#don't recite the scrolls to me

[westgreenzeke]

i'm so not funny it should be philosophically studied

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Sometimes I feel so out of touch with online communities

[reiderwriter]

🔐 Password Protected 🔐

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

For the CM Kink Bingo Challenge 2024

Requested: "Hii Kacie, may I put in a request of a NSFW prompt? Any plotline or back story is fine I trust your talent :"> Reader's boobs/asscheeks recoill during sex turning Spencer on even more "I wish you could have my view right now" he grabs the phone to open the camera app."

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, DubCon Hidden camera, dry humping, free use, soft to hard Dom!Spencer, sub! Reader, creampie, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, implied oral sex, implied bondage, implied somno, pictures/ photos, degradation (slut, whore etc,) and pet names (Princess, sir, angel etc,), nipple play/torture, multiple orgasms.

A/N: Here's my second fic for the CM Kink Bingo 2024~♡ I'm definitely all over the board now, so who knows if I'I hit bingo this year, Imao? Anyways, I hope you enjoy~ And to my dear friend :"^ anon - thank you for your inspiring request.

Masterlist || Bingo Board

With a glorious lull in cases to close over the summer, the biggest mystery in the BAU was “What's in the locked folder on Spencer's phone?” 

The man had made the (technologically inept) mistake of leaving his new phone unlocked on his desk in a bullpen full of criminal profilers. To say you'd all descended like vultures to a fresh carcass was putting it extremely lightly.

“What apps does he have? Five dollars says there's a dictionary app,” Emily joked, leaning over Morgan's shoulder to try and catch a glimpse of the screen. You were similarly perched at his other shoulder. 

“He can probably recite the dictionary himself, and I don't think he'd know how to download apps,” you scoffed, scrolling up in the phone yourself to the app page. 

“There's got to be something good in the camera roll, right?” Morgan said, clicking into it to find some dirt on the much too innocent Spencer Reid. Which is where you'd found quaint pictures of the sky, some pages from a book and the folder. 

The one with a little lock on it signalling the boundary. Spencer had figured out how to use a locked folder - you'd be impressed if you weren't so curious about what was inside. 

“Placing bets, people? My money is on work documents,” Morgan chuckled, losing interest swiftly in the phone and pressing it into your hands. “It's not like the kid has a lot going on romantically, right?”

You kept your mouth shut as the others nodded in agreement. While Spencer Reid may not have anything romantic going on officially, he definitely had something sexual going on. You'd been in his bed five of the last six days, losing count on the amount of times he'd fucked you into oblivion, using your body as freely as he wished, cumming inside of you to finish before washing off all traces of your coupling and cuddling upto you as you slept. 

It wasn't quite a relationship, but dear god, did you never want it to end. You hadn't been so satisfied, so fulfilled (emphasis on the filled) in a long time. 

“What are you doing with my phone?” You heard Spencer question from behind you, and you turned, trying to mask your embarrassment. You really didn't want him to think you were some obsessive not-girlfriend going through his messages, and almost dropped the phone like it was a bomb when your eyes met his. 

“We were just debating what you could possibly have to hide in your gallery’s locked folder,” Emily laughed, clapping the man on the back and smiling up at him. “Help me win $20 and tell Morgan here that you made it accidentally and don't know the password.” 

“Hey, I didn't agree to any bet yet,” Morgan laughed, kicking his feet up on his desk. 

“Only because you know you're wrong.” 

They bickered just long enough to let Spencer take a step closer to you, slipping the phone easily out of your hand and back into his pocket. His voice was low, his mouth close to his ear when he finally sated your curiosity. 

“I think you may want to distract them from this topic, Y/N. I don't think you'll like it if they demand to see what kind of pictures and…videos I have in that folder.” 

His tone wasn't suggestive, but it still lit a fire in your belly with the implication alone. You'd warmed his bed for long enough to know that you were the only one sharing it, but you didn't remember him taking any pictures or videos of you. Shit, had you been so desperate that you'd completely blanked him capturing a folders worth of images of you servicing his cock? 

You took the hunt and stepped away from him, picking up a file quickly and glancing over it before turning to Emily. Distracting them with work was the only way to keep them off the scent and distract you must.

Even if it did mean you were inconvenienced with curiosity and lust for the rest of the day. 

When you finally finished work, you practically hammered down Spencer's door, trying to get answers to questions he'd left hung in the air earlier. You were a visual learner, so you dearly hoped he'd answer by simply just showing you what you'd missed. 

“Y/N,” he said, opening the door with a sweet smile, drawing you into the apartment with a slow, honeyed kiss. You felt him smile into you, his touch chaste enough around your arms to still your beating heart. You languished in the kiss as he pulled you on closer, shutting the door behind you as he opened you up to him, pulling you further under his spell than usual. 

“I'm so happy to see you,” he said once he'd pulled away, feathering his touch across your waist, settling his hands in the crook just under your breasts, stroking the bottom of them with his thumbs. You were suddenly glad the man's hands were so large, sure that this one interaction was heaven on earth. 

He almost distracted you from your purpose for coming here. 

Pulling you to the sofa in his living room, Spencer pushed back a strand of hair, hooking it behind your ear as he let you straddle him  wrapping your arms around his neck, your head falling comfortably onto his shoulder as you inhaled his scent. 

“I'm not complaining that you're here, or anything, Y/N,” he said, hands roaming your body and stroking your ass as he spoke. “But did you have something to say? You didn't message before coming.” 

You lifted your head to look him in the eyes before looking away out of embarrassment. 

“Earlier, you…” you started, tongue going dry as he tightened his grip on your ass. He shifted slightly under you and you realized he was grinding his leg up into your clothed pussy as you spoke. 

“Yes?” 

“Your phone…the locked folder, I want to see what's inside.” 

You were sure that he knew already what you wanted before you'd even arrived, but he just smiled at you again, almost too kindly. 

“That's my private business, Y/N. Why should I let you see it?” He asked, looking good a finger under your jaw to make you look him in the eye once more. 

“I th-think… I think there are videos. Of me. I'd like to see them.” 

“Where are your manners?” 

“Please, sir,” you whispered, tipping your head forward, begging him for a kiss. “Please show me the videos.” 

He huffed out a quick laugh and gave you one last peck on the lips before he pushed you off. You sat on the floor between his legs, a position you were so used to being in by now that you wouldn't be surprised to find multiple shots of you sat like this, lips wrapped around his cock, pussy grinding on his shoes. Even the thought of such pictures had you wanting to recreate those memories, you weren't sure what a folder worth is going to do. 

Stretching over to his coffee table, Spencer picked up the discarded phone and unlocked it, flipping through some pages before looking down at you again. 

Stroking your hair, Spencer neatly arranged it before wrapping the same hand he'd been using g around your neck and pulling you gently upwards. You landed back in his lap, but he'd turned you around this time. Instead of straddling him, your back was pressed to his chest, your legs on either side of one of his. He released your neck, instead pushing his hands between your thighs so you couldn't push them together for relief - he already knew your body so well. 

“Is this what you're curious about, Y/N?” He said, finally flashing you the phone screen. The first picture was obviously taken post-sex, and you recognised his bed sheets quickly. Your face hung off the end of his bed, eyes shut as his cum painted your lips, cheeks and eyes, lips parted in a lusty moan. From the angle it was taken at, you could see your breasts swell and your hand disappear between your legs as well, stroking yourself to release.

“Shit,” you moaned, pussy clenching on nothing as it begged for relief. With a hand on your hip, Spencer started encouraging you to rock back and forward, humping his leg as he whispered in your ear. 

“You didn't know about that one because your eyes were covered in my cum. It turned me on more knowing you had no clue I was going to jack off to it later as well.” 

He scrolled to the next image, and in this one too, you seemed unaware of the camera. Your hands were tied to the headboard, and he was fucking you from behind, the shot capturing his creamy dick pulling out of you and the discarded condom on the bed beside you. 

“That was the day we learned how much more you enjoyed being filled with cum than you enjoyed condoms,” he said, scrolling to the next picture. 

“And here's your first creampie,” he said, his spare hand pushing under your shirt, fingers clamping down on one nipple as you shuddered. 

Your pace was faster now, desperately thrusting up and down his thigh. Even through your skirt and panties, you felt your wetness against his pants, knowing you'd be punished later for such unladylike behaviour. 

As if Spencer had ever wanted you to act like a lady. He knew you were a slut and he enjoyed it. 

“The next one is a video,” he said, moving his hand to your other breast and slapping it as you moaned above him. “Do you think you can handle it?” 

“Y-Yes, Sir. Please let me see it, sir.” 

“Okay, but not a fucking noise out of you. I want to hear your screams from the video.” 

You could only silently groan in reply, nodding quickly as he scrolled and pressed play. 

This one was recent, maybe one or two nights ago. You recognised the outfit you'd partially discarded, the shirt that had been ripped open. 

How had you possibly not seen the camera pointed straight at you? 

In the video, his cock was pressed into you, fucking you at a pace most would call violent  but you called heavenly. The focus wasn't on your pussy taking his cock, though, but on your boobs, recoiling and jumping with every thrust. His other hand pressed to your stomach, feeling himself sheathed there, as you moaned desperately. 

“Spen…Spen-sher,” you tripped over your tongue, slurring the words as if you'd been drugged. Your eyelids were heavy, eyes practically rolling back in your head as his hand on your stomach tightened. 

“I think I fucked your brain out, baby,” he laughed deeply, cock not relenting even one second. 

“Your tits looked so perfect,” the Spencer of the present said, pressing the phone into your hand as he grabbed each nipple and tugged them forward, leaving you gasping. 

“And you didn't even realize I was filming it all. I could've done anything to you, anything at all, and you wouldn't have cared. You'd have enjoyed it, and I'd have had the proof.” 

You were soaked now, humping deliriously against his thigh, like a puppy experiencing their first heat, desperate for this feeling to go away and for it to stay and intensify all the same. 

“You were acting so stupid. At one point, I even got you to say hello to the camera, and you didn't remember a thing an hour later.” 

Releasing one breast, he swiped one more time to the left, and you saw the beginning of another video. 

Hitting the play button, his hands returned to your chest, this time pushing up your top and bra and freely clamping down on the nipples as hard as he could. 

What intrigued you the most about this last video was the start. Unlike the pictures and the videos, you weren't in the middle of sex at the beginning of this video at all. 

You were instead laid with your back to the camera - to Spencer - a leg thrown over some unfamiliar sheets. This wasn't his bed. This wasn't yours either. 

Another minute of grinding against his leg, and you recognised the motel room from your last case. 

“Spencer, wh-” 

“Watch and see, princess.” 

The bed creaked under his weight as he climbed in behind you, removing the duvet covers from your body, replacing it with his hands. He made similarly swift work of your pajamas, only bothering to push them down to your knees before pulling out his cock and slowly pushing into you. 

If you weren't so close to another orgasm, you'd probably be shocked that Spencer had invaded your personal space and started fucking you as you slept. But that's what it meant to be his little free use slut. You allowed him access to you anywhere, anytime (including the motel room you'd given him the spare key for) and in return he dropped as many loads of his cum into your pussy as would fit there. 

Watching yourself get violated in your sleep was the last of what you needed to push over the edge. 

You grabbed Spencer's arm, gasping, and you felt him trail kisses along your neck and shoulders. 

“That's it, baby, just hold on a second while I…” he pulled the phone out of your grasp, opening yet another familiar looking app. 

You looked at the screen and found your own bare chest heaving staring back at you. He clicked the red button and forced it back into your hands as he began abusing your tits again. 

“Show the camera, Y/N. Show them how you get yourself off on my leg.” 

You complied, lifting the phone slightly to get the best view of your chest, heaving up and down as you humped his thigh into oblivion. 

Your cunt twitched and you felt fluids rushing out of you, even as your arms trembled. But you didn't let them falter  holding g up the phone to capture every second of your climax, knowing its exactly what he would want. 

“You're perfect, you know that Y/N,” he said, finally kissing the top of your head and pulling the phone out of your grasp as he saved the video into the file you'd been browsing. 

His gentleness was short-lived, though, as he pushed you off his lap and back to the floor. As you caught your breath, ass up on the floor, he took the opportunity to slip his dick out of his pants, and began stroking it up and down, inspecting your pussy with his free fingers. 

“I'll give you five seconds to get ready for the next round,” he said, and you panicked, lifting your legs off the floor. You weren't strong enough, though, or maybe you just didn't want to move. He kept counting down. 

“4….3….2…1,” you heard the predatory grin in his voice as he pushed his foot onto your head, holding your cheek to the floor with one leg. 

“As you wish then, my little slut.” He moved his foot away quickly and pushed inside of you, and your last coherent thought was of the folder again, and how long he'd make you wait to see the video you were about to shoot. 

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

⋆⭒˚.⋆ we listen and we don't judge ⋆⭒˚.⋆

(cw: f!reader, mentions of drinking/being drunk and sex)

You and fratboy!Jaehyun sat side by side at the dining table in the kitchen on the frathouse. You had a sticky note beside you so you knew what you were going to say while Jaehyun scrolled through his notes app. He looked at you from the corner of his eye, "no judging right?"

"I promise baby, unless you confess to something absolutely crazy," you laugh softly, setting your phone up against a cup.

You hit the record button and nod at Jaehyun before you both recite, "we listen and we don't judge."

You look at your note and laugh softly, "sometimes I tell you I have to study but in reality I don't want to spend the night because I know you haven't washed your sheets."

Jaehyun's jaw drops, "I wash them every two weeks!"

"Now you do! But sometimes you also sleep in your sheets right after the gym and they smell," you confess softly.

Jaehyun sighs before you both repeat, "we listen and we don't judge."

"Sometimes when I wake up after you or go to bed after you, I use your skincare stuff because it makes my skin feel nice," Jaeyhun tells you.

You laugh, caressing his cheek lovingly, "you know, I have noticed a nice glow to your skin."

"We listen and we don't judge."

You draw your hand back and drag it down your face with a soft groan, "no judging, but when I first saw you for the first time in the library, I saw Taeyong and I thought he was cuter than you."

Jaehyun's face falls, "you don't still think that do you?"

"No! I'm with you because I love you! But he just looked so cute in the library with his beanie and his hood was on. Cute like a baby or something," you reassure with a gentle hand on his forearm.

"We listen and we don't judge," you both recite in unison.

"Sometimes when you drink too much at a party and you ask me if you did anything bad the next day, I lie and tell you no because I don't want you to be embarrassed," Jaehyun tells you slowly, almost reluctantly.

"How bad are we talking?" You ask nervously, biting your bottom lip.

"Dancing on tables and chasing Mark around the house to kiss his cheek," Jaehyun replies.

"That's not too bad," You shrug. Jaehyun eyes the camera with a nervous smile.

"We listen and we don't judge."

You giggle as you read your next confession, "sometimes when your room gets too messy, I ask Taeyong and Johnny to do random room checks so you can clean your room."

"Now that I think about it, the checks have increased since we started dating," Jaehyun teases, "we listen and we don't judge. I've paid Ari to be out of your dorm for the night so we can have sex."

"Jaehyun!" You exclaim, clapping your hands over your mouth, "how many times? How much do you give her? Why?!"

"Sometimes it's fast food, sometimes it's 20 bucks, other times it's just getting one of the guys to help her with homework, she tells me her price. I do it like once a month so we can have alone time, like actually alone, not alone with 10 other guys in the house," Jaehyun explains with a playful waggle of his brow.

"We listen and we don't judge."

"Oh, you're not going to like this one," you giggle, "but sometimes when you ask me to clean up your brows and you start moving or complaining too much about how it hurts, I start getting rough and pinching you on purpose because you're annoying."

"But it actually hurts me!" Jaehyun retorts.

"It's not even that bad! You're just a baby."

"We listen and we don't judge."

"I have a tattoo that Yuta gave me when we were both drunk that you've never seen," Jaehyun rushes out. It's almost too quick that you don't catch it, but you do.

"Oh, I've seen it," you admit with a chuckle.

"You have?! When? What is it?" Jaehyun asks in shock.

"Baby, you like to take off your clothes when you drink too much. It's on your upper thigh, it's a-" You begin to explain before whispering the rest in his ear, "it's Pickle Rick from Rick and Morty."

Jaehyun's face flushes with embarrassment, "it doesn't give you the ick?"

"No, it does. That's why I let you get away with covering it with bandaids all the time."

Jaehyun hunches forward, rubbing his hands down his face, "I think we're done here."

You rub a hand across his back calmingly, "I still love you."

"Thank goodness for that!"

[jo-com]

ARCHIVES ⭑.ᐟ

୨ৎ Please do not plagiarize or copy my work!! It's okay to take ideas in some of my work but please don't own it!

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➛ CHARLES LECLERC

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₊˚⊹♡ ➛ le mien

⊹.˚🪞˚୨୧⋆｡➛ Like why are you so obsessed with me? 🪐⋆｡°✩ ➛ Latter Option

➛ CARLOS SAINZ

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ ➛ Spoiled

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ ➛ Eye Catching

˙ ✩°˖🫐 ⋆｡˚꩜ ➛ Friend or Foe

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆ ➛Best Friend Material?

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🥞➛ Making sure She says Mama

➛ OSCAR PIASTRI

‎₊˚⊹ 𐦍༘⋆₊ ⊹ ➛ Shots

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🩰 ‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊ ୨ৎ ➛ Bambi

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୧ ‧₊˚ 💐⋅ ☆ ➛ You bagged that?

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚ ➛ A way to a dog lover’s heart

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𐙚‧₊˚📒✩ ₊˚ ➛ Cousins?

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⋆🍨｡𖦹 °✩ ➛ The little Things

➛ OLLIE BEARMAN

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. ݁₊ ⊹ 🥐. ݁˖ ➛ Five More Minutes

➛ POLY RELATIONSHIPS

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆➛ Baby Fever (Charles x fem!reader x Alex)

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ ➛ Clingy (Charles x fem!reader x Alex)

˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡° ➛ Recital (Max x fem!reader x Charles)

₊˚ʚ 🌱 ₊˚✧ ﾟ. ➛ Home (Charles x fem!reader x Alex)

🎀 ⊹˚. ♡ ➛ Whipped (Charles x fem!reader x Alex)

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𖦹 ׂ 𓈒🐚 ೀ ➛ Two sides (Charles x fem!reader x Carlos)

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⋆｡˚ 🩹༝༚➛ Healed (Charles x Ex!fem!reader x Alex)

୨ৎ Harry Potter

➛ THEODORE NOTT

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Made this so you guys don’t have to keep scrolling and this will be updated every time i make a new story, Also my request are always open!! thanks for the love and support guys💋💋

[thealternateuniverse]

How did you handle it?

1st part here

A/N: Didn't expect the number of likes on the first part, thank you so much 😭

Also, I know now who does Paige's braids now. I saw her on tiktok.

Warning/s: Read at your own risk

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Following Ice's most recent live stream, Y/N's phone is constantly vibrating, and her Instagram feed is overflowing with follow requests and mentions. She didn't leave her apartment on the weekends after hearing from her teammates about their near-brawl on Friday night. She was trying to blow off some steam at the time, but she lost her cool and almost got into it. Azzi gave them a good earful, and Geno had more to say. Y/N apologized to her teammates, explaining that she was acting out of character at the time.

She felt a little better and forgot about her parents' divorce for a while. Not until her father texted her that he will be at her game next week. Dad is always the one who comes to her games; mom is too busy and cannot make time.

Frustrated, Y/N drops the dumbels.

"Yo! "KK, give me back my phone!" KK is running for her life, clutching Paiges' phone. Paige, on the other hand, looks terrified as if her life depends on with whatever is contained within her phone.

"Whaaaat! Dude, I just caught you stalking---asfghgjjhkjlhlk!" Paige caught up with KK and placed her palm on her mouth.

"Shut up!" She took her phone.

KK sounds like a dying goat now, with Paige's hands still on her mouth. Paige lets go of her and KK gasped for air.

"Shit, Hah! I just did not saw you do that P!" KK is shaking her head, laughing.

"I swear K, if you open your mouth I'll make sure that you will nev---" KK immediately zipped her mouth.

"You got it P! Your 'lil secret is safe." KK gave her a mischievous wink.

These two are as mischievous as ever.

Shaking her head, Y/N slips off her sweat-soaked muscle top, revealing only her sports bra. She could see Paige and KK's jaws drop from her peripheral vision. She turned towards them.

"What? "You guys have some saliva here." Y/N pointed to the side of her lip. The two appear to have come to their senses and instantly pretend to do something. Weird. It's as if they're seeing each other for the first time, taking off their clothes. Y/N twisted her hair into a sloppy knot and resumed lifting. She was halfway through lifting when Nika slapped her bum.

"Babe, I need you to braid my hair. Do you have a sec?"

She nodded to Nika and followed her. They walk past the others who were working out, and Y/N couldn't help but notice Paige and the way her biceps and deltoids popped while doing that damn pull up. Get a grip, Miller; you see your teammate doing this on a regular basis. Y/N reprimanded herself.

"So is mine eye enthralled by thy shape," Nika recited dramatically.

Nika came out laughing after noticing Y/N glancing at Paige.

"Don't worry, babe; she gets it a lot. And... Damn, did you just realized she's fine? You have to keep up; you have a home court advantage here." Nika winked. Y/N gave Nika a puzzled glance. It's not that she likes Paige; she just admires the muscles. That is it.

"I don't know what you're talking about, babe." Y/N said making Nika snort.

"Okay, alright. I'm blind, I can't see, must be my poor eyesight."

Y/N endured Nika's teasing while doing her hair; she doesn't want to appear defensive, so she allows her friend and pretends that Nika Muhl seeing her looking at Paige Bueckers didn't affect her.

"Thank you, Baby. "I love the braids." Nika blew her a kiss before they returned to their routines.

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Paige glanced around cautiously before scrolling through her phone. She couldn't afford to repeat the same mistake that had led to her being caught by KK. She wasn't stalking, though; the algorithm following Ice's live had led her to Y/N's tagged photos and edits on Instagram. It was kind of annoying that Y/N was now known for being the "pretty girl" from the team instead of for her talent as a player. Paige had witnessed firsthand how great Y/N was during her time at Stanford. If it weren't for her MCL injury during her second year, she would have been neck and neck with Nika's stats in the last 2022-2023 conference.

"Girly, you are still not done? Man you are really living up to be a stalker ." KK tried to glance at Paige's phone, Paige was quick to hide it.

"I am not!" Paige responded defensively.

"Of course, why stalk when you can see her every day. Home court advantage." KK playfully raised her brows and gestured towards where Y/N is, shooting 3 point shots. Yeah, Paige mused to herself. Paige knows she's got the home court advantage, always playing on familiar turf. Y/N, on the other hand, is a social media ghost, her posts as rare as a shooting star, reserved only for strategic brand alliances. Just like she guards the offensive players on the court, she protects her privacy with the same intensity, keeping her personal life shrouded in mystery.

"You are not gonna like this." KK's gasp breaks the silence, drawing Paige's attention as she leans in, sharing her latest sports article discovery. With rapt interest, they both delve into the words, their silent communion speaking volumes as they absorb every line, lost in the world of sports unfolding before them.

Sports Agent Katherine Taylor-Miller Entangled in New Romance Amidst Divorce

In a whirlwind of events, sports agent Katherine Taylor-Miller finds herself at the center of media attention following news of her divorce from husband Craig Miller. The prominent figure in the sports world, best known for representing basketball star Breanna Stewart, is reportedly embarking on a new romance with Los Angeles' top firm lawyer, Drew Ross.

While Taylor-Miller has remained tight-lipped about the circulating photos online, indicating her involvement with Ross, sources close to the situation confirm that the divorce proceedings are well underway. The couple, who share a daughter, aged 22, are navigating this transition as their family dynamic shifts.

Adding a layer of complexity to the situation, their daughter, a talented athlete in her own right, has been making waves on the collegiate basketball scene. Initially playing for Stanford University during her freshman and sophomore years, she has recently transferred to the University of Connecticut for her junior year, following in the footsteps of her mother's client, Breanna Stewart.

The unfolding saga has captivated both sports enthusiasts and gossip followers alike, as speculation mounts about the implications for Taylor-Miller's career and personal life. As the situation continues to develop, all eyes remain on the high-profile sports agent and her newfound path forward.

Paige's confusion bubbles to the surface in her question. "Wait, so... that is Y/N's mom?"

KK nods solemnly. "Yep. Didn't expect that."

Paige's brow furrows as she scans the article again. "That article is nasty. It was unnecessary to mention, Y/N."

The two exchange a knowing glance before their gaze shifts towards Y/N, who remains blissfully unaware of the storm brewing in the tabloids.

KK weighs the options for a moment before nodding resolutely. "Very. She's not gonna like it. Do we tell her?" KK's gaze seeks approval from Paige, who meets it with a shake of her head, silently acknowledging the delicate situation and opting to shield Y/N from unnecessary distress for now. "She'll find out sooner."

KK lets out a low whistle, her disbelief evident in her tone. "Unbelievable. I never thought her mom is Katherine Taylor. That woman was a badass, but yeah, whoever wrote this has some unpaid rent due." Paige nods in agreement, a hint of frustration tainting her expression as they both recognize the injustice of the situation.

The sudden thud startles both Paige and KK. Their heads snap towards the source of the sound, only to find Y/N on the bench-side taking a water break, her hand suspended and her phone on the floor.

"That's what we're talking about."

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Y/N absentmindedly follows her teammates to Subway after they decided to grab some lunch there. Despite the buzz of camaraderie around her, she's lost in her own thoughts, savoring the simple pleasure of a break from today's events. Just as she starts to believe her day couldn't get any better, her world is rocked by the unwelcome intrusion of her parents' divorce being publicized.

Her heart sinks as she grapples with the sudden exposure of her family's private turmoil. Y/N has always been fiercely protective of her personal life, preferring to keep it shielded from prying eyes. The earlier article had already crossed a line, but this latest development feels like a betrayal of trust, a violation of the boundaries she holds sacred. She can't help but feel a surge of anger and frustration at the unnecessary intrusion into her family's affairs, a bitterness that threatens to overshadow the sweetness of her teammates' company.

Y/N finds a glimmer of solace in the silent solidarity of her teammates. As they gather around the table at Subway, not a single word is spoken about the tumultuous news that has shaken her world.

In that moment, Y/N feels a profound gratitude wash over her, a deep appreciation for their unspoken understanding and respect for her boundaries.

"The salad won't eat itself," snapped Paige, jolting Y/N from her deep thoughts. Y/N mechanically took a fork, but her salad remained untouched.

"Eat up, Miller. You need your energy." Paige commandeered the fork and began mixing the salad for Y/N.

"How did you handle it?" Y/N's voice trembled with vulnerability, causing Paige to pause mid-stir.

Paige didn't respond immediately, her mind racing to grasp the depth of Y/N's question. It didn't take long for the realization to sink in—it was about the divorce.

"When your parents divorced? How did you handle it?" Y/N's eyes glistened with unshed tears, a vulnerability she hadn't intended to reveal. Paige felt a pang of empathy twist in her gut. Y/N's question caught her off guard.

"Nevermind," Y/N murmured, her voice barely above a whisper as she wiped away the threatening tears. Determinedly, she finally began to eat her salad, hoping to distract herself from the emotional turmoil of the day.

As she savored each bite, Y/N made a conscious effort to push aside the weight of her parents' divorce. Her phone buzzed incessantly with texts and calls, but she only mustered the strength to respond to her dad via text. All she wanted was for their divorce to be finalized so they could all move forward with their lives.

Her thoughts drifted to the inevitable changes ahead. Her mom and dad would each go their separate ways, free to pursue new relationships if they so chose. While the idea of their family no longer being whole was a painful one, Y/N knew it was time to accept reality.

Above all, she yearned for one simple request: no more articles portraying her solely as her mother's daughter. She was determined to forge her own path, to carve out her own identity separate from her family's legacy.

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"You okay, babe?" Nika asked Y/N, slinging her arm around her shoulders. Y/N responded with her most convincing smile. "I'm fine," she assured Nika, though the skepticism lingered in her friend's nod. "Just so you know, we're here for you, okay?" Nika offered a comforting hug. "Thanks, babe."

As they strolled back to the university after lunch, Nika, Azzi, and Aaliyah had already forged ahead for their afternoon classes, while Paige had disappeared into god knows where. Y/N's afternoon lay open; no classes to attend. She pondered whether to take a stroll around her apartment's neighborhood or indulge in a swim in the pool.

Waving goodbye to her teammates as they reached the university's parking lot, she contemplated driving back home.

Sighing, Y/N parked her car and headed towards her apartment, only to be surprised by a waiting Paige Bueckers holding a pint of Ben & Jerry's chocolate fudge ice cream.

"Paige, don't you have a class or something?" Y/N asked, noticing Paige still in her training attire: a UConn Huskies hoodie, basketball jersey shorts, socks, and slides.

Paige handed her the pint without saying anything.

"You asked me how I handled my parents' divorce," Paige shrugged.

"W-well forget it. I didn't mean to ---"

"It was hard. I thought we were a happy family, that they had vows, through thick and thin, for better or worse type of shit. I was angry, wondering what could possibly make them decide they weren't meant for each other. They had me for Christ's sake. It hurt to think that one day they'd meet someone new and start over, and what about me if that happens?" Paige took a deep breath before continuing.

"The good thing is, I was able to understand that it's better to have that divorce than to pretend they're still happy. I saw how happy my father is with his new family, happier than he was with my mother... All I'm trying to say is, whatever you feel in your current situation is valid—all the thoughts running in your head, the what-ifs, they're all valid. You'll come to terms with it soon, just give yourself time to feel it. And don't forget, you have us. It sucks to be a divorce child if you don't have siblings. It's okay, Miller. You can mope, you can lash out, feel it all the way."

Y/N burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably, surprising Paige, especially considering they were in a parking lot. Y/N didn't know why the floodgates had opened—was it the news of her parents' divorce? The stress of the article? Or perhaps simply the ice cream? Regardless, she found herself releasing all the pent-up emotions.

"Christ, Miller. I didn't expect you to break down right here," Paige panicked, attempting to pacify her, though Y/N continued crying loudly.

Paige gently grabbed her hand, and together they walked towards Y/N's apartment, Y/N still sobbing loudly.

"People will think I made you cry." Paige said shaking her head.

They entered Y/N's apartment, with Paige leading the way as Y/N was too preoccupied at the moment. Paige settled Y/N on her couch and opened the ice cream she had brought. Y/N accepted it and took a spoonful, still teary-eyed.

Paige looked at her friend in disbelief, finding her oddly cute in this vulnerable state, with red, glistening eyes and puffy cheeks from crying.

They sat in silence, letting the ice cream provide comfort. It worked, as Y/N's tears eventually ceased.

"Thank you, Bueckers. I needed that cry and... the ice cream. How can I ever pay you back?" Y/N leaned her head on Paige's shoulder, grateful it was Paige who knew her favorite ice cream flavor.

Paige pretended to ponder the question. "You don't have to. Just get back to being yourself," she said, gently ruffling Y/N's hair. Y/N sighed in contentment.

"I mean it, though. Thank you for being here. I was resigned to being miserable today," Y/N said, her voice filled with gratitude. They exchanged glances, and Paige found herself momentarily lost in Y/N's mesmerizing eyes. There was something about them that drew her in. She quickly looked away, not wanting to get too carried away and do something she shouldn't.

"Yeah, it's nothing. Get yourself together, Miller," Paige replied, more to herself than to Y/N, feeling her ears grow warm.

"Are you okay? You seem... red?" Y/N asked, noticing Paige's flushed cheeks.

"Not as red as you are. You look ugly when you cry, Y/N," Paige remarked, trying to lighten the mood.

Y/N stiffened at the comment. This was the first time she had heard Paige address her by her first name. The surprise on Y/N's face caused Paige's brows to furrow.

"What?" Paige asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

"Nothing, you've never called me by my name before. Or maybe you did, I just didn't hear you," Y/N shrugged, trying to downplay it. She didn't want to make Paige feel awkward.

"I just don't know what to feel hearing it from you. It sounds different," Y/N admitted.

Paige choked on her response, caught off guard by Y/N's vulnerability. This woman will be the death of her one day. -----------------

[airybcby]

Hello🌝🌝 If it’s okay could I request 🍉 +🍰 with Itoshi Sae for the 'More Than A Married Couple, But Not Lovers' event! Take as much time as you need!!

Thank you if you do this request btw!!!! Also I love your work!!🌝

i'm so sorry that this has taken literal AGES

a sae itoshi watermelon slice...

જ⁀♡⊹｡° if i get too close and i'm not how you hoped

♡ a/n — * cue hozier's yell from northern attitude * for my more than a married couple event! (this event is now closed)

♡ word count — 1.1k

♡ content — sae itoshi x gn! reader, sae itoshi x gn! reader, fake dating, slight pining?, angst (for like one section), probably ooc sae

♡ synopsis — living with sae itoshi was easy at first. no arguments, actually, you hardly spoke. you were doing well by his words "don't fall in love with me" ...until you weren't.

The moment your name was called alongside his, a hush fell over the room.

Sae Itoshi.

Your assigned partner for the Marriage Simulation Project.

Your stomach churned as you turned your head toward him, only to find that he was already looking at you—expression unreadable, sharp teal eyes flickering with something you couldn't quite place.

You weren’t close before this. He was the kind of person who made himself difficult to approach, who only spoke when necessary and rarely let anyone in. You’d seen him from a distance—his effortless talent, his cold confidence, his unwillingness to entertain anything that wasn’t soccer.

And now, for the next twelve weeks, you’d be living together as husband and wife.

Sae’s gaze lingered on you for a moment before he let out a quiet sigh, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

“Let’s get one thing straight,” he muttered, voice low enough that only you could hear. “This is just an assignment. Don’t make it into something it’s not.”

You bristled at his tone. “I wasn’t planning to.”

His eyes narrowed slightly, like he didn’t quite believe you. Then, in that same detached voice, he added—

“Don’t fall in love with me.”

Something in your chest twisted, but you ignored it, rolling your eyes as you crossed your arms. “As if.”

The words felt easy then, effortless.

But you didn’t know.

You didn’t know how much harder it would be to say that by the time this was over.

Your new reality set in quickly.

Living with Sae was… surprisingly quiet.

He wasn’t messy, nor was he particularly difficult to live with. He didn’t leave his things scattered around or blast music late at night. If anything, he kept mostly to himself—waking up early for practice, coming home late, showering, then scrolling through his phone on the couch before heading to bed.

For the first few days, it felt like you were roommates more than anything else.

Until the first house check.

A group of instructors showed up at your doorstep to evaluate how well you and Sae were settling in. You answered their questions with practiced ease, reciting the basic details of your new married life—who did the chores, how you divided responsibilities, how you got along.

Sae, on the other hand, barely spoke, nodding occasionally or responding with clipped answers.

Then came the unexpected request.

“Since this is a marriage simulation, we want to see some natural affection,” one of the instructors said, a polite but expectant smile on their face. “Even just something small—holding hands, maybe?”

Your breath hitched.

You turned to Sae, half-expecting him to roll his eyes and refuse. But instead, without hesitation, he reached for your hand, his fingers effortlessly slipping through yours.

Your heart stuttered.

He was warm.

His grip was firm, steady.

And the worst part? He didn’t look affected at all.

If anything, he held your hand like it was nothing. Like it didn’t make his pulse quicken the way it did yours.

The instructors smiled in approval. “Good. You two seem to be adjusting well.”

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to smile back.

But long after they left, Sae didn’t pull away.

The silence between you had started to shift.

It wasn’t that Sae had suddenly become affectionate or talkative—far from it. But the space you shared no longer felt as distant.

Small things changed.

You started cooking dinner for two instead of just for yourself, and Sae never complained. He started leaving your favorite snacks on the counter after grocery runs. You’d drape a blanket over him when he dozed off on the couch, and when you woke up late, your phone would always be plugged in, fully charged.

It wasn’t love.

But it was something.

And that something was dangerous.

It happened so naturally, you didn’t realize it until it was too late.

Movie night. A rare evening where neither of you had obligations.

You started on opposite ends of the couch, a respectable distance apart. But somewhere between the first and second movie, your bodies had unconsciously gravitated toward each other.

Sae, tired from practice, had leaned back against the cushions, and at some point, his head ended up resting against your lap.

You froze.

His arm was draped lazily over his stomach, his breath even and steady. His hair, still slightly damp from his shower, brushed against your skin.

“I can move,” he muttered, voice drowsy.

You swallowed, hands gripping the couch cushions beneath you. “You’re fine.”

His body tensed—just for a moment.

Then, slowly, he relaxed.

Minutes passed. The only sounds in the room were the hum of the TV and the faint, steady rhythm of his breathing.

And then, before you could stop yourself, you reached out—fingers brushing lightly through his hair, tucking a stray strand away from his face.

He didn’t move.

Didn’t say anything.

But his fingers twitched slightly against his stomach, like he was resisting the urge to react.

You told yourself it didn’t mean anything.

But a small part of you—the part that had already begun to fall—knew better.

The simulation was ending in two weeks.

You were supposed to feel relieved, but instead, you felt empty.

You stood on the balcony that night, staring at the city lights, heart heavy with everything you couldn't say.

And then the door slid open.

Sae stepped outside, standing beside you, hands in his pockets.

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Then, quietly—so quietly you almost didn’t hear it—he said,

“I don’t want this to end.”

Your breath hitched.

You turned to him, searching his face, but he was staring straight ahead.

“What?” you whispered.

He clenched his jaw, exhaling sharply. “I told you not to fall in love with me.”

Your chest ached.

“I didn’t,” you lied.

He let out a quiet laugh—a bitter, almost self-deprecating sound.

Then, softly—softer than you’d ever heard him—he said,

“Liar.”

You packed your things and left your shared apartment.

You told yourself it was over. That it was better this way.

But that night, as you stood in your room, your phone buzzed.

A message from Sae.

Come outside.

Your heart pounded as you stepped into the cool night air.

And there he was, hands in his pockets, standing under the streetlight like something out of a dream.

“I changed my mind,” he said, voice steady.

You swallowed. “About what?”

He stepped closer, teal eyes burning into yours.

“About falling in love.”

And just like that, the walls you’d built came crashing down.

Because this wasn’t pretend anymore.

It never had been.

And as he pulled you into his arms, holding you like he was afraid you’d disappear—

You knew, without a doubt, that neither of you ever wanted to let go.

i think i hate this but writing happy stuff for sae is hard :)

i hope you liked it!

likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!

[cielito--lindo]

to be loved mexicanly...

☁️sero notices that you've been feeling more and more homesick lately and one of your posts gives him an idea... ☁️ fem!reader x sero hanta, latina!reader x latino!sero, fluff, guerita used as a term of endearment

"remind me why the fuck i'm about to spend a fortune in overseas shipping for some fucking...toy?!" bakugou growled at his friend.

"well one because you love me and, most importantly, you want me to be with y/n...the love of my life, the keeper of my heart, the air in my lungs.." if he could have cartoon heart eyes, sero would be sporting them proudly "and you have the most money...i'm serious dude, she's miserable. she wasn't able to go back home during break and she's starting to watch old novelas again...i can only take so much el fuego en la sangre."

"don't get me wrong, bro. like this is all super manly as hell, but i'm a little confused...the way to fix her is by buying her plushies of a pharmacist?" kirishima peered over his friend's shoulder to peek at his computer screen. "several different versions of said pharmacist?"

sero couldn't help but let out a sigh of annoyance "look, dr. simi is a national treasure back home, dudes." sero remembers when he first encountered dr. simi, he was around 4-5 and was going through a nasty cold, his mom took him with her to pick up some cold medicine and out in the wild he encounter something he could only chalk up to be a fever dream. a dr. simi having a dance battle with someone from the ciel water company...he could still feel the vibrations from speaker blasting daddy yankee's rompe. "he's like the hello kitty of mexico!"

his friends all gave him various looks of confusion and wary.

sigh. "look she posted a video of this girl getting a serenata and has reposted all these tiktoks about being loved mexicanly! bro, it's my perfect chance!"

"what does being loved mexicanly even mean? and why does it feel like a slur when i say it?" denki asked, his face scrunched up.

sero paused for a moment, trying to best to word his thoughts "it depends??? like the internet thinks that being loved mexicanly is like giant grandiose gestures; giant buff bare chested men on horseback with a mariachi in the background, type shit. but realistically, it's quiet affection, never questioning your devotion for each other because actions speak louder than words, it's showing up for the good and the bad times" there was a fond smile on the tape hero's face as memories of watching his own parents show their love for him and for each other. he vowed to one day show someone that same respect.

"bro.." kirishima's voice broke through his reverie, sero looked over to find the redhead and denki clutching each other with tears in their eyes "that's so fucking manly."

"yeah whatever" bakugou scoffed, trying to hide the fact that his own eyes were red rimmed. "add another one of those shits in the cart, i think i saw an all-might one i can get for shitty deku"

"no se como vivir sin ti!"

your head was barely poking out of her comforter, scrolling through your cousins' instagrams as teresa played in the background, you've seen the novela so many times, you could practically recite it. photos of your family at the beach, your mom making her famous aguachiles, your uncle tying up a pinata for the kids in the vencidad during christmas. your various cousins with their signifcant others

you knew that choosing to go to UA was going to be a hard decision and one you've never regretted, but during these moments where the rest of your classmates were able to go home during the holidays and be with their families; you were calculating 15 hour time differences just to be able to have a phone call with them.

"todo va estar bien, mijita!" your mom's voice tried to soothe your tears during your last call "eres fuerte! este sacrificio es para que puedas alcanzar tus sueños. serás el héroe de méxico algún día, te lo prometo!"

your heart yearned for home - you could've survived not going back home for the holidays this year if you had someone to survive it with, but even then it just made your heart hurt more.

another round of tears started to flow down your cheeks as your buried yourself further into your blanket cave.

knock knock "y/n? you in there?"

"go away!"

the tell-tale sign of sero using your spare key to let himself in made you peek your head out of the blankets "remind me to destroy your copy" you grumbled

sero gave you a toothy grin "jokes on you, mi guerita, i got hella spares that you don't even know about."

you rolled your eyes at him, but couldn't help but feel a little better

"as much as i believe that sebastian rulli can cure us all, i got you a little something"

he got me something? you eyes narrowed in suspicion "...what do you want?"

"okay, fuckin wound me, why don't you?" sero faked indignant "can't a man simply buy something nice for his best friend??"

you eyed the box he held behind his back and sat up "you really didn't have to, i'm fine"

"guerita, believe me, i know you're fine as hell" he winked, doing an internal fist pump as he watched the blush bloom on your cheeks "i also have known you since we were little mocosos, i know how much you miss your family and as much as i wish i could afford to buy you a ticket back home, this is the best i could do."

sero placed the box in your lap, it was fairly large and your mind raced with what could be inside. he chewed the inside of his cheek to keep himself from screaming in panic.

you gently popped off the tape from the sides and slowly opened the plain cardboard box

it felt like an eternity as you just stared into the box with an expression on your face that was making sero sweat. oh my fucking god she hates it, oh my god - what the fuck was i thinking??

a soft sob broke sero out of his panic, he looked over to see fat drops of tears slide down your face "ohnononononono" he muttered, rushing over to you and pulling you in his arms "i'm so sorry this was so stupid, i thought-i thought you'd like it, i-"

"i love it" you hiccuped, bright eyes shining with tears "you got me dr. simis!" a watery laugh left your lips "how did you know i was missing some??"

sero's eyes flicked over to the displays of plushies lining your walls "i-uh. had a hunch."

you pulled them out one by one, plopping them into his arms until he could barely contain them before snapping a picture. you let out a laugh before making it your wallpaper. that laugh made the pain of having to ask bakugou for a favor all worth it - he'd buy the entire chain of farmacias similares to hear that laugh for the rest of his life

"there's-um" he cleared his throat, you tried not to grin at the nervous hitch in his voice "there's something else in there"

you furrowed your brow as you turned your attention back to the box, pulling out a small note at the bottom.

"quieres ser mi novia?"

do you wanna be my girlfriend?

you turned to find sero standing at the foot of your bed with the largest bouquet of roses you've ever seen. where the fuck did he even get that?

"i've liked you the moment we met as kids - you stole my duvalin and my heart on the playground that day. i wanna be the man you recreate those stupid dramatic novela scenes with-"

he couldn't even finish the rest of his speech as you threw yourself onto him - he dropped the flowers to catch you, pulling you tight against him, your thighs wrapped tight around his waist

"pendejito, yes of course!" you squealed happily

"oh thank god" sero sighed "this was gonna get real awkward if you had said no"

"what? why??"

he carried you over to the window, opening the sliding door to the balcony. you let out a surprised gasp as you saw your friends and classmates outside "she said yes, guys!" sero called out

suddenly bright and loud music began to play, you watched as some of your classmates pulled out speakers and you could recognize the begining of "mi credo" by k-paz de la sierra "none of them spoke spanish, so this is the best we could come up with!" your boyfriend (ahhhh!) laughed.

you pulled his face in closer for a soft kiss "thank you for this, hanta. it's starting to feel like home with you here."

so this was clearly pure self indulgent and no i will not be taking criticisms 👼🏽 but latino!sero will forever have my heart

also being loved mexicanly was a weird trend bc yeah all that is true, but like also machismo and cheating and toxic relationships are also very prevalent, soooo 👀

and yes, i do have an extensive dr. simi collection - i mentioned them once to my dad and every time he goes back to mx he brings me once and it fuels my little tism urge to hoard things.

[patchworkcuddlebug]

Like a Person

[This story is softcore smut.]

The witch's gaze catches it like a rat in a trap. She tilts her head as she saunters over, the otherwise frozen audience of dolls docilely clearing a path. The witch kneels, cupping its head in her hands.

"Could you repeat yourself, dear?"

It takes a second to gather its bearings, trying and failing not to sound mortified. "This one, said that it does-"

The witch interrupts it. "Good dolls obey."

Its mouth speaks on its own, in a more monotone voice than before. "This one said 'I still feel like a person.' Miss"

"Oh, you poor thing." She didn't sound compassionate or sorrowful. She was smiling, looking down at the doll like a morsel. "Why don't you join me in my study. Then I can help you deal with those thoughts of yours."

The witch walks away, hesitating only for a second when it notices the doll is still frozen in place. She looks back, scoffing through her smirk. "That's a command, dear."

The doll's legs began to move.

. . . . .

The moonlight pools into the witch's cauldron, swirling as it dissipates a volatile air. It's as if it emanates an electricity, softly pulsing through the room.

The doll can't help but notice all the small hints of magic contaminating its surroundings. The wood finish of the bookshelves peeling to reveal a faint glow underneath, the way the curtains longingly sway without wind, and the way the candles illuminating the room seem to blink in unison.

The witch sits across from her toy, behind a desk cluttered with half-finished scrolls. She leans forward on her elbows, staring the doll down as she rests her glare on intertwined hands. The doll sits with its knees together, arms overlapping as it tries to soothe itself with its own contact.

"Curtsy, dear."

The doll sits with its ankles crossed and legs tilted to the side, placing its hands together on its lap.

The witch closes her eyes and tilts her head, giving a smile exhale of satisfaction. "Good doll. Do you feel more like yourself yet?"

The doll was still tense, barely managing to look at its witch. It was in a cage with a predator, one with a voice like silk and a smile like god. "Y-yes Miss, this one-"

"The truth, dear."

"No Miss."

The doll was a hollowed out empty space shaped like a person. It had no heart to race, no bones to chill, and no muscles to shudder. It felt that absence desperately, craving nothing more than a release of this tension. "This one feels out of place as a doll. As if it is a human that does not belong."

The witch leans back, almost sending a ripple through the imperceptible density that surrounded them. As if the magic wasn't even there, as if it was air. This woman could kill anything that lives in a thousand ways with no resistance. The world lives and dies by her whims, and dolls are very replaceable.

"Why would that be, dear?" There was a flirtatious edge to her words, playing with her toy. She placed a hand on her cheek and gave a pitying look, an intentional pose. "Why don't you tell me about the parts of dollhood you don't agree with. Stillness, obedience, docility… and your purpose, of course." She giggled.

The doll wished it could breath, calming itself, stalling so it could think even for a moment. But it was commanded by its witch. It started talking before it could even chose between resistance or obedience, as a natural reflex.

It recites its feelings like a presentation. "This one struggles to find stillness, it finds obedience involuntary and intrusive, its docility is an enforced persona, and…" it looks down, flinching away for only a moment, but it is a harsh disobedience, hurting as if it was staring into the sun. "This one feels disconnected from its purpose. Miss."

The witch waited patiently until her doll was finished to sigh. "Oh, what a shame. You don't seem very much like a doll at all, do you?"

The witch stood up and sauntered to where the doll sat, almost flying through the oppressive atmosphere. She stands behind the doll, waiting for just long enough to make it flinch when she places a single finger on its exposed neck, just above the strap of her uniform. "I suppose I have no choice but to give you your humanity back. Let you run along back to that 'existence' people seem so keen on."

Scratching. As the doll's neck curved, the witch twisted her finger just enough to have the edge of it barely scrape along the doll's hardened exterior.

The witch placed her arm around the doll, resting her weight on its back. She lowered her voice to a whisper as she moved her lips to its ear. "Unless you'd like to stay here with me~"

The doll was silent. Stiff, but not still. It was desperate to react, but it didn't know how. Even if it did, it would never dare to break the witch's command, even if it wanted to.

"That was a question, dear. Good dolls respond."

"This one wants to be a doll Miss." It squeaked out, hurried.

"Oh? And here I thought you weren't enjoying yourself." The witch tightened her hug, raising her chest to press against the doll's back. "Whatever could be driving you to stay?"

She's so warm. She's so soft.

"Speak."

"You Miss."

"Louder." The witch purred, digging her claws oh so gently into her prey.

"You, Miss."

The witch let out a husky, sinister chuckle, nuzzling her head into the nape of the doll's neck. Even then, it was perfectly stiff. "I thought you said you were 'disconnected from your purpose'. Did I hear you wrong, dear?"

"N… no, miss."

"Then you lied to me, didn't you~?"

"…This one didn't-"

"Yes or no, dear."

It whimpered. "Yes Miss."

The witch playfully tsk-tsk'd in disapproval as her removed her grip from her doll, standing back up straight. She towered over her toys even when they stood, and now in its seat her doll had to crane its neck to look up at its witch as she deserved.

"That's a big mistake, doll." She speaks with the same flirtatious playfulness as she always has, circling around to the doll's front. She placed a hand on the doll's head, trusting it with her weigh as she straddled her legs around the doll's torso, sitting on its lap. It deliberately leaned away from the doll, sparing it from any of her tantalizing closeness.

She reaches around the doll to grab the back of the chair. "Bad dolls need to be punished. And since I'm feeling generous…" Slowly, ever so slowly, she leaned forward. "…You'll have the honour of choosing your punishment."

She finally felt her chest press against the doll's face. The hem of her bodice opened just barely enough to let the doll rest its head in her cleavage. "It's a big decision. Take all the time you need~"

It wanted to stay here, oh so badly it did. It wanted to spend the rest of their eternities letting Miss lean herself against it, using it as nothing but a support while letting it smother in her wonderful body. But it was a doll, and it was given a command.

It leans away just enough to speak. "This one would like to be put on display, Miss." It decided with little deliberation. "This one thinks it is a fitting punishment for a failed doll."

The witch grabbed the back of her doll's head, leaning it just forward enough to give it a deep and passionate kiss on the forehead. "Oh, how predictable. I'm not sure if this will be a punishment for you, but I did make a promise, after all~"

She places both hands on the doll's thighs, giving them a gentle squeeze as she hoists herself back upward. The witch turns away, hesitating only for a second when it notices the doll is still frozen in place. She looks back, scoffing through her smirk.

"Do I need to tell you to do everything, dear?" The witch snapped her fingers. "Come."

The doll obeyed.

. . . . .

The doll was a hollowed out empty space shaped like a person. It had no heart to race, no bones to chill, and no nerves to shudder. In its current state, it couldn't even smile. Its witch clearly commanded it to be perfectly still.

It stood next to the couch, facing away from the wall. It was standing at attention, fully on display, no uniform hiding the artistry of Miss's favourite decoration.

The doll assigned to tidy the living quarters finished its task at the coffee table, now moving on to the new installation. There is no recognition in its eyes, just a docile readiness to perform its task.

It's holding a feather duster.

[pfhwrittes]

have some transmasc reader with the 141 silliness that just popped into my head.

tags/tw: transmasc reader has a backstory, attempts at humour, discussions of the english school system, brief mentions of classism, "cunt" used as a term of endearment.

unedited and written straight into the drafts as per usual.

790ish words of platonic silliness.

you can't remember how the conversation started exactly, it seems that one minute they're all chatting about the football scores (dull, but you make all the right noises in the right places) and then the next they're talking about their experiences at school.

you share a fondly exasperated look with gaz when soap explains his long list of lunch time and after school detentions (how he got away with making that many beakers explode in a chemistry lab you'll never know), you wince when ghost curtly informs soap that he was "too thick" for school (patently untrue from the way you've seen him demolish a crossword), you elbow soap in the ribs when he starts getting carried away taking the piss out of price's a-level in english literature (even if you did grin at the thought of him slogging his way through twelfth night).

and then gaz turns to you.

"come on then, mate. what was school like for you?" he grins, still enjoying the buzz of hearing price recite the famous quote about a man's "greatness".

"it was alright. just school, y'know?" you shrug carelessly feeling relaxed and comfortable.

"aye, but what was it like? we ken yer the only bastard here who had private school education." soap chips in, purposefully making his voice posh and plummy on the last three words.

"shut up, you knob. it wasn't like that." you scoff and elbow soap again, "and i'm not the only bastard here with private school education! gaz went to, fucking what'sitcalled, st paul's!"

"fide et literis." price intones gravely.

there's a pause where everyone looks at price with varying levels of surprise until ghost snorts a laugh.

"pretty sure my school's motto was 'stay out of prison you shit'eads'."

you all laugh boisterously and you spot ghost's eyes crinkle at the corners as his own mouth pulls into a grin behind his mask. you sigh happily and make yourself more comfortable by butting up against soap's arm. you let your mind drift a little until gaz interrupts your thoughts.

"go on then, what school did you go to?"

"hmm?" you blink tiredly, "oh, uh, st helen's and st katharine's."

gaz whistles lowly, impressed.

"bit posh that, mate."

you cringe, suddenly embarrassed, and your ears burn up with mortification.

"i got a scholarship, alright?" you mutter, as if that justifies the inherent classism of your education. ghost kicks your ankle and you shoot him a weak smile even as your face feels like it's bursting into flame.

soap makes a confused sound and looks between his phone and your face.

"are ye sure you've got the name of yer school right?" he asks.

"yeah?" you look at him quizzically as his eyebrows draw together forming a crease. you shoot a look at price who holds his hands up in the universal "don't fucking ask me" gesture in response.

"yer positive?" soap questions again sounding baffled.

"...yeah?" you say slowly, feeling just as confused at soap's questions.

there's a pause while soap scrolls through his phone.

"but, it's a girl's school?"

you blink. you blink again. what the hell is he confused about? you look over at ghost who has gone stock still before his shoulders start jerking up and down with silent laughter. you turn to gaz who looks confused before his face clears and his mouth splits into a wide grin.

"how can ye have gone tae a girl's school if yer a boy - a man?"

price groans and hides his face into his hands at soap's question and mutters something about soap being "a proper fucking muppet" to himself. ghost wheezes out a surprisingly breathy laugh.

you blink for a third time before tilting your head back and howling with uncontrollable laughter. your ribs ache and tears collect in the corner of your eyes.

"soap -" you snort, still giggling madly when you go to speak, "did y- did you forget -" you stop to heave in a breath to calm yourself "did you forget i'm trans... again?" you finish, tears streaking their way down your hot face.

soap's face is nearly crimson over his stubble when you turn to face him again, clearly embarrassed as gaz hollers.

"he did! he fucking did! oh my god!"

"how the fuck can you f'get summat like that?" ghost manages to wheeze out before breaking out into laughter again.

"you silly cunt." you say warmly, deeply pleased by the accidental affirmation as you knock your shoulder into soap's affectionately.

soap offers you a lopsided grin in response even as gaz and ghost continue to laugh and price groans.

"i can't believe i know you pricks."

and for some reason that makes you break out into laughter all over again, but this time soap's braying laugh joins in.

[sabrgirl]

4 habits that will change your life ✨

istighfar x100 a day

i cannot stress enough how powerful istighfar is. when i first started doing this x100 a day, i almost told my therapist i don't need therapy anymore because life suddenly got so much better lol. obviously, that didn't last because life isn't consistent and stable like that. nonetheless, istighfar protects you, it gives you strength through Allah's Mercy, it brings you closer to Him, it grants you peace and happiness. it doesn't take too long to do 100 times a day. just sit there after a prayer, i picked fajr, and recite 'astagfirullah' on your fingers like you would usually do tasbih after salah, or use beads etc. it takes about 5 minutes of your day and will change your life. try it every day for 1 week and see what happens.

dhikr when you wake up and before you go to bed

by doing this, you're starting and ending your day with the remembrance of Allah. my grandma used to say that the way you start your morning determines the rest of your day. it's also scientifically proven that the first thing your brain gets dopamine from is what your brain is going to look for the rest of the day. for eg, if you go on your phone as soon as you wake up, you're more likely to be tapping your phone, scrolling, going on your phone for the rest of the day. because it sets the tone!

so, if you start your day with the remembrance of Allah, not only are you getting blessings for it and improving your relationship with Him, but you'll set the tone for the rest of the day and will probably be more inclined to do dhikr later on too. i can testify that it definitely works. it's the best way to get your day started.

and when you end with dhikr, it's the same thing but in reverse--a peaceful way to end the day, easier to fall asleep and a great way to feel connected to Allah سُبْحَٰنَهُۥ وَتَعَٰلَىٰ. it's also scientifically proven that the condition you fall asleep in usually stays with the person all night. think about a time you've had such a good day/night and you fall asleep happy. did you wake up feeling good? what about when you've fallen asleep crying or upset? maybe the sleep was so good after but did you still wake up happy? so, if you go to sleep in a state of remembering Allah, you'll likely wake up in that state too.

now think about the benefits of doing dhikr as you go to bed and wake up every single day. you'll always be in a state of the remembrance of Allah! the Prophet ﷺ used to recite the last three surah's of the qur'an, ayatul kursi and the last two verses of surah baqarah. you can do any dhikr you'd like, 'subhanallah wa bihamdi' or 'alhamdulillah' or 'astagfirullah'. pick whatever you like.

surah mulk before bed

It was narrated from Abu Hurairah that the Prophet (ﷺ) said:

"There is a surah in the Qur'an, with thirty verses, which will intercede for its companion (the one who recites it) until he is forgiven: Tabarakal-ladhi bi yadihil mulk (Blessed is He in Whose Hand is the Dominion)." - Surah Mulk (Sunan Ibn Majah 3786)

surah mulk has lots of benefits, and Abdullah bin Mas‘ud (one of the companions of our beloved Prophet ﷺ) narrated that “whoever recites Surah al-Mulk every night, Allah will prevent the punishment of grave by this Surah”. 

so clearly, there are a lot of benefits by reciting this surah that we will thank ourselves for in the next life - preparing for our akhirah (afterlife) is very important. you'll also end your day with the remembrance of Allah and have the specific reminder through this surah that everything belongs to Allah and is under His control. it helps me have nice dreams too.

it's not very long, it has 30 verses so it won't take a really long time.

learning a new surah bimonthly

this helps you build a relationship with the Qur'an and is a nice challenge for you to incorporate into your life. i recommend reading the translation and commentary of the surah first, so that you don't simply memorise it but know what it's about, what Allah is trying to say with the chapter and how you can live by it. but incorporating the memorisation of Allah's words into your life is a gamechanger: you'll build a bond with Allah, with the Qur'an and also with your salah too. because it's always exciting to be able to recite a new surah in your prayers - being able to do that multiple times a year is great.

start small and you will turn these all of these into habits. remember that the Prophet ﷺ said that 'the best of deeds are those which are done consistently, even if it is a little' (Sunan Ibn Majah 4240). what do we call things that are done consistently? habits!

start with one and do it every day for 30 days. then keep going and slowly add another once the first one has become fully established as a habit. sometimes we want to rush and do everything all at once and change our lives overnight. that's the worst thing to do because you'll either never do it or, you will start, then become so overwhelmed with so many new things to do that the habits won't stay and won't be long term. don't worry, we have our whole lives :) start slow and your life will change for the better. may Allah make it easy for us all, Ameen ♡

[luceafarul-de-dimineata]

Seeing the kings reactions over the KingxSeraph shenanigans Mc did is soo funny specially lucifer XD

Out of context we need to see the seraph's reaction accidentally reading/getting recommended of that fanfiction while they're in heaven and they didn't know who tf wrote it lol

Let's just say that Eligos thought you how to code and showed you how easy it is to hack into Heaven's system. Of course, you, as a responsible adult, sent the angels a worm with the fanfiction you wrote of them.

Gabriel was scrolling through his phone to try and prove Michael wrong on something when he recieved a mail.

Michael: I'm telling you, Bethlehem is written with a 'th' not with a 't'

Gabriel: Shut up! Just because I have 'dyslexia' doesn't mean I'm illeterate! Let me look it up on my pho- OH MY LORD, GOD SENT ME AN EMAIL!

Michael, shocked but still intrigued: Wait, really? What does it say?!

Gabriel tries to control his growing arousel as he clears his throat and recites: My dear Gabriel, I apologise for the long wait. The hotel I'm @ doesn't have good internet connection. Here is a vision I had while sleeping 2night.

Raphael: Not to shit on your parade, but that doesn't sound like God to me

Gabriel: Did I say, Raphael, that you are a disgrace to angel kind. You should have been the one to fall, not Lucifer. Anyways!

Gabriel proceeds to read the fanfictions out loud with an increasingly confused voice. Michael knocks Gabriel's phone off and stomps on it to Gabriel's dismay.

Michael: That isn't God. God woundn't write something so unruly!

Gabriel: Those filthy demons! That's it! This time, I'll slay them all. I'm getting my whole army.

Raphael: Violence my beloved.

All the seraphim attack with an enraged look on their face. Except Raphael, he just has a boner and kills for the fun of it. Overall, bad idea, don't send smut to the angels while pretending to be God.

[noemilivv]

PH MI GOSH ✨️ANON HERE I GOT ANOTHER IDEA (

So angel Is a performer, right?

So imagine, huskerdust meeting and slowly getting to know reader,, who also works under the vees but as a live theater actor.

Maybe huskerdust might have a crush, maybe not (depends if your ok with poly)

And he recently got cast as a character, and is panicking and angel offers to help, and husk watches, just so happy and affectionately by seeing the people he's closest to have fun in something their both good at

And they go to readers show, where he plays JD from Heather's (like Jamie muscatos ver.) And it's just fluff and maybe some hurt comfort when reader worries on opening night

(Also a one-shot idea but if u don't do those it's entirely ok)

Have fun, take breaks and don't forget to do the do!! Have a goody good :))

HELLOOO ✨ ANON MY LITTLE RAINBOW OF LOVE !! this is actually so cute, and the fact that reader is jd is even better, i haven’t watched heathers in a hot minute so i hope this is good!!

Warnings: Swear Words, Use of the F-Slur, Based loosely off of Heathers the Musical

“Meant to Be Yours”

Husk x MT!Performer!Reader x Angel

You paced your hotel room that was shared between you and your boyfriends, waiting for an email on casting results for the most recent show you auditioned for.

“Sugar, you did great, there’s no way they ain’t casting you, relax.” Angel said, with a sleeping and purring Husk in his arms, his face shoved in his fluff.

Before you could comment your phone dinged, you went to swipe up on it, before realizing it was the cast list. “Fuck!” You yelped, nearly dropping your phone.

Husk groaned, he had been woken up, shoving his face further into Angel’s poof, as your other boyfriend chuckled.

“Well, open it, what ‘re we waitin’ for?” Angel said, quite eager to see the results, being quite the big fan of Heathers himself.

You scrolled for a bit before yelling out a loud scream, “I GOT THE PART!”

“Fuck yeah, baby!” Angel cheered, tossing his arms up in the air.

A monotone, ‘Woo…’ came from Husks lips as he attempted once more to drift off to sleep, he cared, it’s just he was hungover and tired, what’d ya expect?

“Hey Ram, doesn’t the cafeteria have a no fags allowed rule?” Angel quoted from your script.

“…Line.” You muttered embarrassedly.

“They seem to have an open-” Before Angel could finish, he was cut off.

“Ohh!” You said in realization. “They seem to have an open door policy for assholes, though.” You recited, getting back into character almost instantly.

The both of you went on as Angel helped you practice and memorize your lines. But little did the two of you know, that your cat boyfriend who watched from afar, spent the whole time recording you guys out of sight…

After hearing you run lines and songs for almost three months straight, Husk and Angel definitely got them stuck in their heads.

You would hear Husk humming to ‘Freeze your Brain’ while he worked at the bar, and you would hear Angel banging out to ‘Our Love is God’ while in the shower.

You would’ve never expected them to be so supportive of this, but nonetheless your over the moon, theater was your life both on Earth and in Hell, so you’re glad your boyfriends seemed to enjoy it.

Opening night came sooner than you wanted it to, you were gonna miss the cast you grew to love, but more importantly…you were nervous. You had never performed infront of your boyfriends before and you didn’t want them to think you were bad by any means.

You sat in the mirror, doing your makeup to get ready to go to the theater, you could feel your hands shaking from what felt like every emotion known to man.

“You okay, sweetheart?” You heard a rough voice speak from the doorway, you could see him in your mirror, Husk.

“Yeah…” You say, setting down your concealer, “Just uh, nervous, for tonight.”

“Hey.” Husk says, approaching you, his paw resting on your shoulder. “No matter how it goes, you’ll do great, and me and Ange will be supporting from the sides.”

“I guess so, but what if you guys think I’m bad?” You say, looking at Husk through the mirror.

“Hon, we’ve watched you rehearse for this, we’ve seen you go over your lines, we’ve heard you sing your songs, which by the way, are stuck in my fuckin’ head thanks to you, mister. All three of us know just how good you are, and tonight is just an opportunity to show all of Hell how great our boyfriend is.” Husk said, chuckling slightly, ruffling your hair.

You turn to face him, and hug him while still sitting down, “Thank you, baby.” You mutter.

“Of course, Doll.”

[gyuswhore]

being a bit of a party pooper here so feel free to scroll past, I just wanna talk about my feelings 🫠

I know ive been trying to move past the shitshow that's played out on this blog in the last month but ive honestly grown to dread every time I see a notification in my inbox. there's some really nice ones in there but theres also enough not very nice ones too, and I hate that something that used to get me so excited has me reciting prayers as I open it.

this is a request to anyone sending anyone asks; please be kind. if you're so confident in your criticism of someone, stop hiding behind anon. stop having such entitled opinions on things that don't concern you, at least not so publicly in someone's inbox.

im trying to ignore the nasty ones, all they've been doing is catching either a block or a delete from me, but please be aware that there's always a human behind the screen. I appreciate everyone being kind in my inbox, I will be replying to you soon 🤍

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

Lol remember the early days when there was an about-even split between people who thought that Gabriel would be Hawkmoth and people who thought Alim Kubdel would be Hawkmoth? Good times, good times. Speaking of Alix’s dad, how would you have had the show pan out with him being Hawkmoth instead?

I wasn't around to see it in real time, but I browse fanfics in rough chronological order starting from the beginning of a fandom, so I'm aware that this theory was a thing because I've read a good portion of the fics that were written pre Origins. (AO3 has a last update filter if you want to pair down your options for a less overwhelming selection or just enjoy fics from before certain plot points came to be.)

While I'm aware of the theory, I'm a little confused as to where it came from. Alim only has two brief appearances in season one. The first is from the start of The Pharaoh. In it, we see Alim telling Jalil that historical artifacts are not meant for testing crackpot theories:

Mr. Kubdel: Jalil, these types of frescoes are almost always the illustration of a legend. They called it a legend for a reason... Jalil: That's what everyone thinks. But I know it's real. I can prove it! Mr. Kubdel: Really? And exactly how are you going to prove it? Jalil: I just need to get my hands on Tutankhamun's scepter and recite the spell! Mr. Kubdel: Are you serious? Don't even think of touching that scepter. I'd lose my job on the spot. It's a priceless historical object! Not a toy! Jalil: Come on, dad! We have to try out the spell! What if Tutankhamun had found out how to bring people back to life? Mr. Kubdel: Listen, Jalil! That's enough! Get your head out of those papyrus scrolls and focus on the real world! This one! (leaves)

And his other appearance is from the start of Timebreaker. In it, Alim gives Alix the watch that is later revealed to be her miraculous:

Alix: They're Marinette's parents. You know, one of the chicks I hang out with? Mr. Kubdel: Yes, I remember. They make the best bread in the whole of Paris. (he notices one of Alix's sneakers) Couldn't you have made more of an effort to dress nicely? Alix: What do you mean? I took off my cap. (points to her cap) Mr. Kubdel: But this is a special day. Alix: Well, it's only a birthday. Mr. Kubdel: No, this is a special birthday (reaches inside his jacket pocket and brings out a watch) This family heirloom was made by one of our ancestors many, many years ago. It's been passed down from one generation to the next, on their 15th birthday. And today, it's your turn to inherit it. Alix: It's pretty sweet, dad. But I've already got a watch, synced up to my smartphone. Mr. Kubdel: But sometimes there's more to things than meets the eye. Let's just say that our ancestor was… (opens the watch) Ahead of his time. (Alix gasps) Of course, I'd understand if you'd rather me buy you a new pair of rollerblades. Alix: No, Dad! I'm stoked to have it. It's awesome, thank you! (her phone rings) Mr. Kubdel: Are your friends waiting? Alix: Yeah, but I don't wanna bail on you. It's cool. Mr. Kubdel: No, no, go ahead. (Alix stands up and grabs her cap) Now, take good care of it.

Based on these two scenes, Alim doesn't read like a villain to me. He reads like some sort of protector. If I had to pick a role for him, it would be the guardian, not the villain. After all, what better way to find missing miraculous than to go into a field that has you informed about all sorts of interesting archaeological discoveries? The fact that he's handing out a miraculous only elevates that potential, especially since Alim was smart enough to give it to the kid who was suited to be a hero while leaving Jali is be his conspiracy-theory-loving self.

Another variation of that is to have him (or Alix's other parent) be the rabbit holder and Alim is passing on the torch to Alix because it's time to start her training. He did say that the watch is handed down through their family and, if there's one miraculous that would need a lot of training, it's the rabbit. Plus a history related field is a perfect fit for a rabbit!

Of course, a villain might also go into a field like curation in order to find miraculous, but I'm really not getting villain vibes here. Part of the reason Gabriel makes such a good villain is that he has a clear, understandable goal: bringing back his wife. Alim has nothing like that, so to make him into a villain, I'd have to come up with a motivation for him and the only thing that I can think of is wanting to bring back his own seemingly missing spouse. That's not a very interesting route, though, since it's just a copy-paste of Gabriel's plot and I'd want Alim to be something unique unless you wanted to swap Adrien and Alix for some reason and just tell the same story with a focus on different characters.

I mean, you could make Alim have a motivation like protecting historical artifacts, but then why would he want the ladybug and the black cat? What wish would he be trying to make? Rewriting history won't protect it! I could maybe see a goal of rewriting history to stop a bunch of atrocities, but any historian would know that undoing a given set of atrocities means massive changes to history and it would likely just lead to different atrocities. You'd have to change how humans work or something equally messed up to make a world without atrocities, which makes it a pretty poor motivation as it would make Alim too cartoonish to really work. He'd feel like such a massive step down from Gabriel's complexity...

All of this is why I don't think that the show should have continued post Gabriel. I just don't see what motivation you can give a villain that isn't either derivative or a cartoonish downgrade. "I want to resurrect my wife" just hits different from "I want to take over the world."

To make Alim a villain in his own right, you'd have to redesign major elements of the show. I think a character with his background would work well as a master thief who collects historical artifacts for his own collection or to sell them so that he can live in luxury, but I can't picture his character sending out akumas to terrorize Paris. Ladybug and Chat Noir would go from action heroes to something more stealthy. Spies who are trying to track down Alim and stop his network, returning artifacts to their rightful owners. Not a bad concept for a show, but too different from Miraculous for me to pretend it's a good concept for a series reboot.

[starredforlife]

ok top five scenes from the kung fu panda universe (any of the movies, shorts, shows, etc). could be fight scenes, character moments, etc etc so on and so forth

FERN THIS IS SO HARD. FOR ME. UHM !!!!

ESCAPE FROM GONGMEN TOWER please watch it right now please please it's such an underrated scene musically and visually. this is the scene where tigress catches a flaming arrow and that's the exact moment i became a homosexual. vic history. it's also the scene where we see her chops as a leader of the five and the way she's fit into this role to balance out Po so well. and also all her potential as who she could've been, if she'd been chosen to be the dragon warrior herself. but she's not.

MUSICIAN'S VILLAGE I LOVE this scene the way it introduces, to the audience, that the score is going to play a part in the fight scenes of this movie is absolutely magnificent. and the way we get reintroduced to the furious five's + po's fighting style, and it reminds us immediately that they are formidable--and then sets up the inciting incident of the plot with so much mystery (and we see the 2d animation style again too, which has always represented po's inner subconscious. WHY DIDN'T THEY DO THAT FOR THE FOURTH MOVIE. whatever)

i would say the bridge fight (kfp1) and i adore that scene but i have to say, i really love the performances, the ambience, the color boards, the sound effects, and the emotional impact of shifu and tai lung's fight in the 3rd act more. i love when kfp actually invested time in its non-main protag characters. tai lung was an absolutely fascinating villain and this scene just rounds out his character so well

The entirety of the secrets of the scroll short film oh my god i love that one so much. teenage tigress. my baby girl.

FUCK okay and then the fireworks factory (2nd movie) where Po confronts Shen about his past. And he gets shot with a cannon and Tigress doesn't get to him in time. breaks my heart every time. i'm going to include the scene where Tigress and Po fight right before that in the jail too bc the musical score called "Fireworks Factory" starts with THEIR HUG. AND IT ENDS WITH HER RUNNING TO CATCH HIM. AND FAILING. MY BAKA LIFE !!!!! i don't even ship them anymore like i did when i was 14 i mostly just love tigress but their platonic relationship is v important to me. i have to include their hug bc that did irreparable damage to me as a tween. sorry the quality of the first vid is so ass. their relationship in the entire 2nd movie is so good i could write a whole analysis on it probably. it's paining me physically to not include their earlier boat scene talk.

this is also the scene where tigress snarls at the gorilla and that changed my brain chemistry forever.

i love the entire second movie this is so hard for me AUGHHHGHGH okay quick honorary mention: i also love the scene where we see shen fight the three masters (rhino, croc, ox). that quick fight scene is SO well executed. the dialogue and the performances are incredible. i used to have every line of dialogue of this movie memorized and especially loved reciting this scene (skip to 1:10)

and then if i had to pick a moment from the third one it's the one where oogway's statue gets wrecked at the jade palace. it lands emotionally very well for a scene that could have easily been mishandled too comedically or too quickly. like it still gives me chills. and i'm not even gonna touch on the character animation/acting of tigress and shifu here bc GOD. kai's theme does rock also!!! AND i LOVE the colors in this movie SO MUCH holy fuck

and then a minor detail from the first one is i love how the characters act with each other, namely the five and shifu. they clearly have a history and/or comradery with each other. shifu undoing the nerve damage tai lung did in a way specific to each of his students stands out to me in particular.

1 and 2 are masterpieces to me and i have my Things about the 3rd one but overall, a beautiful trilogy. i wish the 4th one didn't exist im killing it with my bare hands. vic hate movie? vic murder it. 5th rule of the streets.