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mon-dayragingslut4monstaxday6 · 4 years

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Strawberry Kisses: Concert

Brian/Young K and Marcy haven’t established a relationship. Things got spicy the night before, but they stopped themselves from going further, till she attends one of their concerts and the adrenaline is at an all time high.

A/N: Part 2: The Night Before, will provide more context on their relationship, Part 1 just shows the aftermath of pent up tension between them. (Part 2 will be posted promptly). I’ve had this in the works for a while, but I couldn’t get myself to finish, so I’m kinda proud of myself.

Warnings/Themes: Dom!Brian, oral sex (male receiving), fingering, hair pulling, penetration, dirty talk (from both of them), spanking, light choking, little overstimulation, little fluff.

Word Count: 2.6k

This is my first posted fic/smut. My apologies if it’s not that great.

All dressed to impress: leather leggings, concert tee, denim jacket, iconic red pumps. I hope to catch Brian’s eyes tonight. We didn’t establish anything yet, we kissed a couple of times, but when things were getting heated, we stopped ourselves for the sake of our friendship. I could tell that he likes me and he knows of my feelings too, but I’m willing to wait for him to be ready for a relationship again. His last relationship fucked him up, so I understand why he’s cautious over dating. It’s also tough for him to date while being an idol, but I’ve proven myself to be trustworthy and he knows that. I’m a little disappointed that we didn’t get too physical last night, but I can’t complain, we did snuggle. I wonder if the others know?

I follow the direction of an usher to my seat. How lucky am I to see this talented group live and right in the front row! I feel so spoiled! So many fans are cheering them on, they deserve the praise.

Song after song, I’m falling more head over heels for this band. Their presence is charming and energetic, I can’t help but jump to everything. I already adore these boys for their personalities, but their music makes me swoon.

Jae is usually the one who talks to the audience, due to him having the best English and is the least afraid to speak, but Brian grabbed the mic instead of Jae. Brian finds me in the crowd and couldn’t contain his smile.

“For the next song, it’s not new, but it means so much more now. Everyone can agree that it’s beautiful when you find someone who means a lot to you, and it’s even better when you’re ready to go further with them. Find that person and cherish them while you can”, he preaches before they start the next song.

I’m still new to their music, so I don’t recognize the song. The beat is very cute and the passion they bring to the lyrics is making my heart pound. It wasn’t till the chorus, that I realized what song this was, How To Love. Brian kept looking back at me with every chance he could. Is he really singing this song for me or am I just being a dumb bitch? Jae even glances at me during his part and I’m trying so hard not to cry happy tears. The song ends and I rush to get backstage. I don’t know how much longer their concert is, but I know for sure I have to see them when they get off. I pull out my pass that Jae gave me earlier and I was cleared to stand backstage. From the looks of it, none of the boys knows I’m back here. They play another song or two and I notice how Brian’s body language changed since I got here; does he notice I’m not there in the audience? Oh, no, what if he thought I left? The boys put down their instruments, say goodbye to My Day and exit off stage. Each member was shocked, but glad to see me, till Brian saw me. He was smiling cheek to cheek, swooped me into his arms and twirled me. The boys head to their dressing rooms, but I’m too distracted by Brian to notice them leaving. The performance adrenaline must still be kicking, but I am definitely not complaining. I squeal from the fear of getting dropped.

“I got you”, he assures before letting me down onto my feet.

“I didn’t see you at the end”, he pouts, cupping some hair behind my ear.

“Because when you gave that little speech before How To Love, I had to run back here to surprise you”, I explain.

“You liked it?”, he blushes. I don’t hold back and pull him into a kiss. He wraps his arms around my waist and squeezes tight. This is what we needed. He made it clear that he was ready for us when he sang that song, I just had to show him I’m ready too. I cup his sweaty cheek to fully embrace him. He pulls away from my lips to whisper in my ear.

“Come with me”. He takes my hand and runs down the hallway, avoiding all contact from his bandmates in the dressing rooms. He takes me to one of the dressing rooms, one that was unclaimed. He closes the door behind me and slams his body against me straight to the wall. His prominent hard on is pressed against me, yearning to be touched. He attacks my neck with kisses, suction and the occasional bites. This is familiar to last night, pressing himself against me, kissing my neck, being the tease that he is.

“Brian, are you sure?”, I recall the conversation from last night.

“I couldn’t be surer”, he moans against my neck. Fuck it, if we’re doing this, I’m doing this right. I palm him through his jeans, slightly yanking at the button.

“I want you to fuck my face before you fuck me for real”, I whisper. He nearly cums in his pants just from hearing me. I get on my knees and strip off his jeans. Seeing his dick for the first time is quite intimidating, not going to lie. It’s far more impressive than what I imagined. I spit in my hand and give him a few pumps to see his reaction. He’s supporting himself but having one hand on the wall and the other grabbing a handful of my hair to prevent any hair getting in my mouth. His face of pure ecstasy is intoxicating and I haven’t even blown him yet.

I lightly lick his slit. He holds his breath with anticipation.

“Do you want to fuck my face, baby?”, I tease.

“Baby girl, you’re going to take all of me in that pretty mouth”, he growls. I kiss the head before diving straight in to bottoming him out, gagging me. His growl turns into a devilish chuckle. His grip around my hair tightens and he begins to thrust. Brian nearly collapses when I use my tongue to glide against his length with each thrust. When I slightly tighten my lips to add some pressure, he moans enough to make the room echo.

“Oh, baby girl, I hope you’re this tight”, he grunts. His thrusts are getting sloppier. Only one way to find out.

“I’m going to cum in your mouth and you will swallow every drop of me”, he commands. He’s showing signs of being a dom and I’m here for it. After getting used to the gagging, which only gets him hotter, I began to moan with the thrusts, which pushes him over the edge. He cums in my mouth and as I was told, I swallowed every drop.

“I can’t wait to hear you moan my name”, he exhales sharply to catch his breath.

“Which name would you want me to call you? Younghyun, Brian, or Young K?”, I tease as I look up at him.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful like that. Call me Young K, baby girl”, he inhales.

“Do you need a minute before you fuck me, Young K?”, I pout, still on my knees.

“Eager or impatient?”, he raises an eyebrow.

“Both?”, I bite my lip.

“Beg for me, baby”, he moans. I stand on my feet to be more eye level. I strip off my own shirt, revealing my favorite VS lacey bra.

“I want you to fuck me, Young K. It’s what we always wanted”, I tease, batting my eyelashes. He grabs me by the waist and pulls me to the row of makeup counters. He spins me so I’m facing the mirror. He strips off his shirt and throws it to the pile of clothes.

“I want to see your face when I make you cum”, his voice deepens. His hands slowly pull down my leather leggings along with my panties, making me weak. He pulls them down to my ankles and caresses my ass.

“I can feel your legs shake. You really do want me”, he flirts before kissing my thighs, ass and lower back. I kick off the leggings and panties.

“I really want you, Brian”, I inhale sharply. He gives me a swift spank on the ass.

“What’s my name?”, he growls. I’ll play this game.

“Younghyun”, I moan. Another spank, making me nearly scream from ecstasy.

“You love getting spanked do you, baby girl”, he huffs.

“You didn’t notice?”, I bite my lip. He stands up to look at me in the mirror.

“I love your attitude, shows how much of a bad girl you are”, he whispers in my ear.

“I’ll be a bad girl for you”, I give him my “fuck me” eyes. He pushes me down so my elbows are on the counter. He smacks my ass again before running his fingers down my folds. His warm fingers drive me up the wall. I spread my legs farther for him to have better reach.

“You ready for me baby?”, he bites his lip. I nod. He takes his free hand and wraps it around my neck.

“Are you ready for me?”, he repeats.

“Fuck me, Young K”, I beg. He pumps his fingers into me for a few seconds before thrusting into me, making me gasp from the stretch.

“That’s right, baby girl, I want to hear you”, he commands before pulling out. He thrusts even harder, making me moan his name so loud that my worries of being caught is gone. His hands go from holding my waist, to caressing my hips and ass, embracing my curves.

“Fuck, Brian!”, I yell out, squeezing my eyes shut. This spank was something else, it was an angry spank, a delicious spank. I’m getting close. I want to tell him, but I can’t force the words out of me. My body just needs something that will release me.

“Look at us”, Brian directs, a raspy growl in his voice. I open my eyes and it was a glorious sight. Seeing this new side of Brian makes me moan straight from the gut. My body clenches around him, my body feels something new. I’ve had orgasms before, but this one hits different. I made a sound I never heard myself make. It was a whimper, a moan and a growl all at the same time.

“Fuck!”, he yells before pulling out. He grabs me by my hips and lifts me onto the edge of the makeup counter, adoring the sight of my bare ass in the mirror. I spread my legs and wrap them around his waist, pulling him closer to me, having the tip of his dick touch my entrance.

“Can’t get enough, can you?”, he teases, massaging my inner thighs.

“I can’t and you know it”, I breath heavily. Our faces nearly touch with how close we are. My boobs are pressed against his pecks. He rubs the sweat off my forehead while he thrusts himself in me again, this time, painfully slow. The overstimulation is making my legs twitch. He bites his lip from seeing me want more.

“Do you want more, baby?”, he whispers. The heat from his breath is still cooling to my skin.

“Please”, I whimper. The hand that he used to wipe off my sweat goes straight to my clit, rubbing little circles as slow as his thrusts.

“Did you like my face when I came?”, I whisper, trying so hard to speak louder, but my throat hurts from all of the screaming.

“You were like a painting. I would’ve loved it more if you told me you were going to cum. So, I’m going to take my time before I cum in your sweet pussy”, he raises an eyebrow. I audibly whine. The circles go a little faster, but his pace is still killing me.

“Whine all you want, I could do this all night, baby girl”, he moans a laugh. I use my legs to pull him to me faster. Brian’s intrigued by my efforts to make him go harder. His hand stops rubbing my clit and goes to mirror his other hand, holding me by my ass.

“Want me to go harder?”, he huffs before thrusting ungodly fast and hard. My moans felt like they came straight from my soul. I put my head on his shoulder, wrapping my arms around him like a hug, fully embracing our hot, sweaty bodies. I cum again, this time, not as impactful as the first one, but still felt heavenly.

“I know you want to cum in me, Young K. Please cum in me”, I whimper before latching my mouth on his neck to prevent myself from screaming any louder. That’s all he needed to hear before he releases inside of me, making a sound I only imagined in my dreams. He pumps a couple more times in me to ride off our highs. We catch our breath during these few thrusts.

“Marcy”, Brian whispers before kissing my shoulder.

“Brian”, I giggle. I felt his smile against my skin. He pulls out of me and stuff his dick back into his boxer-briefs.

“I could enjoy seeing you like this every day”, he chuckles under his breath. He grabs my clothes and redresses me, something new I’m coming to like.

“You can”, I grab his hand. Dammit, we should just date already!

“Brian, I know you want this. You sang that song for a reason. Are you ready for us?”, I pull out of my ass, my heart pounding even more than before. He gives me a gentle smile before giving me a sweet kiss.

“Be my girl”, he finally asks.

“I was practically already yours since we met”, I giggle before giving him another kiss. He laughs because he knows it’s true.

“Join me in the rest of the tour”, he continues. My heart sank. It’s one thing that he asked me to be his girlfriend, but to go with him on tour? That’s a true commitment.

“I know it’s asking a lot”, he shrugs before pulling up his jeans.

“I’ll go with you”, I bite the bullet. My classes are online and at least with this leg of the tour, it’s only a couple weeks. I’ll give my time off request at work in the morning. I have yet to use any of my vacation days or sick days, so I should have some leniency. Am I willing to drop everything to go on tour with the boys? I guess I’m more willing than I thought. Am I doing this just for good dick? No, it’s just a plus.

“Are you sure, Marcy? You don’t have to. Don’t go just for my sake”, he illiterates. I should just shove my foot in my mouth before I say anything I’ll regret.

“I want to go, because this is a wonderful experience for you and I want to face it with you”, I confess. Brian slips his shirt back on and gives me a passionate kiss, hand pressed on the back of my neck to pull me in closer. I scoot myself off of the counter, nearly falling into Brian because my legs are all wiggly.

“I did a number on you, huh, babe?”, he laughs, holding me up to make sure I don’t collapse. He’s already calling me babe? I’m swooning.

“You did, how could I walk now?”, I playfully slap his chest. He swoops me in his arms, bridal style.

“I guess I’ll just carry you home”, he goes on with the joke. I sneak him a kiss on the cheek when he carries me out of the room.

“What are we going to say to the boys on why you were gone for all of that time?”, I whisper.

“I’ll tell them we had sex, I’m not afraid”, he teases me by nipping at my jaw.

“Brian”, I exclaim. He scrunches his face at me, trying to be cute. I can’t stay mad at you.

#day6 smut #young k smut

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eikyun · 5 years

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Eishi Tsukasa Essay; how I met him, and 10 reason why I love him

Caution: it will be pretty long. Please bear with me >_<

In this post, I’m going to spill out all of my feelings I have for this guy. Stay away if you hate him, okay :) Hating Eishi is a bad civilization :p

I met Eishi 3 years 9 months ago, exactly at November 2015. After I finished watching the 1st season of Shokugeki anime, I was interested to read the manga. For the most thing I was more curious about the rest of Elite 10. With the information I got from Google, I clicked ch 119 and... tada~ At a manga panel, I saw a beautiful white haired male sitting while drinking a cup of tea.

“Wow, he is hot.” I mumbled. Yes, I was attracted to his looks at first glance. He is totally my type, appearance wise. Two next pages later, the cool, collected guy I saw before suddenly turned into an anxious, shy dorkie boy.

“Is he actually the 1st seat?? Omg this is getting interesting.” I thought. How could soggy guy like him can gain the highest rank in the friggin Totsuki Academy?? This fact tickled my curiosity more, I wanted to know more about this guy. I skipped to ch 132, where Soma and Megumi met Eishi in his booth (I read the chapters in order later, though). It was more emphasized that our 1st seat is a true introvert, and a perfectionist. This guy... is very similar to me.

He automatically jumped into my most favorite SnS character. No, he became my most favorite anime/manga character at that time.

After I read SnS until the latest chapter (ch 145), I eagerly waited for his next apperance. When ch 148 released, I saw him on a pretty big panel, sitting leisurely while watching the Souma vs Eizan from the screen... my heart skipped a beat, my lip drew a wide smile. What’s up with me? I just knew him for like... less than a month, and yet I felt like an idiot when I saw him. Did I... fall in love?

It took 4 months until his next appearance (ch 161). I was extremely happy to see him again, and I couldn’t wait to know about him more and more. During that Souma vs Eishi battle arc, I learned more about Eishi, I was amazed that the way he talked... the demeanor he showed... is very similar to me. I never met a 2D character (or perhaps irl people) who shared a lot of similarity (personality wise) with me. I felt more kinship with him more than with Megumi, who is also a shy character. This fact just made love him even more.

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From ch 118 until Le Dessert ch 1, plus Betsubara 6 and 7 and some extras, my feelings for Eishi remains same. Here’s my 10 reason why I love a chef named Tsukasa Eishi.

1. Let’s start from the shallowest thing; looks. Yes, he is undoubtly good looking, I’m sure everyone must admit it! Nobody can resist that beautiful pale lavender iris with outstanding long eyelashes, combined with that gorgeous shining white hair... Oh, how ethereal. His fair skin, slender and long fingers, his alluring neck, his collarbone, his body shape, his waist— aaaaah ok ok I’ll stop >////< in tl;dr, people would fall in love by his looks alone, but when they find out his true self, who knows?

2. Fashion sense. I know you guys might find his flying necktie weird, but I admit, it looks so damn cool on him. Not to mention, I love how he wears his uniform, both school and chef one. The unbuttoned collar, half-rolled sleeves... What an unexpected style for a shy boy like him, huh? But I don’t care, if it makes him looks hotter, I’ll take it~ Not to mention the collection of casual outfits he has. He’s not on the fashionista tier for sure, but he still has good sense. Well, I can say that he looks good on everything.

3. His voice. This is something I admitted way later. At first I wasn’t too fond of Akira Ishida’s voice on him. Too ‘husky’ for me, I thought. However, the more I hear him talking on anime, the more I’m used to it, then it grows on me. Now everytime he speaks, my heart throbs faster. The power of love is too strong haha.

4. The adorable gap moe! Gap moe! Gap moe! Eishi’s gap moe is... too cute and irresistable >///< I’m sure people’s first impression of him is... a cool, elegant, and handsome guy... he must be a very cool guy like heroine’s love interest in shoujo manga or Korean drama! Who knows if he’s actually a huge dork! He can show you his anxious, worry-wart side at unexpected time, wrecking his previous prince-like image completely. What a gap! Would he stay calm and stoic everytime people surround him? Please don’t scare this soft guy, he would be freaked out and get nervous >_<

His gap is also shown by his demeanor towards people. If it’s someone he barely knows and cares, he wouldn’t bat an eye, hence you call him an absolute selfish guy. However, he shows his care towards someone close to him. Just look how he treats Rindou (hmph, I’m so jelly :<) I’m sure he’d super sweet to his girlfriend and treat her like a princess, if he has one someday! >_<

5. If he is that spineless, is he actually an incompetent guy? Hell no! You all must know that he’s one of the best chefs in the series! If you’re going to deny this, you must read/watch a wrong series lol. He had sit on the throne of 1st seat of Elite 10 for freakin’ two years (there’s a plot hole about this, but regardless he gained the 1st seat on 2nd year or 3rd, my point still stands). The more amazing thing is, he gained it not by magic or ahem, plot no jutsu. Many said that he’s a natural genius chef, however, he worked hard for that sweet 1st seat. You can reread/rewatch the whole of SnS to prove his competence in cooking.

6. His elegance. French cuisine as his speciality alone proves that. His dishes always have luxurious presentation. The taste? If only I could actually taste it... ;_; Throughout the series, it’s proved that he never fails to make a lot of people amazed. Not only by his dishes, people are also enthralled by his elegance in kitchen. The way he keeps composure while cooking, the way he interacts with ingredients, the way he set the plating of his dish... it’s like watching a prima ballerina dancing in an opera. Oh, not to mention, his nickname sounds elegant and noble as heck! Let me say it; Weiss Ritter der Tafel! The White Knight of the The Table!

7. Have I said he’s a hard-worker? Sure he is. Since junior high, he had set his goal to be the 1st seat of Elite Ten, and he didn’t just sit down for the whole of his time in Totsuki. He was famous as ‘Teacher Crusher’ for his effort to drag teachers nearby to try his countless test dishes.

Even after he gained it and graduated from Totsuki, he still aimed to be a better cook! Can’t you just imagine how persistent—I mean, hard-working he is? His hardwork isn’t limited to cooking only; he is a diligent boy in general. As he got the 1st seat title, he didn’t throw his responsibility down to the rest and walk away like a boss. He hates paperworks and especially public speaking, yet he’s responsible enough not to ignore his duties. People might see him as a doormat for letting himself doing Rindou and the others’ paperworks, but not for me. Who’s the selfish one then? :p

He deserves my highest respect for his hard-working nature and being responsible.

8. His innocence— I mean, it’s more like his naivety. This trait might be irritating for some people, and in Eishi’s case, it lead him to earn the ‘bastard/asshole’ title by those who misunderstand him, due to his incompetence to understand people’s feelings. It’s emphasized by the fact that he tends to be straightforward, both in words and act.

His naivety makes sense, he lacks social/communication skill since he’s an introvert (not all introverts sucks in social skill, though). He doesn’t interact with a people much. Eishi’s own world is just around cooking and nothing else lol, that’s why he’s focused on his own cooking and prioritizes it above anything else. Sounds like an autistic person, you say? Maybe. As someone who has a tiny bit of autism, I understand this side of him well and I can’t blame him for that. I always find myself being busy in my own world, and I tend not to interact with people much. I’m not saying that he’s diagnosed with autism, no. He might have a bit of it, just like myself. So don’t blame him for forgetting Kuga after his match with him, he was just way too busy in his own world XD

Talking about innocence... isn’t he also actually an innocent, adorkable boy? I mean, he seems to have a relatively pure mind. He never actually means to harm people. If the others think so, it’s mostly a misunderstanding. He might be blunt with his words, but he’s just being honest, you know. He never lies.

Please give him a chance, I believe he’ll grow to be a better person in future.

9. The previous point has connection with this one, his introverted nature. I can say he is 90% introvert. Isn’t it obvious? He is undoubtly shy boy, hates public speaking, easily gets nervous in front of a lot of people, prefers to cook alone, lacks of social skill... he is socially impaired, Rindou said so. However, he tries to overcome his social anxiety for the sake to be a better chef. Isn’t it great?

As a fellow true introvert, I find Eishi very relatable, thus I feel a deep connection between me and him. Every time I feel anxious in front of people, I think of Eishi that he would feel the same and imagine that we would overcome our shared obstacle together.

10. Eishi isn’t Tsukasa Eishi without his dominant trait: perfectionist.

Let’s start with the fact that his blood type is A. People with this blood type (including me) tend to be perfectionist and organized. You can search more about it on Google, and you’ll find out that Eishi fits most of A-type traits! You might see his obsession for perfection a bit annoying, but that’s Eishi for you. Everything he does must be perfect. He’s someone who makes plans and he wants to follow those plans completely. It leads him to be a hard-worker, but it also makes him prone to stress and worry. Is being a perfectionist a good thing? Yes, but it would drain yourself if you’re way too obsessed with perfection. Eishi seems... quite perfection obssessive. I’d say it’s way too much because I don’t want to see him being trapped in the endless loop of reaching perfection and drained him both physically and mentally. I’m also a perfectionist, but not as much as him, yet I understand how painful it is. I love this side of him for another reason; he always has a clear goal; honing his cooking skill to be perfect, and works hard for that. I’d prefer someone like that than a hopeless person who has no goal in their life. I admire people who try hard to reach their dreams. Also, he always gets things done properly and never try to be half-assed.

My conclusion: Eishi isn’t perfect, despite of being obsessed with perfection. He isn’t a perfect husbando material, but he’s perfect in my eyes. He has flaws and weakness, but I’d embrace those and keep loving him. I love you, Tsukasa Eishi.

#Shokugeki no Soma #tsukasa eishi #sorry for the tldr #long text post

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smilingperformer · 5 years

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Sinnoh got a mention on today’s episode, thou it was about the original actors for the Alola Girl’s TV debut being stuck in Sinnoh due to Yukinooh/Abomasnow and Yukimenoko/Froslass causing a Blizzard, which in turn caused the plane the actors were supposed to fly on to Alola to cancel it’s flight. That’s... very realistic scenario.

Anywho, Sinnoh confimed Somehow I really liked having a mention to Sinnoh. :D

Today’s episode also made me learn about gender differences between Magikarp male and female through different discussions after the airing... the whiskers are different color between the two, and Koi-chan had yellow whiskers, making it a boy. It had one eyelash and such a cute voice (before the evolution-foreshadowing sudden deep voice lol). I originally thought it was a girl but after knowing about the whiskers, definite boy. Cool to learn new info like this XD

All in all, today’s episode? Amazing and fun, it is very much filler but it had very realistic scenarios about stuff, which I much appreciate. Thou shooting an episode day before the screening? That sounds very odd, what about all the editing lol.

Anywho. I don’t have much to add. I just really liked the ep and it made me laugh and smile. :3 PreCure parody was kinda fun (makes me kinda want to have a peak at one of the series related to PreCure, I think it has multiple ones?) Next week’s ep looks so much fun thou, I’ve got a vacation the following week of the episode airing so I’m not entirely sure I’ll be watching it live yet, but I’ll def look forward to watching the ep either way. Animation looks pretty, and the plot seems somewhat serious. With Nyarth-falling-in-love shenanigans. Oh Nyarth. Never change.

Thou part of me is so darn excited for the full preview vid for SM115 after SM114 has aired because oh boi, GUZMA, Kukui, Alola League full announcement, Satoshi vs Guzma, ohboi March is gonna end with a bang!

#aleira watches sumo #sm113 #mythical arc #discussions #sm114 #sm115

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alexiela73 · 6 years

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Genji and McCree (separately) watching a sad romance movie with their s/o and they look over and see their s/o crying like a baby because she's such a hopeless romantic

Forgive me, for I have sinned. I couldn’t make McCree’s about romance but I made it sad. And I might have switched the roles. You’ll understand why I suck at doing requests now.

Also, if you haven’t watched the movie I list, PLEASE DON’T READ. Contains spoilers

Genji:

For regular movies, Genji is more into thrillers and action

For anime, Genji is a sucker for romance and angst and sadness and heartaches. Don’t ask him about Clannad because boy, the man will cry crocodile tears

For this movie though, it took a lot of convincing

Of course though, you totally won. You always do

All you have to do is bat those eyelashes and then there’s no escape

So the two of you sat down to watch the movie together, cuddled in the blankets and eating popcorn

At first he was bored out of his mind

The characters were cheesy, and he swore that he’d seen better acting in other movies, though he kept that opinion to himself

Surprisingly though, Genji grew more interested as the movie progressed

He wouldn’t admit it though. He just wanted to see what was next

When the scene came up of the main male protagonist admitting his love for the woman who had once betrayed him, Genji sighed heavily

It had ended much the way he expected, and immediately he remembered why he didn’t like movies like this

They were incredibly unrealistic and sappy and he grimaced as he watched the many kisses on the screen

Looking over at you as the credits began to play, Genji froze

You sat at the other end of the couch, a hand over your eyes and your shoulders shaking

You...you were crying?!

Genji immediately moved over on the couch, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close

“Shhhh, its okay, love. What’s the matter?” he asked, looking worried. Why on earth were you crying?

Sniffling, you leaned into him, unable to stop crying

“It w-w-was j-just so r-r-romantic!” you sobbed, clutching onto him. “Riley is s-s-such a s-sweetheart a-a-and l-loves N-nancy so m-m-much!”

Realizing that you were crying over the movie, Genji managed to hold down his sigh and instead worked on comforting you

Genji loved you, and that's why he spent the next thirty minutes discussing the movie as you cried and agreeing with you when you said the movie was wonderful and totally not ridiculous

McCree:

Movie time with him usually ends with you two watching something about cowboys

Cowboys vs Aliens? One of his favorite.

Of course, you don’t get to choose too often but this time was your turn

And instead of going to a movie you knew he’d love, you decided to choose one that you thought looked wonderful instead

Jesse is a little confused, but knows at some point the two of you have to watch something different

Getting the popcorn and a blanket, you both settle down together on the couch, and you watch him, happy that he isn’t bothered by the change in movie

You decide to watch Marley and Me

It really takes him by surprise, honestly

At first he thought this movie was going to be a bit stupid, honestly

Except its hilarious, and you like how he laughs

The movie is wonderful, up until around the end

Now, you were entirely prepared for the ending. One of your coworkers had spoiled it for you, but had said the movie was good to watch anyway

Jesse...was not prepared

Even though it gave lots of warning and indication, Jesse was not prepared for the moment when the family had to say goodbye to Marley, their beloved dog

All of a sudden as your watching, you feel the barest shake from Jesse. You’re leaning against his side right now, watching the movie

When you look over, you gasp

Jesse is crying like a baby. There’s huge tears running down his face, and even a little bit of snot

He’s struggling to suck in breaths and pull himself back together, but he can’t

“Awww, honey!” you gasp, immediately moving up to hug him tightly. “Ohh, its okay sweetheart!”

“BUT HIS BEST FRIEND JUST DIED?!” Jesse sobs, holding onto you as you pet his hair.

You couldn’t help smiling oftly as you held him while he cried. Oh, your poor cowboy.

The tough man had a soft heart.

#McCree #McCree x Reader #McCree Overwatch #McCree headcanon #Jesse McCree #Genji #Genji Overwatch #Genji X Reader #Genji Headcanon #Genji Shimada #Overwatch #Overwatch x Reader #Overwatch Stories #Overwatch Writings #Overwatch Headcanon

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can i ask you to answer all 0-61, i just really love your writing and wanna know everything about you sorry

This WILL be deleted later, honestly, but here goes... Some personal info. ones are not on here, for obvious reasons.0: Height?5'3 (In my mind, I'm 5'4, leave me alone2: Shoe size?My feet can fit in many different sized shoes, so I have no idea3: Do you smoke?Fuck no4: Do you drink?Not alcohol5: Do you take drugs?Prescribed medication, if that's what you're asking7: Have tattoos?Not yet9: Got any piercings?Just ears10: Want any piercings?Not sure if I want any others yet11: Best friend?I don't use this label so I don't offend anyone or they get weirded out12: Relationship statusI've been single for three years, my boyfriend is fictional 13: Biggest turn onsI trust very few people with this information14: Biggest turn offsBody odor, risk getting caught in public, you know what I have too many to list and I don't feel like going through all of them, soooo15: Favorite movieThis makes me think too hard16: I’ll love you if...I don't even know what real love is supposed to be like in a romantic sense. So I have no idea what will make me truly love someone.17: Someone you missMy friends from camp, my guinea pig that passed away earlier this year, my aunt who passed away from breast cancer, and a friend I grew up with that passed away from Batten Disease.18: Most traumatic experienceI mean, I was bullied a LOT in my younger years and my mom used to yell at me a lot more than she does now. And there was a fight at my school and this girl got hurt REALLY bad and she was screaming out of pain. I couldn't get the sound of it out of my head for days and I had nightmares.20: What I hate most about myselfBITCH, I HAVE A LONG LIST TO CHOOSE FROM AND I AM NOT CHOOSING NOW22: What I want to be when I get olderI wanna be a vet tech!23: My relationship with my sibling(s)Sometimes it's iffy (I want to deck my brother at least half the time I'm around him), I know for a fact that my twin is somewhat two-faced; a seemingly kind and straight A student who hardly ever does something wrong, but she can be completely different and downright mean behind my back/closed doors. I like me older sister, there's nothing wrong about my relationship with her.24: My relationship with my parent(s)I get along with my dad a hell of a lot more than my mom. He is waaayyy less strict than she is on almost everything. Yeah, I love my mom, but things can be tense between us. I try my best not to get an attitude, but it's hard to when she's the one swearing at us to do things or to scold us, and it's hard when she's so unnecessarily strict!25: My idea of a perfect dateMaybe a dinner date where it's not super busy, maybe just eating/hanging out at each others' houses. Definitely NOT somewhere crowded, like the fair or circus. And I wouldn't like to go to the movies either; I want to be able to talk to him.26: My biggest pet peevesNew paragraphs not being started whenever a new person talks or when there's a subject change, waking up early (if you're not a parent or an adult, wake me up early and you DIE), being forced to eat a meal when I'm not hungry, loud noises, and many more.27: A description of the girl/boy I likeI actually don't have a crush irl right now. Not really a dedicated celebrity crush, either. Does Nightwing count? 😂💖28: A description of the person I dislike the mostI dislike so many people, I can't decide29: A reason I’ve lied to a friendI don't want to bother them with my emotions, I don't want to bother them in general, or I just have a secret I want to keep to myself.30: What I hate the most about work/schoolGetting up early, learning things I know I won't need, and homework.31: What my last text message says"Okay😊"32: What words upset me the most"Shut up", "You're fat", and "Why can't you stop being weird for once?".33: What words make me feel the best about myself"You're a great friend", "I trust you", and "You're an amazing person, Ren"34: What I find attractive in womenI can't say that I'm attracted to women35: What I find attractive in menSharp jawline, eyes, hands, neck/collarbone, handsome face, etc. I am attracted to many handsome men.36: Where I would like to liveSomewhere WARM, DAMMIT37: One of my insecuritiesI am constantly insecure about my weight. In an unhealthy, almost obsessive way.38: My childhood career choiceTeacher or vet.39: My favorite ice cream flavorDon't ask me this, not today!40: Who I wish I could beSome rich woman who has plenty of time to write and money to use for useful purposes41: Where I want to be right nowWith one of my very close friends42: The last thing I ateI can't remember? Bad memory.43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediatelyNIGHTWING44: A random fact about anythingI love writing angst, I wish I had the ability to write smut, and male betta fish will kill the female betta fish if she won't mate with him.45: One of my best featuresUm, I can be funny and I have great eyelashes?46: SexualityStraight/Heterosexual47: Got any hobbies?I do; I like drawing, painting, video games, WRITING (obviously), talking about super heroes, and getting/giving physical affection other than hugs.48: Favourite clothing storesI don't go to specific clothing stores... Mostly just Walmart and online shopping49: Where I would like to studyQuiet library or with a friend50: What's stressing you at the moment?School, I'll be able to drive again in January (I had a seizure in July and you can't drive for six months after a seizure), my room is a mess, I can't get on my laptop until Sunday (I got an attitude with mom 😒), two of my guinea pigs are sick, I really wanna hang out with friends, my fish tank needs clean, I have around thirty requests and imagines I still need to write, and more.51: Favourite music genresI'm all over the place with music52: Worst thing a friend has done to meDated my crush when she knew damn well that I liked him. And one friend shocked me with a dog collar, which is BAD because I have a pacemaker.53: Favourite subjects at schoolHistory and my art classes. And orchestra class, if that counts.54: Perfect guy/girlDick Grayson. Someone like him. Or someone funny, handsome, kind/caring, and will not use me mainly for sexual purposes.55: Something no-one I know IRL knows about meI still stress the hell out about my weight56: Happiest memoryI have many happy memories, which one?59: Best advice someone has given you"The heart must first pump blood to itself" and "Don't throw the first punch, but you sure as hell throw the second"60: Books you recommend"The Vampire Stalker"61: Movies you recommendThe Purge, Disney's Princess and the Frog, Pacific Rim, Son of Batman, Batman VS Robin, and Batman Begins.

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William Nylander - Cubs vs. Blue Jays

Team: Toronto Maple Leafs

Requested: Yes: Hey! How are you? I found what I want, haha. Can you do an imagine with William Nylander, where he takes his girlfriend at a Blue Jays game against the Cubs and she’s a Cubs fan ? With Auston, Mitch and their girlfriends ? Thank you so much ! But, take your time ! 😊

Edited: Yes

Word count: 878

Summary: You, Willy, and some of his friends go to the Chicago Cubs vs. Toronto Blue Jays game and tease each other the whole time

I stride with confidence, making the blonde boy behind me roll his eyes.

“Babe, stop walking like that, other guys are watching you,” he catches up to me quickly, gripping my hand in his and glaring at all of the males surrounding us.

“They’re watching because they’re intimidated by my representation of the obviously better team,” I reply arrogantly.

Willy sighs, obviously sick of hearing about this for weeks (or for him, forever).

Ever since Mitch bought the tickets for us three weeks ago and found out that I’m a big Chicago Cubs fan, we’ve been arguing nonstop.

Auston tried to join in but after he mentioned something about the Diamondbacks and we teased him for two hours straight, he never tried again.

Willy and I climb down the steps and I can’t help but be impressed by the seats Mitch got.

We’re in the lowest section in the middle row.

Our seats are located to the right of the batter and I can’t help but be excited at the thought of being this close to my favorite sports team (besides the Leafs, of course).

We reach the row our friends are in, and I hold up my soda cup excitedly. “Ready to lose bit- oh, Steph.”

Auston, Mitch, and Steph turn to look at us and the blonde gives me a questioning look.

“You’re too pretty to be in such an ugly shirt,” I comment.

Mitch rolls his eyes, throwing his arm around his girlfriend who’s Blue Jays T-shirt matches his own and pulls her into his side. “At least she’s supporting my team. What’s your boyfriend doing?”

I roll my eyes, still pissed that Willy decided to wear his Blue Jays T-shirt.

If I had known he owned one I would’ve burned it.

“He said it would be bad publicity if he was seen supporting a team other than a Toronto one,” I explain, sitting down next to Steph.

Willy sits down on the last open seat, trying to grab my hand.

I tug it away, giving him a look to show that I’m still mad at him.

He sighs, resting his hand on my thigh instead.

I flick it but it doesn’t move, instead gripping onto my leg.

Willy leans over, burying his face in my neck.

I try to push it away from me but he grabs my wrists with his other hand, peppering my neck with kisses from his lips and eyelashes.

“Don’t be mad, babe.”

“You two are so cute,” Steph coos from beside us.

“Steph, don’t associate with the enemy,” Mitch hisses.

I try to turn my head to glare at the boy but Willy stops me, kissing me on the lips.

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” I grumble back, this time having to fake annoyance.

He pulls back, obviously pleased with himself, and wraps an arm around my shoulder, tugging me close to him.

I reluctantly place a hand on his thigh which he grabs with his other hand, squeezing it.

“You guys ready to go down?” I question.

Auston rolls his eyes, slipping those ugly circle sunglasses on that make him look like the mouse from Shrek and Mitch snorts.

“In your dreams,” Mitch answers.

“Mitchell, I think we can agree on one thing,” Mitch gives me a curious look at my words. I point at Auston. “He should never wear those.”

“We can agree on that,” Mitch admits.

“Agreed,” Steph mumbles.

“Agreed, sorry bro,” Willy comments.

The Arizonian lets out a dramatic sigh but tugs the ugly glasses off his face, tucking them into a pocket instead.

The Blue Jays score first, which makes Mitch give me a smug expression.

I flip him off in response, which makes the mom behind us gasp dramatically.

My Cubs score next, which I make sure to cheer loudly at to rub it in.

Intermission starts which gives Mitch the chance to make fun of me some more.

“Why the Cubs? Of all of the teams, the Cubs?” He squints his eyebrows in confusion.

“Born and raised, kiddo,” I respond, which makes anger evident on his face.

He hates when I call him kiddo, especially since he’s older than me.

“Plus they won the World Series last year, so don’t even start with me,” I snuggle in closer to my boyfriend.

“Well the Blue Jays are gonna win it this year,” he replies confidently.

I let out a loud laugh. “Good luck with that!”

“Wait so if you’re a Chicago kid,” Steph trails off, leading the boys to finish her thought.

They all groan in unison, even Willy.

“That’s right, three cups in seven years bitches,” I smirk.

“Excuse me, could you please watch your language?” The lady behind us asks sharply. “I have a three and two year old with me.”

I don’t turn around, just send her a thumbs up so I can roll my eyes to myself.

“Please tell me we’re not gonna be like that when we’re parents,” Willy whispers in my ear.

“I won’t if you won’t,” I whisper back.

“I never will.”

My Cubs win 7-4 but I’m too distracted by my conversation about being parents with Willy to rub it in the boys’ faces.

I can’t wait to make our kids Cubs fans.

#william nylander #william nylander imagine #toronto maple leafs #toronto maple leafs imagine #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #hockey imagine

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Mar 3

Took a long anemia rest yesterday and aside form finding out my $20 USB plug DVD player for the computer didn’t want to play my $40 Pet Shop Boys Performance DVD with commentary but the 2008 Legacy lap top would because the remote for the circa 2003 Daewoo VCR-DVD player has wondered off.

TL;DR if your old lap top still plays DVDs keep it as a spare DVD player.

Mine is so good it still works as a lap top but was replaced because it can no longer update its OS or security. Just take the battery out before storing it.

As I have said before and will probably say again I have every Apple product I have ever bought, most refurbed from them, in working condition except for the first iPod which I swapped for one with a new battery. Only the Windows netbook is around because Smother who can’t computer and let the dogs walk all over it and ruin it swears it has something important on it.

That little netbook was a good crutch while I required any form of computational device to word process and internet on. It predates tablets. But it was pink. And that was when pink didn’t cost $$$ extra.

The rehearsal footage is a fun little interview. Neil has this quickly batting his eyelashes thing he does when answering certain questions and I don’t know if its a nervous tic, self serving thing, or what because I don’t think I’ve noticed it before. Having read the Pet Shop Boys vs America I wanted a copy of Performance and with the different versions going around it took awhile to be sure I was getting the right version with commentary.

In general I’m a person who likes DVDs with commentary. If you’re a writer or deep in to fandom they’re wonderful.

As it was kick back and watch stuff while resting day I decided to watch Hiding Out with Jon Cryer again.

I still stand by my eeew, what does a nearly 30 year old, in his character’s own admission, have in common with a high school student? Especially because he comes across as eerily mature for his real life age of 22. At least he’s close to the age of his costars. I’ve been there and they usually do have a cut-off for fake kids unless we’re literally standing in for a real one.

But the character does try to put on the nope breaks with the girl although he does decide to kiss her which is worth hitting him on the head with a rolled up copy of Variety to knock some sense back in to him.

And thou shan’t pass any form of judgement upon Jon Cryer’s ability to pull Lex Luthor out of his ass until thou has seen Hiding Out because he’s not the least bit Duckie.

And approach Lenny Luthor with the thought of ‘I have card blanche to create a comic book character in a comic book movie and I’m gonna run with it, dude’. If the whole of Superman 4 didn’t suck so hard as a whole or if Lenny Luthor was in any of the other movies what then? He could have been approaching things like the blonde did in Superman 3 and was hella smarter than he was letting on. Just play dumb, work your way in to uncle Lex’s heart, learn all his secrets like where the bank accounts he stores his money in, graduate from Boy’s Town as an outstanding citizen, hang out with Charlie Sheen for awhile and have some fun, come back as the new Lex Luthor when the time is right.

Someone out there can trace Lenny Luthor’s trail of scams through Jon Cryer’s work explaining why so many of his sit coms failed. Dickie is creepy because he’s a grown man 21 Jumpstreeting that school and hoping he can get Andy in on the scam or maybe earn just enough trust to case Blaine’s house.

Which reminded me I have Plain Clothes with Arliss Howard and as EZ Grader it was with a pretty decent story, and a foreshadowing give away to one plot point early on, there was something about it that really makes you question your disbelief suspenders.

Dude was in his mid 30s when the movie was filmed. Did someone sneeze in the cocaine when they cast him and thought it would pass by the audience? This came out after 21 Jumpstreet had premiered with its 20-something convincible cast. With like all practical and no special effects Plain Clothes could have been shot and shit out between seasons.

And the thing is the story and writing to Plain Clothes is great. It could be reworked today with social media stuff and looking in to the history of Nick and the plot point and come out enjoyable as long as the under cover cop isn’t that old BUT just old enough and/or internet challenged to be removed from the generation of kids. Maybe they say their parents are religious types who only allow them to be on a couple of Bible sites or something.

I say ‘they’ because is there a female undercover cop in a high school movie? What if Terry from Just One of the Boys was an undercover cop? A woman could pass for a teenaged boy a bit longer than a man. It could be something for a female to male character to do.

There, an undercover female to male cop in a high school experiencing male social stuff in a way they might not have before because at their real school people knew the cop was transitioning. Go write it.

Started some string stuff yesterday but ended up frogging and making it back in to a cake. Don’t know when I’ll string again. Hopefully I can art or something. The anemia’s been really bad and thinking on some things hasn’t been easy.

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My Boys Drabbles - The Biggest Cheater

Thank you, @jia911 for proofreading it for me! This one is entirely dedicated to the amazing @onlyfreakincaterina who just had a birthday!

This story is from the series My Boys Drabbles but it can also be read as a independent one shot.

The Prompt:

Owen and Amelia spend a summer day with their children and Owen finds out they are much more like their mother than he’d ever imagined.

While this is mainly focused on Omelia, I made sure to add some L/E to at least give back to the many requests I get to explore more of their story. But I promise that their development is still lined up and we will get there someday :)

Timeline:

This one sets during the months of summer at the very ending of My Boys: Bright Future.

My Boys Drabbles – The Biggest Cheater

“Die, you damn prick!” Lucas shouted to the TV screen, so caught up with the game that he didn’t notice he was moving his hands until he felt the joystick hitting against something hard.

“Lucas!”

The seventeen year old paused the game at the sound of his girlfriend’s very infuriated voice. He looked down on his lap, where she was lying comfortably between his legs using his thigh as a pillow. Her face was a scowl of disapproval and Lucas could easily guess why.

“I am sorry,” He gave the girl his best boyish smile, unsure if she was angry for the unintentional hit, for the curse words or both. “Were you asleep?!” He asked with alarm, noticing how reddish her eyes looked.

“No,” Emily immediately replied, her fury giving room to defensive denial. It was so obvious she was lying that even Lucas noticed it.

“You were supposed to be watching me play!” He cried out, offended that she had fallen asleep during what he considered to be an impressive display of his skills.

“Oh, please,” Emily shrugged off and gently sat up, making an effort not to roll her eyes at his exaggerated discontentment. “You are playing a game where plants are attacking zombies. Of course I fell asleep!” The girl chided. They had just finished an exhausting week of final exams in school and now were finally free to enjoy summer. Emily could think of a thousand things they should do with their time. Playing video games definitely wasn’t one of them.

Lucas narrowed his eyes as he stared at her, trying so hard to look offended that the only result he achieved was to make his girlfriend burst out laughing.

“You’re mean,” He complained, secretly loving to see her having so much fun. “First you refuse to play with me, then you promise you’ll watch me play but fall asleep.”

“Why is it so important that I watch you play?” She stopped laughing but kept a smile on her face as she slightly tilted her head, looking into his eyes with amusement.

Lucas made an effort to sustain her look while thinking about the answer to that question.

“Because I am very good at this and I want you to see how good I am,” He replied with his usual childlike honesty.

“So I am supposed to be impressed?” Emily asked with a happy face, expecting him to deny it since she was clearly making fun of him.

“Of course,” Lucas replied with conviction. Emily thought he was kidding so it took her a while to realize that behind that silly smile, he actually meant every word. “The zombies can barely make it to my garden because I am kicking ass,” The boy added with no fake modesty. “I have an amazing strategy. Of course you should be impressed.”

“Ok, mister Zombie killer,” Emily mocked, unable to hold her laughter. She took another look at the TV screen, noticing the silly looking graphics at the same time Lucas unpaused the game and resumed playing, visibly grumpy for the way she was making fun of him.

Emily kept staring and expecting him to say something more to add to their usual bantering but the way Lucas unconsciously pouted over something so childish was actually adorable. She had no idea why it was so important to him that she watched him play, but she supposed it had something to do with male ego. And right now, his was very bruised.

“I am kidding, Luke…” She leaned over and kept staring at his face in an attempt to make him turn his head back at her. “You are good, I can see it crystal clear,” Emily emphatically added. The girl noticed his thick blond eyelashes stubbornly ignoring her and with one closer look, she noticed the blitheness in his eyes as he tried his best to keep a straight face. “No one can assemble a better garden to scare off zombies than you.” Emily admitted, on purpose making it seem like that was a hard admission, just so Lucas would think she was serious about it.

“I could be a pro if I wanted,” Lucas incisively said, as if daring her to disagree. “I could make money playing Plants vs Zombies.”

“Of course you could.” Emily agreed with a head nod, shutting up before she ruined everything with a loud laughter.

Lucas let out a sigh before turning his head in her direction, visibly amused.

“You are just damn annoying,” He finally gave in and smiled widely. “I could, you know?” The boy insisted with a cocky expression.

“I do not doubt it.”

“Liar.”

Emily tried to keep a straight face, but as their eyes met, the girl couldn’t hold her laughter any longer. She was silenced by the touch of Lucas’ lips taking her own in a happy, silly kiss.

“Are you going to keep playing that?” She rolled her eyes playfully at him.

“I am,” He replied very seriously, obviously putting on an act. “Nothing could make me stop playing.” Lucas added, as if daring her to contradict him.

“Okay, then.” Emily replied stubbornly, refusing to be played by him.

“Nothing. I mean it,” Lucas tried one more time.

“So you’ve said.” She kept a serene expression on her face.

But seconds before a new game started, Lucas took one last look at her and finally admitted what had been on his mind all that time.

“Unless of course you insist we make out.” He sighed with pretend impatience. “If it means that much to you that we do it, then I can stop playing. But only because I am much more considerate than you.”

Emily’s eyes met his and before she could say anything about his witty strategy, both were engulfed in another round of laughter. Soon after, the joystick was clearly forgotten and pushed aside, and the zombies attacked the plants with bites at the same time Lucas attacked Emily with a shower of kisses.

Amelia made it home at two in the afternoon that day. It was an unusually early hour for her to leave the hospital, but as it often happened on Fridays, she spent time dedicating time to her research and reviewing residents paperwork, stopping only to scrub in on a blocked VPS right before lunch time.

Since her kids had just started summer break, she expected to find the house a total mess but to her surprise, there was an unusual silence lingering around. It was a beautiful day outside and yet all five of her children were inside their rooms, doing nothing other than watching TV or playing videogames.

Soon enough, Amelia ordered them all to get up and go do something. She knew they were tired from the weeks of final exams but it wouldn’t do anyone any good to just stay in bed all day long like that”

“I can’t believe you have this gigantic pool and never use it,” Emily commented, seeing Lucas smile in return.

“Sometimes we use it,” He scratched his head, trying to remember the last time he’d gone in. He couldn’t. “I mean, when we were younger we used to go in the pool all the time during summer, but over the years we just grew tired of it, I guess.”

“We should play water volleyball,” Danny suggested after hearing Emily’s conversation with his brother.

Minutes later, Amelia watched the kids playing with a nod of approval, happy to see the smiles on their faces, much different than the bored frowns they’d had just minutes before when she’d gotten home. When they were younger, it was hard to get them to stop playing. Now that they were a bit more grown, it was curious that they needed a little push to get to it.

It wasn’t yet three pm when the doorbell rang and Amelia welcomed Kate in the house, after being invited over by Thomas. The teenage girl quickly joined the others in the backyard and Amelia got distracted preparing snacks, hoping that Owen wouldn’t be home late that evening so that he too could enjoy some time with the kids before the sun started to set.

“Alright, so let’s begin,” Megan excitedly spoke, folding tiny pieces of paper with names written and placing them inside a jar. Thomas had suggested they played cards and suddenly the ten year old girl had become very excited about putting together a tournament. “First and second name I pick are the first double and so forth,” She explained, shaking the jar to make sure the pick was random. The girl subsequently dove her hand into the object, picking up the first name. “Owen Hunt,” Megan looked at her dad with a proud smile.

Owen chuckled at her professionalism and waited to see whose name was going to be drafted afterwards. He’d made it home not long before and to his positive surprise, he’d found his family spending time together in the backyard. Owen loved to have all the kids together and he didn’t hesitate before joining them outside.

“Lucas Hunt,” The little girl went on with her act, watching as her oldest brother gave their dad a high five in approval of the assortment.

Next up, Amelia found out she would have Kate Karev as her partner, while Emily and Thomas would be the third pair, leaving Danny and Robbie to form the last one.

“Rules are very simple,” Megan started, attracting everyone’s attention. “Doubles play each other in two tables. Whoever wins makes it to the final round and then we find out who’s the best Hunt.” She explained very carefully and then added with a sassy, know-it-all smile, “after me, of course.”

“Wait, we’re not Hunts,” Kate added with a smile, looking from Emily to Megan, just to see what the smart mouth would have to say about that.

“Yet,” Megan said with propriety, giving the teenage girls a round of laughter before quickly resuming with her unsurprising bossy predicament. “Don’t hold on to technicalities, really, let me do all the thinking while you do all the playing.”

Everyone gave Megan a crossed look for her sassy disguised insult at their discernment capabilities and sensing the general apprehension, the ten year old was quick to shuffle the cards and promptly ask the pairs to take their seats at the appropriate tables.

Owen had learned about the game of rummy while on tour serving in the army and he’d introduced it to the kids when they were still very young. Eventually, Amelia had also learned how to play it, even though Owen knew she was a cheat, reason why he didn’t enjoy playing with or against her.

Unexpectedly, he and Lucas got defeated by the twins in the first round. But Owen wasn’t at all surprised when Amelia made it through her game. He watched as Thomas was visibly worked up, apparently not accepting the defeat while Emily seemed to gracefully deal with it.

“This should be interesting,” Lucas teased, seeing his twin brothers, mother and Kate taking their seats at the table.

“Are you ready to lose?” Robbie gave his mom a provocative gaze.

“In your dreams,” Amelia promptly replied, returning her son’s challenging look.

As Kate shuffled the cards, Owen made his way around the table. Seeing everyone was busy making bets and picking favorites, he leaned forward discreetly and whispered in his wife’s ear.

“I can see you hiding that card between your legs all the way from here.”

For a split second, Amelia froze, surprised to be caught in the act. But soon enough, she relaxed again, determined not to ruin her plan.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” She replied with the uttermost innocence.

Owen eyed his wife and wondered how she could maintain that mask of serenity while flagrantly cheating. Amelia was insolently bold and Owen would never admit that deep down, he found it quite amusing. He had never met anyone more competitive than his wife.

As the game progressed, Owen made sure to pay close attention and was alarmed to find out that Amelia’s hand skills and fast accurate movements weren’t useful only inside the OR. Unbeknowst to her, he watched as his wife hid and pulled out cards with more talent than a pickpocket.

“We’re winning!” Kate cheerfully celebrated at the end of the first round, exchanging suspicious looks with Amelia.

As his wife visibly gloated, Owen bent over her shoulder once again:

“Wipe that smug smile off your face,” He warned her with a whisper, bothered by the dishonesty. “You dirty little cheater.”

“They’ll never know,” Amelia grumpily snapped at him just as quick and discreetly, as if that excused her behavior.

“I’ll know,” Owen provoked, on purpose getting so close that his warm breath was touching her ear.

Suddenly, his wife straightened her back on the chair and cleared her throat before raising her voice to a tone of pretend sweetness.

“Babe, can you please go get me a cup of coffee?” Amelia turned her head to face him and asked out loud, on purpose orchestrating to get her husband off her back. “You know how I take it, right?” She added, aiming to distract him from the conversation about her lack of fairplay.

“With two droplets of arsenic?” Owen dangerously chided between his teeth, clearly reading through her actions.

“Dark. No sugar,” Amelia wickedly smiled at him, proudly celebrating the small victory of getting Owen away from her.

Once again, she focused on the cards, paying little attention to the coffee Owen brought over. About one hour later, no one was surprised when at the last round of rummy, Amelia and Kate were declared winners.

“Ha!” Amelia showed off, triumphantly discarding her hand with the pride of a champion. “I knew it,” She gloated, looking from the kids to her husband. “You guys could have at least put up a fight,” She provoked, knowing in the twins’ laughter that they were taking the loss like two good sports.

Amelia scanned the faces of each one of her kids and all of them looked extremely amused. Kate was just as happy as she was, while Emily smiled with serenity, sitting down next to Lucas. The only one who didn’t look at all pleased was her husband.

“What’s wrong, babe?” The neurosurgeon gave him her best dimpled smile, being adorable on purpose. She loved to tease him, especially when it was so easy to make him angry. “Does it hurt to realize that not only am I the best Shepherd,” She winked mischievously. “I am also the best Hunt?”

“You’re also the best liar.” Owen narrowed his eyes while giving her a nod of disapproval.

“I am the best at many things,” Amelia playfully blew him a kiss in a sweet provocation, trying to throw him off with charm and sarcasm.

Owen held his breath and slowly let out a heavy sigh, nodding his head in disapproval. She was so shameless that sometimes he couldn’t believe she was actually real. While Amelia was definitely very competitive, Owen knew that to her, only winning wasn’t enough. The satisfaction of outwitting everyone was actually the main cause for that silly smile dancing on her lips.

After the tournament, the kids scattered around and went to enjoy the rest of their afternoon. Emily and Kate went home soon after and Owen got busy cooking dinner. He had nearly forgotten about the card incident, but when Amelia decided she deserved the last slice of dessert because she’d been the champion, he lost it.

“The only other person who could claim this slice against me is Kate but since she is not here, I am just going to have to make the sacrifice and take one for the team,” The neurosurgeon reached for the cheesecake with a playful smile, but Owen blocked her reach just in time.

“Don’t even think about it,” He said with an intimidating smile on his lips. When the surgeon noticed his wife clearly planned to put up a fight about the dessert, he broke eye contact with her and turned his head towards the children. “Guys, I have a confession to make,” Owen paused, seeing in her eyes she knew she was about to be exposed. “Your mom cheated.” He added, expecting to see shocked expressions on their faces. “She cheated throughout the entire game and it’s not fair to anyone that she gets to hold onto the title when she clearly didn’t play by the rules.”

The lack of surprise alarmed Owen. The group of five simply kept staring at him, as if wondering when the real surprise revelation would come.

“Wait, what is going on?” He shook his head trying to see it straight. “Did you guys know she was cheating?”

It all happened at the same time. Thomas nervously cleared his throat, Robbie and Danny smiled and looked back at their plates while Lucas didn’t even bother to hide his laughter. At last, Owen tried Megan, somehow hoping with all his heart that at least his daughter was innocently oblivious to what had happened.

“Dad, are you serious?” She asked, unable to believe how worked up he seemed to be. “Of course mom cheated,” The ten year old said it like it was a known fact. “Everyone cheated.” She added.

Immediately, four pairs of blue eyes stared at her with offense as her brothers all turned at once to face and refute her accusations.

“Oh, please,” She impatiently rolled her eyes at them before they could open their mouths. “Do you think I don’t know?” Megan scoffed with amusemsent. “Luke, you sabotized the deck and put the highest ranked cards on top. That’s why you insisted on dealing on every round,” The little girl affirmed with conviction. “I am surprised no one else found it weird; you hate numbers,” She added, referring to the known fact that Lucas had a bad case of dyslexia. “Tommy, you used the same trick as mom and hid shuffled cards beneath the table or between your legs. Yeah, I saw it,” Megan reinforced after seeing Thomas was about to deny it. “And Kate did the same, you two really belong together.” The girl let out a sight. “To your bad luck, the two of you got paired up with dad and Emily, the only ones who played with honesty, which is why you both got eliminated in the first round.” The ten year old lectured. Her eyes then traveled to the twins, sitting on her right. “Which leaves the two of you. Do you think I didn’t notice that bathroom break was a scheme to swap your shirts and take each other’s seats? This way you knew exactly which cards the other one had.” Megan finalized, looking very satisfied with her lecture and accurate perception.

“Are you serious?” Owen raised his eyebrows in shock. “Are you seri… What the hell?” He looked from one son to another and ultimately to his wife. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” The surgeon disapproved, at last facing his daughter and giving her a look of scorn too.

None of them denied Megan’s accusations, not even Amelia. Owen knew he must look like an idiot, with his jaw dropped, obviously surprised. One more look around and he noticed no one really looked ashamed or sorry, on the contrary. The way all his children and even his wife would silently stare at their plates clearly holding back their smiles made him realize what was going on.

“I can’t believe this,” Owen couldn’t hold a serious face any longer. “I have a family of sneaky, schemy little liars,” He accused, seeing how everyone was also cracking up. His eyes fell upon his wife and when she sustained his look, he added in a tone of accusation. “And you’re the leader of the gang!”

He expected Amelia to deny it but she exploded in a fit of laughter that warmed his heart.

“You’re doing the dishes tonight,” The trauma pointed at his wife in a tone of punishment, unable to even be mad at her any longer.

“You know what I can’t get past?” Owen asked, still torn between irritation and amusement at the schemes his wife and children had played. They were getting ready to go to sleep but he was still worked up about the cards tournament. “Even though I am mortified at your behavior, I know I shouldn’t be,” He added, criticizing himself. “I mean, I shouldn’t be surprised that you all cheated,” Owen put his hands on his hips, trying to process it. “Those little backstabbers are competitive as hell, no wonder who they take that after.” He added, talking about their children with a mix of affection and playful disapproval.

“Oh, come on!” Amelia smiled widely, refuting him despite knowing he wasn’t really mad. “Half of the fun in playing rummy is coming up with cheats. You know that. And so do the kids.”

“No, I actually don’t!” Owen said defensively, thinking about the good memories of playing the game while deployed. His family had now corrupted it.

“That’s because you’re no fun!” Amelia laughed, enjoying the grumpy look on his face more than she could tell. Rolling over, she climbed to his top and kissed his face multiple times, trying to win him over.

“And you’re a cheater,” Owen affirmed, unable to resist her advances.

“Well, look on the bright side,” Amelia smiled contagiously. “At least I only cheat on you with cards.”

“Only with cards?” Owen smiled back, knowing very well what she meant.

“Well, if I am to be completely honest…” Amelia bit her bottom lip, seeing the shocked look on his face as he expectantly waited for her to confess what other kind of cheating she had pulled on him. “I also do it with board games.”

Seeing her eyes shinning with mirth completely won him over and Owen laughed along, wrapping one arm around her with a relaxed disposition.

“As long as you keep your scheming skills to games, we’re cool,” Owen added, laughing on the inside at how well and easily she could shamelessly lie pretending she was a godsent angel.

“See, I told you I was the best at many things,” Amelia proudly challenged him.

“Yes, I know,” Owen snuggled her closer, determinate to shut her up with a kiss. “Best Shepherd, best Hunt, best liar, best surgeon, best…”

“Oh, shut up!” Amelia interrupted him with a giggle after seeing she was being made fun of. Before Owen could resume his retaliation, she leaned over and kissed his lips, for once and for all ending that discussion.

Owen felt her hands sneakily making their way towards his pants, but before she could make it all the way there, he swiftly rolled to her top and grabbed her wrists, keeping them firmly held above their heads.

“Alright, so now that it’s past bed time, the real games will begin.” Owen stared into her eyes, completely overtaken by desire. “This one is called, ‘how long can you hold it before begging me to end your agony’?” He playfully tempted her, starting a line of kisses from her lips all the way to her neck and breasts at the same time one of his hands played with the hem of her underwear.

“Interesting,” Amelia fully approved of his suggestion, smiling at herself with satisfaction. “So does this mean that if I win,” She sneakily freed one of her hands and ran her fingers through the back of his head, pulling Owen closer, “I also lose?”

“Yes,” Owen huskily whispered in her ear, skillfully moving his hand between her legs, watching Amelia close her eyes and sweetly gasp for air at the exact moment he touched her most intimately. “You can just surrender and lose,” He captured her lips on an erotic kiss at the same time his fingers stimulated her with experienced ease, feeling his wife melt under his touch. He knew Amelia hated to lose and that made tormenting her with that game of pleasure and words even more satisfying. “Or you can ask me to stop and win. Your call, babe.”

“Oh, I hate you,” Amelia chided, unable to open her eyes. The sensations he was causing on her body were deliciously familiar and far too inebriating for her to even think about giving up. She pressed her hips against his touch, eager for more, far too involved to stop now. “But before I lose, let me remind you that there will be revenge,” She gathered the strength to talk, knowing she was just about to reach a climax.

“I cant wait for it,” Owen provoked her, intensifying his rhythm. Soon enough, he watched with satisfaction as his wife’s body seized with delightful fits of pleasure. He kissed her with longing and passion, keeping her trapped under his body without any rush, slowly letting her regain full control of her senses.

“Whoa,” Amelia finally opened her eyes, still recovering from the amazing orgasm he’d just given her. “That was amazing.”

“I know,” He gloated, obviously proud of his achievement. Seeing her get there had completely turning him on and Owen couldn’t wait to see what she had in store for him.

When he felt her moving beneath him, Owen didn’t object, sure she was about to subject him to the same delicious torture she’d just endured in his hands. But to his utmost surprise, Amelia simply got up and walked towards the bathroom, smiling with delivish mischief.

“Congratulations, baby,” Her dimples danced on her cheeks as she obviously manipulated the situation. “You’re the champion.”

“What?” Owen cried out, visibly frustrated. He didn’t expect her to walk away at all.

“You said whoever gets an orgasm, loses,” She kept a wicked grin on her face. “Well this time, guess what…” Amelia laughed, knowing very well how cruel she was being. “You win.” Owen looked at his wife’s face and saw the triumphant expression shinning in her eyes as she denied him the same pleasure he’d just given her seconds before.

“Amelia!” Owen protested, swalling hard at the wicked way she had turned the table around once again.

“You made the rules, not me!” Owen heard the sound of her wicked laughter before Amelia closed the door to the bathroom, undoubtedly proud of herself for the way she was torturing him.

Not for the first time, Owen regretted playing those kinds of games with her. Even though she was a scheming, evil little devil, when it came to seduction games Amelia didn’t have to cheat. She was far too skilled than anyone else he had ever known. With a teasing word, a charming smile or a passionate kiss, she could break his entire defense. And whenever she wasn’t there, the pain was ever worse.

With a sudden urge to scream in frustration, Owen closed his eyes and promised revenge, even though he knew how dangerous it could be. To resist being seduced by her was the only game he was sure he would never win. And when it came to that, luckily for him, Owen didn’t care about victories at all.

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churroandchocolatte · 6 years

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Character name: Molly Cunningham

Characters role: Contestant

gender: Female

race: Anthropomorphized bear

Personality:

Eye color: brown

build: Molly has a strong and rugged appearance, with a thick waist, prominent brows, nose, chin and mouth. She is average height with a strong bone structure

hair color/style: curly blonde fur.

style of dress: Cool and confident. A creature of comfort, Molly goes for clothes that are easy and fuss-free.

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weaknesses: She’s a bit arrogant, bossy, demanding, and impulsive when she’s focused on getting something done. .And can be a bit of a brat. That’s because she has an easy time playing that boss role — which is fine — but she’s young and it is easy to take it to the extreme. There′s a fine line between discussion and argument, and she crosses it frequently, sometimes not really caring whether she’s insulting someone or hurting their feelings until after the event.

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Character name: Shere Khan

Character’s roll: Judge, future boss of the winning contestant

gender: male

race: anthropomorphized tiger

personality:

Eye color: yellow

build: Shere Khan is tall and strong with arching eyebrows over shiny eyes. His face very expressive, even as he attempts to remain restrained. He has a high forehead, a long straight nose, and a well-defined jawline.

hair color/style: not applicable

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weaknesses: Relentlessly ambitious and self serving, he’s a two-faced, criminal who has the willpower and success-envy to drive others into the ground if it gets him further up the pecking order and revels in scandal and gossip. He knows how to schmooze people, but he grit his teeth while smiling at them. He’s constantly on the hunt for a better option/party/job/partner/life and divides the world into people he envies vs. people he can control. Scary.

critical flaw: A relentless search for where the grass might be greener prevents him relaxing in his own backyard.

appearance movement: Appear swift, yet controlled and laid back in style with an almost unnoticeable limp.

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Character name: pistol pete

Characters role: Contestant

gender: Female

race: Anthropomorphized cat

Personality:

Eye color: blue

build: She has a tall, slender, boy like body with strong legs, and a candid square-shaped face. Her eyelashes hang down, so she uses eyelash curlers.

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style of dress: Bohemian. Her style is always her own.

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weaknesses: A nonconformist, if you try to tell her what to do, she’ll act even more outrageous just to annoy you. She loves the attention it brings her. She thinks rules are for other people. She needs a lot of freedom, as she bores easily.

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Character name: Honker

Character’s roll: contestant

gender: male

race: anthropomorphized bird

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build: He has a slender physique, with pointy fingers, gaunt shoulders, and an oval face.

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style of dress: Classic, practical, and a little preppy.

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weaknesses: A pessimistic judging critic who focuses on the negative at all times, and is intent on pointing out his dour observations to others too. He fixates on being right and proving himself correct over petty, minor points of (non) interest that no one else cares about that directs twice as much negativity at himself as anyone else.

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Character name: Goslyn

Character’s roll: contestant

gender: female

race: anthropomorphized bird

personality:

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build: Her body is stocky and athletic with strong legs and a warm, but penetrating face.(She also has nicely arched eyebrows, perfect for making a sarcastic aside to an audience.)

heir color/style: red hair

style of dress: dark minimalist clothing and accessories

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weaknesses: Hell hath no fury like a Goslyn scorned. She’s passionate and can be manipulative and fiery. For her, bad moods are a baseline. She can be very unforgiving. If you wrong her, she will make your life miserable. She can easily spiral down into darkness and negative feelings.She has a temper of epic proportions and when something gets under her skin, she has a tendency towards overreaction.

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Character name: Tank

Character’s roll: contestant

gender: male

race: anthropomorphized bird

personality:

Eye color:

build : Small, squat, well-defined, almost chiseled features. He has a permanent frown on his face.

heir color/style: Wavy red hair

style of dress: neutral and ordinary

strengths:

weaknesses: Tank is the very essence of a controlling attention-seeking bully. He doesn’t really go with the flow, uses people for his own benefit and thrive on gossip and negativity. He can only lift himself up by tearing others down. He won’t think twice about using a family member to further his cause. His pride covers over an easily bruised ego and a deep sense of self-hatred. So he takes that hatred out on others. But beneath the bully beats the heart of a coward. Problem is, he’s even too cowardly to admit he’s a coward.

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Character name: Kit

Character’s roll: contestant

gender: male

race: anthropomorphized bear

personality:

Eye color:

build: Strong build, tall, athletic, and radiating charm and energy and a little chubby.

heir color/style: Thick, full brown hair

style of dress: Casual and comfortable clothing

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weaknesses: Kit is well known for being blunt, and his bluntness borders on tasteless at times. On certain subjects he can be a know-it-all and on others he is easily bored. He can be self-righteous and often lacks good social etiquette. He doesn’t pick up cues when he’s being rude or offensive and he simply doesn’t care much about tact or subtlety. He loves thrills and sometimes that can become self-destructive, when the his impulse is to go big, and sometimes go too far.

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appearance movement: A graceful klutz. He bumps into things on occasion and has slight accidents but he has the grace and natural athleticism to prevent major harm.

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Character name: webby

Character’s roll: contestant

gender: female

race: anthropomorphized duck

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weaknesses: (thanks largely to her upbringing i think)Webby is indecisive. She might take forever to make a decision because she’ll want to weigh every possible option. She tries to hold in her feelings if someone does something to upset her because she wants to avoid what could be an unpleasant conversation(and the loss of a friend). She prefers to keep the peace to the extent where she might abandon her own values. She wants to fit in and be liked, and she is easily influenced. She isn’t very good at keeping promises. She doesn’t mean to be malicious, but she isn’t very loyal to her word either.

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Character name: Louie Character’s roll: contestant gender: male

race: anthropomorphized duck

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weaknesses: Louie is possessive, materialistic, and sometimes vain. He might need to be forcefully re-taught the golden rule. He’s stubborn and can be overly self-indulgent and lazy.He can get way too into superficial things, whether it’s personal vanity over their looks or just an obsession with having all the newest and most expensive stuff on the market. He veers towards acting like a vain, idle flopsy incapable of making up his mind, procrastinating to the point of driving those around him to the very edge of their tolerance. He’s determined to keep his options open as long as possible, and then some, and like to play ‘devil’s advocate’ to any other poor soul trying to make a decision themselves. They can find this to be very annoying.

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Character name: Huey Character’s roll: contestant gender: male

race: anthropomorphized duck

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weaknesses: nurturing and affectionate, but also extremely emotional and sensitive.Huey is moody, cautious and timid to the point where it’s very difficult to get him to move out of his comfort zone. Not only is Huey is very sensitive and easy to offend, he can be a jealous, controlling, emotional wreck who cannot bear to see people leave him behind or improve themselves without his input.

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Character name: Dewie Character’s roll: contestant gender: male

race: anthropomorphized duck

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weaknesses: Dewie tends to be charming and lovable, but he often charms and loves himself the most. He demands attention and will try to be the center of it at all times.There’s no great way to put it, this kid is an attention addict. For Dewie, everything revolves around him. He’s probably never met a mirrorhe didn’t love! If he starts feeling ignored, he will throw a tantrum.

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mei-criticalpractice-blog · 7 years

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Entertainment Remix Week 9

First of all I wanted to add a few things to my playlist.

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Wayne Goss, a renowned makeup artist talks about the current drag makeup trend and how the social media has helped it reach its peak.

https://childmind.org/article/how-using-social-media-affects-teenagers/

This article analyzed the connection between teens usage of social media and mental health issues.

http://www.rd.com/health/wellness/negative-effects-of-social-media/

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In the video by Wayne Goss, he talked about how Instagram helped the growth of the makeup trend that is over exaggerated and actually came from Drag culture. When you go on Instagram, you will see all of the beautiful celebrities, and models having the same type of makeup trend. Well-blended smokey eye, heavy and sharp contour, bright highlighter on high points of the face, clean cut arched eyebrows, and glued on dramatic false eyelashes. After seeing those looks from the “cool” celebrities, young girls who will try to copy whatever is cool, will then try to do the similar type of makeup without knowing that it is too much for their age. Moreover, they are taking something that was originally drag makeup, which was intended for male to make their features more feminine and, putting that technique on their already feminine faces, would actually do the opposite and make their faces more masculine. Social media’s infinite praise on celebrities and influencers may not be the best influence for teenagers. Their inability to identify what is good or bad can easily trick them into doing something that is not right, or blindly doing so just because their idol did it. Influencers and celebrities are becoming such big part of our lives that it is having a bad effect on the society. The next generations will see all these big people as role models and try to copy them. But many of the celebrities do not control or filter their actions and saying online, causing their young followers who see everything they do as correct to repeat their maybe wrongful actions. Although some may argue whatever in individual chooses to put on their social media account should be their freedom, I think other wise. In the modern society where celebrities are being reported for whatever they do, and having such an important role in young people’s lives, they need to watch what they post on social media.

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Although entertaining, social media has a negative effect on people’s emotional well-being. First, it will give people a false sense of connection. On facebook, you can easily have a few hundred “friends”, and casually talk to people you do not know well. That makes it harder for people to distinguish the difference between meaningful relationships in the real world vs. the numerous relationships developed online. If one spends all time and energy on those meaningless relationships, the important ones that are in real life will weaken. Moreover, social media can alter what people like and do not like over time. Peer pressure is very common on social networks, people’s opinion can be shifted to another if the other side seems to be more popular. Also, it is human nature for people to compare themselves to others. Researchers found out 1 in 3 people felt frustration and loneliness after spending time on social media. Mainly due to perceived inadequacies when comparing themselves to friends. Personally, I have also experienced the dilemmas caused by social media stated above. In middle school, it was “cool” to have a lot of friends on Facebook, so I would try to add people I never even talked to. I added my friends’ friends, accepted friend requests from people that looked strange who are from other countries, and did so many crazy things just to hit 800 Facebook friends. That was my goal in life back then. As a result, some of those whom I added started conversations with me, and during that time, I would often escape from spending time with my family to chat with my “friends” online, because I wanted to maintain those relationships. (It was also cool to have friends you’ve never met before to me back then, I don’t understand why). I did share some private information with those people as well, and I am very glad right now that it didn’t become dangerous for me. That experience feels immature and childish to me right now, but on some levels, I am still doing the same thing. I care about the amount of followers I have on Instagram, and I would get worried if one post did not get to 100 likes fast enough. I admit that I am letting social media get the best of me, and it is very hard to change.

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Also, entertainment seems to be changing in so many ways. Advertisements and entertainment content used to be separated, but now, everything is sponsored, and has an advertisement message hidden in some way. Youtube used to be a platform where creators put fun little homemade videos up for people to watch, whether it is game streaming, makeup, funny skits, or whatever, it was organic. Now, as soon as you click on a video on Youtube, especially makeup tutorials, the video feels very artificial, and pretty girls and boys will praise a product, and have a link and coupon code to it in their description bar. Youtube has commercialized to almost being like an advertisement platform. A lot of big Youtubers are not trying to create genuine content for their viewers, and are instead trying to get sponsors, so they could earn money.

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