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[pineapplefulfillseveryneed]

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[animeyanderelover]

The way of an aggressive yet very loving househusband

Tw: Yandere themes, obsession, possessive behavior, overprotective behavior, aggression but not in the way you may think, darling has periods, abduction, this is no poly relationship by the way

Can I just say that Bakugou and Barou are basically the same type of a Yandere almost down to the tee? A type which I have decided to call the aggressive househusband.

Think about it. Both are really intimidating and scary and I wouldn't hold it against you if you would be very scared of them the first time. You see how Bakugou constantly yells at people and glares at them with his red eyes. You see how Barou completely annihilates people on the field as if this was more than just a sport and notice how he towers over anyone who annoys him off whilst glaring at them with his red eyes.

So you when you are abducted you genuinely believe the worst is going to happen. That you'll be stuck with a violent and aggressive man obsessed with you who will physically harm you and beat you up.

Only for none of that to happen.

Obviously he isn't happy to see you being so scared of him. Yes, he isn't going to deny that he is maybe a tad bit scary but you're acting like he's going to undo his belt at any moment and give you a goddamn whipping.

However, despite him being quite offended that you would put him in the same category as a fucking abuser he knows that he has to give you his patience right now. Acting right into any stereotypes you have already out him into would only harm his reputation more.

He speaks quieter and tries to sound less harsh when he's talking to you. He bends down so that both of you are on the same height or he sits down somewhere so that he is actually looking up at you whilst you are looking down on him. He gives you your space. Yes, he still checks in on you because he is considerate and not fucking stupid but he doesn't invade your privacy.

His aggressive side resurfaces as soon as chores are involved but in a way you would have never expected. He is a bloody perfectionist and no matter how you clean your room, wipe the tables or vacuum-clean the floor, you somehow never do it right. There is always something that he has to criticise. There is a spot on the mirror left from when you brushed your teeth. You forgot to clean under that little gap of your wardrobe. You didn't fold your shirts right.

The list goes on.

He doesn't hit you though and yells at you that you never do stuff right and that you're useless. No, instead he guides you promptly to the bedroom, pushes you into the mattress and just bluntly tells you that you can just watch one of the 10+ Streaming Sides he pays for whilst he is going to properly clean the goddamn house. And whilst you are sitting in bed, slightly perplexed by what just happened, he is mopping the floor and mutters occasionally about how he can't believe that you can't even clean properly. That's fine though. He can do that for you.

He cooks for you. Every day. Without fail. He hates when you go out and eat some junk food. Sure, he is guilty of eating it once in a while too but it is different when it comes to you. You shouldn't enjoy greasy and unhealthy food unless it is his greasy and unhealthy food that he has prepared for you. Don't expect him to cook you that stuff every day though. He will cook nutritious and healthy food for you and you better eat what he serves or he will be very mad and grumble about it for the entire rest of the day.

You want to go an a diet? Don't even dare to attempt any bullshit diet a beauty influencer on Instagram, YouTube or other social platforms has recommended. He happens to know the one or other thing about a diet that is actually healthy and still tastes good.

You want to try a new dish? Write him down the groceries he needs and he's the next evening in the kitchen, all ingredients tidily placed in front of him as he reads the recipe through before he starts to prepare the dish.

If you want juice he is not buying the bottles but the fruits themselves and prepares fresh juice for you. If it's orange juice you want he just squeezes every last drop out with his bare fists before he serves it in a glass to you. He generally keeps a lot of fruits and vegetables in his fridge because he likes to prepare randomly a small bowl for you so that you consume your vitamins and minerals.

You, who has lived a humble life the first twenty-something years of your life, always look at price tags when something catches your eye and as soon as you notice a number far too high with what you're comfortable to spend you just turn around.

Case closed.

Or maybe not.

Because in the next moment your lover is dragging you into the store with him, grabs whatever it is that caught your eye and then asks you with a scowl on his face if there is anything else that you would like since the two of you are already in here. Do not let yourself be mislead by that scowl on his face. What he really means to say to you is "if there is anything else you want just fucking grab it because I have the money". Honestly, who do you think is he earning all his money for nowadays?

Taxes and all other paperwork is something he mainly does. You are free to help if you insist but be aware that he is most likely going to complain about something again because there is always something he can nag about.

You never have to worry about running out of pads or tampons because he always keeps those shelves filled. As soon as you're down one package a new one magically appears the next day. He's not one of those guys who feels embarrassed about buying this stuff for you. I mean, who is going to make fun of him? Most people are in general far too scared to comment about it when they see him standing in line with packages of pads in his basket.

He ensures that you have all your needed doctor appointments. A general health check. A visit at your gynaecologist. A visit at the dentist. All of that at least twice a year so that he can see it through that something is treated the moment it is spotted.

When you're sick he is the best person to take care of you. He doesn't judge you for your terrible mood, the coughs, the sneezes or other symptoms you may experience. However, he is going to bully the spoon of medicine in your mouth, is going to monitor you to see it through that you consume your tablet and will carry you right back to bed and wrap you up as soon as you attempt to do something when you should rest instead.

Scary dog privilege is real with him just as much as the saying "my girl can wear whatever the fuck she wants because I can fight". It doesn't matter at which time in which location you are at, absolutely no one is getting to you with him by your side.

As soon as he notices someone giving you a weird look or oogling at you suggestively? Then it's up to you to cling to his torso as he drags you with him, red eyes promising a burial. Luckily you manage to be a voice of reason and stop him from potentially committing a crime in public.

You realise that you have severely misjudged him. Apparently you really shouldn't judge a book by its cover.

[trevuorzegras]

NOT CLICKBAIT, I SWEAR 　WILL SMITH

　　　will smith x fem youtuber!reader

SUMMARY 　will finds himself obsessed with a famous youtuber, only to later find out she’s just as obsessed with him.

contains 　crushes, public embarrassment, brief mentions of stalker behavior (will following y/n to target, but it’s portrayed playfully), teasing, use of y/n.

　　BEING A WELL-KNOWN YouTuber meant y/n was constantly on the move. New cities, new people, new opportunities. Her content was the kind of thing people could fall into without thinking — lighthearted pranks in stores, chaotic challenge videos, vlogs with her friends. It was brain candy for anyone needing a laugh, or just something to watch while eating dinner.

And among the millions of people who stumbled into her world of loud laughter and neon thumbnails… was Will Smith.

Will was a rising star on the ice. A professional hockey player with the kind of focus, talent, and discipline you’d expect from someone at his level. YouTube had never really been his thing. He might’ve watched the occasional highlights reel or a montage of motivation when he needed it, but y/n? She was different. She hooked him.

He wasn’t even sure how he found her channel. Probably a teammate showing her prank on a Starbucks barista where she’d pretended to speak only in Jersey-Italian — but once he saw it, he was done for. He binged her videos on team buses, watched her vlogs in hotel rooms after games, even caught himself smiling at his phone like an idiot in the locker room.

Soon, he was showing her to his teammates like she was a rare gem they had to appreciate too.

“Bro, look at this one — she climbs into a display bed at IKEA and pretends she lives there. Tell me that’s not commitment.”

Macklin tried to be supportive, but after the fifth night in a row of hearing Will giggle at his screen like a teenage girl watching her crush from across the cafeteria, he’d had enough.

“Dude,” Macklin said, half-laughing, half-concerned. “You’re obsessed. You haven’t even met her.”

Will didn’t even pretend to argue. “I know,” he said simply, shrugging. “But I’m gonna.”

And then came the news: Y/n announced on Instagram that she’d be traveling to San Jose to film a vlog and catch a Sharks game. Will felt his heart shoot into his throat. It was fate. It had to be.

He spiraled in the best (and worst) way. New haircut. New hoodie. Spent an hour deciding on sneakers, then changed last-minute anyway. He refreshed her stories like it was a second job.

“I just wanna impress her,” he told Macklin when the other guy raised an eyebrow after catching Will rehearing what he’d say if — when — he ran into her.

“Sure,” Macklin muttered. “You sound like you’re preparing for a job interview, not trying to meet your YouTube crush.”

But it wasn’t just a crush. Not to Will. Not anymore.

When y/n posted that she was at the Target down the street — the one right by his apartment, something snapped in him. He threw on the hoodie he’d been saving for game day, grabbed his keys, and left without thinking.

He told himself he wasn’t being a creep. He wasn’t stalking. He was… casually shopping. Just in case fate wanted to help him out a little.

It took him ten minutes of circling the store before he saw her. She was filming with someone, her older brother, from the looks of it — and she was mid-bit.

He froze.

She was even more beautiful in person. And her laugh. The same one he’d heard through headphones a hundred times — was louder, realer, richer. It hit him in the chest like a slap.

He started to follow her. Not close. Just… at a safe, not-weird distance. Every few seconds, he’d debate leaving. He didn’t want to freak her out. What was he even doing?

But as she turned down the aisle toward women’s clothes, he knew it was now or never.

He stepped forward, heart pounding, and called her name. Soft at first — then louder.

“Y/n?”

She turned around, her face brightening into a smile so genuine it almost knocked the breath out of his lungs. “Hi!”

He froze.

Say something. Say something.

“I — uh, hi,” he stammered, scratching the back of his neck like a nervous teenager. “I’m Will.”

She let out a little laugh — a warm, surprised one and tilted her head.

“I know,” she said. “I’m a big fan.”

She was a fan?

His brain short-circuited. He blinked like she’d just spoken French. “Wait — what?”

She laughed again. “Yeah! You’re insane on the ice. My brother and I started watching your games a while back. You’re really good.”

He blinked again, still stunned. “That’s wild. I’ve been watching you nonstop for like… months.”

She looked just as caught off guard as he did, cheeks flushing slightly. “No way.”

“Way,” he said, finally managing a grin. “Mind if I get a picture?”

“Only if I get one too.”

They both pulled out their phones, taking one picture with hers, one with his. Will couldn’t stop smiling, and apparently neither could she.

“You coming to the game tomorrow?” he asked, instantly regretting it. Of course she is, idiot.

She nodded, biting her lip. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

“Find me after,” he said. “Seriously.”

“I will.”

They exchanged a few more awkward-yet-charming words before she had to get back to filming. Will left Target floating. He’d just met her. And she knew who he was. She liked him.

He replayed every second of their conversation in his head all the way home, like a teenager walking back from a first kiss.

What he didn’t know — couldn’t know — was that the second he left, y/n turned to her camera, breathless.

“Okay. Okay. That was Will freaking Smith. Holy shit. He’s so much cuter in person.” She paused, then laughed. “Oh my god, cut that out. No — leave it. That was real. That was real.”

Game day arrived like a storm.

Will was buzzing — more than usual. His pre-game routine was shot to hell. He kept checking his phone even though there were no new updates. He’d already watched y/n’s latest story three times. She was in the arena. Wearing his jersey. Smiling into the camera with nachos in her hand.

“Smitty,” Macklin groaned, yanking his helmet on, “you’re embarrassing.”

Will barely looked up. “She’s wearing my jersey.”

“She bought it with money, man. That doesn’t mean she’s gonna marry you.”

Will grinned anyway. “Not yet.”

He skated like he had something to prove. And maybe he did. Every time he made a play, every time the puck hit his stick, he imagined her watching — not just as a fan, but his fan. He didn’t want to just impress her. He wanted her to feel everything he felt when watching her videos. That weird, electric joy.

Midway through the second period, he scored.

The arena erupted.

He didn’t usually celebrate like that, but this time? He lifted his stick, scanned the crowd — and pointed. Just once. A quick, small gesture toward section 112. He didn’t even know if she saw it. But he did it anyway.

After the game, he couldn’t get to the locker room fast enough. The win felt great, but it wasn’t what had him racing through the halls, heart pounding harder than it had on the ice. The only thing that mattered now was finding her.

He pulled his hoodie on, skipped the usual post-game interviews, and bolted through the tunnel. The concrete walls echoed with the noise of fans filing out, but he didn’t hear any of it. He only heard the sound of her name in his head.

He found her waiting near the glass, just like she said she would.

She looked up the moment she saw him, eyes wide, smile blooming like it couldn’t wait any longer.

“There he is!” she called out, her voice half-laugh, half-scream.

Will swore his stomach flipped.

“You came,” he said, pushing past the barrier as one of the security guards nodded him through.

“I told you I would,” she said, bouncing on her toes. “You were insane out there.”

He shrugged, trying to play it cool, even though his cheeks felt hot. “Scored for you.”

“Oh, so that’s what that point was?” she teased. “I thought you were just cocky.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “I mean, maybe a little.”

There was a pause — a heartbeat of quiet as they stood across from each other in the chaos of fans behind them, everyone filing out and talking loudly and moving fast.

But they stood still.

“You look really good,” she said suddenly, softer now. “Like… not just on the ice.”

Will looked at her like she was a dream. “You wore my jersey,” he said. “I think that means we’re dating now.”

She snorted. “Bold.”

“Just honest.”

Another pause. Another pull.

He took a step closer, then held up his phone. “One more selfie?”

She nodded, smiling shyly this time. “One more.”

He snapped the picture — both of them still breathless, flushed from adrenaline and nerves. And then they didn’t move. Not right away.

Her voice was quiet again, almost unsure. “This is weird, right?”

He tilted his head. “Weird?”

“Like… we met yesterday. But it doesn’t feel like yesterday.”

Will nodded slowly. “Feels like I’ve known you for months.”

She smiled. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Then came the look. The kind people only share once. That rare, fragile thing that says I see you. And I like what I see.

Will scratched the back of his neck. “Wanna get food? Or, I don’t know — Target?”

Y/n laughed, eyes sparkling. “Let’s do Target. For old time’s sake.”

As they walked side by side toward the exit, Will glanced at her again — this girl he’d only ever known through a screen, who somehow felt more real than anything he’d ever known.

He didn’t say it out loud, not yet. But he knew.

She was the best thing he’d ever found on the internet.

Y/n spent the next two days editing like her life depended on it:

She hadn’t been able to stop smiling since the game. Meeting Will had been surreal, but what followed? The energy between them — electric. And maybe it was fast, maybe a little ridiculous, but she felt something. And based on the way he’d looked at her when they took that last selfie, he did too.

But now, sitting in her hotel room, hoodie wrapped around her shoulders, headphones on, laptop overheating on her legs — she was locked in.

She scrubbed through the Target footage, adjusting audio, cutting dead air, adding captions. Her usual chaos. There were moments that made her laugh so hard she had to pause. And then…

She hit the part. The part.

The second Will walked away, she’d turned to the camera like a lunatic — face flushed, eyes wide — and whispered:

“Okay. Okay. That was Will freaking Smith. Holy shit. He’s so much cuter in person.”

She froze, finger hovering over the delete key.

But something stopped her.

It was raw. Real. Vulnerable in the way fans never got to see her. And maybe… maybe she wanted him to see it too.

She let it play. Didn’t cut it.

Three hours later, the video was live.

Will was at home, splayed across the couch, still in his practice gear because he couldn’t be bothered to move. He saw the notification pop up before he even unlocked his phone:

Y/n uploaded: “Meeting MY Favorite Hockey Player (I embarrassed myself)”

He sat up so fast he startled his roommate’s dog.

“Holy — okay,” he muttered, plugging in his headphones.

He watched the whole thing, start to finish, heart racing. Her laugh still hit him in the chest. The jokes, the fake Target wedding aisle bit, her teasing her brother. He couldn’t look away.

And then came the part.

His part.

He watched himself walk into frame — saw the way she lit up when she turned around. Heard her call him cute. Listened to his own awkward stammering. He grinned so hard his cheeks hurt.

And then, as he turned to leave, the camera stayed on her.

“Okay. Okay. That was Will freaking Smith. Holy shit. He’s so much cuter in person.”

Will blinked.

He rewound it. Played it again.

And then, without thinking, he pulled out his phone.

Will: So… I’m “so much cuter in person,” huh?

Y/n: OH MY GOD.

NAVIGATION　　 ✶ 　　NHL MASTERLIST

© V A M P — please do not copy, repost, translate, or use my work without consent.

[sensorytuna]

── VENI, VIDI, VICI.

part one . part two . part three .

synopsis. a stupid bet with cartman forces kyle to prove that he can, in fact, pull and be able to date. after hearing about it, you agree to being his fake lover.

notes . occasional swearing, aged up characters (high school students)

♡ : kyle broflovski x reader

- the four boys are at the mall food court, eating greasy fast food while talking about anything that comes to mind

- suddenly the topic shifts and cartman begins to run his mouth about how kyle is “pathetically single” and “completely incapable of getting a date”

- fatass can’t even get a girlfriend that lasts more than a week, smh

- kenny, of course being kenny, joins in on the teasing while stan tries to shut them up

- kyle wasn’t having it

- to make things worse, cartman makes a bet with him

- if kyle doesn’t get a girlfriend (or anyone really, he’s that desperate) within a week, he has to do something embarrassing like listen to everything he does or wear an “i paused my game for this (this better be good)” shirt without his winter coat for an entire week

- in return, if kyle somehow wins the bet; cartman has to shave his head (which was a little unfair but it was too late for kyle to realize)

- in the midst of it, kenny recalls the list of most to least cute boys back in middle school (the forged list), causing kyle to groan and tell him to fuck off lmao

- he comes back home after the weekend hangout and kyle just completely forgets about it

- he was all talk at the mall a while ago and then it’s like the bet just completely vanishes in his head

- lol

- he doesn’t know what’s about to bite him in the ass

- friday night comes along and kenny suddenly chats him on instagram

- digbickkenny: dude cartman’s been talking mad shit, you better come to school next week with a girlfriend or ur fucked lmaoooo

- he stares into the phone for a good second, just staring at the text while all the color drains away from his face

- he realizes he only has 2 days left to get into a relationship

- aw shit

- that sent kyle in a whiplash

- he immediately scrambles and starts considering his options because there’s no way he’s gonna have a girlfriend by the weekends

- and of course he doesn’t want to say that cartman is his supreme overlord and that he’s handsome to the entire school

- he realizes he has to fake a relationship if he wanted to get out of his bet safely

- he would’ve gone for his crush or someone of romantic interest, but… he hasn’t liked someone since last year, so that’s out of the question

- he begins narrowing down who he can ask like a beggar

- someone he trusts not to rat him out to cartman

- someone who can be convincing enough to fool his friends (and everyone basically)

- someone who might actually say yes instead of laughing in his face

- and then you enter his mind

- you and kyle are close, maybe not as close as him and stan but you two sit next to each other in class and have interacted multiple times

- you hate cartman just as much as kyle hates him

- you’re a wild card, no one ever knows what to expect from you; but dating kyle? sounds just about right

- next thing you know, your phone is lighting up with a notification from kyle

- that guy from new jersey: ok so hypothetically if i asked you to be my fake lover would you say yes

- free food (do not call): kyle what the fuck

- that guy from new jersey: ok first of all rude, second of all it’s just for tomorrow

- free food (do not call): why the hell would you need a fake lover for one day

- that guy from new jersey: you remember that stupid bet cartman keeps on talking about

- free food (do not call): no

- that guy from new jersey: the one where he said i couldn’t get a girlfriend by monday and i told him to go fuck himself and now if i don’t prove him wrong i have to listen to everything he says for a whole week

- free food (do not call): LMAO WAIT YOU WERE BEING SERIOUS???

- that guy from new jersey: yes unfortunately

- that guy from new jersey: and i may or may not have completely forgotten about it until kenny reminded me just now so like, you in?

- free food (do not call): so let me get this straight

- free food (do not call): you want me to pretend to be your caring and devoted lover just so you don’t have to walk around school looking like cartman’s personal bitch?

- that guy from new jersey: correct

- free food (do not call): what’s in it for me then

- that guy from new jersey: uhhh the satisfaction of making cartman shut the hell up?

- free food (do not call): tempting but no

- that guy from new jersey: fine

- that guy from new jersey: i’ll do your history homework for a week

- free food (do not call): make it two

- that guy from new jersey: are you serious

- free food (do not call): kyle i am putting my reputation on the line for you. two weeks or good luck finding someone else

- that guy from new jersey: fine. deal.

- free food (do not call): pleasure doing business with you babe

- oh my god this is already a mistake

- on monday cartman is absolutely ripping kyle

- “well kahl, where’s your mystery girlfriend, huh? does she go to another school?”

- of course kenny doesn’t help

- “or better yet, is she invisible?”

- both of them burst into laughter while stan tries to defend kyle

- “guys stop it, give him a secon-“

- you randomly approach them and tug kyle’s arm to kiss his cheek

- “hey babe!”

- what the fuck?

- cartman’s smile falters and kenny is unable to contain his laughter even more

- “here’s your lunch, made it myself”

- kyle’s blinking at the paper bag of the lunch you apparently made for him, his ears increasingly turning pink

- “oh- uh, thanks” as he takes the bag

- you smile him with an expression that can be only described as “love” (with air quotation marks) before you say goodbye and leave

- holy shit what the fuck just happened

- cartman’s the first to speak

- “no fuckin’ way, i call bullshit! you definitely paid her to be your boyfriend”

- “for the love of god shut the fuck up fatass” kyle retorts

i have an idea for a second part if anyone’s interested! who wants me to write it? :-)

[jellesreid]

Bun in the Oven

In which Spencer’s influencer girlfriend announced her pregnancy (Fluff!) Soon to be dad Spencer x influencer soon to be mom reader

masterlist

word count: 1.8k

tags: dad!spencer, mom!reader, pregnant reader, influencer reader, Instagram, pregnancy reveal, pregnancy announcement, couple, in love, relationship, BAU, behavioural analysis unit, girl mom, gathering, party, family, friends, aesthetic, Elle greenaway, Jennifer jareau, jelle, Penelope Garcia.

warnings: none! fluffyyyy

notes: I have changed my layout I usually use a GIF but I am running out lol. There will probably be a part 2 to this. I hope you enjoy!

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You and Spencer had kept your relationship a secret from his friends for a couple of months when you started dating but the secrecy didn’t last long because of your large following on social media.

While your fans couldn’t tell who Spencer was based on the pictures you had posted, his friends specifically Penelope and Elle who were apparently pretty big fans of yours didn’t take long to figure out that you were Spencer’s secret girlfriend and he was their favourite influencers mystery boyfriend.

You still hadn’t posted anything with Spencer’s face in or tagged him in anything partly because he only made an Instagram account solely to look at your pictures and follow a select few members of the BAU team.

When you met Spencer it wasn’t exactly a coincidence, you had seen Elle’s Instagram come up on your explore page before, and after a quick look at her feed, you’d seen a picture of Spencer at a coffee shop you visited occasionally.

You became a regular at that coffee shop, the green tea and strawberry matcha were both exceptionally nice and seeing the brown puppy-eyed FBI agent was a bonus of the trips.

After realising, that despite you both locking eyes each time you saw each other, he wasn’t going to be the one that made the first move. You sat at his table one day while he was lost in a sudoku puzzle. Now you had been dating for close to three years, and neither of you could be happier.

“Oh my god!” Penelope shrieked from her tech den, “Elle!”

Elle rounded the corner standing in the doorway hand in hand with JJ, “What is it? It’s only,” Elle looked down at her watch, “8:25 in the morning.”

“Did you see her post!” Penelope still spoke at a high volume that really wasn’t needed for this early in the morning.

“Whose?” JJ asked her eyebrows knitted together.

“Y/N’s! Look,” Penelope ushered them in with the motion of her hand signalling for them to come closer.

On the screen in front of her was your most recent Instagram post.

Elle covered her mouth with her hands after she let out a small gasp.

“No way! That’s great,” JJ exclaimed happily.

“He’s going to be the best dad!” Penelope started, “And obviously she’s going to be the best mom.”

“Spence is so great with kids,” Elle smiled widely.

“He’s great with Henry, Micheal and Isabelle,” JJ said quickly getting up a picture from a day when Spencer babysat for her and Elle.

“And Jack,” Elle added.

When they heard Spencer’s voice coming from the bullpen they were quick to call him in at the same time.

“Ladies,” Spencer said when he reached the doorway with a coffee in his hand.

“When were you going to tell us!” Penelope shouted at him.

“Tell you what?” Spencer said flustered trying not to let his face show that he had a secret.

“That Y/N is pregnant, that you’re going to be a dad?” Elle said.

“How did you know?” Spencer asked rubbing the back of his neck.

“Instagram duh,” Penelope rolled her eyes.

Spencer groaned, “She was supposed to mute you, apparently that’s something on Instagram. We had something planned.”

“Oh,” Elle frowned slightly.

“I’m sorry for ruining it,” Penelope pouted.

“There’s a gathering at our place on Friday, Please act surprised when she tells you and please stop anyone else from finding out,” Spencer pleaded with her.

“On it,” Penelope said as she started taping at her keyboard at the speed of light.

Luckily Friday came with no one else finding out. Everyone was at yours and Spencer’s apartment, you had decided that while you both had enough money you wanted to wait until you were engaged before buying a house, the apartment was large enough for three by all means.

Spencer had his arms wrapped around your waist and his hands rested on your stomach almost immediately after you had revealed the news to his co-workers.

They were all delighted that you were pregnant although you could tell by Penelope’s not-so-ecstatic reaction that she already knew, that’s when you remembered you forgot to mute them from your Instagram.

“Baby I messed up,” You turned and pouted at Spencer.

“What’s wrong angel?” Spencer asked moving one of his hands to play with the ends of your hair.

“I didn’t mute them from my Instagram, they already knew. I should have just waited to tell people I ruined it,” You frowned with tears in your eyes. It really wasn’t as big a deal as you were making it to be right now but it was most likely the hormones.

“It’s okay darling,” Spencer kissed the top of your head, “I’ll admit, I knew Penelope, Elle and JJ knew but I promise they were the only ones and I made sure no one else found out.”

“Why didn't you tell me they knew!” You folded your arms.

“Because I knew how excited you were about surprising everyone and I didn’t want to ruin that for you.”

You groaned, “You’re such a good boyfriend I can’t even be mad.”

“Well thank goodness because I don’t want you to be mad at me,” Spencer laughed, his hands returning to your stomach.

“You can’t even tell in most clothes yet,” You stated.

“That’s true but I know our baby is there.”

Penelope came skipping toward you both, “Stop hogging her Spencer, we need girl time.”

“I’m just taking care of her,” Spencer looked into your eyes with love.

“Boring, you can do that later we need to gossip,” Penelope took your hand and dragged you towards the kitchen where Elle was.

As soon as the door was closed Penelope started playing rapid fire with her questions, “When are you and Spencer getting married? Do you want a boy or a girl? Oh, who cares either it will be gorgeous. Ooo when are you telling your fans who Spencer is?”

“Okay,” You laugh, “What happened to one question at a time?”

“You’ll have to excuse her she’s a little crazy,” Elle laughed pulling you into a hug, “Congratulations.”

“Thank you, um the questions so… I’m not sure we will get married when we are ready, I would love a daughter of course but I would also love to have a boy. Spencer thinks it’s a girl based on my bump. I don’t have a plan on telling my fans who Spence is I don’t think it’s important and as you both already know keeping a low profile is important for FBI agents.”

Elle nods, “All valid points, I don’t think Spencer would want to be on social media like that.”

“You’re right,” Penelope said.

You nodded picking up a piece of chocolate cake from the tray on the counter.

“You’re going to be the best and hottest parents ever,” Penelope squealed.

“Thank you,” You said sitting down on one of the seats at the breakfast bar, “I’m so tired.”

“Have you not been sleeping well?” Elle asked concerned.

“I get a little nausea at night and it’s definitely worse when I’m worrying about Spence too I’m just thankful he has been teaching and hasn’t gone on as many cases lately.”

Elle frowned and rubbed your back, “I get it, it’s a demanding job but if you speak to Spencer I’m sure he’ll think of something, like doing more case files at home instead.”

“I’m going to get Spencer,” Penelope said.

“No you don’t have to,” You started but by the time you finished the words Penelope had left the kitchen.

Penelope came back into the kitchen with Spencer following behind her with a worried look covering his face making the wrinkles in his forehead more prominent.

“What’s wrong darling?” He asked.

“I’m just tired.”

“You need to rest I’ll wrap things up and then we will rest together sweetheart. How does that sound?” Spencer kissed your head.

“It sounds good but I feel bad they haven’t been here long and they are your friends,” you frowned.

“Honey, I don’t care if they had only just walked through the door, if you’re not up to it they can leave,” He rubbed your back lovingly.

“I just want hugs,” You whispered but loud enough for him to hear and the two women in the room to go ‘Awww.’

“Come here,” Spencer helped you up from the chair and instantly wrapped his arms around you.

“I need to do my Instagram post,” You groaned into his neck as you looked at the clock on the kitchen wall.

“Let’s sit on the sofa, we can choose some pictures together,” He locked his fingers with yours as you walked into the living room together.

JJ spotted Elle across the room and made her way over to her wife, “She looks exhausted.”

“She is, she feels bad about everyone having to leave though,” Elle said wrapping her arms around JJ’s waist.

You rested your head on Spencer’s shoulder as you scrolled through your camera roll.

“How about that one, you look gorgeous,” Spencer kissed the side of your head before his phone dinged with a message. He took his phone out of his pocket and read the message from JJ that said ‘Elle and I will start asking people to leave :)’ Spencer smiled and liked the message and put it away before you could see.

“Hm, maybe. I want one of us though.”

“I think some of us are going to head out now, we have the kids to pick up,” JJ told the pair after making her way around the small group of people there.

“Are you sure?” You asked.

“Yeah, we can all hang out another day, and get some rest. I’ll send you some pictures of Isabella at her school show tonight,” JJ leaned down and hugged you.

“Oh please do!” You exclaimed, “Bye guys, I hope you had fun, sorry I wasn’t much fun to be around.”

Elle kissed the top of your head, “You were fine, we understand, have a nap.”

“It was still fun, you’re always fun, we love you guys,” Penelope said heading towards the door with Derek after he said goodbye to you and Spencer.

——————

“Have you chosen the pictures yet honey?” Spencer asked bringing two cups of peppermint tea into the living room.

“Yep and posted, I think you’ll like them,” You smiled, snuggling closer to him as he picked up his phone to look at your post.

“Do you ever read the comments?” He asked after leaving his own comment on the post.

“Sometimes, I like a few of the comments but people can be mean and there’s always people speculating who you are.”

“You know you can mention me, I wouldn’t mind. My account is private and I’d never have my full name on there so it’s mostly safe,” Spencer looked at a couple of comments with his phone in one hand and his other hand rested on your stomach.

“Really?” You asked excitedly already picking up your phone to tag him in the picture.

Spencer nodded, giving you a soft kiss on your lips, “I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

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[rumisgf]

DENKI BOYFRIEND HEADCANONS

summary: here’s some denki headcanons if he was your boyfie bcs i rlly love this boy sm and he don’t get enough love for my liking :[

warnings: college!au, suggestive, crack, feminine terms for reader used, black!reader ofc and always

✧ you’ve earned yourself a himbo gamer bf congrats

✧ denki is so loud about how much he loves you and he makes it very known that you’re his

✧ while it annoys people like bakugou when he constantly goes on tangents about you, it’s honestly such a green flag

✧ by nature, denki’s a very flirty person so you assumed you’d have to work that out with him a lot

✧ not only that but as denki got older, ladies (and boys) definitely started flirting with him first

✧ it definitely irked you when yall were js talking/in a “situationship”

✧ sometimes you genuinely wanted to rip the hair out of not only your scalp and his

✧ it was only because you wanted him so bad

✧ surprisingly tho, if you bring it up to him he stops immediately

✧ and when you do start dating he pretty much tunes out anyone who even tries to make a move on him

✧ he definitely owns one of those “i love my girlfriend” shirts and will genuinely style it

✧ overall, denki’s one of the most reassuring partners you could ask for after y’all make it official

“i promise i’m literally obsessed with you.”

“you’re the only one i see, princess”

✧ if yall see the way he talks in the show, he definitely is in tune with his feminine side

✧ and in the best way possible, the only reason he might have a lot of friends who are girls is because girls feel so comfortable around him

✧ and i’m a huge believer in the ‘denki with an older sister’ headcanon so that’s definitely where he gets it from

✧ he always helps you with outfits and he even knows how to do makeup to an extent

✧ the first time you were running late but still had to do your makeup so he just came over and did a perfect winged eyeliner, you were just like ‘…..someone cooked here.’

“kaminari….what the fuck.”

“what?”

✧ he always calls you “girl” when you say something weird or dumb and it really just slips off his tongue

✧ denki also loves gossiping. he’s so messy

✧ if he peeps something, you’re the first person he texts and y’all definitely make fun of people together

✧ when he’s gaming you’d think he’s one of those dudes who just completely ignores their girl

✧ which sometimes is a habit when you’re on the phone

✧ but usually, he’s able to have a full conversation with you and play the game with bakusquad on a seperate instagram or discord call (yes, he has this talent because of his adhd)

✧ besides he makes up for it when you get to take facetime photos of him with his camera set up, his bedroom lights off, the lights from his computer monitor/tv and his led lights highlighting his features so beautifully

✧ if you ever need his attention, he’ll get off in an instant with the excuse ‘i wanna go hang out with my girl’

✧ and he also loves gaming with you. it’s 50/50 though, sometimes he’ll let you win and sometimes he’ll absolutely obliterate you then laugh in your face

✧ it’s ok though because you get kisses after :)

✧ in person, kaminari’s always is touching you in some type of way

✧ whether it’s you sitting between his legs on the floor, his hand on your thigh while you sit next to him, occasionally hugging your waist if you stand up next to him

✧ his favorite though is definitely having you sit in his lap

✧ he’ll play with the hem of your pants or your shirt, wrap his arms around your waist while holding the controller, or let you bury your face in his neck and fall asleep

✧ speaking of, he loves when you fall asleep on him

✧ even around other people, he always likes pulling you on his lap or having your head rested on his shoulder

✧ both of y’all’s friends definitely take pictures whenever this happens but he honestly loves it and doesn’t care when bakusquad sends it into their groupchat

✧ he’s just like yeah, that’s my cute lil girlfriend what abt it?

✧ he really does think you’re so adorable and he loves babying you

✧ yk how the one episode where he said nejire was cute because she was kinda stupid (😭) ? yeah, he loves when you have little dumb moments because he likes to make fun of you and tell you how adorable you are

“awww, you’re so adorable baby!”

“IT’S NOT FUNNY!”

✧ besides, it does make him feel better for him to not always feel like the “dumb” one in the relationship, it makes yall more balanced out even if you are smarter than him

✧ he also really likes flustering you. he’ll grab your belt loop, let his hands go a bit too low when you hug him, randomly pull you onto his lap, give you kisses all over your face, and purposefully stare into your eyes while you talk

✧ though, he does equally enjoy being babied. he loves when you play with his hair, laying his head in your lap, and being little spoon when y’all cuddle

✧ which is often the case unless you’re laying your head on his chest, his only other favorite cuddling position other than you being big spoon

✧ he loves playing guitar for you and if you can sing, he’ll play a song to have you sing the lyrics along with him

✧ denki is just a music lover in general, it’s often what’s in the background if y’all are making out or just chilling together

✧ if you like dying your hair, he will practically beg to help you do it because he thinks it’s a great bonding experience

✧ he’ll even dye a strip of his hair to match yours

✧ based on the ova where the big three were playing as villains and class 1-a were the heroes, i like to think denki was one of the first out of his friends to learn how to drive

✧ so he definitely was eager to make you his passenger princess. he loves taking you out to eat, driving you home, picking you up from places, and taking you shopping

✧ even if he barely has the money, he’ll spoil the hell out of you and (sometimes you gotta remind him to be responsible with his money 😭)

✧ his lock screen is definitely a picture of you in his passenger seat or you holding his hand while he’s driving

✧ he loves showing you off and he puts all your instagram posts on his story within seconds, and he will spam your comments

✧ he’ll also convince you to do tiktoks with him

✧ his favorite dates are at arcades, he just loves having fun with you and watching you get competitive with all the games

✧ he also loves when there’s a photobooth and will practically drag you to take cute pictures with him, which he’ll later put in his room on full display

✧ in general he takes tons of pictures of you and you take up a lot of his storage, his phone is really on its last leg.

✧ this also means he as the worst bangers of you imaginable. his birthday story posts are lethal.

✧ overall dating him is like having a built in best friend, except yall kiss a lot

✧ 10/10 boyfie

@ rumisgf

[tiny-pretty-sana]

gf nayeon | headcanons

warning: nsfw content (+18), minors dni, men dni

sfw

nayeon is the type of person who attracts all eyes without having to do anything. there is something about her from her appearance to her personality and the aura she exudes that cannot be explained but draws anyone's attention.

her cheerful and fun personality matches perfectly with her bright bunny smile and her contagiously loud laugh.

she laughs at anything and you love that because you can hear her laughter all the time. there is something endearing even when she laughs at jokes that are only funny to her.

her love language is gift giving. not only will she shower you with gifts but they are also meaningful, from things she knows you need like clothes for the winter to a key chain with your favorite animal or a handwritten letter dipped in her perfume.

she also likes to spoil you with expensive gifts such as luxury brand clothing, jewelry or dinners at exclusive restaurants.

nayeon can be really clingy from time to time and will do anything for a kiss but her affection is mostly subtle. still she doesn’t mind some pda.

the subtlety she has in the way she touches you is not there when she looks at you. her loving gaze can tell you more than her touch. 

sometimes it can be overwhelming to see that someone can love you so much and show it to you by doing something as ordinary as looking at you when you talk.

nayeon loves attention. she's always asking you if she's pretty and how she looks, no matter how many times you've told her and how many times she's asked you.

she just loves to be showered with compliments and you indulge that at every chance you get. 

getting princess treatment is her thing but she will return the same energy to you. 

you can’t help it. she has a natural charm that is dangerous, the kind of charm that makes you give her anything she asks for.

her need for attention comes with jealousy and possessiveness. she’s not subtle about it at all and will demand your attention by grabbing you, touching you, sitting on your lap or speaking to you while obviously ignoring the other person.

but for someone who loves attention so much she can be very shy when she is out of her comfort zone and when she meets new people.

it's adorable to watch her getting shy, blushing and covering her face when she receives even a small, friendly compliment.

she also has a low social battery. after a while at any social gathering you may notice her getting tired even though she tries to deny it so you can continue to enjoy the atmosphere and the company. 

if it is too tiring for her she will lean on your shoulder and whisper in your ear if you can go home and pick up some snacks or food to take on the way. 

she is always acting cute and some people would say childish which might give the wrong impression because she’s actually pretty smart in so many areas.

nayeon is really into cinema so you both have many dates at the movies. she has made you watch a few independent foreign movies in their original language that you didn’t understand. 

you couldn’t care less because you love listening to her explaining them.

when you both started to get closer she used to recommend you many lesbian movies to see if you would get the hint.

she looks so put together that it still surprises you when she does the most unhinged things. 

when you first followed her on instagram you thought for a long time she was in a relationship because she would post girlfriend pictures and occasionally other person’s silhouette or hands would appear.

turns out she just wanted a reaction from you and those pictures were taken by her best friend momo and some even by herself.

she does a very cute thing of giving you a taste of whatever she is eating or drinking as soon as she has something in her hands.

she takes important dates seriously. she shows up at your work surprising you with flowers or other gifts, waits for you at home with your favorite food on the table and on special occasions welcomes you in her best lingerie.

nsfw

if you had to define nayeon in bed the most accurate term would be pillow princess, but don't let that fool you because she is the one in control.  

sex with her is a cathartic experience that makes you forget about the world. you've never felt so safe, comfortable and cared for as you do with her. you can give her control and forget about everything else. 

she is made to receive, in the same way she receives attention, looks and compliments without asking for them. she has you wrapped around her finger so a simple gesture is enough to let you know that she wants you on your knees ready to please her.

some people would think she is selfish, but she is probably the most generous person you know both in and out of bed. she gives you so much more than her body, providing you with sensory and emotional experiences that fulfill you. 

part of nayeon’s charm is her crazy and fun side. when it comes to sex she takes it to another level, that's how you have built up a bdsm dynamic together. 

to get to this point she has been learning about your needs, your desires and working on building a bond based on trust, communication and respect.

her favorite thing to do is sit on your face and ride you while you are wearing the strap-on.

she rarely tops. she prefers to scissor, do some tribbing or even a 69, so those big hands with slender finger are just for show... and maybe to choke you. they also look incredibly good wrapped around the strap.

you trust her too because she is experienced and she knows what she is doing. she knows well what she likes and she also learns about what you like.

nayeonwill melt when you call her “bunny” or “pretty” as much as she does when you address her properly during scenes calling her “mommy” or “unnie”.

she is a soft dom, gentle and caring. she just wants you to behave and be good for her, so she won't be too mean or inflict any kind of pain on you unless you ask for it. 

her way of having control and power is more psychological than physical, so to do this she shifts between praise and degradation. 

she will switch from “you're making me feel so well with that pretty mouth of yours” to “how can you be so eager? i haven't touched you yet. it's a bit pathetic don't you think?” in seconds. she knows what you want and what's good for you.

some of her kinks besides praising and degradation are breath play, slight mommy kink, possessiveness and free use.

one of her favorite things is seeing your neck with her lipstick marks on it, your disheveled hair and your back full of her scratches. 

recently she has discovered that she also loves to see you on a collar and leash, she swears she could cum just by pulling on the leash to remind you that your place is between her legs to fucking her. 

maybe she should add petplay to the list. 

while she is subtle when it comes to displays of affection, when she is in the mood you know that her apparently casual touches are not innocent at all. 

nayeon knows very well what she is doing when she runs her hand up and down your stomach or arms in public with the excuse of fixing your clothes.

to no one's surprise she is a total brat, regardless of the fact that she is the one in control. she loves to play with you and tease you for as long as you can stand before begging her to eat her out or be inside her. 

she doesn't like to punish you, but if necessary she will. together you will discuss the situation and find the most appropriate one. orgasm control is her favorite. 

all the time she makes sure that whatever you are doing you are enjoying it as much as she is. that is why she takes your limits very seriously and expects you to do so too by constantly reminding you that you can use your safety word and by using the traffic light color code. 

there are days when she is needy and all she asks is to sit on your lap for you to kiss, lick and nibble her breasts. she loves feeling your mouth on her.

sometimes she makes you wear the strap on to cockwarm you while you have your mouth busy. 

she doesn't hold back and is as loud as you make her be. 

she lets you talk as much as you want because she loves to hear how you enjoy pleasing her and especially when you call her “pretty” while you are between her legs.

she has a high sex drive, so although you tend to plan certain sessions you usually do it several times a week without titles or games, though she will probably boss you around. 

when it comes to aftercare, she gives. she doesn't just put some ointment if you get bruises or makes sure to take care of your neck if you have worn the collar. she makes sure you know you have made her feel good and if she said something mean she makes sure to reassure you amnd let you know that she loves you as much as she needs you.

[insomniac4000]

Neighbourly Love- ChrisMD

Chris rolled his eyes as ArthurTV made yet another single joke out of Chris’s expense during one of his video shoots. Part of it was because he had heard these joke hundreds if not thousands of times before but partly it was because deep down he knew it wasn’t true. It was an old cliché, you can’t see what is in front of you and this was true for Chris. After over a year of searching he found what he had been looking for only one door away. His neighbour Y/N had moved into the flat a mere two weeks after Chris had moved in with George and Arthur, he saw the woman visibly struggling with her boxes and with recent memories etched in his brain of his moving day, aching arms and paper cuts. He leant her a hand, with George ad Arthur making jokes amongst themselves about how Chris would do anything for a date. Friendship happened between the quartet very quickly. Y/N was 26, she was an agent for voice over artists, it was career that she fell into by starting as a receptionist for an casting agency and she worked her way up from there. She got to tell people their dreams came true and she had a great team of people she worked with and laughed all day. Plus she got invited to the odd party and got to find out details of video games and shows before anyone else.

Chris loved his flat—a lively, chaotic space, it had a great balcony and he had his own space. The three of them made an unconventional but close-knit family of sorts, with the occasional addition of Y/N, their friendly neighbour. Y/N’s presence in the flat was so routine it felt like she lived there, always lending a helping hand with video ideas, joining them for impromptu dinners, or simply hanging out. Apart from Chris the boys weren’t great at cooking but it was something Y/N loved to do so she often would drop round a homemade lasagne or she would cook in their kitchen drinking a glass or three of wine while the boys mucked around. The friendship was easy, Y/N shared the same stupid sense of humour and some of the same interests as the boys. She was a great addition to pub quizzes knowing a ton of useless information.

Unbeknownst to George and Arthur or to anyone really, Y/N wasn’t just their neighbour anymore. For the past two months, Chris and Y/N had been secretly dating. It happened after a drunken kiss, Chris went to Y/N’s flat the following day with a bunch of flowers and a quivering voice ready to grovel and apologise but it wasn’t needed. They both agreed to keep it quiet for now, wanting to test the waters without the added pressure of public scrutiny. But the secrecy was starting to weigh on Chris.

He leaned against the counter in the kitchen, watching Y/N laugh at something Arthur said. Her eyes crinkled in that way he adored, and her laughter rang out like music. Chris’s fingers tightened around the mug of tea in his hand. “Everything okay, mate?” George’s voice broke through his thoughts. He raised an eyebrow, well half an eyebrow at Chris, who quickly snapped out of his trance.

“Yeah, fine,” Chris replied, a little too quickly. George’s suspicion lingered for a moment before he shrugged and turned back to Arthur and Y/N. Chris exhaled slowly. Keeping this secret wasn’t easy. He wanted to tell them. He wanted to tell the world. But he respected Y/N’s cautious approach. He caught her eye as she finished her story, Chris sent her a wink and she smiled desperately trying to hide the creeping blush on her face.  

Later that night, the group prepared for a night out. It wasn’t unusual for the four of them to go to pubs or clubs together; it made for entertaining Instagram Stories and, occasionally, video content. Y/N emerged from her flat to join them, and Chris’s breath caught. She looked stunning—a sleek red dress that hugged her figure perfectly, paired with a confident smile that made his chest tighten.

“Someone’s out to impress,” Chris commented, looking at her up and down, wondering if she was wearing his favourite red lacy underwear set underneath.

“You’re going to make all of us look underdressed,” Arthur teased, nudging her shoulder as they walked toward lift. Y/N laughed, but Chris caught her glancing at him, her eyes sparkling mischievously. His heart raced. She knew exactly what she was doing to him. The lift dinged and they all filed in, Chris swallowed as he felt Y/N’s hips brush against his, he composed himself and bumped her hip with his slightly.

“Some personal space please, this is a new shirt I don’t want it wrinkled,” the small man pretended to be disgusted.

“Yeah like anyone else will be wrinkling it tonight,” she snapped back with a twinkle in her eye.

“Pack it in you two,” George replied with a smile. Both him and Arthur had noticed a few little moments over the past couple of weeks, but they still had no idea what was really going on.

The club was packed, the music loud enough to vibrate through their bodies. Drinks flowed freely, and the group found themselves in a corner, laughing and chatting. Y/N was in her element, she loved to dance and she seemed to move so effortlessly, her charisma drawing people to her like moths to a flame. The first guy to try his luck was tall, broad and blonde. Y/N gave a polite smile but shook her head and he took it well. Chris watched as several guys tried their luck, each one bolder than the last. The last guy had tried twice and Chris could see him making his way over again. He clenched his jaw, his grip tightening around his glass.

“You good?” George asked, leaning in to be heard over the music.

“Yeah, just not a fan of this musical,” Chris lied, forcing a smile. George gave him a skeptical look but didn’t push. Chris’s eyes flicked back to Y/N, who was politely declining the drink the guy had bought for her. She caught his eye and gave him a reassuring smile, but it did little to ease the frustration bubbling inside him, they knew the signal, if she needed rescuing she would tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear.

Chris hated feeling this way—jealous, powerless, unable to do anything without risking their secret. He wanted to walk over, slide an arm around her waist, and make it clear to everyone that she was his. But instead, he stayed rooted to his spot, silently stewing.

Hours later, they piled back into the an Uber, the night’s energy slowly fading into a comfortable buzz. Y/N sat next to Chris in the back seat, her hand brushing against his. She glanced at him, her expression softening. “You okay?” she murmured, her voice low enough that only he could hear.

“Yeah,” he replied, though his tone betrayed him. Y/N further knew something was up when he said goodnight to her and walked into his flat instead of walking her to her door and stealing a quick kiss. She sent him a message saying tell me when they go to bed, I’m coming over and won’t take no for an answer”

Knowing her had no choice when George and Arthur headed to their respective rooms he tect her a simple “now” and after two minutes Chris and Y/N were standing in the living room. She turned to him, arms crossed. “Okay, spill. What’s wrong?”

Chris sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s just... tonight. Seeing those guys hitting on you and not being able to do anything about it. It’s driving me mad, Y/N.”

Her expression softened, and she stepped closer, placing a hand on his arm. “Chris, you know none of them matter. It’s you I’m with.”

“I know,” he said, his voice quiet. “But it’s not just that. I hate that I can’t tell people about us. I want to. I want to share this with the world. With George and Arthur. With everyone.”

Y/N hesitated, her brow furrowing. “I get that. And I’m not saying we keep this a secret forever. I just... I like what we have right now. It feels safe, you know?”

Chris nodded, though he couldn’t hide the lingering frustration. She reached up, cupping his face and forcing him to look at her. “Hey. This isn’t forever. Just a little longer, okay? For me?”

He exhaled deeply, his hands resting on her waist. “Okay. For you.”

She smiled, leaning in to kiss him, and for a moment, the weight on his chest lifted. It was worth it. She was worth it.

The next morning, Chris woke to the smell of coffee and the sound of laughter coming from the kitchen. He stumbled out of his room to find Y/N and Arthur engaged in an intense debate about the best type of cereal. George sat at the table, clearly amused.

“Morning, sleeping beauty,” Y/N teased, her eyes twinkling as she handed him a mug of coffee. Chris smiled, the memory of their conversation last night still fresh in his mind. He could handle this. For now, he could handle this.

But as he watched her banter with his friends, her laughter filling the room, he couldn’t help but count down the days until he could finally share her with the world.

[tojisth3rdwife]

JJK men as content creators

Toji: very unserious fitness vlogger/foodie

Toji was no stranger to exploitation for financial gain. Nor did he have any shame over it. The idea to start making content stemmed from people approaching him in the gym for advice after seeing his impressive physique.

He wasn't much of a talker, although his dry sense of humor became his trademark along with his abs, so the majority of Toji’s content consisted of workout and nutrition advice. None of it he recommended anyone do since he wasn't a professional, stating that if it didn't work for you, don't go blaming him for it. One of his most popular segments was when he went to different restaurants in the area for food reviews on his cheat days. When owners noticed how a position review from him brought in a lot of business, they stopped charging him meals if he ever returned. And we all know how much Toji loved that.

"Alright, listen up. You want results? It’s not about fancy machines or trendy diets. It’s about putting in the work and pushing your limits. No shortcuts. Just grit and grind. Today, we’re hitting those weights hard and showing those excuses the door. Let’s get it."

Nanami : cooking/ASMR

Upon first impressions, one would think Kento wasn't the type of person who uses social media. He had Facebook like most millennials and has an Instagram but barely uses it. He wasn't the type to share his life with the world in that way and found the concept too invasive and troublesome for him to be bothered with. “What the point of telling strangers what I'm doing? I have no interest in what anyone else does.” he’d say.

But one day after allowing one of the teachers at Jujutsu High to try one of his homemade baked creations, it was suggested that he had his cooking show. Noting that he has the wholesome ‘husband/boyfriend’ aesthetic going for him, as well as a voice that sounded like a hug from behind after a long day at work. Kento started his channel slowly walking viewers through his favorite recipes , as well as some new ones he’d been meaning to try, while speaking gently into a highly sensitive mic that added an ASMR element to every video.

He doesn't show his face, feeling the anonymity made him most comfortable to be himself, but the way his audience swooned over the fixed view of him in his button-up and apron with the sleeves rolled up his veiny forearms, or his deft hands/fingers as he used a knife or kneaded dough.

Kento earned himself a whopping 400k subscribers in less than a year.

"Welcome back, everyone. Today, we're going to create something simple yet satisfying. Just listen to the gentle sound of the flour as it sifts through my fingers... The perfect blend of precision and comfort. Let’s start our journey into baking together, one soft whisper at a time."

Geto - podcast bro , the toxic kind

We all know with the global pandemic came the need for creative streams of income. Especially via social media. With somewhat of a platform of his own, being a cult leader and all, Suguru was approached by his daughters with the idea to reach more people by starting a podcast. Skeptical at first, Geto wasn't very enthusiastic about the idea of getting in front of a camera just to talk for an hour.

But with his dashing good looks, easygoing personality, and controversial views, it was no surprise that he amassed such a fanbase overnight. His show consisted of him tackling hard subjects, discussing world news, and hot topics, reading fan mail, and offering his candor, as well as having the occasional guest that may or may not know what they got themselves into.

"Welcome back to the show, everyone. Today, we’re diving deep into the topics no one wants to touch..the uncomfortable truths and the gray areas that challenge our perceptions. Let’s be real: society loves to paint everything in black and white, but the reality is far more complex. So, buckle up as we unpack some hard-hitting ideas that might just make you rethink everything. And remember, if you can’t handle the heat, youre probably a monkey."

Gojo- vlogger, travel, fashion, aesthetic, hauls.

Being someone who comes from money, old money at that, Satoru has access to more cash than he knows what to do with. So it's no surprise that outside of work( and sometimes for work), he spends his days traveling and shopping.

Vlogging came easily for him since he enjoyed talking about himself so much anyway, and with an audience so invested in his daily life, Satoru recorded everything. Him waking up. His skin/hair routine. What he ate in a day. Going on missions. Comedic skits with some of the first years who would participate. Travel vlogs and clothing hauls. There was a little bit of something for everyone on his page.

“Whats good my faves, its ya boy Satoru..back at again with another clothing haul. Im fresh off the plane from when I was Paris for fashion week, link to that vlog in the top right hand corner, and man am I jet lagged. But I wanted to show you all what I brought back while I have the time..”

Megumi- gamer/streamer on twitch.

After a talk with Gojo about him needing to find things to do outside of trying to advance as a sorcerer, Megumi picked up video games as a hobby. He was gifted a gaming PC and a PS5 by his mentor and began playing to blow off some steam after training. When he was injured after a mission, Megumi had not much else to do. Yuji was the one who suggested he stream on Twitch after watching him beat an entire game that took most people days in one night, praising him on his skills and suggesting letting others watch him play too.

After a while, his obsessive need to be good at everything he tries turned into him becoming one of the top-watched gamers. His dry personality and snide comments made for entertaining dialogue during game play and he often would give his critique on the game once he’d beaten them. He’d even get chances to be a beta player for unreleased game demos.

“The graphics were ok. Combat mode is a little glitchy but overall it’s a decent game. If this is just the demo, I’m interested in what they’ll do for the full game release. Otherwise I gave it a 7 out of 10.”

Sukuna- reactions

This started as a joke when his nephew wanted him to react to some viral trend and while the king of curses was rarely impressed, his archaic way of expressing himself was what made people most interested in his opinions.

Sukuna began a series of reactions where he sat upon his throne, gazing at the camera with all four eyes blazing with contempt and boredom as he watched viewer recommendations. Those ‘try not to laugh’ challenges were his most viewed.

If something managed to make him smirk or even chuckle, he gave it 4 thumbs up and would congratulate the OP for their talents in entertainment. Majority of his audience was comprised of women between the ages of 25 and 40. He acts like he has no clue why.

"This is, without a doubt, the most extravagant display of foolishness I've ever witnessed in my life. Yet, I recognize that many humans find cats charming and entertaining, so I suppose this video could be seen that way. Regardless, it's utterly pathetic. On to the next video..."

[alittlegiraffe]

Title: Secret Misery

The blinding flashes hit before you even step inside the airport. You tighten your grip on Marshall’s hand, your heart hammering in your chest. Your other hand clenches the strap of your bag, nails digging into the leather. You hate this. Hate the cameras, the yelling, the invasion. You didn’t sign up for this life, even if you signed up for him.

“Marshall! Over here, man!”

“Yo, Em! You look pissed! Trouble in paradise?”

Your head jerks up at the words, eyes wide. A camera clicks right in front of you, and the bright light makes you flinch, your body tensing on reflex. Marshall sees it—feels it—and his entire body goes rigid beside you. His grip on your hand tightens like a vice.

“Back the fuck up,” he growls, voice sharp as a blade.

The cameras don’t stop. If anything, they get closer. You shrink into yourself, but Marshall tugs you forward, his whole body coiled with frustration. He doesn’t want you here. Doesn’t want you anywhere near this shit. His jaw ticks, lips pressed into a thin line as he pulls you through the terminal, keeping your small frame tucked into his side.

By the time you reach the car, your nerves are shot. Your ears are still ringing, your stomach twisting. Marshall slams the door shut behind you both, letting out a heavy breath before running a hand down his face. His blue eyes flick to you, taking in the way you’re curled into yourself, your arms wrapped tight around your middle.

“I hate this,” you murmur.

“I know, baby,” he says, voice softer now. “I fuckin’ hate it, too.”

He reaches for your hand again, lacing his fingers through yours. His grip is warm, steady—his own way of saying, I got you.

And as much as you hate this, as much as you hate feeling like prey in the middle of a hunt, you have him. You have this. And that means something.

—

The next morning, it’s everywhere.

Your face, plastered across every gossip site imaginable. The worst possible picture of you, eyes wide in discomfort, lips pressed in irritation. And beside you, Marshall looking like he’s two seconds from wrecking the next person who breathes too close to you.

“Eminem headed for $350 million divorce? Inside his wife’s secret misery.”

You groan, shoving your phone into the couch cushions. Marshall snorts from the kitchen, pouring coffee into a mug.

“You wanna tell me about your ‘secret misery’ or should I find out on TMZ like everybody else?” he teases, walking over and plopping down beside you.

“Oh, shut up.”

His arm drapes over your shoulders, pulling you in until you’re tucked against his side. He presses a kiss to your temple, lips lingering.

“People are fuckin’ stupid,” he mutters.

“Yeah. They are.”

You tilt your head, looking up at him. His fingers trail along your arm, absentmindedly tracing the outline of a tattoo he got years ago.

“They don’t get it,” you say. “They don’t get us.”

“Don’t need ‘em to.”

You nod, exhaling softly as he pulls you in closer.

Let them talk. Let them speculate.

You know the truth.

And that’s enough.

----

You’re used to this kind of thing dying down.

The Internet moves fast—one scandal replaces another, and your name is usually forgotten within days. After all, you’re barely famous. The most the public ever sees of you is the occasional blurry shot of you with Marshall, or maybe a rare picture on your Instagram—usually just a landscape, a book, or the cat curled up in Marshall’s lap. You never post about him, never feed into the media circus that follows him everywhere he goes.

But this time… it doesn’t go away.

For two weeks in L.A., it’s all anyone seems to care about. Every time you step outside, there’s someone watching, someone shouting at you, trying to get a reaction.

"Are you and Em still together?"

"You look miserable! Blink twice if you need help!"

"Is it true he's been cheating?"

You ignore it, keep your head down, try not to let it get under your skin. It’s not easy.

You’re used to people trying to make you feel small. You are small—barely five feet, petite enough that people assume they can push you around. Your voice is soft, your style even softer—dresses, pastels, lace, everything delicate. You know how people see you. The girl who won’t stand up for herself. The wife who can’t handle the pressure.

And maybe they’re not entirely wrong.

Marshall usually keeps you in Detroit when he has work in L.A. There, you’re safe. No paparazzi lurking outside your favorite café, no headlines twisting your expression into something it’s not. But this trip is longer, and he wanted you close.

Now, you’re starting to wish you’d stayed home.

—

It happens at a café in West Hollywood.

Marshall had an early studio session, and you’d woken up craving something sweet, so you slipped out to grab a coffee and a pastry. You hadn’t expected anyone to be waiting. You were wrong.

The moment you step outside, cameras flash. Voices call out your name, barking questions, pushing closer. Your heart picks up, hands tightening around your coffee cup as you duck your head and move faster.

Then—

A hand grabs your arm.

Not hard, not violent. But enough.

You freeze, breath catching in your throat. Your whole body tenses, panic sparking in your chest.

“Hey, hey, relax,” the guy says. He’s got a camera around his neck, a smarmy grin on his face. “Just wanted to ask a few questions—”

You rip your arm away before he can finish, stumbling back. Your coffee sloshes over your fingers, burning hot, but you barely feel it over the adrenaline surging through your veins.

You don’t say anything. You can’t. Your throat is too tight, your breath too shaky. You just turn and run.

By the time you make it back to the hotel, your hands are still trembling. Your heart hasn’t settled, your skin feels tight, and the place where that man grabbed your arm burns like a brand.

But you can’t let Marshall see.

You know how he’ll react.

He’s already pissed about the headlines, about the way they won’t leave you alone. If he finds out someone actually put their hands on you—even if it wasn’t violent—he’ll lose it. He’ll go off on whoever will listen. Maybe worse.

So you breathe deep, shake out your hands, and tell yourself to get it together.

By the time Marshall gets back, you’ve washed off the coffee that spilled on your fingers, changed into one of his hoodies, and curled up on the hotel couch with a book. You force yourself to look normal. Calm.

But the second he walks in, he knows something’s wrong.

He always knows.

“Hey, baby,” he greets, dropping his keys on the table before coming over. He bends down, presses a kiss to your head. “You eat yet?”

You shake your head, trying to focus on the words on the page. “Not hungry.”

He stills.

You don’t have to look at him to feel the way he’s watching you. The way his body tenses, his eyes narrowing like he’s analyzing every inch of you.

Then, he crouches in front of you, resting his hands on your knees. “What happened?”

You force a small smile, shaking your head. “Nothing. I’m fine.”

His jaw clenches. “Bullshit.”

You swallow, gripping your book tighter. “I just—” You hesitate, choosing your words carefully. “I went to get coffee. The paparazzi were outside. It was… a lot.”

His frown deepens, fingers flexing against your legs. “Did they say something to you?”

“No,” you lie, eyes darting back to your book. “It’s nothing, really. I just wasn’t expecting them.”

He exhales sharply, running a hand down his face. “Jesus. You should’ve called me. I’d’ve sent Paul or—”

“I handled it,” you cut in quickly. You don’t want this to turn into a thing. “I got my coffee. I got back. It’s fine.”

But it’s not fine.

You can tell by the way his fingers tighten on you, the way his whole body thrums with barely contained frustration. He hates this. Hates that he wasn’t there, that you had to deal with it alone.

And if he ever finds out the truth—

You don’t even want to think about it.

---

Marshall eats, but you can tell he’s still stewing. He doesn’t talk much, just watches you between bites, eyes sharp, like he’s waiting for you to slip up. You force yourself to act normal. Keep your voice even. Pretend like the feeling of that man’s hand on your arm isn’t still lingering on your skin.

After lunch, you settle onto the couch while he flips through channels, searching for something mindless to watch. You exhale softly, finally starting to relax. Maybe you really did get away with it.

Then—

He freezes.

The room is filled with the sound of chaotic voices, overlapping shouts, the unmistakable click click click of cameras. You don’t even have to look up to know.

TMZ.

Your stomach drops.

No, no, no—

“What the fuck is this?”

Marshall’s voice is quiet. Too quiet. That dangerous, simmering calm right before he explodes.

You don’t answer. You don’t breathe. Your eyes snap to the screen just in time to see the worst moment playing out in grainy, overexposed video.

You, leaving the café, head down, trying to get to the car.

The cameras flashing, voices yelling, the headlines screaming at the bottom of the screen.

Then—there it is. The guy reaching out, his hand grabbing your arm. Your whole body freezing. The way your shoulders jerk up, the way you flinch. The way you run.

Marshall doesn’t move. Doesn’t blink.

You can feel the shift in the air, the slow-building rage curling off him in waves. His grip tightens around the remote until his knuckles go white. His jaw flexes. His breathing deepens, steady, controlled, but you can hear the strain in it.

The next second, the remote goes flying, slamming into the wall with a crack.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

You jump, pulse spiking, hands clutching the hem of your sweater.

“Marshall—”

“You lied to me.” His voice is sharp, raw. When he turns to you, his blue eyes are blazing. “You lied to me about what happened.”

“I—I didn’t want you to freak out.”

“Freak out?” He lets out a sharp, bitter laugh, dragging a hand down his face. “You were scared. He fucking grabbed you—”

“It wasn’t—”

“Don’t.” He cuts you off before you can downplay it. “Don’t fucking do that. Don’t act like this is nothing.”

You bite your lip, looking away. Your hands tighten in your lap. “I just… I didn’t want to make it worse.”

His expression shifts—still angry, but now there’s something else underneath. Something pained. His hands drop to his sides, clenching into fists.

“You think I wouldn’t want to know?” he asks, voice quieter now, but no less intense. “That I wouldn’t wanna fucking do something?”

You don’t know what to say.

Because you do know. You know him. You know the way he gets when it comes to you—how protective he is, how deep his need to keep you safe runs.

You know exactly what he’s going to do next.

Before you can say anything—before you can even think of how to calm him down—Marshall is already moving.

He snatches his phone off the table, jaw clenched so tight you can practically hear his teeth grinding. You open your mouth to stop him, to tell him to breathe, to think—

Too late.

“Paul,” he snaps the second the call connects. He’s already pacing, running a hand over his face. “Tell me you’ve seen this TMZ shit.”

You hear Paul’s muffled voice on the other end, though you can’t make out the words. Whatever he says only makes Marshall angrier.

“The fuck you mean you just saw it?” Marshall barks. “This shit’s been out for hours.”

You sink back into the couch, pressing your fingers to your temples. This is exactly what you didn’t want.

“I wanna know who he is,” Marshall growls. “I wanna know where he is. I want that motherfucker’s name, Paul.”

Your heart clenches. “Marshall—”

He ignores you, his whole body wound so tight he looks seconds from punching a hole in the wall.

“No, I don’t give a fuck if it wasn’t ‘technically’ illegal,” he spits, mocking Paul’s tone. “He put his hands on her. You think I’m just gonna let that shit slide?”

You squeeze your eyes shut.

This is bad.

Paul’s trying to talk him down—you can hear it in the low, steady way his voice hums through the speaker—but Marshall isn’t hearing it.

“I don’t give a shit about optics, Paul!” He stops pacing, running a hand through his hair before gripping the back of his neck, like he’s trying to physically keep himself from exploding. “You think I care what the fuckin’ media’s gonna say? I don’t give a fuck about headlines—”

You push up from the couch, crossing the room before he can spiral even further.

“Marshall,” you say softly, touching his arm.

He flinches—not from you, but from the sheer force of the anger coursing through him. His free hand flexes at his side, knuckles white.

You slide your fingers down his arm, linking them through his. Squeezing.

His breathing is heavy. His pulse is racing. But he doesn’t pull away.

“Marshall,” you say again, firmer this time. “Look at me.”

His head snaps toward you, blue eyes burning with too many emotions at once—rage, frustration, protectiveness, something raw and wounded beneath it all.

“I’m okay.” You squeeze his hand again, holding his gaze. “I’m okay.”

He stares at you, chest rising and falling in sharp, uneven breaths.

Then, finally—

He exhales, jaw still tight, but his grip on your hand softens.

“Paul,” he mutters into the phone, not looking away from you. His voice is lower now, but still simmering. “I’ll call you back.”

You barely hear Paul’s response before Marshall ends the call, dropping the phone onto the table with a dull thud.

For a long moment, neither of you say anything.

Then, Marshall drags his hands down his face and mutters, “I fuckin’ hate this place.”

Marshall doesn’t say anything else. He just takes your hand, pulling you toward the bedroom. His grip is firm, but not rough—like he needs to feel you close, like he needs to hold onto you before he loses what little patience he has left.

The second the door shuts behind you, he’s wrapping you up in his arms.

It’s not desperate. Not frantic. Just tight.

Like he thinks if he holds you close enough, he can shield you from everything—the cameras, the headlines, the strangers who think they can put their hands on you.

You melt into him, pressing your face against his chest. His heartbeat is fast, strong, steady. You breathe him in—the clean scent of his hoodie, the warmth of his skin beneath the fabric. His arms are solid around you, one hand smoothing up and down your back like he’s trying to soothe himself as much as you.

“I hate this shit,” he mutters against your hair. “Hate that I can’t keep ‘em away from you.”

“You do keep me safe,” you whisper, pressing your fingers against his back. “I’m here. I’m okay.”

His arms tighten. “I shoulda been there.”

You don’t argue. He wouldn’t believe you anyway. Instead, you shift, pressing a kiss to his jaw. He exhales sharply, dipping his head to nuzzle into your neck, his lips brushing soft, absentminded kisses against your skin.

You close your eyes, warmth curling low in your stomach.

And then—an idea sparks.

You know how this works. You’ve spent years navigating life as Marshall’s wife, learning when to stay quiet, when to ignore the noise.

They want a photo?

You can give them a photo.

You reach for your phone on the nightstand, unlocking it with one hand while keeping your other curled into the back of his hoodie. Marshall doesn’t even notice—he’s too lost in you, his breath warm against your throat, his lips grazing your collarbone.

You angle the camera just right—his face hidden in your neck, your hand tangled in his hoodie, the intimacy of it so raw and unguarded.

Then, you snap the picture.

For a moment, you just look at it. The way his arms are locked around you. The way you fit so perfectly against him.

You smirk.

Then, you post it.

“Secret Misery.”

You don’t have to wait long.

Within minutes, your phone starts vibrating with notifications. The gossip blogs are already on fire.

But this time?

This time, you’re laughing.

Marshall’s phone buzzes first.

You feel it vibrate in his pocket, but you don’t think much of it—people are always blowing up his phone. Usually, he ignores it when he’s wrapped up in you like this, but this time, for whatever reason, he grumbles and shifts, pulling away just enough to grab it.

You bite your lip to keep from smiling as he untangles himself from you, leaning back against the pillows as he squints at the screen.

Then—he goes still.

His brows furrow. His thumb scrolls. He blinks. Then scrolls again.

“What the fuck?”

His voice is low, confused, and you can’t hold back the grin that tugs at your lips.

He looks at you then, suspicion narrowing his eyes. “What’d you do?”

You hum innocently, reaching for your phone. “Oh, nothing.”

He squints harder and turns back to his screen, reading the comments aloud.

“‘Damn, y’all look miserable as fuck.’” His eyes flick up. “That supposed to be sarcasm?”

You nod, biting back a giggle.

He keeps reading.

“‘If this is misery, sign me up.’” He snorts, scrolling further. “‘They really posted this right after those divorce rumors? Iconic.’”

His mouth twitches like he’s trying not to smirk.

But then—

“‘This man been in love with his wife for twenty years and y’all really thought she was suffering lmaooo.’”

That’s when he finally grins.

It’s a slow, crooked thing, the kind of smirk that used to make women throw their bras at him onstage.

He shakes his head, tossing his phone onto the bed before crawling back over to you.

“You really posted that shit?”

“Yup.” You pop the ‘p,’ giggling as he pins you beneath him, hands pressing into the mattress on either side of your head.

He tilts his head, studying you like he still can’t believe you pulled one over on him.

Then—

He huffs a quiet laugh. “You’re trouble, you know that?”

You grin, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You knew what you signed up for.”

He hums, dropping a kiss to your lips, then your jaw, then lower.

“Damn right, I did.”

[viola-verse]

Fan Compilation Video: Hannie & her Bangtan Boys by yooneul

Summary: Some favourite moments between our queen and our kings that I can't stop thinking about.

Word Count: 2,360

A/N: bold italic - video creators dialogue.

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Hello Violette's, Army's & Armettes.  

Welcome back to my channel or welcome to my channel if you are new here.  

Today I have gathered some of the favourite moments between Haneul and BTS that I can’t stop thinking about.  

Please note, I am in no way shipping Viola/Haneul with any of the BTS members (Yes, I know my channel name is Yooneul). This video is to appreciate the 10+ year friendship (or what I like to call - family-ship) between our Queen and Kings.  

Now on to the video... 

The video begins with a clip from Viola’s weverse post. It was after her live on the day her solo debut album dropped. Taehyung and Hobi had crashed her live while Jungkook and Jimin stopped by during her little celebration her staff held for her after the live finished. In the clip it shows Viola and Jimin singing along to Taeyang’s 눈, 코, 입 (EYES, NOSE, LIPS), their voices harmonizing perfectly even though neither of them was being serious. You can hear Jungkook’s, who she jokes came for the food and karaoke, adlibs in the background as Hobi cheers them on. Before the song ends, you can see something, or someone has caught Viola’s attention as her eyes shift somewhere off to the side and her smile grows wider and the tone in her voice shifts. 

Someone clearly walked in near the end. I’m guessing it was her now husband. Only one person can make her smile like that. 

The clip changes to one of Viola recording a vlog for her YouTube channel. Taehyung made a guest appearance as he joined her in the dance studio. They were practicing the dance challenge steps for her second comeback title song, hoping to film within an hour. The studio resonates with laughter and occasional missteps. It's a glimpse into the special bond the two share 

“One, two, one, two, three,” Viola counts as they run through the few dance moves. “Four, five, four, five, six, and end.” With each movement they synchronize perfectly,  

"Should we go through it one more time with the music before we film it?" Taehyung suggests. She nods agreeing with him before they get back into their start position. They're both doing well until Viola messes up the last step, causing some of the people in the room to chuckle. Taehyung dramatically feigns exasperation, "Eomma!" he shouts his nickname for her pretending to be annoyed. "We were doing so well." 

With a lighthearted smile breaking across her face, Viola responds between giggles, “I’m sorry!” 

Their banter is so infectious you can't help but smile. The way he still calls her Eomma. 

“Okay! Let’s do it again!” She shouts getting back into position with Taehyung following suit. They practice it one more time before they start filming the challenge for Instagram. After they record three attempts at it, the duo picks the best, leaving her team to do what they need to do before posting it. 

And here it is for those who haven't seen it as well as some other challenges Viola and some of the boys have done together. 

The video then plays a compilation of dance challenges, the first being Viola and Taehyung's for her song Summer Love, followed by her and Hobi dancing to the same song before it changes to them doing Hobi's on the street challenge. It then goes to her and Yoongi doing his Haegeum dance challenge and then her and Jimin doing the like crazy challenge and ends with her and Jimin doing the Summer Love challenge. 

After the compilation of dance challenge videos another clip from Viola’s vlogs plays. She’s in the studio working on a song when there is a knock on the door. She looks towards the door and back at her producer, clearly not expecting anyone. When the person knocks again, she stands up and opens the door. She’s surprised to see Namjoon standing there.   

“Namjoon-ah,” she greets him and lets him inside, closing the door behind him.  

“Am I interrupting?” he asks, not wanting to intrude on whatever she’s working on.   

She shakes her head, “Just finishing up my studio time. Got twenty minutes left so we’re just listening to what we have so far. Do you want to listen? I could use a third opinion.”  

“Are you filming?” he asks now noticing the camera set up on a tripod  

“For my vlog. We can cut this part out. I should have enough footage,” she offers but he shakes his head.   

“Keep it in,” he tells her and one of her managers that’s sitting on the sofa in the back of the room.   

Viola looked a little unsure, not knowing if their company would allow it but she also didn't care. Everyone knows of their friendship, a majority of both their fandoms support it and would love to have another moment of them interacting together. She also has the final say of what gets put into her vlogs and her editor goes along with it, while making some suggestions. 

“Okay, then,” she said, a smile creeping onto her face. “Let me just set the track.” 

As she moved back to her workstation, the familiar hum of the studio enveloped them. The walls were lined with soundproofing panels and filled with an array of instruments. Namjoon settled into a chair next to her after the producer moves to the back of the room trusting Viola. She isn't confident enough to produce her own music yet but thanks to Yoongi she's comfortable enough to be able to use the equipment. 

“Alright,” Viola said, adjusting the levels on her mixer. “This is what we’ve been working. It's a B-side track.” She hit play, and the air filled with the soft beats layered over her vocals. 

Namjoon leaned forward, his expression shifting from casual curiosity to focused attention as he absorbed every sound. Viola watched him closely, eager for his reaction but also nervous about how he would perceive her work. This song was a little different for her. She wanted to experiment with it. If it flopped, she would be sad but if it was a success, she might try it again. 

As the song played through its chorus for the first time, she caught glimpses of his subtle nods and smiles; it felt like a silent conversation unfolding between them. When the track faded out, he clapped softly.  

“Wow! That’s nice,” he said genuinely. “I love how you’re blending those sounds together. It's different for you but it works out so good." 

You can see a wave of relief come over Viola. Namjoon's feedback wasn’t just any feedback. It was from someone whose opinion she deeply valued and not just because of their friendship. She beamed, her cheeks warming slightly. 

I’m so glad we got this Namola moment because it’s not often we get one. 

The next clip goes way back to Viola’s first reward show. Her and the rest of the Le Fleurs have been seated beside BTS. It was a year after the group debuted, and they were nominated for a few awards. Occasionally the camera would pan in the direction they were seated, and it would capture Viola laughing and conversing with Yoongi as well as dancing along to the performances with Taehyung, showing just how close she is with them.   

The clip also shows a little scene after the Le Fleurs had just performed and were going back to their seats. The BTS members clapped and bowed to them as they passed them until Viola reached Taehyung who pulled her in for a tight hug, clearly congratulating her. What surprised everyone is Yoongi also pulled her into a hug before she sat back down in the chair between him and Jun-ha, her Le Fleurs leader.  

I can imagine they got into some trouble for that but knowing them they didn’t care. 

More clips going back to the earlier years – 2015's ISAC competition. There aren’t many clips but there's few of them that are my favourite. 

The first clip is of when Yoongi was playing basketball Viola and Jimin were there cheering the loudest for him. The second clip is when they’re on the track and field. Viola is sitting with Jin and Jungkook talking, laughing and joking. None of her Le Fleurs members were insight. It ended up being a joke that Viola was the 8th member of BTS that day.  

I personally think she’s always been more comfortable with the BTS guys than she was with her own group, minus Jun-ha because those two are still close friends to this day. 

The next ISAC clip that plays is of her and Jin dancing to the music they play in-between getting ready for the next event. He takes her hand and spins her around, saying something that has her laughing before she takes his hand. Jin being quite a bit taller than her, awkwardly ducks under her arm as he spins around.  

The clip after that shows Viola sitting there, leaned back on her arms, watching a relay race, forgotten by her group. Sitting with her is Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook, who’s attached himself to her. The then 17-year-old who looks like he’s about to fall asleep, rests his head on her shoulder, with his eyes closed as Viola talks with the other two.  

In the final ISAC clip, is what sparked the dating rumours between Yoongi and Viola. Yoongi is sitting, leaned back on his arms, legs stretched out in front of him. Viola is laid down; her jacket used as a pillow on Yoongi’s legs as she rests her head on his lap. They’re in their own little world, seemingly having forgotten that they’re out in public. He runs his fingers through her hair as she seems to be taking a nap. It was a week later that Big Hit had to release a statement telling everyone that the two were not dating.  

Again, they probably got into a lot of trouble for this. 

Moving on from the ISAC clips and on to more recent of times.  

The next clip is of Viola on Suchwita talking about ghost and how her dorm room was haunted and Yoongi teasing her about it. Then it shows them doing her dance challenge and Taehyung surprising her with a cake. 

The it goes to another clip from her vlog showing her having lunch with Jin after he got out of the military, both having found an hour's gap between their busy schedules to do so. You can see how emotional she is, happy to have her the person who’s like a big brother to her back. After their lunch, they part ways and Viola is seen crying in the car as they drive to her rehearsal for her up and coming concert. “It’s been lonely without them. I’m probably going to cry when the others get discharged too,” she’s heard saying, letting out a chuckle at how silly she probably looks. 

And she did in fact cry again when Hobi was discharged. He’d made sure to stop in and say hi to her before he flew to L.A. She just so happened to be filming another vlog when he stopped by the dance studio she was practicing in with Hoshi. 

This was made before Namjoon, Taehyung, Jungkook, Jimin and Yoongi’s release from the military but I’m sure she’ll cry then too. 

And now onto some clips of them not together but mentioning each other... 

The first one is from one of Viola’s lives. A few of the newer fans were asking how she knows the Bangtan boys. 

“Big Hit was holding auditions and on the day that I auditioned Yoongi was auditioning so I met him then and we both passed, that’s when I met Namjoon. The others I met as they came in. I wasn’t as introverted back then so it was easier for me to make friends.” She answered.  

“Why does Taehyungie call you eomma?”  some other people asked. 

“I guess I took on a motherly roll back then. For a while it was just us Le Fleurs girls and them. We didn’t have much so we had to look out for each other. As an older sister, I guess it came naturally to me to look after the younger ones. Jin Oppa took care of me a lot too, so he became like a big brother to me. We became family.” 

In one of Yoongi’s lives, just after Viola debuted as a soloist, she was mentioned a few times.  

“Do you plan to collaborate with Viola?” 

“We’ve worked on a few songs together and I think once the next two years have passed, we’ll work together again,” This reply had sparked dating rumours once again for the couple who were already well into a relationship. But it wasn’t his words that was the trigger it was the way his eyes would light up and the way he tried to hide his smile as he talked about her. The glisten in his eyes truly made him look like a man in love. It wasn’t just Yoongi’s lives they noticed it in but Viola’s too. Every time he was mentioned, she would get the same glint in her eyes and a shy smile on her lips.  

The next is a clip from Hobi’s birthday live where he received a letter from Viola. He didn’t read it out loud, but he shared a photo of it on Weverse, thanking her for her kind words. When it came to Viola’s birthday live, he wrote a letter in return to her. Of course, she cried as she read it. It’s become a tradition for them.  

During one of Jungkook’s lives he sang three of her songs – Summer Love, Welcome Home and his favourite song of hers Always Been You.  

Moving on from the lives, the video changes to a clip from Viola’s variety show before Tea Time with Viola. One of her staff member’s asked who she would love to have on an episode. 

“Hmm,” She thinks about it for a moment before replying, “Uhh, maybe Choi Soobin. We game together a lot so he could be fun. Jung Wooyoung and Kang Yeosang because it’ll be nice to catch up with them again. Definitely Park Jimin. We can both be competitive, so I think that’ll make things fun. I don’t think I’ve been on something like this with him so if he wants to that’ll be fun.” 

“We can try get Jimin,” her staff tells her. “Saying a message to Jimin could help.” 

“Jiminie!” Viola says into the camera. “Please come on to my show. Only if you want to. But you don’t have to.” she ends her hands clapping together like she’s about to say a prayer. “But please consider it.” 

Unfortunately, Jimin enlisted before he could get the chance to go on her show. Hopefully he gets to be a guest on Tea Time! 

The next scene is from the Run BTS episode where they are playing slippery soccer. Jungkook is heard talking about how La-la, (his, Jimin and Taehyung’s nickname for Viola) would love to play and they could have brought her on to even out the teams. Hobi and Namjoon are also heard agreeing with him while Yoongi couldn’t hide his concerned face at the thought of Viola playing slippery soccer against them.  

And that’s it for this video. If I added anymore of my favourite clips of Viola with BTS we would be here for hours. I might make a part two if this one does well. 

Thank you all for taking the time to watch my video. Wherever you are in the world I hope you’ve had/have a good day. 

Love ya! 

@forever-atiny - @carattinymoa - @rainyday-daydreamer - @kpopficrecs143 - @lezleeferguson-120

@cixrosie - @queenofdumbfuckery

[sondheim-girly]

ok im gonna get my yap on, because Brody Grant has so much power in this fandom and I need to talk about why. Am I overthinking this? Yes. Is everything I’m about to say super obvious? Also yes. But who cares.

Ok so some might say “oh the fandom just likes him cuz he’s hot” and the thing is, yes hes hot, but so is the entire cast? And I can’t think of anyone else in the cast who can break the fandom with one single appearance. I think the key of it is the fact that hes unpredictable and always leaves us wanting more. See, back before the Tonys he was doing a lot of press, both for opening and as a nominee. And then post Tonys, you had a three month drought where we practically didn’t get any content of him. However we were still riding high from the pre Tonys interviews, so the obsession continued to stay strong. And theres an element of someone not having their entire life and personality on public display that makes them so much more exciting. And then he disappears for an entire month, then comes back blonde and posts a bunch of photos from his trip in Tokyo. He then goes on to start appearing in the occasional Soc Saturday after not appearing in one for literally months, then is in sky’s Instagram, and starts posting on Instagram more!! So hes giving us just barely enough content to keep us sustained, but also leaving us wanting to much more. Theres also a level of mystery that’s just super exciting cuz you literally never know what he’s gonna do. Is he gonna disappear for a month and go blonde? Is he gonna show up on Soc Saturday and yell about a guy named Mike? Who knows. Not to mention how… mysterious the post he just made was? Like who even knows why he posted that?? No clue, but it’s wonderful.

now of course this is how he has maintained this strange hold on the fandom, but how did he get it in the first place? Of course hes good looking, but hes also absurdly talented, and a very charming person. He’s interesting because he has this kinda edgy ‘persona’ tho idk if that’s exactly the right way to describe it, but then you watch an interview with him and hes this super duper genuine, thoughtful, interesting guy! And then u see a clip of him with the cast and hes just really silly and funny. And so he has all these sides to him which is very intriguing. And he just has this like- really sweet smile and also I think the ear cuff and fingerless glove combo is something that definitely had a major effect on the fans. Ok ive kinda lost the plot.

also theres something about him having social media and rarely using it. Because then it’s like oh we could get content but you never know when- there are a lot of cast members who are super active on social media so we get used to it, or actors who don’t have it at all, meanwhile Brody can just get on there, say something, explode the fandom, then leave. Hes also very intentional about what posts he leaves up, which we can tell from his occasional cleansing of his account. Idk what my point is here but I wanted to say something about this

anyways this is my yap. It’s unedited and completely chaotic but I hope y’all enjoyed it.

[12woso12]

Dorothy lands in North London - Part 5

Part 4

When you finally made it back to Emily's apartment block, it was a quarter to seven in the morning. It was obvious that neither you or Kyra were time conscious which you could see being quite a problem for the two of you in the future. Quietly, you slipped inside the block and began to ascend the stairs to the fourth floor, eyes aching from the lack of sleep. Your joggers clung to the bottom of your legs, soaked from hours spent rolling around on wet grass. You must have looked as though you'd been dragged backwards through a hedge.

As you unlocked Emily's apartment door you found the older woman waiting for you at the kitchen counter, stoney expression on her face.

'Decided to return have you?' she mused, aggressively taking a bite of toast. 'How's Kyra?'

You flinch nervously at her tone. 'Sorry Em, I should've messaged you'

'Yeah you should've! If i hadn't of seen that dumb instagram story, which the club aren't going to be happy about by the way, then i wouldn't have known where you were!'

'I'm not a kid, Em' You retaliated 'I was with Kyra, we had a kick about at the park'

'At 3 in the morning? God help us all deal with you and Kyra being friends' She rolled her shoulders and began to ease up slightly. 'Want any breakfast? I've got cereal under the counter'

You gratefully find a box of something called Cookie Crunch and begin to nibble at a few pieces from the box. 'Wow, the Brits sure made this tasty didn't they?'

Emily snatched the box from your hands and took a bowl from the sink. 'Don't stick your hands in there! Look how muddy you are, you're going to need to take a shower before you get picked up for the Emirates'

You ate in silence, casting an occasional glance in Emily's direction in an attempt to see if her mood had changed. When after ten minutes the line in her brow still hadn't shifted, guilt coursed through your veins and tied your stomach in knots. Your fellow American had taken you in and this was what you repaid her in - sneaking out and mud caked shoes.

'I am sorry.' You said 'I couldn't sleep and Kyra was messaging me...I was exited to meet someone new and so i didn't really give much thought to the consequences'

'Thank you for apologising' Emily smiled for the first time that morning and then: 'Why couldn't you sleep?'

'Jetlag' you lied, Emily didn't need to know about your nightmares. You hadn't told anyone before. Of course, people knew the basics about your life, or at least what they'd read in the press. But you didn't think they needed to know how your father's abuse still haunted you or how you could still see the blood splatters from your mum's head.

'I'm getting picked up at 8:30 right?' You glance at your phone.

'Yeah. Know what you're wearing?'

You shrugged. 'Haven't even touched my suitcases yet.'

Emily stared at you in disbelief. 'Then how did you brush your teeth last night?'

'Gum?' you said matter of factly. It wasn't that you didn't enjoy feeling fresh before bed but it had been a long day and figured it could all wait until the following morning. What you hadn't counted on however was having little to no time in the morning due to your impromptu meeting with Kyra.

'Bloody hell' Emily murmured

'God you're so British now aren't you' You teased Emily

'Just you wait' Emily grumbled 'The Brits will get to you too'

'Never!'

The journey to the Emirates took a long hour of fighting traffic through the streets of London. You'd been picked up in a black and shiny SUV driven by an elderly man named Michael who you weren't exactly sure should have a license after you witnessed him reversing backwards over pavement.

But who were you to judge? You couldn't exactly drive either.

When you finally built up the courage to tackle your suitcases you had picked out a pair of loose blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a tweed blazer to fit over the top. You decided that smart casual was the way to go, not wanting to seem too eager but also excited to sign such a professional contract.

You were nervous as you approached the stadium. Your stomach was fluttering and your jaw clenched tightly as every second passed by. You weren't too sure what to expect, you knew Jonas Eidevall would be there to greet you at some point and you knew you'd be meeting the player liaison who would be helping to settle you in, but that was it. Everything else was the complete unknown.

As the SUV churned to a halt and you bid goodbye to Michael, the door swung open and you were met by a short woman who introduced herself as Jennifer.

'Sorry about all this secrecy' she said gesturing around her at the emirate's parking garage that you had been brought to. 'We try and keep all our signings under wraps until announcement day'

You sniggered slightly knowing that Arsenal could never keep a secret 'When will i be announced?'

'Day after tomorrow, if all goes to plan'

You eyebrows shot up 'That's quicker than i thought it would be'

'We were aiming for next week but it seems as though you and your new Australian friend decided to throw a wrench into our schedule' Jennifer made reference to your instagram post 'You've created a lot of buzz and we want to make sure to utilise it, so within 48 hours you'll be officially announced'

You decided not to defend yourself, the last thing you needed was your own player liaison to take a disliking to you. Instead, you followed her silently through a set of double doors and into the halls of the mighty Emirates stadium.

'This is David, he's our media specialist' Jennifer pointed to a man who was dressed head to toe in Arsenal gear. He held a phone in hand, video clearly on and pointing directly at you. 'He'll be following you around today, getting some content for the fans and that type of thing'

'Well as long as he doesn't follow me into the restroom' You deadpanned attempting to hold in laughter as Jennifer's eyes widened and David turned a deep shade of red.

'Have Kim and Leah been warned about you?' Jennifer half-joked. You shrugged and shot an apologetic glance towards David who instantly averted his eyes. 'This way, we need to get you into some red'

Jennifer led you and David down a maze of hallways and through a dozen doors until you finally came to a rest outside the player changing rooms. 'There's a kit waiting for you inside, once you're changed we can head up to the offices. I think Jonas has arrived so you can get to signing the contract. After that, we've got a welcome video to make'

You nod and hesitantly turn into the changing rooms. You were overcome with an overwhelming nausea suddenly and as you entered the Arsenal changing rooms for the very first time, the transfer became scarily real. The first thing you noticed about the room were the lights, they were harsh, almost too harsh for your tired eyes to take in. The Arsenal cress was printed onto the floor in the middle of the cubbyholes, it glistened with history and somehow sent a wave of pride into your bones despite having yet to wear its colours.

In the centre cubby hung your new kit. Usually you played with the number 13 on your back but since that had already been taken, you'd opted to swap the numbers around for 31. You made quick work of changing into the kit and ran a quick hand through your hair to add some volume. You paused in one of the mirrors to study your appearance and were happy to discover that the red kit suited you.

It wasn't too often that you worried about how you looked. You had the fortunate gene of appearing skinny and gorgeous, at least that's what your mum used to tell you.

You kept your own trainers on and folded the rest of your clothes to sit neatly in the cubby as you readied yourself to step back into the hallway where David would most definitely be waiting, camera in hand.

'Not bad this kit, is it?' you re-enter the hallway and smile at Jennifer who nodded at you impressed.

'Suits you' She said 'Come on then, up to the offices we go'

As you trudged up several flights of stairs, your hands grew sweater and you began to worry whether you'd be able to grip the pen tight enough. You tried to shake off the stupid thought and happily found yourself distracted when you finally came face to face with your new manager.

'Y/n!' Jonas exclaimed as Jennifer led you into a media room. 'It is great to meet you, we are all so excited to have you here' The Swedish man thrust a hand towards you which you took enthusiastically, meeting his wide smile and firm shake.

'Good to meet you' You replied as he gestured for you to take a seat at a table in the centre of the room. You sat down in front of a maroon wall, the Arsenal cress above your head. On the table lay a pen and paper, ready and waiting for your signature.

'I really hope we're able to build something here together' Jonas told you as he picked up the pen and handed it to you. The snap of David's phone capturing the moment was difficult to ignore.

'Me too, i'm excited to get started' You lower the pen to paper. Your life was about to change, for the worse or better, you didn't know. The pen moved fluidly as you drew out your signature and Jonas clasped you on the back in celebration.

You'd done it. You were officially an Arsenal player.

'Well, now that's out the way we're about to do something a lot more exciting' Jennifer smiled.

'The video?' You questioned

'Yep. And we've got a special guest'

[eatmangoesnekkid]

Months ago, someone asked in my inbox to give them perimenopause advice. She shared more personal info that I am not able to decode right now so I won’t share her message (a bit long, loved one) but I will share something which is not really a message for perimenopausal women but for younger women who have not reached this stage.

I’m 49, nearly 50, and used to say that I’m not perimenopausal yet. But what I’m realizing is that I may be in perimenopause but simply have NO Symptoms!

I haven’t experienced any symptoms, heavy monthly bleeds or cramps, during my monthly painless periods in nearly 15 years, so why do I expect perimenopause would be different? For me—my various stages have been ease, flow, and pain-free. So perhaps I am peri but our world simply has nooooo understanding that it doesn’t have to come with obvious common symptoms.

But I have been spending time in nature, in quiet, very little noise pollution, centering eating well and detoxification practice and de-stressing my mind, and living with minimum worry, for nearly two decades. I stopped buying into the “herd mentality” and trying to be like other people or do the most popular thing in my teens and 20s; overgiving and over functioning and being pulled by the divisiveness of the world in my 30s; and needing to be validated for my gifts, talents, and abilities in my early 40s. I eat out, but very occasionally and usually only in connection and relationship to another person I sharing good fun with. But mostly I prepare and cook my own food with my hands, my hips, and my heart. Nothing out of a bag, box, or can for me, other than coconut milk for flavor and sauces.

As a result, my body is very different from the average woman my age and I tend to look/feel/emanate as a woman in her 20s. So while I don’t have peri advice, I can say to younger women to start now tending to your body, the tissues of your female physiology, your sexual energy that can be used for sex, fitness, and for regenerating your body. My breasts are plump as is my vulva and my body feels both soft and strong, and easily pleasured (all of which are important for healthy female physiology) . And I know someone’s reading like this “ohhmahgawd, why she talking about her breasts and vulva!!!!” 🥰😅😅We must get used to having real woman conversations with real woman solutions. We don’t time for anything less.

I live a very grown, gynocentric —meaning —womb-led, Devi (Devotional) life, without all the performance, pretending, and fluff. Life doesn’t have to be perfect and yet I tend to find ways to feel beautiful (within myself). I tend to my circadian systems and sleep very well and tend in bed at decent hours aligned with nature's rhythms. I take care of my female tissues and muscles and keep them both soft and strong. I also tend my mind and heart and clear distractions without apology or pretending. I come back home to my body, my cultivated fortress, without shame or needing to explain why to anyone. But I can also move through discomfort and stay connected to another when it’s get hard or uncomfortable .

My mind, body, and lifestyle habits have contributed to my healthier quality of womanhood. If you read my “wound of being judgmental” post on Instagram, there I share how a woman Constantly judging other women affects the libido and cycles of her body overtime. Also I believe women should be “intuitive eaters.” We should enjoy food, cooking and learning about our very powerful physiologies and not follow any trends, dogma or diets—all created by men and organized towards male physiology—but draw closer intimately into what our bodies unique needs are in a holistic way that will fluctuate and “flow” (as the Source naturally architected) . In other words we can’t be told what to eat or always follow a script. We actually have to come home to our bodies and listen to them, which is a scary feeling for many women because we have been to distrust or numb out to what we feel, and just do what everyone does. We should also gather and share food abundantly with loved ones in our community when it’s time.

In my new work, I share what’s on deck in my herbal apothecary just in case I start feeling peri symptoms. The only big shift I noticed is my lack of desire to be on social media for too long. I used to have FOMO when I went offline, but not anymore. I enjoy being in connection to my body and being in real life and relationships offline. With that, I’m excited to open my online school and be in a nourishing and nurturing community with other women. It’s going to be powerful. 🌹🌹🌹

I’m off Instagram for awhile. It’s so luscious to clear the psyche and seed into deeper grounded creative womanly arts with The Melody of Love series of books. Feel beautiful or feel whatever it is for you to feel at this time. The divine desires to experience itself in all of life, everything, so feel whatever is true for you to feel. I’m so grateful to be in this beautiful moment of warm sun. Many Blessings , India 🌹😘

[vivalgi]

This post is primarily meant for all the doubters, naysayers and people in denial who ganged up against me when I first declared my suspicions that wannabe Malfoy revealed on @candlelightgames' Instagram post might be AI generated.

I will point out some of the most obvious signs of AI usage after the break but first I want to quote Owen Wilson: "Wow!" Usually half the AI image detectors fail to do their job, but never before have I seen such a unanimous decision - all 7 out of 7 online tools that I managed to find are saying that the Project Spellstruck's first character art is most likely AI:

Now, onto the analysis. People are still expecting clearly visible errors from generated images, such as irregular amount of fingers or something going through another object, but AI has come a long way and it's becoming harder to point out obvious signs without focusing hard. It's even able to create a vague resemblance of symmetry and repeating elements. AI generated art isn't often published "straight out of the oven" either. Artists-prompters make the AI do a lot of inpainting and add their own little touch-ups until the images are more or less presentable. A character has 16 fingers? Just mark the problematic area you want to be regenerated, maybe even make a rough sketch over it and then have the program do its job again. Even Bardick's design evolution, CL has demonstrated, looks very similar to the typical AI-assisted workflow I just described:

It's hard to put into words what makes art feel and look AI, but don't worry, doubters, I can also point out some strange elements that strongly hint at this character art being largely made by AI.

Below is the highest quality image I could get, so you can come back to it and zoom in if you want to see the clean version without my scribbles:

The coat's lapels

In the corner of the left lapel there's this triangular piece:

Whatever it's meant to be, it's a single solid object and not nearly as incoherent as what's happening on the opposite side:

The triangular shape seems to be made up of 3 disconnected sticks and the ends of the golden protruding lines that flow into that corner, become intrusions, although they don't line up very well either. Try to explain what the artist was attempting to do here. It's a very clear example of AI making up some fuzzy incoherent details. No need to find any further evidence really, but let's move on.

Occasional double vision effect around the edge of the golden hem, creating parallel running lines (a typical thing I've noticed image generators tend to do):

The pants and belt

That wobbly dotted line is the edge of his pants:

I've also traced the lines of the belt buckle, so you can see exactly how much it makes sense upon closer look. Not a lot, right? Also, the prong melts into the buckle, doesn't even go through the belt's hole and there's more fuzzy scribble around it.

Shadows

The shirt's collar creates shadows to both sides of it:

The lighting source seems to be behind the guy as the corner of the collar is further from the viewer than the shadow it casts:

Some other shadows are suspicious as well but not so obviously bad to confidently demonstrate them.

This is not an attempt to turn anyone against AI, but merely an analysis to show the most obvious signs that this dude was probably more or less generated by AI. If you like this kind of artificial art and are fine with Candlelight or any other studio/artist using it, then I won't stop you from enjoying it. If you have a hard time recognizing AI art then I truly envy you, ignorance is bliss as the saying goes. However, please don't come to proudly demonstrate your ignorance and argue with me or even worse, try to make fun of me because you think I'm wrong in saying that this character art was generated with AI. As I've now proven, it most likely is. It's too early to turn into an overprotective fangirl over a project we still know barely anything about.

[kyra45]

Keys guide to scam spotting (v2)

Hi! I’m Key (Or Jess depending on which blog you know me from) and I’ll be telling you some better information and detail on how to spot a scam account be it a pet scam or a donation scam. All information is based on my own experiences and I’ll try to keep this post accessible so the only big text is the title. This information should help in understanding how these scams work and how to spot them without having to do too much work. As always, if you appreciate what I do and want to show it, sharing these info posts helps other users see it and learn about blogs that might send them asks.

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What is a donation scam? - A donation scam is when someone is being deceptive to get money by claiming they need mutual aid or support. For example, they are using the story from someone else’s fundraising post in order to get donations and won’t tell anyone their lying. This is called a donation scam. While the story may be legitimate, it is a story stolen off someone else and means the real person isn’t getting the support they asked for because someone else is using it. These stories are often stolen off Facebook/GoFundMe or even Instagram and could come from a private account or group so searching wouldn’t come up with a source. The images may also be stolen from somewhere else too.

How do you spot a donation scam? - Donation scams are usually easily spotted if you take a closer look at the information being given. Stolen stories will often have certain parts removed and replaced with the information the scammer added themselves. Sometimes the post may be composed of two different parts and won’t sound right if you pay close attention. For example, part of the story sounds fine but then the second part of the story seems out of place and doesn’t match up with the beginning. Another thing to check is how old the account is and if you have timestamps on you can see if an older post is backdated. You can also check to see if the account has tagged certain blogs in their post though this isn’t always a sign of a scam.

What is post backdating? - Post backdating is changing the dates of a reblogged post to look older then it really is. While this can be used with good intentions, scammers often use this to trick people into thinking their account is years old or even a few months old. The one way to find this is by turning on timestamps in dashboard settings and checking ‘other notes’ in reblogs. This is the only way to see the true date something was shared. Accounts who backdate posts will often claim someone told them to do it or they’ll say they didn’t know it was bad. However, you can not accidentally backdate a post.

Did the account contact you first? - A common occurrence is that you will get scam asks if you share a popular or trending post. Usually these accounts send asks to anyone they find without care of who it is and might lie as well if you ask them how they found you. In general, a brand new account shouldn’t easily find you unless they were watching the notes of popular posts. Occasionally these new accounts will even send asks to certain accounts they shouldn’t know about unless they have seen the account before. If your DMs are closed, the ask may ask you to message them because it’s urgent but all they will do is ask for money or ask you to loan them some money.

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What is a pet donation scam? - A pet donation scam is where someone has went and looked around for vet fundraisers online and then took it for themselves by saving the images and story while erasing any links that would lead to the real pet getting support. They will then repost it to tumblr and say it’s actually their pet needing urgent care with the post title being very large and in red text for a sense of urgency. Sometimes they’ll say they can’t use GoFundMe because it has a fee or something else. This is a scam because they are not the owner of the pet and have stolen everything meaning no funds sent will be towards the actual pets care.

How do you spot a pet donation scam? - A common way of a pet donation scam is by how old the pinned post is and how many posts are reblogged on the account. Usually there is only a few posts shared and always shared around the same time and then no more. These posts all come from a trending topic, a fandom, or are popular posts. Another thing is checking the bio in Google search and seeing if it’s been took from someone else as the scammer never makes their own bio. Reverse image search their pfp to see who it really belongs to in case they stole it. Another important thing is to check their link and see if it matches up with the vet bill. Since most pictures are stolen off a private group, reverse image search won’t find them. The name they may have is likely not their real name and is stolen.

Did the account send you an ask? - Regardless of what the ask says, it usually requests you to answer it privately or message them so they can tell you thanks. These asks may have several emojis in them as well but their always just copy/pasted and sent to multiple users all at once on a daily basis. The private answer is so the ask won’t show up if someone is looking it up. If their post is public, there shouldn’t be a reason to need a private response to an ask you have sent to many people unless you are trying to hide it. Messaging these accounts is useless because they’ll lie to you when you ask them questions back or just ignore you.

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What is a fake check scam? - A fake check scam is when a generally blank account with no pfp will message you after you used certain tags and ask you if you still need help. Even if you have links to send support, these accounts will ignore that in order to ask for your personal information such as phone number or banking details. They will then offer to send you a check. This is a fake check and cashing it won’t be scamming the scammer. You will lose money instead and the scammer will already move on to someone else. Never give them your private information.

Are there any other scam types? - When you tag posts, you’ll often get messages from accounts claiming they can help you get more attention on your campaign but you have to pay them money or go off-site to contact them. These are fake support accounts and they always use stock images while pretending to be officially affiliated and act like their Digital Marketing title means their not trying to scam you. They get defensive when called out and may start insulting you when they figure out you are already aware they aren’t legitimate.

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What is a funeral donation scam? - A funeral donation scam is when an account posts saying someone has passed away but the images they used are actually took from someone else and may be photoshopped. Bills may be edited to suit their story and names may be changed to someone else’s. This isn’t a real common scam! But it’s happened a lot lately but the basics are the account will steal someone’s pictures and pass them off as theirs and when caught will say they were forced to or know it’s wrong but did it anyway.

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In closing, this is information regarding common scam types you’ll find on tumblr. It’s always suggested to pay close attention to asks you get it they fit the criteria of being sent from a scammer. Answer the asks publicly and call out the blog. The scammer may block you as a result, but it’ll help your ask be seen it someone has looked it up. I suggest never spamming asks to share your pinned aid post because unfortunately scammers do this and you shouldn’t ignore people saying to please stop spamming. Always check to see if someone is comfortable getting these kinds of asks too because it won’t look too good if you have sent them an ask when they say please don’t.

As always, not everyone asking for support is a scammer! Legitimate people are out there. It’s just unfortunate scammers have made it harder for them to get help. You can always do your own research and compare it to what others have given and come to your own conclusion.