#I know that the show is often seen by a lot of people as kind of ugly or 'poorly drawn' (or whatever presumptuous definition people have)
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worstdisastermaster Ā· 3 days ago
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The books and the shows aren't the same thing and?? That's okay?? It doesn't have to be??
Some of the artists haven't even seen the show yet, and maybe won't šŸ¤·ā€ā™€ļø I know I've seen like. The 1st episode and that's it lol. And I really enjoyed it and I think it's really fun
But people tend to separate book fandoms from in screen fandoms, to an extent, at least, bc there ARE differences, and THATS OKAY
They are very connected but they are not the same and I don't understand why people find that so hard to accept?? Like. Genuinely I'm so confused lol
Like if someone was being disrespectful, or trying to whitewash Leah or something horrid then like. Defend her!!! (Do try to be polite tho bc people can and often do change, and they know what they have been taught until they learn more- like for example, a few years ago I had no idea ab anything lgtbq and I peob would have gotten myself canceled bc I had. No idea. Ab any of it. And despite having best intentions in heart i totally would have offended someone, and that would have crushed me, because *i didnt know*. I never would have hurt anyone on purpose, i just didnt realize what COULD hurt others on that specific topic, much less why. But now I identify with it and am learning new things ab jt every day and etc. And that's a super touchy topic for a lot of people and for good reason too! Just try to be kind first, then if they are jerks u can be a jerk back lol. Just give peopke a chnace to get better- and then PLEASE dont hold the past against them ubless they very clearly havent changed mk please please please let people grow and change and get better dont crush them before they can) anti Leah trash is. That. Trash
But why would you attack book Annabeth, just for existing? She was my childhood, and I identified a lot with her as I grew up. And guess what! I also identified with Hazel, and I do so even more now! No matter what race she will be casted as, I'm still going to imagine BOOK Hazel the way I always did. Doesn't mean I won't adore her actress, or appreciate art of the girl playing her role! But would you call me racist for drawing her as African American if her actress, was, say, Asian American? Or drawing Leo as Latino instead of Somoan? Because to me, u less I am being a jerk about it, all I'm doing is drawing the book instead of the show. Idk I'm too sleep deprived to put my thoughts into coherent words lol
I love the posts, where it's like, book Annabeth and show Annabeth holding hands. Those posts are my favorite, both because they are freaking adorable, but also. Because it's equal
They are different aspects of the same person
And
Thats
Okay
You know???
I quite literally grew up reading pjo. I read it at least once every year since I learned HOW to read, *partially on pjo*, until late middle school. I was raised on book Annabeth.
Show Annabeth is new and exciting and adorable and I'm so happy for it and I am very excited for all the people being introduced to it!!!!!!!! However, when I'm writing book pjo, I'm not swaping it out for show scenes, bc they are, in fact, different. Which, again, NOT A BAD THING. And you know what? When people from the show fandom write their scenes, they aren't going to be thinking ab the book scenes, and THATS OKAY TOO!!! And I could care less how my readers saw my characters when the read the story. I write them the way I imagine them, but it's their job as the reader to say 'no, actually :P' and swap out the appearance for one they liked better.
I did that plenty often as a kid, and i donf regeret it.
Which, ironically enough, was why my book Percy was blond until ab 6th grads XD I mixed up Luke and Percy's hair description ONCE and just. Never questioned it, though all the rereads, or looking at the covers of the books šŸ’€ you can imagine my shock when I joined the fandom and found out Percy had black hair, instead of sandy hair like, you know, S A N D, like poseidon!!! And now show Percy is blond XD
That just proves people can imagine things how they want and jts okay- especially bc maybe, in an au, they're rifht!!! (Au being show Percy to me)
Anyways I lost my train of thought and it's almost 12 here lolll I hope I didn't say anything ill be embarrassed by come tomorrow~
Good night world :3
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Hi guys, wanted to discuss something going on for a while now. What the hell is wrong with pjotwt? Like...whats wrong with this people? Do you see what they say? What they are even trying to do?
First of all, let me start by speaking about the cast. They are all wonderful children, Leah especially! She is doing an amazing job as Annabeth. But book Annabeth still exists yk? She is and she is literally white. It is not racist. But denying about a character being white in the books, even spreading hate like this...is racist. There are people out there related with Annabeth for years. People love her, every version, maybe book more maybe even the movie. How can you disrespect her like this? And most importantly, how can they attack an artist like this, with an art being so beautiful. What they are trying to do is not protecting Leah, it is spreading hate. It is awful. Making this fandom toxic, so so much.
Them trying to erase book Annabeth because she is white, trying to cover her by painting on her, shaming artists, calling people that loves her racist...What do we do about this in pjo fandom? This fandom used to be so beautiful, but now. This people are not part of the fandom in my eyes, because real fans, would respect every version of the characters, love them with their anything, even flaws. They would protect this characters because they love them, so much. And not to mention this characters are the ones Rick wrote 20 years ago, they were with us for so long.
What do tumblr think about this I wonder? Since pjo fandom is pretty active here :3
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olderthannetfic Ā· 2 days ago
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How do you feel about the different styles of writing POVs?
Personally, first person is the most awkward to write and the most restrictive. It definitely has its place though, when the narrative lends itself to releasing limited info. I canā€™t bring myself to write in first person though, it feels so weird. I think I enjoy a level of detachment when reading and writing fiction.
Iā€™ve seen people rag on second person but I find it the easiest to read, it seems more natural than say, first person. Youā€™re understanding the narrator but youā€™re not physically in their shoes. Youā€™re a silent observer, privy to character thoughts but also able to detach and view them as a whole. Thereā€™s a level of intimacy with the character but more detachment than first person.
Okay so google says third person can be split into two; limited and omniscient.
I find omniscient to be a funny beast, as itā€™s not a style that I write, often finding that if I give away what everyone was thinking, all the time, the element of mystery is lost. For me, it feels like showing everyoneā€™s inner thoughts or motivations at the same time ruins the suspense, at least in the fiction I write. I think thatā€™s a personal failing though because I enjoy reading fiction with omniscient POV.
Limited, Iā€™d like to say, is more within my wheelhouse, but I have been known to switch character POV in different chapters. I wonder if by switching characters per chapter that actually means I write omniscient. Anyway.
I feel like Iā€™m write in some weird, secondary-third person which feels very much like playing with dolls: X mutters quietly, stepping close to Y. Y responds with a remark, grasping Xā€™s hand. X is overwhelmed, their thoughts racing. Etc.
Very reductive, but you get the point. One persons intentions are clear, the other is not.
Iā€™m troubled as I think that my writing style comes across as unnatural, almost robotic. I find it hard to step into the mind of another person, especially if itā€™s a creation of not my making - how could I possibly know how this character would react in this situation? I can only guess and hope it reads as in-character. As such, I often find that I donā€™t spend a lot of time expanding on how characters feel and their inner thoughts on situations, which seems like a really big oversight! Itā€™s difficult for me, though.
Do you have any tips or assurances about this kind of thing?
I apologise as well, brevity is not a strength of mine.
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Oh god... the things I want to say, nonnie...!
I've promised myself no more really long writing meta on here. I write that stuff for my patreon, which I should be spending more time on.
The short version is: I loathe second person due to early exposure to CYOA books and just finding it clunky and mannered.
First makes it more obvious if your command of character voice is ass, but it's not actually more intimate or harder than limited third.
Limited third is often the most neutral and transparent of voices for English language popular fiction in modern times. It's the norm. It's what has all the conventions built up. Switching chapter by chapter is very common and is not omniscient in any sense, WTF, anon.
Omniscient makes more sense if you've been reading works that are actually in it. Golden Age mystery novels are a good example. No, it does not list every thought of every character. What? No good writing does that. Of course you withhold info.
What does "secondary third person" mean here?
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repurposedmeatlocker Ā· 8 months ago
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This is going to sound really silly under the context that the art style of the show is rather crude, but have they ever released any art books, or proper character turnarounds for Beavis and Butt-Head (and other characters/assets from the series)?
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j-esbian Ā· 3 months ago
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i lost the post but i saw someone talking about how some of yā€™all act like being weird is a choice and like. YEAHHHHHHH.
thatā€™s fine, it might be for you. but i just live like this and donā€™t know any other way. like yeah iā€™ve worked customer service, i can do innocuous small talk, but anything beyond that, i donā€™t understand what iā€™m missing. and itā€™s frustrating to see the tonal disconnect especially from people who are like ā€œuwu embrace weirdness!!ā€ where theyā€™re like. dressing quirky and talking about bugs and listening to obscure music and eschewing small talk to ask Deep Questions on the first date and unlearning their tendency to not infodump. and generally have an idea of what Weirdness is supposed to look like. idk man some of us wake up and get out of bed and canā€™t figure out why the rest of their coworkers chitchat with each other but when they join the conversation it dies.
weirdness is value neutral. letā€™s stop trying to turn it into a badge because quite frankly, itā€™s not a choice for everyone. itā€™s fucking exhausting to never be on the same wavelength as other people and theyā€™re going to react the way they do and label you the way they will without any conscious actions on your end. itā€™s difficult to talk about this without feeling like youā€™ll be dismissed as immature, a teenager whining ā€œno one understands meā€ but the thing is. sometimes you donā€™t grow out of feeling alone and different, and thereā€™s no good way to talk about it without feeling like people will think youā€™re just fishing for pity.
#most of it is stuff i canā€™t help like!!!#coworkers and i donā€™t share a lot of interests so iā€™m always like. yes iā€™ve heard of that show but havenā€™t seen it. no idk that band sorry#and theyā€™ll like. talk shit abt other people who share my interests without realizing that i also like those things#so i just have to sit there and take it#i feel like i donā€™t have a lot in common with my friends even. a few shared interests but very different lives#in my experience the conscious choice has been to try to keep up with whatā€™s popular but itā€™s just. not interesting to me#i got bored and forgot to finish s2 of stranger things and never picked it back up#even alt subcultures have gone kinda mainstream and i never quite slot in#letā€™s not even touch the gay culture ā€˜flagsā€™ that are extremely online and unrelatablr#and the most frustrating thing. every time i try to talk about myself and my interests i feel people shutting down#one person i know. open mouth sighs in exasperation when i open my mouth#i donā€™t know why youā€™re making it my problem that weā€™re different#i know there is supposed to be a niche out there for everyone but some of that feels like#those niches are falling prey to marketability. if youā€™re too far out of the mainstream. too out of touch. it canā€™t be helped#a lot of messaging online is like. embrace weirdness but only if itā€™s subversive in a very specific way#too normal to hang out with self-proclaimed proud weirdos. too weird to hang out with normies#like i thought the thing was to disavow performativity. iā€™m sorry i donā€™t find the same things interesting#i donā€™t care about the office and you donā€™t care about the hundred yearsā€™ war. thatā€™s fine. why is that seen as a personal fault of mine#i feel like some of the reaction i get might be bc it comes across as hipster shit. idk#iā€™m literally just oblivious and looking for any kind of indicator for social interaction#but so often it feels like the onus of finding common ground is on me. i have to listen abt things idk but no one cares what i have to say#i think what makes it more frustrating is this reaction from people who claim to not care. do their own thing#and then get annoyed when i do mine and itā€™s. different#instead of being like ā€˜fuck the mainstream! conformity is bullshit! be yourself!ā€™ itā€™s like#ā€˜fuck the mainstream because it doesnā€™t appeal to me personally and iā€™ve made my own club!ā€™#and this is not going to come out right because iā€™m just at my limit and venting and donā€™t know how to say things the right way#so people donā€™t misunderstand me#i just happen to never like the Right Things and know the Right Things and act the Right Way and idk how else to say it other than#can we be more normal about weird people#idk itā€™s hard to talk abt this without sounding like iā€™m just complaining but iā€™m more bewildered and trying to state things as i see them
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thedreadvampy Ā· 1 year ago
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like clockwork someone who's been openly a sex pest for decades gets named as a rapist and sexual predator and we all get to play the hit parade with such classics as:
oh my god oh my god did you know this industry full of rich people who are rewarded for exploitative and abusive behaviour...has an issue with rape and abuse??? CAN YOU BELIEVE THERE'S ABUSE IN THIS INDUSTRY???? (yeah man we know. we've known for quite a while actually. for longer than I've been alive for sure.)
oh my god I can't believe there are rapists among us (1 in 3 women have experienced rape, who do you think is doing it?)
but he seemed so nice! (not really tbh)
well I met him and he never raped me and like, I'm really hot so if he was really a rapist he would have (Jesus fuck get help)
is it really rape to fuck 16 year old girls when you're in your 30s? (yeah it is if you fucking rape them mate)
can't believe everyone knew but never said!!! (they literally did say and also hey imagine if you will what reasons there might be too not say anything, such as, say, it's not your story to tell and the victim had expressed a wish to not be at the centre of a whole shitstorm)
Real Victims wouldn't go to journalists they'd go to the cops!!! (hey guys I have some upsetting news about the experience of reporting rape to the cops)
This is a conspiracy to make this irrelevant celebrity look bad! (please touch grass)
it's all just a bit of fun innit (no)
and every time we all over again have to go to this place where rape is simultaneously a significant threat and common experience (agreed) but also everyone who's ever talked about being raped is lying, and nobody's ever done a rape even if there's 20 years of documented evidence and on camera confessions and also their whole public persona is 'cheeky sex pest' (fucking. what?)
and then that guy hopefully gets cancelled and people feel a bit more guilty about watching him. and then they'll go HOORAY THE EVIL IS DEFEATED WE HAVE GOT RID OF THAT GUY THAT DID THE RAPES. OUR WORK HERE IS DONE. COMEDY/FILM/MUSIC/TV IS FREE OF PREDATORS NOW
and then 6.5 seconds later allegations will come out about someone else and we will start the whole thing again from scratch OH MY GOD CAN YOU BELIEVE THERE'S ABUSE IN THIS INDUSTRY???
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hassianlovebot Ā· 1 month ago
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i've seen some people talk about einar's romance dialogue and how it feels offputting and rude to him but i'm gonna be honest,,, i never really saw it that way?
like i do agree that the player's dialogue options Suck compared to the other romances. something about it just feels really childish and definitely not as,,, "serious" or even committed as the other romance dialogue options. that being said, it never felt patronizing toward him.
to me, it feels like the player is just. being human. while einar is being galdur. the player doesn't get mad at him for not understanding certain jokes or not showing affection in the same way. and einar doesn't get uncomfortable with the player being human, making human jokes, or showing human affection. they're just Being Human and sharing their humanness with einar. which einar, while not always understanding of it, is completely used to and Does understand and enjoy it later on in the 3-4 levels. not that he didn't enjoy it before, but once you get closer to him, he Does understand more of the jokes and even joins in on certain ones (like the catch one!).
idk man it just always felt like the player and einar are just sharing their perspectives, personalities, and culture with each other. and of course there is the chocolate thing where he says he doesn't need it and the player has to learn what he actually wants from the relationship (ie spending time together). and there are still jokes that he ends up taking seriously, which yknow, that's kind of what i meant when i said the player's options often feel very childish compared to other ones. but it just never came off as patronizing to me, especially since einar repeatedly says that he enjoys spending time with the player and engaging in their "togetherness".
like to me it always felt like he enjoys learning about new things, even if he doesn't want to participate. like at the maji market when he says that while he doesn't understand the hotpot game, watching it fills him with "oneness". he enjoys learning about human and majiri culture and seeing them just be themselves! none of his dialogue implies that he's uncomfortable with the way the player shows affection (there Is something to be said about the dialogue options only ever showing one form of it,,, but tbf they can't put in 50+ options to cover the minutia of human brains lol)
idk i want to be clear im not shitting on anyone else's opinion on this!!! there's room for all perspectives here. i just wanted to share! i've seen SO many people say that romancing einar feels patronizing and like. i've just never seen it that way ! and it always confuses me when i see it akjhgd tbf i think some people are also neurodivergent (same lol) and don't appreciate the dialogue options that einar doesn't understand because in real life it Does feel patronizing when someone does it on purpose even knowing you won't get it. but for me, einar being galdur and not a neurodivergent human/majiri is an important distinction. he shows multiple times that he enjoys learning about human cultures and perspectives, that he enjoys talking to the player even when they don't understand each other, and that he's capable of understanding the player's jokes and sarcasm once explained to him. he Likes that they're different !
einar seems to enjoy the player acting "human" with him because he gets to learn about them! and he wouldn't want them stifle their true personality just to please him! einar is alllll about being true to yourself, your beliefs, your oneness, etc. he wants the player to understand him and his affection, but he also wants to understand the player's personality and affection. he wants them to share each other's "quirks". and don't get me wrong, i do wish there was more we could do to share in his way of affection (especially if his way is our way,,, like i'm Not flirty or jokey like that irl at all and i'd love to have more options where it really is just "hi i enjoy parallel playing with you :)))" lol) and that the dialogue options were less jokey or at least more affectionate/serious but idk,,, i think for me, i've just always seen einar as someone who wants to know and appreciate everything about the player, even the things he doesn't Immediately understand. he wants the player to explain things and share their culture with him SO bad
#long post#(sorry)#i just have so many thoughts!!#its so interesting to see how people feel about the npcs#like ive also seen Multiple people say that tish feels really naive and kind of rude but ive never seen her that way#she's not naive she's just upbeat and not involved in the cartel lol#like reth Intentionally hides it from her so she doesnt feel bad - that doesnt mean she doesnt understand how the world works yknow?#but thats a dif convo#or like how some people think kenli is very goofy silly and i find him really annoying akjgdh#i DO agree that the player dialogue options Often suck ass and there are so many times where just. none of them are good#and i would love it if they revamped the romance dialogue options with einar because.. So fucking childish i hate it#but idk they just never felt patronizing to me#it always felt like the player was just being human and not going out of their way to be like a galdur#which from everything we know einar's personality and background - i personally think he appreciates that a lot#because it means he gets to learn more about humans which is basically one of his onenesses#i agree that his romance is def not traditional and honestly feels more... aroace + demi? ish?#and honestly sometimes it feels like the devs intentionally made His romance dialogue somewhat vague and not like#the majiri npcs. like there's a noticeable difference in how he talks and shows affection and its not Just his personality#but again dif convo that's not the point ajkhg#idk i feel like for this it really depends on the intention and how the other person feels#the players intention is never to be patronizing and einar himself doesnt feel like it is#so like. PERSONALLY i just never saw it that way#sorry - im saying personally and 'to me' a lot cause i dont want this to come off as like rude or vaguey#i just didnt want to add in on anyone's conversation with a big wall of text essentially going 'i disagree' aljdhg#like again !! i respect everyone's opinion on this !!!#but i wanted to share! cause ive seen sooo many people say this! but i also know it can suck to have some rando on your post going 'nah'#aljdhg#einar#i Really want to hear more opinions on this like what do you guys think !! does the player dialogue sound mean to you?#or like patronizing? uncomfortable? misleading? etc??
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phagodyke Ā· 6 months ago
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ykw actually I am angry + disappointed w them. I've been pushing how I feel aside and trying to make it my own fault so it's all contained but I think theyve just been mean. and they really should know me better ik I try to pretend I don't expect more from them so I feel less hurt when they do things that upset me but we've been friends for years by this point. like come on.
#just got home and went to put my shit away but my flatmate was in the kitchen and i got suddenly so mad i had to walk back out#not going to do or say anything while im this upset. i need to be a lot calmer before i can even be in the same room as her#like okay. so originally it was just the two of them getting drinks and theyd rather it was just them bc i dont drink. thats cool#it wouldve been difficult for me to join them after work bc travel. and ik theyd done this before just the 2 of them and had fun#i can fully respect that its why i said no and stuck by that decision when she asked again#but to not mention she was taking the day off work and btw i just found out that BOTH of our other old flatmates joined in too#to not mention that they were travelling that entire distance and that it wasnt just drinks it was a whole day out together#thats just mean. why wouldnt you tell me that why did none of them say anything.#and the fact they did the exact same fucking thing last weekend too i didnt know about that at all#like i need to stop trying to justify it. im allowed to feel unwanted and excluded bc thats exactly what theyre doing.#im tired of feeling like other people dont want me around. i know i can be difficult and annoying sometimes. but im really not that bad#and we're meant to be friends!!!!!! like youre supposed to like your friends. and want to spend time with them. or at least i do#and yeah everyones annoying sometimes thats just part of being alive ur supposed to tolerate it if ur friends#im allowed to want to feel like im wanted. im allowed to want ppl to care abt me. that shouldnt be too much to ask for#but the overwhelming message im getting at the moment is they dont want me around. and when i am around them i feel like they dont listen#to me and that they dont really care how i feel unless it directly involves them or theyre responsible for it#i feel like they dont see me as a real person that exists. only a version they have in their heads and they base all their assumptions and#decisions off that version instead of directly communicating with me. and constantly avoid me under the guise of 'giving me space'#when im upset or having a difficult time and most need support from other people. i just feel really unseen#and ik that part of how i feel IS exacerbated by insecurity and depression. like they do care to some degree#but also a lot of it is evidenced in the way they act towards me. mainly my roommate bc shes the person i interact with most#and personally i find the most direct ways of showing u care abt someone are showing up for them. and making them feel seen#and maybe not everyone feels the same way. but thats how it works for me anyway#so to repeatedly exclude me and avoid acknowledging that ive been having a difficult time is the opposite of that to me#which is the point im trying to arrive at... sorry ik ive probably said similar things repeatedly the last few weeks but i feel like its#crystallising a bit like this is the core reason why im so sensitive and reactive atm and why i got so upset by it#idk. not tonight bc im still very emotionally raw but maybe tomorrow if im calmer i should explain that i was upset + why to her#i avoid doing that so often when im upset bc i dont think theres much point in having a conversation abt it unless u expect some kind of#resolution from it. or if you want an apology but idrc abt being apologised to the crucial thing is what theyre going to do different#and i love her but shes very resistant to changing her behaviour bc of other ppl being upset by it. and like i said before she has
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fushitoru Ā· 14 days ago
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trouble a gojo satoru fic
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pairing āøŗ bully!satoru gojo x reader
summary āøŗ an unexpected tutoring session with your bully satoru gojo leads to somewhere...unexpected
warnings āøŗ SMUT (MDNI), fluff, slight angst, college au, porn with really mid plot, bullying, humiliation, PANTY INSPECTION, p i v sex, unprotected sex, aftercare, creampie, he whimpers a lot but also degrades you a lot, gojo satoru king of dirty talk it might not make sense lolz, this is not edited in the slightest, didn't even do it a once over, implied that reader is a virgin but not really art by the goat 3-aem
a/n sorry for being so ia. will be answering asks after the ao3 author ahh events that went on this past week T-T as a result this is kind of mid, might delete later, based on this req
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This could not be happening to you. NO, no, no. You must be dreaming, right?
Because Satoru Gojo was sitting right across from you in your math professorā€™s office, looking akin to a kicked puppy, ears drooping as your professor continued ranting about his late assignments, his efforts to cover his grades up, lost potential, laziness, how he should learn from youā€”but you were only dreading the aftermath of this conversation, when you were left alone with Gojo.Ā 
Because he was your college bully.
It didnā€™t get as violent as in those Asian dramas, but you were often left humiliated from the nuisance he was. For example, take the instance when you both first met.Ā 
Head deep in the textbooks you just bought, you were scanning the formulas in an effort to get ahead; after all, for someone like youā€”dependent on a scholarship to attend universityā€”slacking off was not an option. Only for the nepo trust fund babiesā€”which you were not. There, in the prestigious university you had fought tooth and nail to get into, you were at peace.Ā 
But it all went out the window as someone moved to tap you on your shoulder, making you turn your head towards possibly the most handsomest boy youā€™ve ever seen but undeniably a spoiled kid. Because what came out of his words were definitely grounds for sexual harassment.
ā€œAre Asian people your type? Because Iā€™m China get in your japanties.ā€
If crickets could make their way into the study room you were sitting in, their chirps would be LOUD. You blinked, heat creeping up your face as he leaned closer to your face, eyes flirtingly honing in on yours and your lips. Abruptlyā€”-flusteredā€”you stood up, gathering your belongings and apologizing profusely. ā€œIā€m soā€”sorryā€”I donā€™tā€”-you might be talking to the wrong perā€”ā€ because there was no way in hell he was addressing you. From what you could see, he looked like a rich kid, the kind with a lot of moneyā€”something that could land you in trouble. You booked it the hell out of there, ignoring the confused look on his face and missing the disappointment flicker across it as he saw your retreating figure leave his sight.
And thus, your love story with Satoru Gojoā€”who you soon found out was the most popular boy on campusā€”started.Ā 
Small encounters with Gojo kept plaguing your first semester. They would be chance encounters, where Gojo would catch your eye in the middle of a crowd and make his way towards you, a snarky grin creeping up his face as he cornered you into a hallway with less traffic. Sometimes even in a closet.
It wouldnā€™t be anything grave, to say. All he would ask is how your day was, all sweet nothings and cute smiles made to woo you. And they definitely didā€”but you couldnā€™t let it show, couldnā€™t let him woo you.
ā€œWhatā€™s your next class, baby?ā€ The both of you were in a janitorā€™s closet, him having cornered you in the room and locked Ā the door. You kept biting your lip nervously, the edge of it red and swollen as you peered at him somewhat nervously.
ā€œUhā€”I donā€™t know,ā€ you whispered, darting your eyes somewhere on the floor, so he wouldnā€™t see the avoidant look on your face.
Letā€™s get the record straight: you werenā€™t scared of Gojo. Sure, at 6ā€™ 3ā€™ā€™ with piercing, glow-in-the-dark sapphire eyes, he made you nervous, but you knew you could pine for him at best. Because god knows what would happen if you ever cross him or his dozens of fan girls, some with considerably more power than you on campus. Putting a target on your back while you were trying to graduate wasnā€™t one of your goals, but trying to pass your math classes with honors was.
And you hated the fact Gojo could read you like a book. Because in the cramped, dark space, his eyes were almost..soft as he put his forearm across the wall on top of your head, effectively caging you in as he steps toward you. You hug your big and heavy books closer to your chest, the squish of your breasts over your top not lost to Gojo who eyes them with lidded eyes. Then, they make their way to meet yours, and itā€™s like he can see the pining in your eyes. The fact that heā€™s a carrot dangled in front of your head, something you want but if you ran, you would never have him. A perpetual race to make him yours.
He smiles, gives a soft chuckle. ā€œYou donā€™t know?ā€ he teases you and your blatant lie. ā€œCā€™mon, let me walk you there.ā€
But you blurt out an immediate ā€œNo!ā€ and then regret it, because hurt flashes across his face. ā€œI meanā€“ā€ you falter, ā€œplease donā€™t. Youā€™ll be seen publicly with me.ā€
A quizzical look, one that is so innocent that it makes you want to cry, because how could Gojo ever understand your problems? ā€œWhatā€™s the problem?ā€ And then he pouts. ā€œYou embarrassed of me?ā€
ā€œNoā€“noā€”ā€ you shake your head, squirming slightly from where you were both standing. ā€œIt wonā€™t be good for you, for me.ā€ Then, you swallowed, waiting and screening for his reaction.
Praying to whatever gods that were listening to you that he would understand, it seemed that they were answered because an emotion you couldnā€™t place etched its way on his face until he nodded. A resolute one, yet something that made you a bitā€¦uneasy was in his eyes. Because it meant nothing but trouble.
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Then on went your days. Seven days, in fact, because it only took a week for you to be walking across the hallway, daydreaming about a boy without a face cuddling you in the winter, eating cookies in Christmas. You hated being single and hated the fact you were confined to your academic responsibilities; quickly, your professors caught onto your potential, assigning you to tutor your peers during recitations. You preened at the attention and validation but felt lonely because it occupied all your time to catch up on othersā€™ expectations. In your rumination of your upcoming responsibilities, you didnā€™t notice the hand shoot out and firmly grab your arm until you were in a janitorā€™s closet. Yet again.
Shocked, you resisted the unknown person who had led you in here, instincts flaring up until said person turned on the light.Ā 
Gojo.
ā€œGojo, what are youā€”ā€ You didnā€™t get a chance to finish your sentence, as Gojo had covered your mouth with his arm, one to avoid causing too much commotion before you were discovered there.
ā€œYou said no one could see us, right?ā€ A mischievousā€”yet yearningā€”look flashed across his face and it was then you realized his play. ā€œSo this is okay?ā€
No, this stubborn man wasnā€™t going to let you goā€”he was going to torment you. In secret.
The only response you could conjure your brain was a whimper because a tentative hand was creeping its way up your thigh, softy caressing the insides of it. All you could feel was pleasure and how it was so right despite it being so wrong that Satoru Gojo, the campus sweetheart, had cornered you into the janitorā€™s closet to give you the most dizzying touches, some you couldnā€™t deny.
So when he moved his other hand that was at your mouth to grab at your pink skirt, he lifted the hem with both his hands and then paused. Looked at you with darkened eyes. ā€œLet me do this.ā€
You could only close your eyes in your flustered state, pinching them shut as you gave him a slight nod. It only took him a millisecond to move, using both of his hands to uncover what was between your thighs, eyes focused and widening as he inspected your panties.
ā€œPink with hearts, huh?ā€ You could hear the chuckle in his voice, the cockiness basically oozing out and you could only continue to heat up deeper. ā€œI like it, baby.ā€ Jumping as you felt his hands roam and trace the edges of your panties, he hooked his finger in the crotch, your thighs tightening slightly as his index just oh so grazed your bare folds as he pulled and pulled, until he let go of the tension and it snapped back in its place. ā€œLook at me.ā€
As per his instruction, you opened your eyes, only to be taken aback by the intensity in his. Then, his lips moved. ā€œBe my girlfriend.ā€
The moment broke as clarity hit you. This shouldnā€™t have happened. ā€œIā€™m sorry, Gojo, butā€”ā€
ā€œDonā€™t call me that,ā€ he groaned, stepping back and raking an arm through his hair. ā€œWhatā€™s even your problem? Did I do something wrong?ā€
Incredulous, you utter out a ā€œSomething wroā€”you donā€™t think you did something wrong?ā€
He looked at you for a bit, made to say something, but you cut him off. ā€œYou know what Gojo? Get this through your head. We canā€™t do this. I donā€™t know how many girls fall for this, but I canā€™t. Iā€™m sorry.ā€ With that, you made to move, but he quickly reached out, pleading for you to stay. You wrenched his hand out of your grip and said, in the most serious voice you could muster, ā€œDonā€™t ever talk to me again.ā€ And you walked out, pretending you werenā€™t scared of what would happen after you retaliated against the Satoru Gojo.
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Surprising, all went well for the rest of the semester. You did get some whispers and stares because of the stray rumor or two passing around about you and the mysterious instances when the campus king stared at your figure for a flicker too long. But it wasnā€™t nothing but passing because you didnā€™t share any classes with Gojo, and he respected your wishes. You didnā€™t miss the bitterness in his stare when you passed by his friend group in the hallway, speeding up to shake off the weight of his eyes on you.
So, you were at peace. Until second semesterā€™s Calc III.
You soon realize that with gradients and vectors comes an additional burden, one specifically sporting white hair. Because as youā€™re pulled into your math professorā€™s office and see him, you oh so desperately want to book it.Ā 
ā€œAnd this, Satoru,ā€ your professor pauses and looks at him sternly while gesturing towards you, ā€œis your ticket out of failing. Miss Y/N here,ā€ he gives you a comforting smile, one that does nothing to ease the stiffness flooding your body at the thought of Gojo right next to you, ā€œhas the highest grade in the class. Sheā€™s a seasoned teaching assistant too, helping a lot of people in her classes next year.ā€ You silently curse, your smile growing more strained as you realize Gojoā€™s looking at you. ā€œI trust that youā€™ll be in good care.ā€
Once the professor finally dismissed you both, you braced yourself, shoving your notebook back into your bag with far more force than necessary. The prospect of *actually* tutoring Satoru Gojoā€”the one person who seemed hell-bent on making college a gauntlet for youā€”was absurd.
You didn't look up as you pushed past him, but Gojo kept pace, following you out of the office and down the hall with that easy, unbothered stride of his. "So," he drawled, ā€œhow's this tutoring thing going to work? Are you coming to my place, or am I coming to yours?ā€
You stopped, turning to face him. "My place," you said firmly. The thought of seeing him lounging in some flashy, high-end apartment was insufferable. Besides, at least in your dorm, you could set some ground rules.
He blinked, looking surprised. "Your place? Bold move, Miss Perfect," he teased, that trademark smirk flickering onto his face. ā€œDidnā€™t think youā€™d be so eager to have me over.ā€
"Trust me, Gojo, I'm only doing this because I have to. And there will be rules," you said, crossing your arms. "No messing around, no gamesā€”just math."
ā€œ*Just math,*" he repeated, his tone playful as his eyes glinted with mischief. ā€œGot it.ā€
You swallowed, hoping he meant it. "Fine," you said briskly. "Iā€™ll see you tomorrow at six. Donā€™t be late."
ā€œOh, wouldnā€™t miss it,ā€ he replied, and with a little salute, he strolled off, leaving you with a sense of impending doom.
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The knock came precisely at six.
You opened the door, and there stood Satoru Gojo, surprisingly punctual, hands shoved into his pockets and a playful grin on his face. You gestured to the small study area youā€™d set up by your desk, filled with neatly organized notes and textbooks.
ā€œTake a seat,ā€ you said shortly. ā€œWeā€™ll start with the basics.ā€
He slid into the chair, his gaze flitting from the textbooks to you, an amused glint in his eye. ā€œYou werenā€™t kidding about tutoring. Youā€™re all set up like a professional.ā€
You ignored the remark and opened the textbook to the chapter on derivatives. ā€œAlright. Letā€™s go through this. If you understand derivatives, the rest of Calc III will start making sense.ā€
For a while, he seemed to actually pay attention. He followed along, asking a few questions, which you answered as patiently as possible. But as the explanations went on, his attention started to drift. After one too many halfhearted nods, you frowned, putting your pencil down.
ā€œYouā€™re not even trying, are you?ā€
He leaned back in his chair, that smirk resurfacing. ā€œMaybe I just wanted an excuse to spend time with you.ā€
You rolled your eyes, fighting off the blush creeping up your cheeks. ā€œYou needed my help. I didnā€™t force you to come here. If you donā€™t want to do this, thenā€”ā€
He held up a hand, the teasing gone from his face. ā€œAlright, alright. Iā€™ll focus.ā€ He paused, then added, ā€œIn fact, to show you I mean it, Iā€™ll do you a favor. Whatever you want. My way of saying thanks.ā€
You eyed him warily. ā€œA favor?ā€
ā€œAnything,ā€ he said, leaning in with a grin that spelled trouble. ā€œWhatā€™ll it be? An escort to class? Carrying your books around? Name it.ā€
Ā ā€œIā€™ll let you know when I think of something.ā€ Youā€™re dismissive, knowing heā€™s not that serious about this, playful about this like he is everything else.Ā 
He chuckled, nodding. ā€œLooking forward to it.ā€
And with that, he finally settled into his chair, this time with genuine focus, leaving you both in the kind of quiet that held a new, unspoken promiseā€”a favor, an IOU hanging in the air between you.
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You donā€™t know how you ended up under Gojo on your bed.Ā 
Satoru sat closeā€”closer than youā€™d expected. His knee brushed yours as he leaned forward to study your notes, and every few minutes, his arm would brush against your hand as he reached for the pencil you were using to write equations. Each little touch sent a jolt through you, and judging by the lingering glances he kept giving you, he didnā€™t mind it either.
ā€œOkay, so the derivative here is...?ā€ you asked, trying to keep your voice steady as you pointed at the next problem.
Satoru leaned even closer, squinting at your notebook. ā€œI think I get it,ā€ he murmured, his face inches from yours, his breath warm as it brushed your cheek. But instead of looking at the math, his eyes flicked to yours, lingering just a second too long.
Your heart hammered as you forced yourself to focus. ā€œRight. So you should getā€¦ uhā€¦ that answer,ā€ you managed, feeling his gaze still trained on you.
ā€œUh-huh,ā€ he replied, not breaking eye contact. His hand shifted on the table, the back of his fingers grazing yours.
You didnā€™t move. Neither did he. Your fingers stayed where they were, brushing against each other, the soft, deliberate touch making the silence between you feel louder. Finally, you broke the tension by clearing your throat, quickly pulling your hand away to grab a different textbook.
ā€œSoā€”um, yeah, youā€™re almost there,ā€ you stammered. ā€œBut you missed a step here.ā€ You pointed to another section, hoping he wouldnā€™t notice the slight shake in your voice.
He noticed, of course. You could see his smirk in the corner of your eye.
ā€œIs that all I missed?ā€ he asked, leaning so close that his shoulder pressed against yours. His voice was lower now, more intimate.
You nodded, trying to focus on the page but finding it impossible with him so close. ā€œYeah. Justā€¦ that,ā€ you said softly.
ā€œThanks,ā€ he murmured, his voice dropping even more as he shifted his hand, his knuckles brushing against your knee now. It wasnā€™t intentionalā€”at least, you thought it wasnā€™tā€”but neither of you moved. You felt frozen, caught in a quiet, charged moment, where all you could hear was your own heartbeat.
You swallowed, forcing your gaze back to the problem on the page. ā€œMaybe, umā€¦ maybe we should take a break?ā€ you suggested, needing a second to breathe.
He tilted his head, an amused, knowing, intense glint in his eye. ā€œA break sounds nice.ā€Ā 
Your breath caught as he looked at you like that, his hand still warm where it lingered just a little too close. And in that brief moment, you wondered just what kind of favor youā€™d end up asking of himā€”or what he might ask of you in return.
And it seemed like he knew what you were thinking. ā€œHey,ā€ he said oh so breathlessly, in the way that made you want to throw yourself at him yet simultaneously bludgeon his head in, ā€œwanna fuck?ā€
You reeled back, incredulous, but he quickly grabbed your head with both his hands, gently drawing you in. ā€œWhat?ā€Ā Ā 
ā€œI mean,ā€ and he giggled, ā€œwhat better use of a favor for than me to rid you of your virginity?ā€
You gasp, struggling in his hold to no avail. ā€œWhy would you assume Iā€™m a virgin? I have plenty of experience, thank you very muchā€”ā€
All the man does is snigger, despite your glare at him and looks at you, peering at you through his eyelashes with an oh-so-adoring smile. ā€œIt was clear how much you soaked through your panties that last time youā€™re a virgin, baby.ā€ And you canā€™t help but whimper, reduced to a melting mess because of his sweet words.Ā 
He laughs meanly. ā€œIf youā€™re not a virgin, you better not be soaked right now, baby. Iā€™m kind of excited to see what panties youā€™re wearing this timeā€ He moves his hand between your thighs, and you pliantly spread your legs for him, clenching as his hands rove over your panties in between your skirt. And heā€™s right, because itā€™s almost like youā€™ve wet your panties with the way your slick was flooding out of you because of your proximity with Satoru. ā€œLook at that,ā€ he coos and he pulls his hand away, much to your dismay, to examine his fingers. They glisten vulgarly in the fairy lights in your dorm, and Satoru turns his head to look at you. ā€œSo you gonna let me fuck you?ā€
And that, dear reader, is how you find yourself face down in your plushies on your dorm room bed, clutching them for dear life as Satoru spews dirty talk as if he was born doing it. ā€œSatoru, faster!ā€ you sob, having gone past the initial discomfort of having something in your pussy.Ā 
ā€œSatoru, faster,ā€ he mocks you, grabbing your hips and drilling into your heat, groaning at how youā€™re just so tight. The tears flowing down your face make you even more beautiful as you succumb to your pleasure, one that no one other than Satoru has ever made you feel. ā€œIsnā€™t this what you wanted? For me to fuck you?ā€ You donā€™t answer past your moaning, and that annoys the fuck out of Gojo. He slaps your ass consecutively and canā€™t help but be more aroused looking at the red handprints he leaves. ā€œAnswer me.ā€
ā€œYes,ā€ you moaned, anything to stop his assault on your ass, ā€œI wanted this is sooo bad.ā€ At thatā€”rather than being satiatedā€”Satoru sped up, hitting your spot with the accuracy of a sharpshooter.
ā€œYea, baby?ā€ He laughs, meanly, leaning down to grab you by the chin, forcing you to look at him. His fingers squished your cheeks, thereby pursuing your lips as he tried not to cum from the sight of your eyes rolling back with each stroke into you. From the way you were clenching and pulsing more regularly around him, he could tell you were close. ā€œGonna cum?ā€
You whined, nodding while sobbing into his hands, trying to focus on the feeling of orgasming. It was so close, you could feel it coiling in your bellyā€”
Just for him to rip out of your cavern, leaving you in shambles due to the emptiness you were feeling. ā€œWhatā€”ā€
He tutted, his hand now slowly stroking his cock while he was sitting on his knees, looking down at you. ā€œIā€™m only letting you come if you agree to be my girlfriend.ā€
ā€œGojo, whatā€”ā€
ā€œItā€™s Satoru,ā€ his eyes flared, looking at you with an intensity you hadnā€™t noticed before. ā€œAnd say it. Say youā€™ll be mine.ā€
For a moment, you searched his eyes for any signs. Signs of insincerity, of humor. But all you could find was desperation and yearning. Ever since you kept having your chance encounters with Gojo, you couldnā€™t help but deny the fluttering in your heart; the way his eyes unconsciously looked for you, a mere stranger he had taken interest in, in every crowd made you feel seen in a world where you were otherwise invisible.
And you couldnā€™t help but want to continue being in that world, in his world.
ā€œFine,ā€ you whispered. ā€œIā€™ll be your girlfrā€”ā€
Before you could finish, he smashed his lips into yours, joining them in a messy, wet embrace. His tongue explored your mouth in a way that made you leak even more while he aggressively laid back down on the mattress, effortlessly lifting you onto his crotch and onto his dick. As he thrusted into you, desperately, he couldnā€™t help but continue blabbing sweet nothings.
ā€œIā€™ll treat you so wellā€”haahā€”take you out on dates,ā€ he heaved, eyes watering as he thrusted slowly into you in long, deep strokes. His eyes never left you as he made love to you, his face going up to nuzzle in between your breasts, peering at you through lidded eyes lovingly. ā€œFuck you well every night, show you off to the world.ā€
You could only sob Satoru as you looked at his face through your tears, him doing all the talking for you. ā€œEvery day,ā€ he groaned, his cock pulsing and twitching in your walls, ā€œIā€™ll love you like youā€™re my wife and fuck you like youā€™re my slut. Soā€”ā€ and he took a sharp intake of breath, one that you could interpret as him getting close with the way his hips were continually getting more and more sloppy, ā€œso proud of you, baby. Gonna take care of you.ā€ Then, he meets his eyes with yours as he starts to speed up, hand moving to gently rub at your clit in circles, with such prowess that you know youā€™re not going to last long. ā€œPull youā€”haahā€”pull you aside and see what panties you wore for me that day. Coming insideā€”coming inside and making you walk around with my cum leakinā€™ out of your panties.ā€
And then he whimpers as he loses control. ā€œGonnaā€”ā€ he utters in between short breaths, ā€œgonna come baby. Come with me.ā€
ā€œI will, Satoru,ā€ you whine. ā€œPlease, I wannaā€”I wanna kiss!ā€ Thatā€™s when Satoru canā€™t hold himself back anymore, his cum shooting in ropes inside of you at the innocent gesture you wanted him to do while he was doing such filthy things to you. You come alongside with him, everything so overwhelming as you ride out your orgasm on top of him.Ā 
As youā€™re both settling down from your orgasm, he pulls you offā€”the both of you wincing at the sudden emptinessā€”as he lays you down next to him. Without a word, he nuzzles in between your breasts, giving a content sigh as he literally melts like a cat, relaxed in your embrace. You canā€™t help but giggle at his antics, and he takes his face out of your cleavage to give you a boyish grin. ā€œWhatā€™re you laughing at?ā€ ā€œNothing,ā€ you shake your head. ā€œJust the fact Iā€™m chained to you now.ā€
ā€œHey!ā€ he pouts, moving his arms so heā€™s embracing you tightly, effectively trapping you in. ā€œSay that again and Iā€™m going to sleep on top of you and never leave.ā€
ā€œCanā€™t believe Iā€™m chained to yā€”ā€
Satoru plops on top of you, making a show of tickling your ribs and stomach as you gasp and laugh in surprise. ā€œSatoru!ā€ He doesnā€™t relent, until you feel a familiar liquid ooze and leak out of your pussy.
This time, your shriek of Satoruā€™s name doesnā€™t go unnoticed. At the murderous look on your faceā€“as well as the sheer messiness in between your thighsā€”he gets up. Smiles sweetly. ā€œShould just leave you like this, leaking my cum. Itā€™s only fair for how you ignored me!ā€
At that, he gets a pillow to his face, reminiscent of a kicked puppy as he trudges to your bathroom to clean you up.Ā 
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can you write something with soft dom bestfriend!jake eating out inexperienced!shy!reader after he finds out sheā€™s never done stuff like that before (with lots of praise plz) tyyy
I shied away from the suuuper innocent/shy trope but kept some elements in there
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ā€œNo oneā€™s ever eaten you out before?ā€
ā€œJake!ā€
He throws his hands up like heā€™s asking an innocent questions. ā€œHey, Iā€™m not judging you for it! Itā€™s just thatā€¦youā€™ve hooked you with a few people, havenā€™t you?ā€ Jake watches you hug one of your plushies against your chest.
ā€œOnce.ā€ Your cheeks feel warm and you resist the urge to hide your face behind the soft object. ā€œI donā€™t do it often. You know that.ā€
ā€œThereā€™s nothing wrong with not hooking up. What happened?ā€
You canā€™t meet your best friendā€™s eye. ā€œHe justā€¦finished too soon and didnā€™t do anything else.ā€
ā€œThatā€™s deplorable.ā€
ā€œTell me about it.ā€
ā€œHe didnā€™t want to taste you?ā€
You sigh and lie back down on your mattress, shutting your eyes while keeping the plushie between your arms and pinned against your chest. Jake looks at you and sees your feet planted on the bed as you keep your knees bent. The sleep shorts youā€™re wearing arenā€™t nothing new. Heā€™s seen you wear it plenty of times but tonight, it feels a little bit different.
You, on the other hand, donā€™t feel Jakeā€™s wandering eyes. Youā€™re too mortified talking about this kind of stuff because your best friend is far more experienced with sex than you are. Heā€™s athletic, attractive, and someone who jumped at the chance to sleep around once he started university. You wouldnā€™t consider yourself someone people naturally gravitate towards and despite knowing Jake since the beginning of middle school, sex is the one topic you struggle to talk about with him.
But Jake, the ever persistent best friend who just wants the best for you, wonā€™t let it go. He rarely pries into your sex life and if youā€™re talking to anybody because heā€™s typically the one whoā€™s preoccupied with hookups or casual flings.
Itā€™s currently the peak of spring and itā€™s starting to get warmer outside. One of your windows is cracked open and amidst your inner turmoil, you hear the crickets chirping outside. You donā€™t see Jakeā€™s eyes glance over your bare legs and how he gulps when his gaze reaches the shirt youā€™re wearing thatā€™s riding up to show a small portion of your stomach.
ā€œNot all of us have a lot of experience, okay?!ā€
ā€œHey! Thereā€™s nothing wrong with you.ā€
ā€œI didnā€™t say there was anything wrong with me.ā€
ā€œNo,ā€ Jake says, pulling the plushy from your arms and throwing it beside him, ā€œbut I know you better than you know yourself. I know you compare how many people youā€™ve slept with to me.ā€
You evert his eyes. ā€œThereā€™s nothing wrong with sleeping around.ā€ Your best friend laughs.
ā€œI know. It doesnā€™t make me happy anymore but thereā€™s nothing wrong with wanting to have sex, Y/N.ā€
You huff and pull yourself up on your elbows to look at Jake. His annoyingly boyish charms and freshly dyed, dark brown hair make him look like a supermodel underneath your ambient lighting. The room is dimly lit with hues of pink and yellow, and you donā€™t know if Jakeā€™s looking extra delectable because of the light or because youā€™ve started to look at him differently.
ā€œEasy for you to say. People want to have sex with you.ā€
Jake bites back a retort. ā€œI bet people want to have sex with you too.ā€ You roll your eyes.
ā€œIf I were a guy, Iā€™ll bet I could stare at a girl and know Iā€™d be getting some.ā€ You hear him laugh but that does nothing to quell your embarrassment. Jake sits up and scoots closer until heā€™s looking down at you.
ā€œWhat is it that you really want?ā€
ā€œJaeyun.ā€
ā€œI dunno, maybe if you say it then youā€™ll manifest it, or some shit.ā€ Jake doesnā€™t know why but he likes that you canā€™t make eye contact with him.
ā€œIā€¦ā€
You finally look at him. He tilts his head and nods once. ā€œGo on.ā€
ā€œI justā€¦I want someone to make me feel good, okay?ā€
ā€œThat canā€™t be all you want. Thereā€™s gotta be something more.ā€
ā€œI want a guy to eat me out. Happy?ā€ Itā€™s embarrassing to say out loud. Jake grins.
ā€œVery. Now youā€™re manifesting this into reality.ā€
ā€œYouā€™re really weird, Jake.ā€ He laughs.
ā€œSo you tell me.ā€ He brings his finger up to your bare knee and traces a random pattern that makes you feel tingly. Itā€™s a new feeling around your best friend and you look at him curiously.
ā€œMore guys should eat girls out,ā€ he says, cutting the silence abruptly. ā€œGuys say theyā€™re good at fucking but they never get anyone off.ā€
You groan. ā€œEverybody sucks. It seems like no guy likes to go down on a girl, or whatever.ā€
ā€œSome do.ā€
ā€œYou mean to tell me there are some guys who actually like eating a girl out?ā€
ā€œYes.ā€ Jake looks down at you and holds your eye. He doesnā€™t move and you watch as his fingers start to grip the comforter. You speak after a long pause. He doesnā€™t break eye contact.
ā€œA-Are you saying you like to do that?ā€
He doesnā€™t let up the eye contact. ā€œI love it. Could do it forever.ā€
You gulp. ā€œR-Really?ā€
Jake nods. ā€œYeah.ā€
ā€œWhat do you like about it?ā€ Your voice, ever so timid and testing the waters, makes him excited.
He licks his lips. ā€œI like the taste the most. Always so nice and wet. Sweet, almost. I like the way it feels too. Makes me think Iā€™m about to die.ā€
ā€œIsnā€™t that a bad thing?ā€
ā€œNo. Iā€™d be happy if eating pussy was the last thing I did.ā€
The look he gives you is unlike anything youā€™ve ever seen from him before. His mouth twitches while he sits in front of you and youā€™re beside yourself when you rub your legs together. Jake doesnā€™t make a move to touch you but his steady gaze makes you squirm.
ā€œAre youā€¦offering?ā€
Jake chuckles. ā€œWould it be bad if I was?ā€ Not really.
ā€œHonestly? Not reallyā€¦ā€
ā€œLet me take your shorts off, mkay?ā€
Jake hooks his fingers around your flimsy sleep shorts and pulls them down slowly as you feel the fabric glide against your inner thighs. The cool air provides an electric shock to your mound and you realize then just how wet youā€™ve become.
Your best friend opens up your legs to little resistance and finds you too cute when you bunch up your pillows to rest your back against it. He toys with you for a moment, using his thumb to gently brush over your slit while grunting at how wet your panties have become. Jake pulls them aside and is met by the place you need him the most.
ā€œDo you want me to eat your pussy, baby?ā€
ā€œYes,ā€ you moan, feeling his warm breath over your wet folds.
Jake doesnā€™t answer you. Instead, he pushes his head down and spreads his tongue all over you and moans at the first taste. Youā€™re so warm and tense underneath his touch and his hands come to your thighs to keep them pried open but at the same time, Jake rubs his palm all over your skin to soothe your rigidness.
His hands support your legs too, forcing them open when you start to close in. It feels like heā€™s spreading you apart across the board and looking down at him makes your heart beat even faster. Jake looks so lost in his own pleasure while making you feel good too. His eyes are closed and his lashes kiss his cheeks in a way that makes him look heaven sent.
His tongue feels amazing and this sensation is unlike anything youā€™ve ever felt before. The wet slurping and constant pressure feels like youā€™re about to burst into a million pieces at any moment and youā€™re sure youā€™d become addicted to this if every guy made you feel the way your best friend does.
It should feel weird to have him touching you like this. Youā€™ve only thought about him in the bedroom a handful of times before shaming away these feelings towards your best friend but looking down at him with his eyes closed and tongue pressed so deep inside of you makes your legs shake and toes curl.
You come without a warning and Jake encourages your loud string of moans when he licks you clean, lapping your wetness up like a dog drinking water. Jakeā€™s face is so messy and so wet with your sheen and his spit before he wipes himself with the back of his hand.
He looks up at you before you can get a word out. ā€œLet me do that again.ā€
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ā€” the signs who I personally believe are really misunderstood by their peers are often capricorns and aquarius because of their saturnian tendencies where they become the mature, bigger person or are aloof of how they're presenting themselves, they always think they know better or people feel very intimidated by their personalities and, because people don't understand them, they alienate them,
ā€” aries and scorpio as they are very intense, over confident people, other's might feel put-off by them, they can be very controlling and have a "I don't care" kind of personality that doesn't usually goes well with others, their ways of always trying to make themselves clear and understood causes the opposite effect, they are often misjudged as villainous or mean,
ā€” geminis are also put in a place of having to know better, not given a chance or space to mess up as they are very intelligent people and show it, others might have big expectations which are often not met since they prefer to do what makes them happy and makes them curious, they tend to over-inflate themselves, or the opposite, and people take their words too seriously or not at all, very polarizing sign.
ā€” a stellium in 4th can be super difficult to deal with, specially if it falls on not easy planets like mars, or saturn, uranus, or pluto. These people are always dragged back to their family issues no matter how much they try to escape, their parents maybe gave them too much responsibilities as little kids or vented to their child without thinking of the consequences, if these people ever decide to have a family they should always consider if they're doing it because they want to or because it is what's expected of them.
ā€” chiron in social signs as gemini, aquarius and libra feel very alienated at all times, having social interactions is a learning experience for them, whether is good or bad, I also notice people usually get obsessed with them? They don't respect these peopleĀ”s space or it could be the other way around, to me is a placement where you'll learn to not be socially inept or teach people how to treat you right for some reason?
ā€” saturn IS a complicated planet, it depends on the person's other planets and aspects how they deal with saturn, a person with moon conjuct saturn has a harder time dealing with their emotions than a capricorn moon. Even when the energies are similar, they don't have the same impact.
ā€” now, a person with a capricornian stellium or dominant does deal with the saturn energy much comfortably than a person with sun trine saturn, because they were born with it. I personally believe you accommodate, or your aspects accommodate to you as you grow and evolve as a person.
ā€” a pisces stellium, specially if is on moon or ascendants, is very perceptive to other's opinion on them, not in a superficial way but more on a "does this person thinks i'm being fair or mean?" Let's not forget the sister sign of Pisces is Virgo, so these signs also share the analytical or more neurotic way of seeing the world. A Pisces Rising is very self-aware of how they come off to people or how they are seen, they might not show it or say anything about it, a Pisces mercury might be self-conscious about how they approach others, how their voice sounds or how they come off when talking.
ā€” I do believe leo's have a harder time being appreciated by people, as they devote to other's so easily they could neglect themselves in the process. Is the kind of person who is always looking out for someone to make happy or to make them feel comfortable because is something they want reciprocated. But this is a thing that can happen to fire signs a lot, they can be overbearing or too kind to people that it ends up backfiring on them, they have a very childlike mentally.
ā€” is true what they say, a 12th house stellium in a natal chart makes the person passive and/or too in their own world, they have premonitions in dreams, but I've also seen these individuals have a really hard time with sleep, they have paranormal experiences a lot that some of them are used to it. They can be in some sort of medication, but not all, and not always these people are medicated or doing substances, they have an easier time to have out-of-body experiences, like lucid dreaming or sleep paralysis, these can occur because these people are super sensitive and get easily drained and stressed. Is important they are taking care of their energy at all times, I've met many that have one, two or more 12th house placement where I've found out some other person has been doing some sort of witchcraft on them, or have a big negative energy that this 12th houser sucks accidentally.
ā€” having a mercurial dominant or rising can be super difficult when it comes to feeling, they tend to rationalize everything too much, are easily distracted and indulgent, they are very, very anxious at all times on all situations, even if they show otherwise. they overthink things too much, are the kind to be incredibly self-aware or completely out of touch with themselves.
ā€” the ascendant aspecting negatively the mercury gives the individual speech impediment or a very shy personality, an almost inaudible voice or a raspy one, people with this placement have a harder time getting their thoughts across, or people might misinterpret them.
ā€” keeping the conversation going, mercury negatively aspecting saturn makes a shy and reserved person, someone who, as a kid or a teen, has problems with being heard, or people simply didn't care or asked for this person's opinions, they might had been very codependent on an adult or somebody else to talk or to get to be seen, as they grow older they learn to communicate rather excellently, they might want to treat their shyness or whatever problem they have with unwanted attention or negligence
ā€” neptune in personal houses like the 1st, 7th, 4th or 10th is really tricky. you might ignore gut feelings bout certain individuals, or on the contrary, believe someone is good when they aren't. these people can be their own worst enemies as they are super perceptive of how they come across to others, or how others make them feel.
ā€” neptune in the 1st is common on actors and models and singers, usually on famous people, because they can create a fantasy of how they want people to see them, or act like chameleons around people, this creates a series of identity crisis during their lives.
ā€” neptune in 7th is prone to feel things that really aren't there? they convince themselves somebody hates them or likes them for just one interaction, these individuals are like a sponge in social situations and they take everything somebody tells them to the heart. they also are known to lie a lot to people on behalf of good manners, they like to be liked.
ā€” neptune in 4th house has a really confusing or unclear family situation, they might adopt the role of the parent when they shouldn't, or are treated as a child even as an adult, something in their family, in what they think is normal growing up, isn't. the most likely to stay in a bad situation for many, many years because they don't know any better, or think it's normal.
ā€” neptune in 10th, although it deals with fame and impersonal relationships, to me, is just as fundamental as the houses listed above. they don't see themselves through their own eyes, or feel like they depend on other's perceptions on themselves too much, they are confident, or pretend it really well. these individuals know how to act the part, how to commit to the bit, they never feel that sense of belonging anywhere, because they might show different parts of their personalities to different people
ā€” for me, the hardest moons to have are capricorn, scorpio and virgo.
ā€” capricorn moon is a strictly analytical sign, they don't feel comfortable in the moon as is where the emotions and insecurities shine the most.
ā€” scorpio moon is a very intense sign, as opposite to the Capricorn, they can be super emotional, or completely numb, very extremist and their emotions are black or white, polarizing.
ā€” virgo moon is extremely difficult, they don't like to have to feel things, they like to think and act with precaution and it's hard for them to let their emotions slip, the kind of friend who'd have the most practical advice to all sort of topics, a helpful hand in all situations, but when it comes to them as individuals, they let themselves be too much, their head is always at a thousand percent. From what I've gathered of this moon is that, yes, they are neurotic when it comes to certain things, but completely careless to others, and it's usually to themselves, you won't ever see a Virgo moon misbehave or dress bad, but they can hold a lot of suppressed shame or anger or sadness, like they tie it with a bow in a box and keep it locked.
ā€” lastly, no aspect or moon or sign is bad, they are just more difficult than others, there are people with easy aspects, like sun sextile or trine jupiter, they are prone to idealization and inferiority complexes. it's true that a person that has the harmonious aspects is lazier or gets unmotivated way easier. nothing is really set in stone, you can have a moon conjunct saturn and a cancer mercury in 9th house, your way of expressing yourself is more reserved, but optimistic and even childlike. when it comes to astrology, every single aspect and sign, and house counts to describe a person.
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Ok so what do you think would make a monster INSTANTLY attracted to someone. And then how do you think they would vocalize/show it?With said monsters being orcs, merfolk, centaurs, driders, werewolves, and vampires
Okokok so these are all obviously just my opinion :) but here we go:
šŸ§Œ I think in orc culture the women initiate romantically and sexually just as much as the men, as opposed to human culture where the men generally are expected to initiate more. So I think any orc would find it hot if you were the one to flirt and initiate contact first.
- They like humans who know what they want and go for it.
- They like humans who can hold their liquor. They just think it's hot.
- They like humans who are a little vulgar. Who swear and shout and are a little rowdy maybe?
- So if you want to attract an orc your best bet would be to just go up to one and flirt heavily with them. If they like you they'll think it's hot that you show your attraction so boldly and they'll flirt back just as hard.
šŸ§œMerfolk generally keep to themselves and their underwater cities. For a merfolk to be swimming in shallow waters means they're probably curious about the surface already.
- These merfolk will be instantly intrigued by a human who is as interested in them as the merfolk is with the surface. They just really like humans who try and talk to them, frantically ask them questions about their species and just seem enamored with their existence.
- A merfolk will fall for a human who brings them cool human stuff they've never seen before and enthusiastically tells them stories about the surface world.
- They'd appreciate humans who aren't scared to swim with them. They know the water is not a humans natural place and that it takes a lot of trust for them to be so vulnerable. They'd straight up take that as a confession of love from the human.
šŸŽ In my head centaurs are often depicted as strong stern types. Like noble warriors and such so I think they'd admire humans who are resourceful and independent.
- They won't like any human who disrespects nature. Killing unnecessarily or destroying/ littering wildlife is an absolute no go.
- They like outdoorsy humans who like nature walks or mountain climbing, that kind of shit. Anything from fishing to bird watching really.
- They find archery very attractive for some reason.
- Centaurs are known for being steely and almost cold so if one likes you they probably won't show it immediately but slowly over time by engaging in your shared interests.
šŸ•·ļø I think driders are often starved for affection. In my headcanon, driders don't get much affection from their parents because they're very independent and able from a young age so they're never really coddled as children.
- So I think driders would like a human who treats them very gently and sweetly despite not needing too at all because they're fierce hunters.
- They're not the most approachable monsters with their eight beady eyes and venom filled chelicerae. They don't initiate with humans much because they know they can be frightening. It can be isolating for them so they'd love if a human showed no fear towards them and instead treated them as if they were cute rather than scary.
- They'd be absolutely smitten if a human coddled and babied them, calling them grossly sweet petnames like "cutey", "darling" or "baby" while caressing their face gently. Just treating them with such care even though they could kill the human very easily. They might even cry from the affection.
šŸ¦‡ I think vampires appreciate humans who aren't childish but still have a love for life. People who are lively and curious about the world but still mature and driven.
- I think humans who are exciting and have a thirst for life is what attracts vampires cus it helps them reignite their own love for life which may have dwindled after so many years of being immortal.
- Humans who are reckless with their own lives are a turn off. Vampires already have to experience losing many close ones due to immortality so I don't think they'd appreciate someone who disregards their life or the lives of others carelessly.
- Vampires are harder to categorise because they all come from different backgrounds and stuff but I think if a vampire liked a human most of them would have to know one for a while before bringing up anything serious. They understand the stakes (hah) of falling in love with humans and act accordingly.
šŸŗ Dog people. Werewolves like dog people. Sorry I know it's basic but I think werewolves are often simple creatures so what attracts them is relatively simple. Nothing wrong with that.
- They see a human walking their dog and they just go "I have a chance!!"
- They like humans who smell like their dog or have dog fur on their clothes, they think it's cute.
- They think it's so cute when humans baby talk dogs while giving them pets. It makes their own tails wag sometimes.
- Now that doesn't mean they like being treated like dogs cus they don't. They just think a dog person is a huge green flag in humans.
- Don't worry, this doesn't mean they hate cat people but they are more likely to flirt and initiate conversation with someone who has a dog or who smells like they own a dog.
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Hello! Your headcanons on Wukong/Destined One had me giggling so much šŸ˜Š they're so great, couldn't stop rereading.
Um, if it's alright, can I ask for some Wukong/Destined One x Reader with their baby? Feral daddy monkey in his nesting phase with his mate and baby is soā€” šŸ¤­
Absolutely! I have a lot of thoughts and the people demand more monkey business- so let's get down to it.
ā¤ Wukong
Starting with the pregnancy~
He is ELATED.
The idea of a proper heir had never crossed his mind because well- he's immortal. He doesn't need one. But that doesn't mean the idea of his own flesh and blood isn't positively exciting.
There's a chance he knows you're pregnant before you do. What with all of his special powers and heightened senses.
Celebrates privately with you of course but it becomes a mountain-wide event very quickly.
You are showered with praise and blessings by all the monkeys.
He will never miss a chance to brag that he's going to have a baby. And he's definitely smug about it too, thinks your child is going to surpass even his power.
When you start showing he gets more smothering.
Don't forget our king's fatal flaw! He thinks he knows what's best.
Will limit how much you travel and makes sure you always have at least two attendants by your side while he's gone.
Which, once you get further along, isn't often. There were plenty of superstitions about pregnancy in ancient China, as well as a high infant mortality rate- and that's not even counting what complications could happen due to the magical nature of your child. So he'd be stressed.
He expresses stress through aggression (canon), though it's never pointed at you. He'd be fiercely protective over the mountain, but especially any of the areas you regularly stay in. He'd be very snappy at everyone for the entire second half of the pregnancy, except you of course, who he'd be showering with praise and reverence.
Likes holding your stomach while you rest and tells your baby about the great lineage they're being born into, recounting his titles and strength and promising them they'd be greater.
He's hoping for a boy, but he's assured his child will be spectacular regardless of the gender.
When you give birth he will be extremely focused. He can't afford to be weak in a moment when you need him most. (Though your cries of pain and effort will certainly make his heart ache.)
As you're holding your baby for the first time, his teasing, smug attitude is nowhere to be seen. He just looks at you as if you'd given him the universe itself.
Cutest baby ever might I add šŸ‘†.
It's a Chinese tradition that only immediate family is allowed to meet the baby for the first 100 days after it's born, so it'd just be you and him for a majority of three months unless you invite your family to meet them.
In traditional fashion, on the 100th day a banquet is held to officially introduce the baby to everyone. And MY GOD would it be an event...
Besides all of the monkeys on the mountain who want to celebrate their new prince/princess, I can't even imagine how many celestials and demons would come to pay their respects and blessings- be it out of fear or respect.
Either way, expect a very long day and a LOT of gifts.
^ Wukong doesn't leave your side for the entire day. I dare someone to try and pull something.
You'd expect with his trickster personality that he'd be a very lenient dad, but Wukong is surprisingly dutiful in making sure your child doesn't turn out lazy or ignorant.
That by no means is to say he wouldn't be a wonderfully playful father. He'd have a wonderful connection with his child, and his most important lesson to them would be to respect their mother ;)
More of a one kid kind of guy, so he'd probably stop after the first, unless you had twins or triplets.
As protective as he was with you when you were pregnant, he's pretty chill with the actual kid. He knows they're durable and will let them get roughed up doing dumb stuff.
Carries them around hanging off his tail and will pretend like he doesn't know where they went.
It's like how cats will let their babies 'sneak up on them' to encourage them to keep trying. He does the same thing with your kid when they try to trick him.
Your baby would be the most respectful little shit ever. A little shit nonetheless, but would do anything for you or their father.
All the monkeys on the mountain help keep an eye on the little sage so you'll never feel lost or alone in parenting. It's very much a joined effort and your baby will see the other monkeys as their family as well!
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Give him a bunch of babies I beg you.
He'd get addicted, he wants a big family for SURE.
When you first tell him you're pregnant he'll probably take some time to fully soak it in.
You'll be used to being patient with him at this point, but I imagine something like this is really nerve wracking so don't feel bad if you rush him for a response.
He'll put a hand on your stomach as if he's checking for himself before picking you up and smothering you with love.
He's not a chatty guy but he'll let you know how happy he is!
^ That being said, during your pregnancies is the most talkative he'll ever be.
He doesn't want you to stress about communicating and knows your body is going through a lot so he pushes himself to talk more to make sure you get everything you need.
That doesn't mean he'll be a chatterbox by any means. More than nothing is still very slim :')
Expect a lot of one word questions.
Trusts you more than he trusts his own instincts. His instincts tell him you shouldn't be climbing or moving around much- but if you want to, who's he to tell you what to do? He's not the one pregnant šŸ¤·ā€ā™€ļø
Follows you around like a guard dog when you do though, doesn't matter what you're doing.
Somehow even more physically affectionate than normal. Will insist on holding your hand when you walk so you can lean your weight on him.
When you start showing he'll be amazed. It's not that he's never seen a pregnant person before but like... That's his baby in there and he can't believe it.
His favorite thing to do is lay his head against your stomach while you're resting. Will kiss your skin and adore the life you're making.
You can catch him whispering things to your baby while he's resting his head on your stomach.
Your body is going to ache and he is more than happy to massage it for you. He doesn't even need an excuse to touch you, but he'll find them anyway.
Once you get further along and it gets harder for you to get around, he'll pick you up and take your wherever you want to go- within reasonable distance from your home of course. Not because he can't take you further, he just doesn't want to in case something happens.
But he wants to make sure you get fresh air and still see the beauty outside of your bed.
Doesn't trust anyone to watch you. It's him or nothing.
Makes offerings and prays to the goddess of childbirth. He does this a few times before you catch him and start helping.
He's a bundle of nerves when you're giving birth. If you weren't preoccupied, it'd probably be painfully obvious how nervous he was.
Holds you while you hold your baby and will not stop telling you how much he loves you and how perfect the baby is.
Gets baby fever bad.
Baby will be spoiled, and so will any other baby after that.
Huge advocate for carrying the baby. If you're not opposed to it, he probably carries them more than you.
Has the most deadpan look on his face as he looks at this baby but he has so much adoration for his little miracle.
Stressing over your baby crying in the middle of the night? Not with him! He's at that babies beck and call.
Watching a nearly mute man deal with a curious child is definitely amusing and you get a front row seat.
Your children kind of just accept that their dad doesn't talk much, but he'll always tell them he loves them if they say it to him.
Takes them everywhere with him so he can teach them. Is SO proud when the oldest starts helping teach the younger ones.
He's proud of them in general honestly.
Your kids are going to be super loving and curious. I think he'd foster really healthy relationships between all of them.
You'd have a whole team taking care of you if you ever got sick.
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Jokes In The Cloud (Carlos Sainz x Comedian!Reader)
No Face Claim. All the pictures are from Pinterest.
CONGRATULATIONS TO CARLOS ON WINNING HIS SECOND GP THIS SEASON!!
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y/bff/user you forgot to take mešŸ˜”šŸ˜” punchlineprincess y/bff/user sorry bbg, next trip with you alonešŸ˜˜šŸ˜˜ y/cousin/user you annoy us morešŸ™‚ y/mum/user not a nice thing to say Y/N punchlineprincess y/mum/user I was jokingšŸ˜…šŸ˜… user1 if someone saw her IG they would think she's a modelšŸ˜šŸ˜ user2 God I've seen what you've done for others, when is it my turnšŸ„²šŸ„² user3 pretty and funny. I want her!!ā¤ļøā¤ļø
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The gears in my head my turning, I didn't know what I was supposed to do. I still had to refine my script; I was sure I could do it if I have a few hours. "Sweetheart, dinner's ready" my dad called out from the bedroom door. "Dad, I have to leave" I stated. "To where?" my dad asked, walking in. "You know that Netflix special I was gonna film" I began, he nodded along, "well, they want to film it on Monday" I finished. "That's in a day" he stated. "2, since it's in New York" I explained. "Cassidy will send me my tickets, but I think I'll be leaving now" I spoke. "Sorry about ditching the family trip. I know how important it was for you" I mumbled. "It's okay, darling. This is bigger. This will catapult you to fame like you always wanted, I mean I'm already so proud of you but this is still bigger" he explained trying to calm me. "Me and your mum will help you pack, come on" he said and called my mum.
The two of them helped me pack my bags. He explained how my Netflix special would be filmed soon and I would be leaving soon to everyone. All my younger cousins and nieces and nephews were so excited. Cassidy sent me the tickets. I made sure to pack everything while my mum fed me, it was chaos in the best way possible. "I'll be leaving now" I hugged my parents good bye. "Can't wait to watch it" my aunt spoke patting my back. "Mention us" one of my younger cousin's spoke. "I'll try" I laughed. My niece kissed my cheek wishing me good bye. My nephew wasn't ready to let me go yet, my brother had to pull him off me.
I waved good bye as the taxi left the resort, my family waving back as I disappeared. The ride to the airport was short, I was too busy going through my material to notice when I reached the airport. I paid the taxi driver and hauled my luggage to the check-in desk. The person behind it, checked me in and I was headed to immigration. This was the first time I noticed that I was sitting first class. When did my manager have this kind of money to book first class. I'd have to bring it up with her once I had the time.
I got done with all the formality and headed to the waiting area, where I spent my time going through my script and tweaking it ever so often. I downed a RedBull to try to align myself to New York time, so that I can combat the jet lag.
As the speaker's announced the boarding for my flight, I grabbed all my stuff with the plan to finish it up on the plane. The air-host lead me to my seat. I noticed a man sat on the seat next to mine, he looked an awful lot familiar, until it hit me that it was Carlos Sainz; my heart started pounding. I walked up to my seat, put my luggage away and sat down. My hands were shaking by the time I sat down, pulling my laptop out. I started typing away with shaky hands. "Is that a script?" a voice came from beside me. I turned around to find Carlos with his head turned, trying to figure out what's written. "Yeah, I'm a comedian, this is a script for my show" I tried to speak as confidently and calmly as possible. "That's cool. I'm Carlos, Carlos Sainz" he introduced himself. "I'm Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N" I shook his hand. "I'm a Formula One driver, maybe you'e heard about me" he further elaborated. I know, I've been obsessed with you for years, my poor brother has to listen to me talk about you for hours after every race, analysing the whole race. I have a fan account called carloslover, were the thoughts running through my head. "Yeah, I must've heard about Formula One some where" I said tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Well it's nice to meet you" Carlos said. "It's nice to meet you too" I said with a smile. "I'll let you get back to your work" Carlos said pointing at my laptop.
I spent a couple more minutes working on it before I was disturbed by Carlos, not like I was complaining; "I'm sorry but I'm kind of curious about what the script your working on is about" Carlos spoke slowly. "I'm filming a Netflix special in New York. So, I'm fine tuning my script" I chuckled. "Oh, sorry for disturbing you" Carlos replied sheepishly. Damn, he looked so cute, I caught myself fawning at him. "Ah, it's nothing." I quickly looked away, "I love when people are interested in what I do" I smiled. "Then, I will continue to annoy you a bit" he laughed. "Be my guest" I smiled back.
A few more tweaks and a good hour later, I was able to close the laptop, happy with the script I had at hand. "I'm guessing you're done" Carlos chimed in. "I am" I said stretching a little. "Maybe you could practice a bit with me" Carlos suggested. "I do want to practice my crowd work" I thought out loud.
"So, Carlos are you really a full time driver or a model? I can't really tell" I said. Carlos's face turned red, "Is this how you do crowd work?" he trailed. "I, no, can't let the opportunity to flirt with a man as handsome as you go" I smirked. Carlos's blush only deepened, "So, I'm special" he laughed. "Obviously" I shrugged. "If it's anything, I thought you were a model and not a comedian" he retorted. "I get that a lot. But doesn't work in my profession when people don't think pretty people tell good jokes" I retorted back. "I've never heard any of your jokes, but I'm sure you're funny since Netflix wants you" Carlos said. "Hope so" I said holding up my hands with crossed fingers.
I felt like the time flew by, as Carlos kept me company. Just as the flight was about to land; "Will I see you again?' Carlos asked hopefully. "You could, if I had your number" I remarked. Carlos pulled his phone out and handed it to me. I put my number in and called myself. "I'll see you soon." I winked as I saved Carlos's number. "Can't wait" Carlos replied, smiling at me as we grabbed our luggage to leave.
Cassidy was waiting for me as I exited the airport. "I'm so sorry, I should've checked my emails" she apologised grabbing my bag. "It's fine, let's go. I'm exhausted" I replied grabbing my bag back. We caught an uber back to the hotel. I rehearsed my script with Cassidy for the next few hours, trying not to memorise it so it would sound genuine.
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punchlineprincess Done filming my first special, can't wait for it to airšŸ„¹šŸ„¹
y/bff/user I'M SO EXCITEDšŸ¤­šŸ¤­ user4 I'll watch it just to see that outfitšŸ˜ user5 so prettyšŸ˜šŸ˜ y/mum/user so proud of my babyšŸ’– y/dad/user my baby's all grown upšŸ˜­ā¤ļø
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punchlineprincess Joked my way into his lifešŸ«£šŸ«£
y/bff/user ooohhhh who is this??šŸ‘€šŸ‘€ y/dad/user what is this behaviour y/n??? user6 OMG!!! I love thisā¤ļøā¤ļø user7 the best couple ever and idek the guyšŸ˜…šŸ˜… user9 y/n being sporty wasn't in my bingo cardšŸ¤·ā€ā™€ļøšŸ¤·ā€ā™€ļø user10 the golf date!!!ā¤ļøā€šŸ”„ā¤ļøā€šŸ”„ user11 I want to go to an art museum with my lover and imitate art like thatšŸ˜šŸ˜ user12 this is so Carlos coded plus he's in the likesšŸ˜£šŸ˜£
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punchlineprincess I may have gone overboard for the premier at homešŸ„²šŸ˜…
y/bff/user I'M SCREAMING WHILE WATCHING ITšŸ„¹šŸ„¹ y/mum/user my babyā¤ļø carlossainz55 so proud of you ā¤ļøLiked by Author user13 what does Carlos mean by that, like he knows heršŸ™‚šŸ‘€ user14 the funniest shit i've watched in a whilešŸ¤£šŸ¤£ user15 loved this so much!!!ā¤ļøšŸ¤£ user16 finally the real comedian that's getting the recognition she deservesšŸ˜‚šŸ˜‚
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punchlineprincess Sorry I'm not normal about my boyfriend winning his second race this seasonšŸ˜­šŸ˜­
carlossainz55 I think having you there was my lucky charmšŸ€ā¤ļø punchlineprincess carlossainz55 aww!! but it was your big brain and hard workā¤ļøā¤ļøšŸ„¹ y/bff/user aww!! watching both my babies win respectively šŸ˜­šŸ˜­Liked by carlossainz55 and punchlineprincess y/dad/user good job CarlosšŸ‘ Liked by carlossainz55 user12 I should've known after those datesšŸ¤¦ā€ā™€ļøšŸ¤¦ā€ā™€ļø user20 seeing her hug his mom when he won was so cutešŸ˜­šŸ˜­ user21 the most unlikely couplešŸ„¹šŸ„¹ user22 I get it Carlos, I get itšŸ˜šŸ˜ user23 Vamos Carlos!!šŸ‘šŸ‘ user24 I want a full timeline how everything went downšŸ˜© user25 I'm so happy I got to witness this racešŸ˜­šŸ˜­ user26 she was so sweet to all the fans and even took pictures with us!!šŸ˜­šŸ„¹
After the race win celebrations on the podium and the team, after the interviews when I finally got him all to myself; "I'm so proud of you baby" I whispered as I pressed a kiss on his lips. "I'm so happy you got to see me win" Carlos mumbled not letting go. "I can't believe instead of watching you on TV I got to watch you in real life" I said pulling away. "I don't know why you lied to me when we met" Carlos laughed. "Well I couldn't tell you I'm @ carloslover on Instagram and Twitter and I've been in love with you since you debuted" I laughed. "I think I wouldn't have paid much attention since you're so pretty" Carlos smiled running his hands down my sides to rest on my waist. "Well I'm a Carlos lover and I am Carlos's lover. It's a win win" I smiled, "You and I both, princessa, you and I both" Carlos captured my lips in another, yet steamy kiss pulling me closer so my body was touching his, "You are all sticky and smell of champagne", I mumbled against his lips trying to pull away but Carlos pulled me closer, "No" he muttered and continued kissing me. He walked back to sit on the couch pulling me down with him, straddling his lap. He pulled me closer, our bodies touching, his hands roaming mine before they found home on my ass. We pulled away slightly breathless but Carlos than started his assault on my neck, sucking on my sweet spot near my collar bone while pushing me down on his lap. I could feel him grow under me. I pushed him away, "Nope" I said firmly. "No?" he asked cocking his head to the right with his big brown puppy eyes, "We're not doing it here. Let's get back to the hotel, maybe after you smell a little less like alcohol, I'll think about it" I said getting up. "Y/N" he whined holding my hands as I stood in front of him. "Not even for today's race winner" he pouted. "No. Baby, this is your work place. I will do anything and everything you want but out of the paddock" I said. "The car?" Carlos perked up. "Carlos, darling, we'll be on the headline tomorrow reading Carlos Sainz Jr knows how to celebrate his win in Mexico with girlfriend in his black Ferrari" I said. "Fine, Let's go back soon. I can't wait" he humphed before going to change out of his race suit. "I love you" I called out. "TambiƩn te amo" he called back.
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dycefic Ā· 2 years ago
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Tom Saves The World
Everyone knows that itā€™s super-heroes who save the world. They fight the aliens, or the monsters, or the bad guys. And mostly, thatā€™s true.
But not always.
Iā€™m a psychic. The thing is, my range isnā€™t that great. I donā€™t have much detail more than about 36 hours out, 48 for something really big. Iā€™d had a nebulous sort of bad feeling for about a week before this one finally hit, and it was big. Something very tough and very supernatural was going to come up out of the harbor of Nova Roma, and the death-toll was going to be high. Crazy high.
I did all I could. I told the Unaligned Supers Job Placement Agency, and they put the word out to everyone on both sides of the Line. The Henchmanā€™s Union donā€™t like natural disasters any more than anyone else, and theyā€™re often quite helpful against eldritch horrors and stuff like that. Things that donā€™t hire henchmen and ruin the property values.
The trouble was, nobody big was around. The only really big team of heavy hitters on the West Coast were away dealing with some sort of doomsday cult - I never was clear on what that was about - and Guarde and Dog Fox were out of touch and even Mx Frantique was out of town at someoneā€™s wedding. It was going to happen in less than two days and we couldnā€™t find anyone to help and I was seriously considering calling in some kind of bomb threat or something to get people away from the docks, at least.
And then, about eighteen hours out, it justā€¦ went away.
Which never, ever happens.
My powers might be short range, but theyā€™re reliable. I donā€™t get stuff wrong, and I hadnā€™t been able to find any way to prevent what was going to happen, or even been able to identify anyone who could. But someone did. Someone had done something to stop the threat, something that happened literally while I was opening my car door. When I reached for the handle, thousands of people were going to die. By the time the door was open, there was no threat at all.
At first I thought it must have been a ranged thing. Like, whatever Iā€™d been seeing (all those teeth, I saw them in nightmares for months after) had been distracted by something tasty on its way here and gotten off track, that itā€™d come up somewhere up or down the coast. My range isnā€™t that big, either. Anything outside about thirty miles might as well be on Mars for all I know about it. So we kept a watch out, and warned the chapters of the Union and the Agency in other cities.
But nothing happened. Nothing at all. I couldnā€™t explain it, and I was really unpopular for a while. Supers do NOT like people who cry wolf. Thereā€™s enough freaky shit we have to deal with without someone panicking everyone with a dire prophecy that fizzles out.
Thank all the gods that Tunny showed up. Nobodyā€™s really sure what Tunny actually is - sentient fish creature, some kind of really mutated human, an alien, or what. She changes her story a lot. But sheā€™s pretty friendly, especially for a twenty-foot-long horror-movie-mermaid-thing with four arms, so when she came into harbor to pick up some supplies a guy from the Agency went out to tell her what Iā€™d seen. Iā€™d gotten a wharf and dock number, so she went down to check.
I donā€™t think anyone had ever seen Tunny scared before. Her English wasnā€™t good enough to really explain what sheā€™d found hibernating down there, but it was something very old and very powerful and very dangerous, and if itā€™d been woken up my vision would just have been the start of the crisis.
She rounded up a bunch of whales to help her move it, once she was sure it hadnā€™t been agitated and wasnā€™t likely to rouse if moved carefully. They towed it out before dawn, not wanting to scare the civilians, and when I saw the footage from the helicopter the Union sent up, when I saw how big the swell was, how many whales were pulling, I swear I nearly crapped myself. No wonder Iā€™d been getting hints a week in advance. Somehow we dumbass humans had built a whole fucking city almost on top of some kind of Ancient Oldā€¦ THING, and eroded the sea-bottom until it was exposed, and if someone hadnā€™t done whatever it was weā€™d all have been dead long before Tunny arrived. And not just all as in ā€˜all of Nova Romaā€™, it could have taken out half of the continent... or all of it.
It took me years to find out what happened. YEARS. It turned into a kind of hobby, tracking everything that might possibly have come into contact with Wharf 38 on that particular day. Ā 
And what I found, eventually, was a city employee named Thomas Briggs.
Iā€™d found out early on that 38 wasnā€™t in good repair. Not that bad, but not great. It was old, things were getting a bit saggy in a few places, but thereā€™d been no sign that anything was likely to fall off on the day. It had sat there for a couple of years after the crisis that never happened,, doing its job without problems then been rebuilt without any drama at all.
Entirely, completely, and totally because of Thomas Briggs.
The story, when I finally pieced it together, went like this.
Thereā€™d been some project or other to build some sort of high-budget science project over on the other side of the harbor, hanging it offā€™ve Pier 8, the furthest out on that side. Something about tracking sea-life or ships or something. My conversational English is near perfect, Iā€™ve been here for years, but I donā€™t speak science nerd in ANY language. Itā€™d all been approved, some university was covering most of the cost, it was all gonna be fine. And it was gonna be over on 8 because that side of the harbor is the shallow end. Itā€™s where the sailboats go. All the big stuff that would block visual sensors and deafen the thing with engine noise was over in the thirties, in the real deep water.
They were almost ready to install the thing when a bunch of rich dudes suddenly got their panties in a bunch over having a big sciency tower thing ruining the view from their yachts, and tried to get it moved.
To, and Iā€™m sure you guessed this, Wharf 38.
Which was completely insane. It wouldnā€™t be able to do its job over there, itā€™d be way more in the way, and (although they couldnā€™t have known it) the installation would definitely have woken up the Thing sleeping by the wharf and we all would have died. But rich dudes with yachts donā€™t care about that stuff. Theyā€™d bitched out and bribed up their friends on the city council, and those friends had done their thing, and the scientists had been left in the dark, and itā€™d almost gone through. Theyā€™d figured to install it right away, so that when the science guys found out itā€™d be too late and theyā€™d either have to pay a lot to move it or just use it where it was.
Enter Thomas Briggs.
Mr Briggs, Tom to his friends, didnā€™t give a crap about the yachts or the science. He was a senior money guy for the commercial wharfs, the one who figured out things like how much money theyā€™d take in in a quarter, and what the repair budget should be, stuff like that. He found out about this thing two days before the disaster would have happened, and sat down and did the math.
Then he sent out an email to the guys trying to push this through, and he ripped into them like theyā€™d threatened to knife his mother. I got my hands on that email, and I didnā€™t understand a lot of it any more than the council guys would have. It was ALL numbers. But at the top he wrote it out in plain English. Pier 8 was new, and rated to handle the weight of the thingy. Wharf 38 was going to be scrapped in a few years, and it was NOT rated for that kind of structure. Pier 8 had plenty of room around it. Wharf 38 was already a tight fit for the big commercial ships, and adding a structure sticking out on one side would block off at least half of the wharf to those ships completely.
Bottom line, putting the thing on Wharf 38 would cost the city hundreds of thousands of dollars more per year than putting it on 8, AND the city would have to eat the cost if 38 collapsed under it which it could easily do, AND the city would have to pay to move it in a couple of years anyway when 38 was due to be rebuilt.
And he cc-ed every important person he had an email address for, including the mayor, the anti-corruption people, and several reporters.
He must have sent that email right when I was opening my car door.
The whole plan collapsed right there, and some people got fired. There was no news story because the whole plan got killed before the reporters even got to the right office. The installation was started on Wharf 8 a few weeks later and I never connected it to a commercial wharf on the other side of the harbor.
One email, and a man who I never could have located in time, a man who had no powers at all, a man who was just conscientiously doing his job looking after the cityā€™s money saved the city, and the continent, and maybe even the world.
Who could have predicted that? Not me, thatā€™s for damn sure.
I canā€™t deny that I went home and got drunk off my ass that night. Just thinking about how close that had been made my hands shake. One man. One honest man whoā€™d done the math.
I put the word out, once the hangover wore off. What had happened. That Thomas Briggs was the reason we were all alive and everyone better make his life real nice from now on, because heā€™d done what none of us could do and nobody but the supers would ever even know it.
Heā€™s got a lot of luck coming to him, I can tell you. We donā€™t forget debts like that.
And I knew thatā€™d freak him out, because honest men donā€™t like it when people start doing them a lot of favors for no apparent reason, so I tracked him down at the little bar where he likes to have a quiet beer on Friday nights before he goes home. Hell, I was the one whoā€™d gone through it all, back then. I should get to tell him.
I sat down beside him at the bar and looked at him. I saw a thin, small, balding man who looked like he worried too much and didnā€™t get enough sleep, with lines around his eyes. Yeah, he looked like a man whoā€™d do the math. ā€œThomas Briggs?ā€
He blinked at me through his glasses. ā€œYes? Do I know you?ā€
ā€œNo, you donā€™t. My nameā€™s Barkhado Omar, and Iā€™ve been looking for you for a long time.ā€ I offered him my hand and he shook it, still looking confused. Which was fair, ā€˜cause I doubt a lot of seven foot tall Somali women came up to him in bars even when he was young. Heā€™s got to be close to retirement now.
He frowned. ā€œLooking for me? Why?ā€
I smiled at him. ā€œTom, let me buy you a drink and tell you about the day you saved the world.ā€
Itā€™s usually us who save the city, or the world. We have all the intel, all the advantages, all the powers.
But sometimes itā€™s not. Sometimes itā€™s someone like Tom Briggs, doing the right thing at the right time and never knowing that he changed the course of history.
Wild, huh?
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This story is a direct result of me and my ex chatting about how different the entire Marvel Universe would have been if Jeanā€™s first ā€˜resurrectionā€™ - being found in a life pod under a wharf, IIRC - had happened at like... any other time. Earlier. Later. It would have changed SO MUCH.
And we speculated about how it could happen, how someone just puttering around in middle management might have unknowingly saved countless lives, prevented Madelyneā€™s corruption, the legacy virus, all of it, just by postponing that particular set of repairs a bit longer.... and I couldnā€™t resist writing a version of the story in which Tom does, in fact, save the world.
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lilacstro Ā· 5 months ago
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Astro observation pt 7
a lot of posts haha. here we go with our observation series:
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1.People with Sun in 8th/12th house, are very untapped. In the sense, the have a hard time discovering their real self and identity. This might seem a very general knowledge I know, but there is a difference between both these placements, with 8th house, the identity is gained through the transformations the person goes through in their life, this search is temporary yet this keeps on changing with experiences.
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2. However, with people with Sun in 12th house, this search is everlasting it seems. Its confusing, and intimidating to them. There is a lot of struggle. But they do find themselves, and that happens with self discoveries and self talks and findings, finding yourself, is what I mean, it feels like an eureka moment, and once they realize what was always within them, it becomes their shadow and never really leaves.
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3. Often seen gemini moon people laugh off what they are going through and talk about it in a seemingly unimportant way or make jokes about it. I would say, inquire about it when it appears so, its often much serious than how they make it seem and they won't say
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4. People with Leo moon are cancer moons in sidereal. I wonder if this is the reason they have charm to them, and strong wave of feels. They may feel lost when they are with a lot of people, and might feel like they are exhausting themselves by putting up a show. They gain clarity and conscience in solitude, and these people have STRONG feelings about things and people and are very expressive about it. This can also be because moon is super comfortable in cancer. This also adds to the intensified charm these people carry.
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5. Speaking of which, I have often seen you transform into your element when you are the highest on your feels like maybe when angriest or argumentative, I realized this while talking about an experience with my sister. A fire element person may become extremely volatile and raged, A water element person may feel a choke in their throat, shaky knees, watery eyes and overwhelming feels in the chest, a lot of despair, An air element would not stop throwing whatever is going on in their mind even if they regret it later and might say super outrageous things, An earth element person would just retreat after saying a few words when they feel it isnt a place or time to speak, but they will hold it against you, even for a while, if you did something demeaning.
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6. People with 8th house stelliums/moon may dream a lot. Ones with Neptune in 8th house might often have esoteric, mystical, encrypted kinds of dreams.
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7. People with Jupiter in 12th house usually have a very kind inner self and personality and that usually reflects onto others, I have seen this in charts of a few people.
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8. Pluto in 9th house may actually struggle a lot with academics in general. Having a weird tenacity, would go to either extremes. This would however, see a change much later in their lives.
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9. Scorpio mercuries (or maybe water mercuries in general) may have a strong ability to pick up on random words and wide vocabs, like words may come naturally to them even if they might not be aware of the meaning and when you look that up, its a right word to use.
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10. Another observation I have noticed in my family is, wherever Virgo is in your chart, whichever house I mean, is where you are often expected to help or be reached for help. Virgo in 1st, tasks involving their all, their whole self maybe, Virgo in 8th? Advices, problems, secrets and mental help and guidance in hard times, Virgo in 9th? helping with tutoring, morals ethics and grounds, Virgo in 6th? help through sickness, for pets and animals. I can make another self proclaimed theory post lol
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11. Scorpio stelliums and scorpio suns/moons/8th house placements usually have an ability to test the soil from the surface. What I mean is, they complete the puzzle themselves, without having to do anything, it would just come naturally to them, it can be expecting what the plot for a thriller would be, understanding spiritual sciences or things with having limited basic knowledge much better than expected, being able to know about people from mundane information without even meeting them etc.
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12. Virgo people are often fond of doing everything completely, even if it seems they are unorganized or something. Kinds of people who want to read each line of the book, prepare each questions and chapters for the exams, writing everything in detail, without wanting skip anything at all
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13. People with capricorn placements (esp sun, moon, rising) might actually have daddy issues or some kind of unusual thing going on with the father. Maybe he lives distant, maybe he was never there, maybe you get to see them rarely, maybe you dont know how to feel about them, maybe they prioritized earning wealth over family time so you don't know if you should hate them for this or love them for breaking their back, or pure daddy issues.
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14. People with mars in 9th house, might have a lot of trouble focusing while studying, a lot of restlessness, which can cause problems, academically. However, if they are able to channel this effectively, it can turn into a passionate drive for learning and academia, and you will find them being your rivals soon enough.
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15. People with harmonious aspects in moon and Venus/moon and mercury/Venus and mercury/ have smooth talking skills more than often. Making someone feel good even if its your first conversation with them, an ease and charm comes out.
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16. People with gemini moons often have siblings. Also read somewhere that their mother probably had them when she was going through a hard time in some ways or some extreme situations could have happened around birth, maybe weather conditions?
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Hi, coco!
You could make a third part of Eminem x Young Actress Reader, where the reader accompanies him to a game in Detroit and the cameras can't stop focusing on them because Em has never been seen so smiling and affectionate with someone. For the rest you can add what you want. By the way, I love your work and I love that you write about Eminem since almost no one does.<3
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Eminem x Younger Actress Reader
Part 1 : Daddyā€™s Spaghetti
Part 2 : Red Carpet Appearance
AN : thank you for your request ! I hope you liked it. I added my own little twist to it šŸ„°
Ever since your remarked outing at the Oscars, everyone knew you and Marshall were dating, much to your delight. Sure, you would gladly do without the press coverage, but youā€™d be lying if you said it wasnā€™t a tiny bit satisfying to have everyone know that Eminem, hip hopā€™s most eligible bachelor was spoken for, by yours truly, no less. After all, you were not the first (nor the last) public figure to thirst over him and it felt nice to have the ā€œcompetitionā€ know that they should back off. Especially when you were in a long distance relationship : him in Detroit, you in LA. Sure, you trusted each other and often traveled to make it work but, still, itā€™s easy to get jealous, especially when both parties are public figures. Marshall was well aware of your status as Hollywoodā€™s rising star and, since he had been your crush for years, you knew for a fact that he has tons of ladies throwing themselves at him.Ā 
In spite of the distance and a couple of jealousy episodes, the two of you managed to make your relationship work, however. Marshall frequently flew out to LA to record with Dr Dre and other artists and to visit you and, whenever you werenā€™t shooting a movie, you joined him in Michigan. Your relationship was now in the serious state of Ā«Ā weā€™re both hope at each otherā€™s placeĀ Ā». Your living room table was full of CDs and notepads and his living room was made cozy with your favorite crystals (which he always made fun of), scented candles (which he secretly loved) and fuzzy blankets (which he stole whenever you werenā€™t around). The whole relationship, despite trials, felt cozy and domestic. And it was made even better by the fact that Marshall had finally managed to ease up. You tended to blame it on the good critical reception after the Oscars : as soon as the two of you had been spotted together, holding hands, Marshall happily gushing about you to the press, both your fans and his had showered you with love and showed nothing but support. Whenever you were positing, fans (most of the time, respectfully) asked about him and they seemed truly overjoyed by the relationship. From what you gathered in the social media comments, they were also dying for the two of you to be spotted together again. Marshall was pretty much an hermit and not the kind to go out and about when he knew he might be spotted but, on one occasion, he had to oblige the fans.Ā 
His beloved Detroit Lions were playing your Los Angeles Rams at Detroitā€™s Ford Field Stadium and there was no way in hell you would miss the occasion to attend. Knowing how protective of your relationship he could be, you made plans to attend on your own, with a couple of friends who would fly in for the occasion, but Marshall surprised you by actually requesting your presence.Ā 
Donā€™t you want to go with me ? He asked.Ā 
You meanā€¦ on a date ? You clarified.Ā 
I mean there would be other people around, like family, friends and shit but we could be together, he said with a smile.Ā 
You mean you would agree to being spotted with me ?! You asked jokingly. You know I wouldnā€™t be caught dead in Lions apparel !Ā 
What I mean is that Iā€™d be proud to hold your hand, even if youā€™re wearing that stupid Rams hoodie, he grinned.Ā 
Ok, you giggled. As long as Iā€™m not forced to cheer for your team !Ā 
You ended up attending the event in a private suite with a lot of other people. Of course, his children were in attendance, as well as a couple of D12 friends. You had met everyone previously. A couple of months into the relationship, Marshall had organized a dinner for you to officially meet his daughters and everything had gone smoothly. You absolutely loved them, and same went for the friends he had introduced to you on different occasions. At the game, you were also joined by a couple of your friends, that you not so secretly planned on setting up with some of his. In your mind, there was no doubt that Alicia and Porter were meant to be and the Game seemed like the perfect occasion. It was joyful and everyone was really happy to be here. You were donning your favorite Rams apparel, much to Marshallā€™s dismay, but that didnā€™t prevent him from casually holding your hand.Ā 
For how much would you wear Lions apparel ? Your friend jokingly asked.Ā 
Nobody in this room can afford it, you replied with a grin.Ā 
Oh really ? Marshall asked with a smirk.Ā 
How about if you guys get married ? Porter asked. Would you be willing to support the Lions ?Ā 
That would require a HUGE rock, you giggled. But yeah, sure, if we ever get married, Iā€™ll wear Lions gear for all games, except the ones against the Rams.Ā 
Your friends erupted in Ā«Ā oooohsĀ Ā» and Ā«Ā aaaahsĀ Ā». The rivalry between your two teams was enough to fuel a dozen of conversations but, other than that, everyone around you had to agree that you were kind of the perfect couple. Your best friends always pointed out that Marshall was good at keeping you grounded and reminding you of the things that mattered - besides all the LA glitz and glamour - and Marshallā€™s circle seemed happy that you encouraged him to go out of his comfort zone.Ā 
He was usually stressed out whenever there were tons of cameras around. It was unsettling to you, at first, because it was part of the job, but as your relationship progressed and he came with you to some events, he seemed to ease up. Still, he wasnā€™t big on public displays of affection, but you didnā€™t mind. You enjoyed his company nonetheless and you didnā€™t need him to kiss you in public or even hold your hand to be happy to be with him. In settings like football games, though, he was himself - the man you knew and loved in everyday life. He could be seen clapping, shouting, cheeringā€¦ a far cry from the stoic face he arbored on red carpets and magazine covers. And you absolutely loved to see him enjoy himself and have fun. You were enamored with his smile and happy demeanor and you didnā€™t care too much about the 60 000 other people, you only had eyes for him. Obviously, though, as a Detroit native and global superstar, he was one of the centres of attention when Lose Yourself started playing before the game and everyone started singing/rapping along to the lyrics. Everyone in your group watched Marshall, who was definitely in a good mood. So were you, to be honest, and you couldnā€™t help but rap along, this song being one of your favorites ever. As the song ended, you could see Marshall sitting right next to you, trying not to laugh.Ā 
Youā€™re adorable, he chuckled.Ā 
What ? You asked with a giggle. Itā€™s the ultimate stadium song ! And my boyfriend is the one who wrote it !!!Ā 
I love you, he simply said before cupping your face and placing a chaste kiss on your lips.Ā 
That was the last tender moment the two of you shared before the end of the game. When your two favorite teams played each other, there was no romantic involvement anymore. It was all betting, taunting and calling each other names. For the first two quarters, the Rams seemed to dominate, which you gladly shoved in your boyfriendā€™s face, but when the Lions ended up winning, you knew you wouldnā€™t hear the end of it. Despite it all, and in spite of you being a sore loser, Marshall behaved like the perfect boyfriend and pecked you on the cheek, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you exited your suite. His team winning always put him in a celebratory mood and he was more affectionate than usual, not giving a damn what people would see or think. He even went so far as to kiss your lips.Ā 
Of course, in the following hours, the Internet went absolutely crazy over the pictures of the two of you at the stadium. While some accounts were raving about your outfit (because you did put some effort into making that Sports apparel work !), most of them were gushing about Marshallā€™s display of affection and how in love the two of you looked.Ā 
Ā«Ā Look at his smile šŸ„°Ā Ā» commented one, or Ā«Ā Look how in love he looks when sheā€™s rapping his song šŸ˜­ā¤ļøĀ Ā» were a few of the comments you could see under the videos of the event. It was extremely cute and, in moments like these, you felt like the luckiest woman on earth. However, a swarm of other comments started to appear, focusing onā€¦ Marshallā€™s daughters. The three of them were sitting on the row just behind you and they could be seen laughing at your nonexistent rapping skills (all fair, really) and mocking their fatherā€™s display of affection. You didnā€™t take offense at all - youā€™d been there yourself and you knew how icky it could feel, seeing your parent being affectionate with someone in public, but the press and social media accounts seemed to turn it into a family feud. If the headlines were to be believed, neither Alaina, Stevie or Hailie approved of the relationship and thought you were too young for Marshall. They apparently despised you and saw you as the most evil and wicked stepmother who was more than likely after their Dadā€™s fortune. Of course, reality couldnā€™t be further from the truth. Whenever you were in Detroit, you spent a great deal of time with Marshallā€™s daughters and you considered as friends. So much so that you even made plans of your own, that did not include him. It wasnā€™t rare for the four of you to have dinner or go shopping. On occasion, they even visited you in California and you soon planned to go on a girlsā€™ trip in Morocco. So, when Hailie showed you the headline on your phone, everyone burst out laughing.Ā 
Ā«Ā Evil stepmotherĀ Ā», Stevie chortled. Thatā€™s hilarious.Ā 
Is that because of the face you made, Hailie ? When Y/N was rapping ? Alaina chimed in.Ā 
I was making a face because they were corny ! She laughed. Look at Dadā€™s face on the video. Heā€™s all cute and lovey dovey. Of course I wanted to puke !Ā 
Marshall rolled his eyes. He was no stranger to his kids making fun of how in love with you he was but, honestly, he didnā€™t care. For the first time in forever, he was happy and thriving in a relationship. A healthy one, at that. Whenever you were around, he could barely contain his joy and good mood and he often thought he would do anything to make you smile. He hated public attention but he simply loved showing you off and enjoying life with you. However, he had to admit he was a little annoyed by the comments involving your relationship with his daughters. He knew there was no truth to it whatsoever but that didnā€™t make it less annoying. First of all, he hated seeing his kidsā€™ names in the media, especially if it was negative and, secondly, he hated the idea of lies involving all of you, the people he loved the most on this earth. However, the four of you were grown women and he knew better than to say something so he figured it would be best to wait for it to die down.Ā 
Unfortunately, though, the rumors did not die down and the whole thing got blown out of proportion. It wasnā€™t only on social media : press and other media outlets got ahold of the story and even dug up some obscure social media posts and took them out of context. They really made it seem like there was hatred between the girls and you were a mean gold-digger who wanted to estrange Marshall from his children. Nothing could be further for the truth though, and you even celebrated the holidays together. After years spent in the public eye, you tried not to let it get to you but it was hard. Even if some of your past relationships had been publicized, this one was on a whole other level and you had a hard time dealing with the scrutiny. Especially when some people were starting to wish for the end of your career with comments like Ā«Ā What a b****. Hope no one casts her ever again šŸ™„Ā Ā» or Ā«Ā Hope she enjoys her Oscar because she wonā€™t last much longer in Hollywood šŸ’€Ā Ā». You tried not to let your feelings show. Marshall was already annoyed and you didnā€™t want things to get worse. After all, you knew how overprotective he could get over the people he loved.Ā 
A few weeks went by and the attention seemed to die down around the holidays. You had been with Marshall for a year and a half and it was your first time celebrating together. You would spend the days leading up to Christmas in Michigan, go back to your family in California for the holidays and then jet off to a private Island lent by a friend for some vacation time just the two of you. Marshall would even join you in LA to spend some time with your family who was definitely approving of him. They absolutely adored him and considered him a part of the family.Ā 
In the week leading up to Christmas, you were on Christmas tree decoration duty with the girls while Marshall was letting you do your thing. Hailie had come up with some ornaments as merch for her podcast and you thought it would be cute and funny to take a selfie with one of them that said Ā«Ā Shady or NiceĀ Ā». You posted it to your Instagram account with some cheesy caption and didnā€™t pay it too much attention. When you checked the comments, a day or so later, you were surprised at the reaction. What you thought would be a cute nod to your boyfriend and his daughterā€™s podcast ended up in a shitstorm, with people basically accusing you on sucking up to Hailie to get to Marshall. In their mind, you were a master manipulator. Of course, these were just a bunch of people commenting and the rest seemed rather supportive and happy to see you acknowledging your relationship, something you rarely did on your social media account. Still, you were a little bugged off when you went to bed.Ā 
Whatā€™s up, babygirl ? Marshall asked as he laid next to you.Ā 
Nothing, you shrugged. Just these mean trolls.Ā 
What are they saying now ?Ā 
That your daughters hate me, you summed up. And that Iā€™m trying to suck up to them.Ā 
Thatā€™s stupid, he scoffed. The girls love you and you know it.Ā 
And I love them too, you know ? You replied. But I donā€™t knowā€¦ I donā€™t like people getting the wrong idea. And I see people commenting about me in their posts and it breaks my heart.Ā 
Itā€™s not your fault, he said before kissing your forehead. Letā€™s not think about that, ok ? Just focus on the holidays and the great time weā€™re going to have.Ā 
Iā€™m going to miss you for Christmas, you pointed out.Ā 
Three days, he chuckled. And then Iā€™m joining you in California. And after thatā€¦ you, me, a private island and your tiniest bikinis.Ā 
You nuzzled his neck and enjoyed the warmth of his embrace, making you forget all of your worries. The next day, you were set to hop on the jet to go back to California and enjoy some family time with your brother and your parents. Before that, you enjoyed one last brunch at Marshallā€™s place, with his daughters. Hailie got everyone matching ugly Christmas sweaters and you were absolutely moved that she got one for you. You took corny pictures in front of the Christmas tree posing with your boyfriendā€™s daughters while he was rolling his eyes at your dumb poses. You even got Marshall to pose with you. He wasnā€™t big on taking pictures but he knew how important these were for you and the girls so he obliged with a smile on his face. A few hours later, you were on the jet, scrolling social media and noticed that Alaina had posted the picture of you, her and her sisters in front of the Christmas Tree with the caption : Ā«Ā Happy holidays from our FAMILY to yours šŸ’•Ā Ā». You thought it was the sweetest thing ever that she considered you as family. Of course, trolls were still in the comments, but you tried to stay positive. A few hours later, Hailie updated her last podcast episode of the year, with Stevie as guest.Ā 
So, before we begin this episode, we wanted to address something, she began.Ā 
Family matters, Stevie specified.Ā 
Right, Hailie nodded. You guys have been commenting a lot on last episodeā€™s video and on my Instagram accountā€¦
All our accounts, her sister corrected.
Yes. Everyoneā€™s account. It seems like Internet is going crazy about a certain video that was taken at the last Lions Game, so I thoughtā€¦ we thought we should clear things up, Hailie said. I understand that there are always going to be rumors about our family, and we canā€™t help it at this point, but itā€™s the Holidays and I donā€™t my mood to be ruined by negative attention and lies. Soā€¦ Stevie, do you want to comment on the video ?Ā 
Basically, we were at the game, enjoying some family time and people filmed our reaction to Y/Nā€¦ our Dadā€™s girlfriend, rapping Lose Yourself, Stevie explained. And kissing afterwards. And what really sparked the whole thing is the face Hailie made.Ā 
Yeah, I pretended to puke, Hailie giggled. And no, guys, itā€™s not because I hate Y/N or anything like that, itā€™s justā€¦ weā€™re a normal family, guys. Whenever you see your parents being cheesy and corny, you want to puke, right ?Ā 
Right, Stevie giggled. So, letā€™s not dwell on this but for the record : we love Y/N and she is not what people make her to be. We see her as family, you know ?Ā 
Yes ! Itā€™s the Holidays, itā€™s a family time and we all know I love Shady stories butā€¦ nothing Shady here. Itā€™s all love, Hailie chuckled.Ā 
Too much love, Stevie joked.Ā 
This warmed your heart even more. The girls absolutely didnā€™t have to jump to your defense but the fact that they did warmed your heart and you couldnā€™t wait to spend some time with them again. You sent texts to thank them and wished them happy holidays, saying you were looking forward to seeing them soon. You also texted your boyfriend, telling him how amazing his kids were and that you loved him and his family.Ā 
MARSHALLā€™S POVĀ 
Marshall was eating dinner with his daughters when he got a text from Y/N that immediately put a smile on his face.Ā 
You girls are amazing, he said with a smile.Ā 
No idea what youā€™re talking about, Alaina said with feigned innocence.Ā 
I think you do, he replied with a grin. Seriously, you didnā€™t have to do that butā€¦ thank you. It means a lot to me.Ā 
We werenā€™t going to let people think we hate her, Stevie said.
Not when she is actually about to become our stepmother, Hailie said with a smirk.Ā 
Marshall immediately let his fork fall on his plate, a look of surprise on his face.Ā 
Iā€¦ ermā€¦ wanted to talk to you about it first, he said. How do you even knowā€¦ ?Ā 
I found the ring sketches in your office last time I went there, Stevie said. I was searching for one of your old CDs.Ā 
And you had to go yapping to your sisters about that ? He asked with a raised eyebrow.Ā 
Are you really going to propose ? Hailie said with excitement.Ā 
I meanā€¦ Iā€™ve been thinking about it, yeah, he admitted. I wanted to make sure you girls were ok with it first but, if thatā€™s fine with you, Iā€™d like to propose to her over the holidays.Ā 
The girls erupted in cheers and immediately gave their blessings, commenting on how they never thought this day would come. Of course, they quizzed him about his plans.Ā 
Were spending a couple of days with her family before going on vacation for NYE, so I was planning on asking for her fatherā€™s blessing, he explained.Ā 
Isnā€™t he likeā€¦ almost your age, though ? Stevie chuckled.Ā 
Itā€™s a matter of respect, he shrugged. I appreciated when Matt and Evan asked for my blessing so I thought Iā€™d do the same. Canā€™t hurt to have your future father-in-law on your side.Ā 
Andā€¦ as for the proposal ? Alaina asked.Ā 
I know itā€™s not super original but I was thinking of doing it on the private island, over a nice dinner on the beach, at sunset or something like that, he said.Ā 
Itā€™s so cute ! Alaina said. I love it.Ā 
I think my Dadā€™s gone corny, Hailie joked.Ā 
You think itā€™s corny ? He asked with his eyebrows furrowed.Ā 
Oh definitely. But sheā€™s just as corny so she is going to love it !Ā 
One question though, Stevie said. If you guys get married, sheā€™ll move to Detroit, right ?Ā 
Thatā€™s sort of the plan, yeah, Marshall said. Sheā€™d move for work quite a bit, depending on where movies are shot, but sheā€™d live with me. Why ?Ā 
Soā€¦ sheā€™d have to turn into a Lions fan eventually, right ?Ā 
Iā€™m counting on it, he said with a smirk.Ā 
Is that why youā€™re proposing ? Alaina joked.Ā 
Maybe, he chuckled. I swear to God, Iā€™m putting a ban on Rams apparel in the prenup.Ā 
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