#I watched it on TV and it was so beautiful actually

[soeyekonic]

— ✩♬ ₊˚. comfortable ⭑ D.A

˚⟡˖⋆ synopsis on a rainy sunday wrapped in hoodies, shared cereal, and slow kisses, you and daniela find comfort, not in grand gestures, but in the quiet kind of love that feels like home.

disclaimers: daniela avanzini x fem!reader. this was a request and i hope i did justice to it 😣 all fluff. just all cutesy and domestic yk?? i wanted to get this out quickly before i forgot so i didnt proofread…my apologies if there are typos or grammar mistakes 🥀😣

currently playing: comfortable - h.e.r

rain taps gently on the windows, slow and persistent like a song on repeat. outside, the world is gray and blurred — trees bending slightly in the breeze, puddles forming like little mirrors on the sidewalk. inside, the appartement is warm, quiet, dimly lit by a soft lamp in the corner and the flickering glow of the tv, which is playing some 2000s rom-com you’ve both seen at least ten times.

you aren’t really watching it.

daniela is stretched across the couch, one leg over yours, body tucked into your side like a puzzle piece. she’s wearing your hoodie — that soft brown one she always steals — and a pair of loose shorts that have seen better days. her hair is unbrushed, wild curls spiraling freely over her shoulders and down her back. she hasn’t bothered with makeup, not even lipgloss. and still, somehow, she’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

you’re half-draped in a knit blanket, shared between you like a truce. her toes are cold where they press against your thigh, but you don’t mind.

you haven’t moved in a while. neither of you seems inclined to.

“baby,” she murmurs, not looking up from her phone. “is it bad that i want cereal for dinner?”

you tilt your head lazily, looking down at her. “you had cereal for breakfast.”

“and lunch,” she adds, grinning as she locks her phone and tosses it onto the coffee table.

you raise an eyebrow. “at least let me make you something real.”

“but your pasta involves actual effort,” she pouts, nestling further into your side. “and i’d have to sit up.”

you smirk and shift your arm around her waist, pulling her in until your chests are pressed together. “you’re getting lazy.”

“i’m getting comfortable,” she corrects, nuzzling her nose against your shoulder.

the word lingers in the air. comfortable. it sounds exactly like what you have. not just in this moment, but in every way.

you run your fingers through her curls, detangling slowly and gently like you’ve done a hundred times before.

“i like you like this,” you say.

“messy?”

“real.”

daniela hums, eyes fluttering closed under your touch. “you used to only see me when i was all done up. hair flat-ironed, makeup perfect, some overly coordinated outfit.”

“you looked like you walked out of a fashion editorial.”

“i was terrified of not being enough,” she says softly. “of you seeing me and thinking, ‘oh. never mind.’”

you pause your fingers in her hair.

“dani,” you say, heart clenching a little. “that could never happen.”

“i know that now,” she murmurs. “but back then… i was trying so hard. and now we’re here. i’m in a hoodie that smells like you, my curls are a mess, and i haven’t worn real pants in three days.”

you laugh gently, brushing her hair behind her ear.

“and i’m more in love with you now than i ever was back then.”

her breath catches, barely. she looks up, meets your eyes. there’s something unspoken in the look — something soft and grateful and full of quiet wonder.

she leans in, pressing her lips to yours. it’s not a kiss filled with heat or urgency — it’s slow, sweet, unhurried. like she has all the time in the world to love you.

when she pulls away, she rests her forehead against yours.

“i don’t think i’ve ever felt this safe before,” she whispers. “like i can just be. and you’ll still be here.”

you close your eyes, letting her words sink in like sunlight through skin. “i will. always.”

there’s a long pause as you just breathe together. the movie keeps playing in the background, unnoticed. outside, thunder rumbles low and distant.

eventually, daniela sits up, stretching her arms over her head, hoodie riding up slightly. she yawns, blinking blearily.

“okay,” she announces. “i’m going to attempt to make cereal. i will brave the kitchen for the love of honey nut cheerios.”

you reach for her hand. “let me come with you. you need a spotter in case you trip over your own socks.”

she looks down at the offending avocado socks and gasps. “rude! these are limited edition.”

you both shuffle to the kitchen, barefoot and drowsy. the lights are still off, and the pale late afternoon gray seeps through the windows like soft smoke. daniela opens the cabinet, pulls out the cereal box, and hands it to you like it’s a sacred ritual.

while she gets the milk, you start lining up two bowls side by side — but she nudges you with her hip.

“no, no. one bowl,” she says. “we’re doing this romantic movie style.”

you grin. “lady and the tramp but with cereal.”

she gasps. “we should make that a tradition. every sunday. one bowl, shared spoon, pajamas optional.”

“optional?” you glance at her oversized hoodie and bare legs. “that implies you own actual clothes.”

she shrugs dramatically. “not when i live with you. your wardrobe is my wardrobe now. i’m basically a very cute, well-dressed parasite.”

you nudge her lightly with your hip. “you’re lucky i like you.”

“mmhm,” she says, spinning in a slow, sleepy circle before curling back into you, bowl in hand. “you love me.”

you kiss her temple. “that too.”

back on the couch, you curl up again — the two of you tangled together, sharing bites between soft laughter and quiet sighs. the storm outside grows louder, the wind brushing against the windows like a lullaby. daniela rests her head on your shoulder again, chewing slowly.

“isn’t it wild,” she says after a moment, “how easy this feels?”

“what do you mean?”

“i spent so much of my life thinking love had to be hard. like… passion and pain and drama. like the more it hurt, the more it meant something.”

you nod, understanding. you’ve both had those relationships. the kind where you confused chaos for connection.

“and then i met you,” she continues. “and it’s just… slow. and quiet. and soft. and right. it feels like home.”

you don’t know what to say to that, except: “you’re my home too.”

daniela turns the spoon in her hand thoughtfully. “i want to grow old with you. just like this. sunday rain and cereal. hoodies and quiet kisses. all of it.”

“you will,” you say. “i’m not going anywhere.”

she smiles. you can see it, even without looking.

then, softly, almost shyly: “marry me someday?”

your heart skips. “what?”

daniela shrugs one shoulder, not looking directly at you. “i mean, not today. but yeah. i want it to be you.”

you set the cereal bowl down and gently tilt her face toward yours.

“it’s going to be me,” you say. “every time. every lifetime.”

daniela kisses you again — not because it’s dramatic or perfect, but because it’s natural. easy. because she wants to. because you’re hers.

later, as the storm outside quiets and the light shifts to soft evening gold, you both drift into a nap, still curled on the couch. the bowl forgotten. the tv still playing.

and the world — messy, loud, overwhelming — feels very far away.

here, in this little apartment filled with rain and love and avocado socks, there’s only you and her. and it’s enough. it’s more than enough.

it’s comfortable.

a/n: i fear it’s getting easier to write fluff. i kinda like it now

[maleyanderecafe]

Fear Bonding (Visual Novel)

Created by: Night Asobu

Genre: BL/Thriller

Fear Bonding is still a demo but I am very intrigued by the opening already. A main lead that feeds on fear, two possible yanderes and a beautiful manga-like artwork. This is from someone who worked on Parasite in Love, so I'm sure this will be a fun game as well. The full game will be out on the 24th so I'm pretty excited.

The story starts with Hinata watching the news as he waits for his next shift at the ambulance. As he watches, he enjoys the fear that he sees on tv screen, practically salivating at the food. It seems he hasn't eaten well in a while, not being able to feed on any food but rather eating food. He gets a call that he's needed for an emergency for the ambulance, and fills out some forms as he waits in the ambulance to reach the location. We learn that the call was because a man called stating that his girlfriend cut herself and was hurt, but he was able to intervene. However, after listening to the call, Hinata questions this as the events of the stories sound odd. Upon reaching the place, Hinata talks to the boyfriend, Kosuke and finds that he has an intense fear of abandonment that comes off of him. He goes inside to see his girlfriend holding the wound down as she sits on the couch. He views her fear, seeing that it seems like her fear is that she feels suffocated by something. He consumes some of the fear just by touching her arms, but stops before he becomes intoxicated. Hinata and his group take care of the wound and bring her into the hospital. Eventually, Hinata returns home, still thinking of the couple, wanting to meet them again, especially the guy so he can actually have enough fear to fill himself with. He concocts a plan to go and unassumingly visit her and Hinata later on, and decides to work on his guitar for the jazz festival. As he plays, we get to learn more of his mindset, of how he generally keeps people at an arm's length and how he has to be cautious when trying to consume fear. He gets a text from his stalker, someone who seems to have been following him for a while, which leads to him losing his motivation to play his guitar.

When he gets to the hospital, he overhears Kousuke and the girlfriend, Shiraishi arguing with each other. He hears the two talking with Yukiko wanting to break up with Kousuke, and Hinata slowly piecing together that it was probably Kousuke who was the one who got so clingy that he slashed her neck. As he eavesdrops, he hears Shiraishi talk about how suffocating Kousuke is: overwhelming her with gifts, how he never considers her point of view and because he prevents her from seeing her family and friends. Eventually she successfully breaks up with him, only to have him coming out. Hinata invites him out to eat to talk to him about the break up (and eat his fear) and after a bit of persuading he successfully gets him to go. The two go to an izakya resteraunt and Hinata gets him a couple glasses of beer to loosen him up and get him to talk. Kousuke starts to talk about Yukiko, how he feels like this is how he should be dating, to be devoted to the other, making up excuses like the fact that jobs take up so much time and that it wasn't his fault that she got seperated from her family and friends. From what Hinata can understand, he made Yukiko the center of his life and he expected the same from her. As he tries to bring Kousuke home, he tells him to stay, leading to Hinata sitting next to him and helping him walk home, even deciding to pay for everything so he will come back as he'd feel indebted. As he brings Kousuke home, Hinata is conflicted on what to do, to try to get in a relationship with him and get close to him so he can eat his fears. When Hinata gets to the apartment, Kousuke grabs his arms asking him to hug him. As Kousuke hugs him he becomes very clingy asking if he will abandon him before Hinata is able to calm him down, stating that they can exchange numbers. When he leaves, he gets a text from his stalker who seems incredibly unhappy that Kousuke is in the picture now.

I will say that I really like this game's artstyle in terms of it mimicing a more manga crosshatching style that focuses on monochromatic color schemes. I like the way it transitions into different scenes, using black borders and notifying whenever there's a location change. I have a fondness for more intentionally stylized visual novels and games and I think this game has so far shown a very great way of doing so. I also am a fan of the main character, since I tend to like more unconventional if a bit evil or morally grey main characters when it comes to visual novels like this. Hinata is a demon that feeds off of fear and tends to keep himself an arms length away from any good relationships. He seems to be a being that is mostly fueled by his hunger, though he does seem to have picked up hobbies like joining a band. I like seeing him become more methodical when trying to go closer to his "food" trying to think up excuses to get closer to Kousuke to consume his fear as well as getting him drunk to make him looser. Despite knowing that it'll be dangerous, Hinata takes good risks into getting closer to his food, though he is smart enough to plan and back out if needed. As a main character, I really like how smart he is and how aware he is of his situation, yet he can't help but want to chase after his food in a way. There's something about his nature that makes him very interesting and sinister despite the fact that it seems he puts himself in danger a lot of times just to consume the fear he enjoys so much. I really hope to see what kinds of dangers he might put himself into in the future, especially with his stalker and Kousuke.

Kousuke we know quite a lot about and probably even more through context. Though not confirmed, it seems pretty clear that he was the one who ended up slashing at Yukiko's throat, presumably when she tried to break up with him the first time. From what we see, Kousuke has a very intense fear of abandonment, which leads to the more yandere behaviors Yukiko experiences, such as being suffocated by him, having her friends and family cut off and being too excessive in lovebombing her. What's more, it seems that Kousuke doesn't actually see what's wrong with that, giving more excuses to what he wants in a love, though he does perhaps realize he took it too far, and believed that he wanted her to center his life around him just as he did to her. We see this a bit too when Hinata attempts to leave him at his place, with his fear of abandonment growing even stronger as he wants Hinata to stay. Hinata remarks a couple times too that he knows that Kousuke is dangerous yet at the same time much like a puppy in terms of how he calms down. I imagine in the future, it will be harder and harder for Hinata to get him off of his back at times, considering how possessive he is towards Yukiko when they were dating, and that he might slowly be consumed by the fear he was chasing. Either way, it will not end well for the two of them.

Finally there's the unknown stalker that Hinata is dealing with. Currently Hinata views this person as a nuance and it seems that this might be the other yandere that the game has. Unlike Kousuke, the stalker seems to be much more on a obsessive state, with him stalking and getting Hinata's phone number. I'm kind of curious why Hinata doesn't attempt to seek him out, I'm guessing because he doesn't know if the stalker has some sort of fear that he can feed off of. I have a feeling that him and Kousuke will be clashing in the future as well, seeing how angry the stalker was when he saw him with Hinata. There isn't much we know about him other than he was at a couple of performances (we also don't know if Hinata has actually seen this stalker) and we don't really know too much about Hinata's band life either, but I think it would be a fun thing to watch seeing two yanderes fight each other or otherwise interact.

Overall a good start to a game. I'm always fond of more sinister MCs and I want to see how this entire thing crumbles at the end. The art style is very good and it has a nice hook to get people reeled in. I am hoping to see the full game sometime in the future.

[valentine-cafe]

Can I get a Horachta and a Mocha Frapuchino?

The Herrara Husbands with a singer/rockstar AMAB reader! Bottom or vers, and the slow build up of their relationship from virtual strangers to friends, reader unsure if either of them actually like him until it's right In his face.

🍒 𓂃 𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑼𝑷 : croissant & red velvet !! . . . mad doctor & mad scientist ⊹ aman reader .

. ᘛ 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔​​​​​​​﹕verse 209 ꮽ  jìngyí & rishen herrera

 𐔌𖹭 ˖ ࣪  who's that ?⠀﹕a charming, snake monster mad doctor and his alluring spider-mantis-moth hybrid, mad scientist husband

ּ  ֗ recepit ℘ ... they're not one to be into rock, but you caught their eye ⊹ cw ٬٬ some dark themes. yandere characters.

It all started out with you knowing about them and them not knowing you. Rock and big party music usually was not in their palate, unless it involved classical or as a general something a bit slower. You'd only come back from your world tour last saturday. Ending your tour with a bang in your homecity.

Some of their interns and HR workers had been whispering and chatting about the concert. How some wish they could've been there and witnessed it firsthand, how some enjoyed the concert so much they wish they could go back and watch you perform.

One of the country's most influential rockstars up to date. Wording the political faults around the world in poetry thrown into the most beautiful lyrics. With the drums, guitar and sometimes even piano thrown in there.

Jingyi had asked one of his new clinic nurses about you. It was one simple question really. And she had started rambling on and on to each question he asked.

You were from elritea, started out as a nobody that did gigs around the city. Primarily in the clubs around. His poetic ear couldn't deny you wrote incredibly well. . . and yet, getting used to the tunes and the sounnd of your music took a little while.

As did it for Rishen, who was introduced to you and your music by the crazy fangirls in his department, putting some of your songs on during worktime to focus on making formulars for the clinic. It was the first time in, Rishen doesn't know how long. She took the vials and tests down to Jingyi, to get out of the loud environment of people singing and screaming to music.

Rishen and Jingyi agreed on three things about you, however. You had an amazing voice, and a knack of poetry and composition. And it made them wonder. Wherever could they find the little handsome rockstar all of their employees seem to be so passionate about. This would last over several days. A repeat in the weeks, months. They got to know more and more about your music. But what about you?

You knew everything about them. Why, they were your idols! The two people who have inspirered you throughout your life, to do good and help heal the world. What an unfortunate, bittersweet truth that you have yet to meet. Alas, may that fate lay far, far into the future. May the universe be merciful upon your eyes.

You just wanted to watch some Tv. That was all really, but you were instead met by doctor and professor Herrera both answering questions on an interview. And of course, wouldn't the luck be ever in your favor that they were talking about your recent concert?

The interviewer asked more than they knew about you. It wasn't entirely up to your decision whether to be flustered or proud to make them look confused when questions came. What became the cherry on top. Was when Mrs. Herrera proceeds to say: "Well I haven't listened to rock for many years now but. . . This one could definetly be a worthy listen."

Her gaze moves up to Jingyi, who nods along. Before taking a chance to speak too: "I agree with my wife. I have never involved myself with rock. Yet, this man's lyrics, they are wonderful. . ."

How could you keep the smile on your face from widening, a grin plastered onto your features. Your idols were actually talking about you? The same who put peace across the continent in present times. The same who try to work towards world peace? This is the point. All that you've sung about. How far you've come. This was the recognition you strived for, To even inspire your inspirations.

The second the interview was done, you turned off your tv and ran to your phone. Called your band manager and told him to immediately send a notice to the Herrera husbands you were honored to receive such compliments from them. And that if they ever wished to meet, you would be more than willing.

Anxiety would boil in your muscles as each day passes. Why should you be so nervous? That have a large amount of letters and mail delivered to them every day, your letter is most likely still being processed in the box. Though at the end of the week, you had begun to lose hope.

It wasn't until band practice had started and your manager, wheezing, ran over to you with a maroon red envelope waving in his hand. His thick arm wiping away the sweat that had collected on his brow. "Mail, from the Herrera estate."

Estate?! This was sent directly from their private mail— You scarce believe it. With ears ringing from the pounding of your heart. You take the letter in your hand and excuse yourself from the band memebers.

Even the card inside of the envelope was intricately put together. Jetblack cover with gold lining and red roses painted onto the bottom. The Herrera name sealed onto the middle of the card. You gulp down the fat lump that threatened to clog your throat as you open up the card.

"Dearest Mx. ___, you have been formally invited to a dinner at the Herrera manor. In hopes you can come, please send this letter back with your signature signed and a yes below. Should you be unavailable, we shall respect your worktime. Signature will be written and a no will be written in the stead of yes. We shall send it once again, on a different date and time."

You had to sit down on the chair behind you, staring at the card for minutes after reading. Fingers stirring with the adrenaline rush in your body. The giddy feel of being invited so personally by the two made you nauseous with joy and slight performance anxiety. You weren't known to be the most formal of formal. Even the clothes you wear are. . . Maybe no in their fashion.

After enough time of thinking, you sign your name and write yes underneath. Perhaps this is an impulsive decision. But you gotta live a little, right?

Two days later you sit in a car, on the way to the manor and you feel like you're about to vomit all over the place again. The anxiety is killing you. What if you give them a bad first impression. What if you end up saying something and they throw you out? Sure you've said a lot of shit in the past but not in front of your inspirerers. It was nerve jittering to say the least.

Even scarier when a group of dobbermen dogs rush up to the old-fashioned car the second you get out of it. Almost tackle you, while they bark and wag their tails. You didn't recognize it as a welcome and more as a sign to make your way back into the car. Perhaps this wasn't the bestest of ideas. It wasn't until you heard a loud whistle and "Get back inside all of you. Lady Beatrice, you get back here at once. Your father has many times said he does not wish for your paws to get dirty."

A butler stands in the doorway, regal, but certainly tired as he claps for the dogs to get back. And of course, Jingyi's famous cat, Beatrice.

You look down to see a ball of displeased white and grey fur, hissing at the dogs as it tries to move towards you to get a proper scan. Some people call her Doctor Herrera's personal person scanner. She's the one that tells whether they're worth his time or not. You just smile awkwardly and reach down to move the dogs away from her, and very carefully redirect her out of the sea of black paws and legs.

"Excuse me, there's a lady comin' through," you whisper gently to the dogs. It is also another known fact, nobody touches Beatrice. Oh you only remember when you get the poor cat out of the crowd. Stiffening as it hits you. You immediately let go of the cat and apologize to the butler, who stares back at you wide eyed. But lets out a loud laugh. "For what, I believe lady Beatrice is more than relieved to have been released from that hellscape."

Indeed the huffy cat trots around your ankles and rub against them. The loud purring vibrating against your feet. As big blue feline eyes meet yours as if thanking you. Strange. What an animated cat.

"Goran, has the guest arrived?" A familiar voice calls from behind the butler, who looks over his shoulder. "Yes Mrs. Herrera, he has."

You always thought she was breathtaking on television, but upfront? Being in her presence. You could've sworn you had breath in your lungs just a moment ago, you felt as though your knees were giving out at the mere sight. Head full of dark brown curls, followed by the lethal face that could strike infatuation into anyone's heart. The makeup and the looks. You'd always thought she would do amazing as a model. But her job as the CEO of valence and the head scientist? Oh she could not be any more attractive. And she's smiling at you.

You take off your sunglasses and give a little bow of respect. Spine quick to stretch back in place as you straighten yourself and move towards the stairs, waving the driver off and thanking him for the ride. While the dobbermen dogs and beatrice all trail behind you. The prissy cat jumping straight into her mother's arms as soon as you reach touching distance.

"Mrs. Herrera. I'm more than honoured to be invited here." Your shy words earn a few chuckles from her. Oh they're clear as the sky on a hot summer day. "No need for such formalities. Rishen will do for tonight. Please, my husband is awaiting you eagerly."

It was hard to figure out whether you were thrilled or anxious at the notion Mr. Herrera is waiting for you inside of the dining room. But as you and Rishen walk together, you take a deep breath and do what you do best. "My, I hope it isn't inappropriate of me to say this. A lady like you already knows it. But you look ever radiant tonight. Mrs. . . Rishen."

Maroon mixes with your own eye colour, a surge of shyness and weak knees hit you all over again. As her smile melts your heart. "You're too sweet dear. truly." She laughs and opens up the dining hall. "Between you and I, the suit suits you, however, come in your usual attire next time." She croons, mocking dissappointment as she looks ahead to catch sight of her husband looking out the window. Hands folded behind his back. "We're here, Jingyi."

Black hair shifts against broad and precise shoulders. The strategic movements, meticulous, another breathtaking figure. Smiling at you so politely. "Ah. You've arrived." He greets. Stride quick and elegant, as he moves to shake your hand. So of course, you take it and with a firm shake smile up at the man. "Thank you Mr. Herrera."

"No need. Refer to me as Jingyi, please. Now, what does one like you like to drink I wonder?" The night blossomed into something you had never thought it would. After all these days of fear and worry, you found yourself at ease. In a space where you could converse quite casually. You all had more in common than you thought. Aside from the way you spoke. They were more formal in speech than you. But if anything your more city night slang and talk, amused them a little. You could use that as a way to impress them too of your musical knowledge.

This dinner became many. Sometimes hosted at your penthouse, sometimes hosted at their manor. The three of you became quite the pair of friends, and had multiple interviews with one another. On both the music scene and personal interview programs.

It was only when they began inviting you to their private vacations that you began wondering whether this was a friendship or evolving to something more. Though you had your reasonable doubts. These are two of the most powerful figures in the world. Politicians and highly skilled in stem. It would be more than intimidating than to enter a potential relationship with them. You never know what sort of bounties would be placed on your head if it happened. Sure there might already be a few worldwide considering your political stances and crazy fans but going into potential politics like this? You weren't too sure.

Yet you found yourself beneath the two spouses on repeated occassion. Sprawled across the bed, whimpering and tearing your nails across their skin while you call for their names in mixed fashion. Sending them straight to the point of zenith.

Oh you were such a delectable little thing, how could they ever let you go. Or walk away from them in the first place? They knew of your doubts. They read your journals and diaries. So they worked towards fixing those. Anything to make you theirs.

[writingmochi]

virtual angel | a moodboard and a teaser

cast: yeonjun ✗ fem.reader

synopsis: as an aspiring filmmaker, this is the first time yeonjun has ever struggled to find an idea to film. in a whim, he opens his camera to record the people living their lives after the briefing of his final project. that is when his viewfinder becomes blurry and the screen glitches out. so he observed the view with his own two eyes, finding the most beautiful person he had ever seen. like a muse. like an angel: his angel.

genre: mystery, drama, romance, horror, surrealism, university au, angst, fluff, mature content (explicit smut)

based on: music artms' "virtual angel" (2024), jane schoenbrun movies ("i saw the tv glow" (2024), "we’re all going to the world’s fair" (2021)), literature cupid and psyche

word count: 272 (projected to be around 20k-ish or more)

taglist? leave an ask or give a comment on this post!

release: june 2025

yeonjun's eyes blink as the projector's light changes with every new slide, fingertips rubbing along each other. the boy could actually feel the added pressure of this project because, other than this being his last film ever produced for school, this will determine if he is eligible to graduate or not. and he hates it. the film medium, specifically, has been deemed as—more or less—the director's or auteurs' passion project, combining many aspects of art such as literature, theatre, sound, light, fashion, and more. yet, when you have made so many passion projects that balance all aspects of cinema, it will drain you. inspirations come to him from different ways: other films, music, some internet content that can make a great horror movie promise, the list goes on and on. but when he is given a theme; it feels much more expansive because of its vagueness, yet it's also a double-edged sword cause he feels the wall of limits closer than ever.

as he packs up his laptop into his backpack, yeonjun is remembering all the films he had watched that had the feeling of "authenticity" by the universal definition. he is recalling the still frames and fleeting scenes of new wave films such as france's françois truffaut with "the 400 blows" to india's satyajit ray with "pather panchali". when he watched them, he could feel the authenticity in it. but their definition of authenticity—which means "realism"—doesn't match up to his definition. in his real life, everything moves fast, and he is the only that can keep pace with it. he doesn't know if the camera would be able to keep up.

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[vaaaaaiolet]

WHERE DO I START.

first of all, my hugest apologies for how long it took me to read this. this fic brought me back to life from the depths of hell after the disaster that was game 5.

second of all, WOW

FUCKBOY LEON IS MY GUILTIEST PLEASURE I CAN'T EXPLAIN TO YOU WHY (it's bc i'm a commuter student so i can't mess around on campus after 8pm booo 🍅). i live vicariously through your reader. she just like me fr. i'm also heinously down bad for fuckboy leon he's so stupid and gross and a little bit mean and i want him bad i want him SO SO BAD YOU DON'T GET IT.

Can rc suburbs apartment 203 shut the fuck up. why are yall fucking in the middle of the day go to class

the yikyak bit took me out PLS. my friends and i complain about the couples LOUDLY hooking up in the dorms all the time 😭 i had to walk past a couple sucking face by the math building the other day which is very unsexy if you ask me but hey:

OP: Still. The dick can’t be that good.

maybe it was.

10000/10 HILARIOUS BANTER AS USUAL!! i live for the dynamic between reader and leon. they're playful one minute and soft the next and ouggough maybe this leon is getting to me...half fuckboy you win. they're so freaking cute. sharing airpods, kisses on top of the head, naps between classes, JUST KILL ME ALREADY.

beautiful beautiful trademark user leonkennedybreedingkink writing. my favorite paragraph was this bit, you set up atmosphere SO WELL:

...shock-blue eyes on his TV. That was something you said the first time you met him—actually, you said that while you were about to ride him. “Good God, your eyes are blue.” Could see that even through his rainbow lights.

the atmosphere in this fic felt super realistic and dreamy at the same time. i loved every bit of it.

THE SMUT WAS SHOWSTOPPING. I BIT MY NAILS CLEAN OFF. the chemistry between these two is AMAZING, their intimacy is so natural and they just know how each other work. if i wasn't squirming in my seat so damn much i'd be crying tears of joy:

You’re sure he was watching in fascination between kisses to your thighs and twitching tummy. Mercifully, he slows down, kissing your shoulder. “You wanna do doggy? Is that your favorite?” ���I wonder whose fault that is.” You mutter, smiling a little blearily when he giggles before he pushes in and your shoulders tense, mouth dropping open.

SO sweet (no matter how much leon might front that he isn't).

AND EVERYONE LOVES A HAPPY ENDING!! three cheers for leon s kennedy, super senior of all time 🎉🎉🎉 it's only ok when he does it

in conclusion:

PROXIMITY CONTROL

fboyish leon kennedy x fem!reader

notes: well gosh everyone. i’m so sorry for dropping off the face of the earth (save for a few drabbles) and getting into discourse. at least the semester is over and my stalker is back home so i don’t have to deal with him. on God im working on that leon/reader/chris threesome and also a leon/reader/woman threesome btw, i’ve also been terribly writers blocked lately…. anyway. happy fboy leon wednesday, based on some of my life :) things get a little gross here, sorry for making reader a tsunami

Can rc suburbs apartment 203 shut the fuck up. why are yall fucking in the middle of the day go to class

Someone posts on your college yikyak. You gasp and stare at your phone for a hot minute before you sprint to the shower. “Leon, Leon!” You rake the curtain to the side.

“What?” He looks at you with a bewildered tilt to his grin, still washing his hair.

“We got mentioned on Yikyak.” You hold out the phone to him, close enough that he can read it and far enough away that his shower won’t damage your phone.

Leon leans forward to read it, a soapy hand reaching out to steady your hand so he can read better. Once he processes it, he laughs, head tossed back before he rinses out his hair, shaking his head. “Oh my fucking God.”

You’re laughing too, it’s hard not to. “I fucking told you your neighbors must be sick of us.”

Leon shrugs, raking his hair back from his forehead. “And I told you, I don’t care. I don’t mind when you’re loud, that’s what lets me know you’re enjoying it.” He smirks when he catches you ogling him. “Did you hear a word I said?”

“Sure did.” You watch the water run down his front, gold chain damp and dirty blonde peach fuzz matted down with water. “You said you don’t care that I’m loud because that’s what lets you know I’m enjoying it.”

Leon gives a quiet, closed mouth chuckle as he turns off the water, pushing his hands through his hair and shaking his head before he reaches for a towel. He wipes his face on his towel first before slinging it around his shoulders. “Did you reply?”

You step aside so he can get out of the shower fully, looking at the post again as you perch on the closed toilet seat. No comments. “No.”

He scrubs the towel over his head before wiping himself down and tying the towel around his waist. Leon reaches over for his phone and pauses the music thumping from his speaker, cutting off DNA.

When you see the smug turn to his smile as he scrolls down, you realize what he’s gonna do. “Do not.” You don’t get up to stop him, though.

He gives you a sly glance, typing without looking. “Don’t what?”

“Leon Scott fucking Kennedy.” When you stand up to read his phone, he’s already commented.

#1: Neither of us have class lol

“Leon!” You swat at his shoulder and he giggles, setting his phone on his shelf and wrapping his arms around you, kissing the side of your head.

“What?”

“Fucking—“ His biceps feel so nice. He’s such a good cuddler. And he tolerates when you bite the shit out of him. “troll!”

He’s laughing again, squeezing you before letting you go and standing in front of the mirror to clean out his ears. “That’s what you came up with?”

You watch him shamelessly, brows raised and the slightest smirk across your face. “You called yourself that once. Remember when you tied that one girl's shoes together when she was arguing with her boyfriend in the dining hall?”

He keeps grinning. “Touché. And it was funny.”

“I believe you.” You perch back on the seat and scroll on your phone, pulling your necklaces from beneath his borrowed shirt with a finger.

When he’s done, he tips your chin up and leaves a kiss on your mouth. “When do you have class?”

You nudge his nose with yours. “Two-thirty, for once. It got cancelled.”

“Nice.” He kisses you again and hangs up his towel, smirking when you blatantly watch his ass, neck craned to see out of the doorway. It’s a nice ass, it’s a runner’s ass. “I don’t have class until then.”

“I know.” You leave the bathroom and head over to the living room, Leon swatting your ass as you walk by. It’s a little late for round two, but it’s just as good to cuddle and watch a movie.

He sits down on the couch when he’s done dressing, putting on one of your suggested movies and laying back, arms open. “Cmere, baby.”

Magic words. You crawl on top of him with a pleased sigh, head tucked by his chin. He rewards you with a kiss to the top of your head and wraps his arms around you, shock-blue eyes on his TV.

That was something you said the first time you met him—actually, you said that while you were about to ride him. “Good God, your eyes are blue.” Could see that even through his rainbow lights.

You fall into a short nap while the movie plays—a rare occurrence, when you’re up, you’re up. Leon idly runs a hand back and forth over your head while you doze on top of him, dropping secret kisses on your head and occasionally squeezing you closer.

He pauses the movie with forty-five minutes left and gently shifts you back and forth. “Cmon, sweetie, we gotta go.” He says uncharacteristically softly, petting your face for a moment. “We have class.”

“Mm.” You wake all at once, reluctantly catapulted into consciousness. You sit up, rubbing your eyes and stretching.

Leon watches fascinatedly for a moment before his expression shifts. “Good nap?”

“Shut up.” You get up and put everything back in your pockets—earbuds, pepper spray, lipgloss, keys—stretching out once more before you do one last sweep of his apartment.

He’s up too, shoving his feet into his shoes and gathering everything he needs—keys, airpods—before he puts on a hoodie and grabs his bag. “You ready?” He opens the case and puts one in, then holds the case out for you.

“Just about.” You take the airpod and tuck it into your ear, following him out of the door and beginning the walk back to campus with him, hand in hand.

Leon doesn’t like that you’re on the side facing the road. “Cmere.”

“Huh?” You tilt your head at him, not catching on until he shifts you to his other side, guiding you by the hand. “Oh.”

He gives you a sideways smile as the pair of you walk back to campus and you chatter to him about your upcoming assignments. You pause between the two buildings. “This is my stop.”

“Yeah, I know.” He drums his fingers on the back of your hand. “I’ll see you later, yeah?”

“I hope so.” He leans in for a sweet kiss and comes away with your lipgloss on his mouth. He licks his lips and squeezes your hand before he walks away.

You get maybe ten steps away before you remember you have his airpod. “Leon, wait!” You scamper over and pass him back his airpod.

He looks faintly amused as he tucks it back in the case. “At least you didn’t drop it in the grate again.”

You click your tongue and groan, stamping your foot once. “That was one time!”

Leon laughs, eyes crinkled in the corners before he pulls you in with an arm around your neck and kisses you goodbye again. “Okay, okay.”

One last one, one last one! You give him a kiss and playful pat on the ass. “‘Kay, bye!” You singsong, bouncing away.

“Bye,” He mimics your tone and begins his walk to his building.

OP: Still. The dick can’t be that good.

“You good?” You giggle, leaned forward as you keep riding, feet on the mattress.

Leon’s eyes are shut, mouth open in a half-smile. “You’re doing that on purpose.”

You smile too, one arm beneath his neck and the other hand on his shoulder. “Am not.” To be fair, you’re really not. Everytime you try and stop squeezing, it lasts half a second before you’re squeezing him again. This time, though, you do it on purpose. Just one squeeze, he’s hitting all the right spots anyway, he made a comment about you dripping down his balls.

Leon gives an airy groan, hands on your hips squeezing. You giggle in turn, kissing his cheek. “Sorry.”

Leon’s nothing if not participatory, it’s not long before he gets tired of giving up control. “That’s it.” He pulls you forward, arms wrapped around your waist and your knees anchored to the bed, your face smushed in the pillow—which is good, because you start squealing when he pounds into you, breathing heavily into your shoulder.

You should’ve guessed when he pulled your mouth away from his dick earlier, when things were getting started. And also when he was finished eating you out and had you writhing just by his fingers, faster is better than harder for you. You’re sure he was watching in fascination between kisses to your thighs and twitching tummy.

When you quiet down after he keeps pounding, he turns to breathe in your ear, “You want me to fuck you rough? You wanna do doggy?”

Maybe if he’d stop scrambling your brains, you could answer. Mercifully, he slows down, kissing your shoulder. “You wanna do doggy? Is that your favorite?”

Between the noises he punches from you, you manage to nod, sweat slicking your temples and hair. How many times have you came? He said four, you’re not really sure. “Uh-huh.” You shift your weight so he can get out from under you, collapsing a little once you’re on your elbows and knees and he’s behind you.

“Oh, poor baby.” Leon chuckles, smoothing a hand over your back and leaning down to kiss the back of your head. “Your legs are wobbling, huh?”

“I wonder whose fault that is.” You mutter, smiling a little blearily when he giggles before he pushes in and your shoulders tense, mouth dropping open. Usually your hair’s everywhere, but it’s up today, so he gets to see every minute detail.

“Mouthy.” He murmurs, swatting your ass and watching it jiggle as he fucks into you roughly. You hide your face in the mattress because the noises he pulls from you are embarrassing, good God. Have some shame.

Since you’ve apparently already came four times, Leon doesn’t feel too terrible about when he comes, arms wobbling with his weight as he practically folds over. “Jesus.” He pauses and gently pulls away, glancing back when you collapse on the bed.

He tosses out the condom and comes back with your water bottle. “You want some water?” Whatever didn’t make it into your half-assed bun is hiding your face as you lay like roadkill on his bed. He really tuckered you out, poor thing.

“Mhm.” You lift your head up and sip greedily from the water bottle, flopping back on the bed when you’re done. Leon puts your water bottle up on the dresser and grabs a washcloth, gently wiping you—and himself, your wetness is running down his thighs—down.

“You wanna shower?” He perches on the edge of the bed and runs a hand over your head.

“Mm, gimme a minute. I can feel my legs shaking.” You plant your face on his thigh and he smiles. Kitty.

“I wonder why.” He laughs, gently pulling some hair off your sticky neck.

You lay there for five minutes before you get up and he starts the shower, taking off his watch and leaving it on his dresser.

You divest yourself of your jewelry too, leaving both sets of earrings in a pile and your necklaces tangled up, your bracelet left to the side. You laugh a little as your legs keep wobbling once you’re in the bathroom with him. “My legs are still shaking.”

Leon looks uncommonly smug as he holds a hand under the water to check the temperature. “I wonder why.”

“I hate you.” You shake your head, adjusting your hair and pulling it up so it doesn’t get wet in the shower.

“Nah-uh.” He insists, hanging up the spare towel.

“Do so.” Leon lets you get in first and you take a chance to clean up with a little water—God, he wasn’t kidding. That’s… a lot.

When he gets in, you gravitate toward him with a soft hum, cheek on his shoulder. He wraps his arms around you and kisses your head, standing there under the warmth with you, at least until things turn a little lukewarm because his apartment’s water is temperamental.

“Turn around, I’ll clean you up.” He nudges you closer to the shower wall and you melt against it when he rubs your back, laughing to himself about you being an overgrown cat. He squirts a little bodywash on his loofah and runs it in circles on your back, then turns you around to put his soapy hands on your boobs with a wide grin.

“Oh, no, soapy boobs, my one fear.” You tease, holding your arms up and out so he can wash them.

“Mine too.” He says sincerely, crouching down and setting your foot on his knee as he washes your legs. You take the opportunity to kiss the top of his head, shifting your weight so he may wash the other one.

You do the same for him, of course, turnabout’s fair play. Once you’re done mutually cleaning one another, you lean back into him, warm and happy.

“This is nice.” He muses, dropping little kisses on your shoulder.

“Mhm.” Your eyes fall shut and you turn your head slightly to press your nose against his cheek.

It doesn’t take much for you to fall asleep later, oversleeping a little in the morning when you have class at nine.

Fucking dumbass. You knew it was going to be casual from the night you met him and consequently had sex with him. Now you’ve gotta act like your stomach doesn’t hurt every time you think about finals week and him going back home to Philadelphia.

He graduates in summer, you knew that. Anything to get out of this fucking place, not shit to do here except eat or shop, and eating is debatable.

Still, you try and make it count. You buy your first vibrator on his suggestion—he thought about a remote control one, but would it really work over two hundred miles away?—and the first time you used it with him during sex, you left a spot on his bed and genuinely saw black for a moment.

You come watch his showcase for his criminal justice class and give him a good luck kiss because you have class and you’ll watch his soon.

You two have dating allegations from not only your friends (and tablemates who confronted you before class saying you have a boyfriend, which he isn’t), but his classmates, who watch you watch him work on the presentation more times than not, especially if you’re staying over at his place later.

Still, that doesn’t fill the pit in your stomach when you consider him leaving you. You could always do the Bradshaw thing and follow him somewhere, assuming he’d drop everything for you, but let’s not put this cart in front of this horse with a fuckboy chain.

“I have news for you,” He says as you’re on the phone with him and his friend—and now you have throuple allegations, which isn’t her first time, apparently—one night.

You give your phone a bewildered look, Prince Phillip contact photo and all. Maybe if Phillip had blue eyes and Aurora weren’t blonde. “You do?”

“Yeah.” He sounds a little smug. That’s never good, because he knows you like it, no matter how much you tell him you don’t. Confidence, yes; arrogance, no. “I’m gonna be here next semester.”

Someone pinch you. Or punch you, whichever works. “Oh. Really?”

“Yeah. All eight credits.” It’s amazing he’s kept up this bravado when you don’t immediately give the reaction he wants.

“Huh.” That’s not how this works. You were totally prepared to steal a shirt of his and wear it until it smells like you instead of him, have phone sex with him, cry, and be a melancholy bitch over the summer. Guess you’ve gotta throw all that out the window. “What made you stay?”

“It’s the same amount at a community college as it would be here, so it doesn’t matter.” Some rustling on the other end, what is he doing? “Plus, I’ve gotta supervise those dummies next semester as they build on my senior project, the one you were there for?”

You sit back on your bed. “Yeah, I remember. It was a good showcase.”

There’s probably something more he’s not telling you, but Leon plays it close to the chest some days. He claims he’s nonchalant—which may be partially true, but you have good intel that he gives a shit about you at least somewhat—and oddly, claims that you’re nonchalant. And you’ve never been nonchalant a day in your life, even in the womb.

More rustling. “So I’ll be here through fall. Isn’t that exciting?”

He’s needling you like he always does. He likes reactions from people and you’re his favorite book.

You draw aimless patterns on your satin sheets, attempting to play it cool. “Yeah, it’ll be cool to have you around.” Paper thin.

“We can actually do stuff, since I’ll have a lighter schedule. Like dinner, we can check out that arcade in the mall.” He pauses and tells your friend that she should come visit so the three of you can all hang, maybe beat his ass at some arcade games. “And I think I’ll have a part-time job, so I’ll have more money and won’t be broke as fuck, like I am now.”

He’s not terribly broke, he just has to tighten the belt because he made all his money over summer and Christmas break.

You smile anyway. “I still have that point card thingy from when I went to that arcade, we could use that.”

And the conversation goes from there.

You’re a year-ish behind him, but there’s still nothing stopping you from doing the Bradshaw thing and following him to Philadelphia when you graduate. A whole lot of nothing.

[myoonmii]

Something something the total solar eclipse and the coming of Arthur

[another-day]

“there is still time”

so i finally watched i saw the tv glow

the last panel is the only panel with an actual quote from the movie in this, and a very impactful one at that, please watch it if you can it is phenomenal!!!

[kiwikyuka]

this scene always cracks me up

he really did a "talk to the hand" and threw the guy up the air

[snapdragonling]

MIND THE GAP

a hypothetical Netflix show following modern AU Ozy in two timelines: in the past, as he travels and sleeps his way through Europe, and in the present, as he flounders with the realisations he made abroad. (fellas is it gay to have a midlife crisis and realise you're in love with the ex you cut contact with two years ago, who also has a lovely new boyfriend now)

[template]

[j-crow]

skillpilled

[astro-art-archive]

ms paint (scrapped)

3/26/2019

[theprincessandthepie]

the problem with rewatching a network television show is that there’s so fucking much of it.

[fldx2]

the thing about team lbs is that sometimes i mean to participate and then i get straight up distracted by actually watching the game

[ladysatoru]

your top 15 favourite tv shows can say a lot about your personality

Tagged by @kuhakukage

Let's go besties :

1. Courage the Cowardly Dog

2. Danny Phantom

3. Teen Titans

4. Teen Wolf

5. Inuyasha

7. Tokyo Ghoul

8. Shen He Ling/Word of Honor

9. Australia's next top model

10. Brooklyn 99

11. How to get away with murder

No tags all the besties can come list their favourite shows so i can get some good tv show recs thank yew.

[termagax]

my favourite side episode that ive been planning for 5ever is the team gets invited to a fancy ball and aja gets a handmade gown for it and feels really Normal about all this

[chiimeraangel]

it's coming up on that time of year where I rewatch Samurai Jack in its entirety...