#he gives me secondhand embarrassment so he gets the W

[cozymochi]

we've had a cunt-off for nyoka v jamil now time for boyfailure competition: cecil v idia

There doesn’t even need to be a poll, Idia wins

Because between the two of them, only one of them jerryrig a tube up his pants so he can piss in a bottle so he doesn’t have to go to the toilet and interrupt his all night gaming binge and have you SEEN bruhs dialogue? Have u heard him he talk 😭 have you seen his room? oh my god, NO contest Idia wins

Cecil’s biggest sin is being a little clumsy with bad luck

IDIA SHROUD IS IDIA SHROUD i cant even LIST all his boy failure crimes, there’s so many

Here’s your crown, king /) 👑

[astrobei]

byler love rosie au send tweet

[annievrse]

the secret of us

chuuya x fem!reader —ᡣ𐭩 fic summary: mori makes an unfortunate discovery w/c: 1.5k c/w: nsfw [mdni!!] (nothing too explicit just heavy petting & slight dry humping), secondhand embarrassment lol

"What am I going to do with the two of you?"

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Elise giggle, and you roll your eyes. You stay silent, and through sheer will, so does Chuuya.

"This is highly inappropriate, especially for two of my best executives," Mori sighs, rubbing his forehead. Your boss looks annoyed and flustered, considering the situation he just found you in. "Imagine if it was one of your subordinates."

"I would've told them to enjoy the show," Chuuya mumbles. Mori shoots him a disapproving look, and you shake your head without looking at him, trying your hardest to suppress a smile.

Half an Hour Earlier...

"Nakahara," You greet, stepping into the main meeting room at the Port Mafia base. You hold up a folder when he looks up from the table, surrounded by his subordinates.

Chuuya's eye glints when he says your name back. Then he turns to his inferiors, and his face morphs into a scowl. "Get out."

They all rush out around you, some tripping over their feet but all refusing to look you in the eye.

When the door finally closes, Chuuya flicks his hand out, the lock on the door turning.

"Got a report to give me, doll?" He teases, spreading his legs wide and patting his lap. "C'mere."

You twist your lips to stop a shy smile from breaking and walk toward him.

"Maybe," You say. "Maybe not."

The way he sits is intimidating, and if you hadn't known him for so long, you'd be scared of him. His chunky boots are on display, thanks to the hem of his pants rising. Your eyes flicker to his arms crossed over his chest, his lean biceps visible through the white material of his dress shirt. He must've removed his coat halfway through the meeting with his faction. And then your gaze drifts to his face. He wears a knowing smirk, and his blue eyes gleam in the setting sun through the large window. His hair looks particularly red in the warm light, and you want to brush the stray strands off his face.

Chuuya hums and guides your hips to sit on his lap. His gloved fingers are hot through the fabric of your pants, and you're sure your suit is going to burn off your body any second.

You place the folder on the table and shift so you're straddling his thighs.

He nods at the plastic sleeve lazily. "What's it about?"

You shrug. "Boss wanted me to bring it to you."

Chuuya nods and runs his hands up your thighs. You tuck his loose hair behind his ears, pushing some off his forehead.

"Quit that," He mumbles but makes no effort to move. You shake your head and brush your thumbs over his cheekbones. He says your name with a warning.

"Yes?" You ask, a smile on your face. Leaning forward, you press your lips against his forehead, then his cheeks, leaving red lipgloss marks in your path.

Chuuya scoffs in reply. "Brat."

You gape at him teasingly. "That's no way to talk to me."

"I guess you're right," He says, grabbing onto your ass before standing up and sitting you on the table. You bite your tongue to stop the yelp that climbs your throat at his sudden movement. "Guess I have to make it up to you."

"I guess you do." You exhale sharply when you feel his gloveless hands under your shirt. When did he take those off?

Chuuya's fingers dance on your back as you pull him closer by his bolo tie. Between your thighs, he presses himself against you, and you know you've teased him enough. Your legs circle around his hips, and you bring his face closer. Chuuya meets you halfway, lips crushing in a searing kiss. You lift your hands to his hair and slide his hat off, tossing it somewhere in the room.

Before he can pull away and complain or lecture you about the hat's intricate details, you find yourself breathing heavily from your nose as you exchange open-mouthed kisses. It’s hard and hungry, and soon, your coat is on the floor, your shirt following.

“Off,” You mutter against his lips, your fingers grasping his waist before fisting the material of his shirt and tugging it. “This needs to come off.”

"Where's your manners?" Chuuya snarls before pulling it over his head so there's no chance for you to break the buttons. He's replaced so many.

You don't reply, barely hearing him as you run your hands down his lean torso. Chuuya leans over you and pushes you gently onto the table. The wood is cold on your back, and you wrap your arms around his neck to bring his lips to yours.

He rubs his crotch against yours, and the delicious size of him makes you moan into his mouth. You tighten your thighs around him; the friction is so good it's almost painful.

"Fuck, doll..." Chuuya groans back, his fingers playing with the clasp on your bra.

You're so lost in your own mind and Chuuya's touch that you don't hear the lock turning and the door opening.

It's not until someone clears their throat and the breeze from the hallway causes goosebumps to gloss your skin that you're jumping up. You nearly headbutt Chuuya as you do so, arms retracting from his shoulders to cover your chest.

"The fuck?..." Chuuya spits, but his face drains when he sees who is at the door. "Boss—"

"Get dressed," Mori sighs. "My office."

And then he leaves, the shadow of him still lingering in the doorway as you button up your shirts in silence.

"Bets on whose getting fired first?" You say, picking up Chuuya's hat and putting it on your head.

"Shut it," He snaps, and you see the anger and lust in his eyes. Anger at Mori for barging in unannounced like this meeting room was your bedroom. Lust for obvious reasons. The sight makes you giggle.

"I hope he doesn't keep us long, I actually have a meeting at 5." Chuuya side-eyes you as you leave the room, pointedly ignoring your comment.

"Oh!" You pause in the hallway before Mori's office and turn to your boyfriend. "C'mere."

"Why?" His face screws up in irritation. And when you start wiping his cheeks, his face flushes red. "You just had to do that, didn't you?"

You tilt your head, wiping the last remnants of your lipgloss from his skin. "You're pretty."

Chuuya scowls and lets you kiss his cheek. "Let's get this over with."

Now...

Mori covers his face with his hands. "You know what this could mean for both of you if this gets out. Yes?"

Dread pours over your body like hot oil. Nodding, you glance at your boyfriend. His previous devilish look is gone, and in its place is carefully constructed fear that took you almost seven years to detect.

"It means," Mori says, assuming you and Chuuya don't know exactly what he's implying. "If anyone outside the PM finds out, they could use you against each other. Which is something this organisation doesn't need."

"Nobody knows," You blurt, wiping your sweaty palms on your dress pants. "We've told nobody about this."

Mori raises an eyebrow. "And how long has nobody known?"

If you'd been hiding this for no longer than a month, maybe you'd get out of this fine. Maybe Mori would understand and send you on your way unscathed. Maybe.

"Since we were sixteen."

Mori's mouth opens just a centimetre before he closes it again. He's stunned you've been able to keep this under wraps for so long. "Six years?"

"We are 22, yes?" You ask with a sickly sweet smile on your face. It's dangerous getting smart with the boss, but you're beyond uncomfortable and want to leave as soon as possible. You feel Chuuya's eyes burning a hole in the side of your face for being so careless.

"I see," Mori mumbles, ignoring the hysterical giggles coming from Elise. "Very well."

You raise your eyebrows at the lack of response. Chuuya visibly relaxes beside you.

"There's no way to punish you for this unprofessional behaviour, but if it's not affecting the organisation's function or your relationship with your subordinates, I don't care."

"But," Mori continues, his eye getting that authoritative glint. "You'll be assigned different missions from now on. There is to be no contact out on the field. Am I clear?"

"Dammit," Chuuya curses. "Are you kidding?"

"Yes, sir," You nod.

"Boss, that's bullshit, and you know it."

Mori ignores Chuuya and goes back to his paperwork. Your boyfriend huffs in frustration. The tension in the room pushes down on you, and when Mori dismisses you, clearly uncomfortable, you hurry out behind Chuuya, who takes his time opening the door and leaving.

Once outside, you grab Chuuya's shoulders and turn him around to find him wearing his usual smirk. He's pushed down the new rule for missions, but you know what he will say before it leaves his lips.

"You're not going to your meeting."

[softmaki]

a taken risk

summary; whilst luis was out, your boyfriend convinced you to giving him oral despite your fears of a certain someone returning and catching you.

w/c: 1.3k

c/w; gn reader (if there’s any gendered terms that slipped by lmk please!!), oral (m. receiving), facefucking, extremely tiny powerplay, some degradation + praise, one (1) singular whimper from leon, caught at the end. if I missed any tell me :)

a/n; no mention of y/n!! extremely poorly written, I’m so so sorry for that </3. I did have fun whilst doing this but I’m also sorry for any impending cringe/secondhand embarrassment. ending can pretty much be open; if you want to react a certain way you’re free to imagine it or maybe you’d even like luis to join!

“leon, we can’t,” you hiss. your brows furrow as you make eye contact with your boyfriend. “luis will be coming back inside at any moment, do you seriously want to risk it?”

he hums briefly, almost seemingly in thought until he follows it up with a smirk directed your way all too quick. and you know very well from previous experience what that expression meant.

“you can’t be serious,” you groan, crossing your arms. your hand finds it’s way to press slightly at your temple for a split second before grunting at his antics and walking towards him.

“made up your mind, doll?”, he teases. he leans back in his chair and turns his body to face you, moving his right hand to rest on his thigh whilst leaving his left on the table.

this is by far not an unfamiliar situation to you. what is, however, is the possibility of someone being able to walk in on you two so easily and catch full sight. and you suppose you should feel upset at the thought of getting caught, though you only find it strangely enticing.

you kneel down in front of leon and your arms quickly raise up to fumble with his buckle, feeling the familiar leather under you fingers and sighing to yourself. in your rush to get to his dick you find yourself struggling with the belt an uncharacteristic amount.

“slow down, doll. ‘m not going anywhere.”

you roll your eyes as you look up at him and give him an unamused stare, quickly focusing back on his belt. he chuckles at your dismissal but bites back a groan as you successfully manage to tug open his belt and zipper and palm him roughly.

“mm, i guess so. but i’d rather not have someone walking in on us, y’know?”

he gives you a lazy grin, finding amusement in your justifiable fear, though also harbouring a knowing glint in his eye that just screams ‘i know the idea of getting caught is turning you on’.

you huff at him before tugging down his boxers just enough to free him from his confinements yet you quickly get to work. your hand wraps firmly around his shaft as you start to give him some slow pumps, licking your lips at the sight. you admire the sight as you feel his warm skin beneath your fingers, and you find the pretty shade of pink that his tip has turned awfully pretty.

he releases a sigh of pleasure, so faint your ears barely pick up on it. you smile slyly at him before looking up to lock eyes with him. your hand doesn’t stop it’s rhythm, instead running your fingertip around his slit and rubbing some of the oozing precum down his shaft, subtly picking up in pace as his hooded eyes lock onto you.

“weren’t you the one insisting we hurry up, sweetheart? what happened to that, huh?”

“who knows,” you giggle, furrowing your brows briefly to imitate an innocent expression on your face. “maybe i’ve decided to take my time. is that so bad, mr. kennedy?”

he opens his mouth to retort something, yet he’s caught slightly off-guard as soon as he feels a wet warmth on his cock for a brief moment. you repeat the action, your tongue jutting out ever so slightly to lick at his slit and tease him as you lap up the salty and bitter fluid, rewarding you with a deep hum in the process. you feel somewhat bad though for going slow, so you give him a few preparatory kisses along his shaft along with a few more pumps before gently resting his tip on your tongue. you keep your eye contact with him going, and he whispers something below his breath before letting his right hand reach down to tug your hair up so he can hold it tightly in his hand.

you know what’s about to come next, and as you don’t want him to win in this imaginary competition, you bob your head down suddenly. you only reach about half way down, not because that’s your limit, but because you still don’t want him to get what he yearned for so soon. even if it meant taking longer than you would’ve liked. you keep your hand wrapped around his base and you give him a firm squeeze as you lift your head up.

yet you don’t fully lift your head. his tip is now resting at the back of your tongue and you can feel his hand now gaining control over you. the hair he tightly holds in his fist provides ample support in him tugging your head back to hold it in place as he slowly starts to thrust up into your mouth.

you lock eyes with him for the third or so time tonight and you let him thrust as deep as he’d like. your hands have moved to rest on either side of you on his thighs, grip tightening as his pace picked up.

“just like that, huh. relinquished all your control like that,” he moans. “what a fuckin’ whore.”

you try to retort something, though it’s proving futile as he currently has reign over your mouth. the chair squeaks below him as his thrusts pick up in vigour, and you can start to feel him reaching the back of your throat and the feeling of his balls slapping against your chin is noted somewhere deep down in your brain.

“mmf!”, you manage to get out. the vibrations of your pitiful attempt at speech on his dick left him gasping for air for a second, though he soon regains himself and tightens his grip on your hair further.

a mix of your saliva and his precum started leaking out of the corner of your mouth, and unbeknownst to you his heart soared at the sight. his pretty partner on their knees, his dick in their throat as they drool around him. a true sight for sore eyes if it was up to him.

you quickly realised the effect both your attempted speech and believably outward appearance had on him so you started moaning around his dick more, now also flattening your tongue against him and hollowing your cheeks to provide him with more suction. as according to some plan, his thrusts picked up further in pace, which is something you didn’t even know was possible at the moment. what was shocking though, was the small whimper that left his throat.

his tempo hiccups slightly, though he stabilises himself and releases a deep moan. whether it was an attempt to cover up the whimper or a genuine outlet of his pleasure, you wouldn’t know. either way, between the ways his rhythm started becoming erratic, the longer and louder moans, his head falling back and his eyes screwing shut as he panted, you knew he was reaching his climax.

“fuckin’ slut. look at you, so pretty with my dick shoved down your throat,” he spews. “bet you want my cum down your throat too, huh.”

you couldn’t nod as he held your head tightly in place, so you release a particularly loud hum around him in response. he groans once again, and a smirk covers his handsome face as his pace starts becoming more twitchy.

only a minute or two after that does he actually release, his hand shoving your head down until your nose is buried into his neatly trimmed hair and you can feel his warm cum fill your throat as he releases a particularly long moan of relief. his grip on your hair finally loosens, and you splutter around him trying to contain all of the fluid.

it’s also at this time that the door swings wide open. your eyes widen as you look above the table between you and the door and see luis standing in the doorway, bewildered. leon’s release was far too much for you to hold it all in, and some ends up spilling out of the corners of your mouth, trickling down your chin. leon seems indifferent, his left hand that remained at rest on the table waving up in some half-assed attempt at a wave to luis.

“guess i’ve interrupted something important then, eh?”

a/n; I’m apologising again. not proofread properly either and for him being a bit ooc D:

[buckymorelikefuckme]

spice up your life

jake jensen x fem reader

words: 1k

warnings: none i don't think?? maybe a tiny bit of secondhand embarrassment. otherwise this is just fluff! but let me know if there's something i should tag pls.

a/n: i've had a beloved girl group stuck in my head all morning and this was my outlet for that. sorry not sorry for yet another jakey story. that's my baby and i love him. no proofreading whatsoever, just vibes!! any and all mistakes are mine, feedback is encouraged and greatly appreciated ♡ xoxo

On this blessed weekend morning (afternoon, actually, but that’s not important) you’ve just finished your shower. You’re dressed in a tiny tank-top and a matching pair of panties, your hair wrapped in a towel while you sit on the bench at the end of your bed and rub lotion into your freshly shaved legs. The Spice Girls are blasting through your bluetooth speaker and you’re happily singing along without a care in the world.

“Say you can handle my love, are you for real?” you croon, wiggling in place of dancing until you’re done with the lotion. “I won’t be hasty,” you wail louder, “I’ll give you a try. If you really bug me then I'll say goodbye.”

You stand with a bounce, alerting the room at large that you’ll tell them what you want, what you really, really want. As you put away your lotion, you shimmy your chest and shake your hips. You even stop for an extended dance break.

“Slam your body down, and zig-a-zig ah! If you wanna be my lover,” you finish with a flourish, giggling.

The next song starts playing and you let out a gasp of delight, reaching for your hairbrush and using it as a microphone. You set yourself up in front of your mirror, using yourself as a makeshift audience and doing what you can remember from the choreography.

“Slam it to the left, if you're havin’ a good time! Shake it to the right, if ya know that you feel fine!”

You have a split second of thinking that you should probably calm down, since you just showered, and working up a sweat because you can’t help yourself from putting on a one-woman show would be very annoying. But… it’s the Spice Girls. It’s next to impossible to not dance and sing along. At some point, your now damp hair has fallen out of the towel, and instead of using your brush for its intended purpose, you continue singing into it. When you start getting almost too warm, you make yourself stop flailing around and actually brush your hair.

You pull it up into a messy bun on top of your head when you’re done and skip out of your room to the kitchen, taking your speaker with you. You’re feeling kinda hungry, so you go about fixing up a sandwich for yourself, still warbling away with whatever song that plays.

Since it’s early spring, the weather is still relatively cool out, so you’ve got your windows open to let in the fresh air and natural light. It never crossed your mind that perhaps your audience of one was actually an audience of two. However, when you’re in the middle of singing through a mouthful of your sandwich, you just so happen to glance out the window in your living room.

“All that joy can bring, this I swear—“ You freeze, eyes growing wide, cheeks bulging with food, and heat crawling up your neck when you lock eyes with the tenant across the courtyard of your apartment complex.

It’s just your luck it turns out to be the new guy—the cute, nerdy, beefy one. He’s equally wide-eyed behind his glasses, mouth open a little in surprise. You squeak and dart out of his line of vision, mortification consuming you as you lean against the wall and groan. What a fucking first impression to make. Prancing around in next to nothing and stuffing your face like a goddamn squirrel. Jesus.

Your music is still blaring, though, and you've kind of lost your groove, so you hastily scamper back across the kitchen to jam your thumb on the button to lower the volume. Even with the song continuing to play, it feels much too quiet now. You try to finish your sandwich and act normal and not like you were just caught parading around in your underwear. Very pointedly, you do not look out the window again. If you can't see him, then he can't see you. Seems logical.

Except… You sigh dreamily. Oh, man, he's so cute, and he looked even cuter with that dumb look on his face. You try to fight it for as long as you can (which is, to your shame, not long at all) but your gaze drifts back over to the apartment across the courtyard. You're not sure if it's excitement or dread that swirls in your stomach when you see he's still standing there. He waves, sending you a lopsided smile, and you find it impossible to prevent yourself from smiling back.

“Nice moves,” he calls out of his own open window.

“Thanks, I try my best,” you reply with a bashful laugh as you approach the windowsill.

“We should tango together sometime,” he offers, immediately flushing after.

You see his mouth move as he whispers tango? under his breath, an incredulous expression on his face as he shakes his head. You cover your growing grin with your hand.

He scratches at his jaw and shrugs. “Or, you know… any kind of dancing.”

“I just do whatever comes naturally,” you flirt, tilting your head coyly.

“Right, yeah, makes sense,” he agrees with a lot of nodding.

Good grief.

“If you came over,” you start, raising your eyebrows significantly, “I could show you.”

It looks like he short circuits for a second, standing perfectly still as he processes what you just said. He suddenly jerks back to life and points a finger at his chest.

“Jake.”

You laugh and mimic the gesture, saying your name in return. Jake grins as he repeats it, soft and pleased, like he's trying it out on his tongue.

“So, I’ll just…” He trails off and waves in the direction of your apartment with a question in his eyes.

You tell him your unit number, then bite your lip to tamp down on your smile. “See you soon, big guy.”

Jake giggles, high and nervous, before clearing his throat. “Yeah, see you soon,” he replies in a gruff tone.

You cover your mouth again to stifle your own giggles, wiggling your fingers in a wave. He starts backing away from his window, his shoulder knocking into the doorway because he isn't paying attention to where he's walking. With a salute that he appears to regret instantly, he hurriedly leaves, the slam of his door echoing across the courtyard.

Okay, so, maybe your day took a turn, and you might have to shower again anyway, but it's so worth it.

[chris-continues]

Trigun Band AU

General HC’s + how you meet

TW: suggestive (just heavy kissing)

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You’re a classmate of Wolfwood’s in college and find out he’s apart of a rock/alt garage band named Gunsmoke with some of his friends- one day he’s frustrated that it’s his turn to do some of the managerial stuff and as he’s complaining to you about it, you suggest that you can take it up. You’re interested after all, and he seems chill enough so.. why not?

You meet him there with his brother, Livio (singer), who’s wildly cute and sticks to him like a social anchor, then meet Vash (drummer), Meryl (second vocalist), and Milly (guitarist) who are inside setting up (Wolfwood is a bassist)

Over time you do more gigs with them and have fun, soon pining after all of them lowk…

Wolfwood guides you with a hand on your back, Livio uses his hand to prevent you from bumping into anything, Meryl lectures you (she’s just worried about you!!), Milly grabs sweets for you, and Vash sometimes stands a bit close to you, gaze lasting a bit too long.

Also Livio’s lyrics start sounding a bit more romantic too :0 (I wonder why??)

Polycule begins!! (Livio and Wolfwood are platonic since they’re brothers) and they’re the best partners you could ever ask for

While getting ready for a show, you’re their “good luck charm” (meaning they kiss you right before a show)

Milly kisses your cheek, Meryl is too shy to do anything but will give your cheek a kiss if she’s nervous, Vash peppers kisses over your face, Livio is also usually too shy but Wolfwood teases him about it like “what, too shy to kiss your own partner Liv?” And then Livio pecks your lips and hides his face, Wolfwood pulls you in by the waist and kisses you then tickles you cause he’s a piece of shit (affectionate)

Vash will cheekily go, “And this song is for you, mayfly.” And wink at you. Whenever this happens, Meryl usually feels part of your secondhand embarrassment and adoration and facepalms

Songwriting sessions with them consist of Wolfwood and Vash tapping their knees and making dumb noises to make a beat that somehow eventually works?? And Meryl is like, “how do you guys do it?? >:0” cause she’s been tryna construct something for a hot minute.

Livio is actually pretty good at coming up with lyrics, constantly humming under his breath with headphones and finding inspiration. It’s really cute. Him, with his hair up and knees curled to his chest as he sits on the floor, hand tapping as he hums.

Milly does something similar w/ drum beats! Sometimes they’ll be sitting next to each other and doing it and their hands touch. He gets really flustered and she’s like, “Awww”

During these sessions Milly, Livio, and you often go on snack runs (they both have sweet tooth’s)

Making out with Wolfwood in the back room.. his tongue piercing is cool against your lip

Also both him and Vash have matching tongue piercings, they fucking love to tease their partners with it because GOD it’s something

Livio gets one a bit later (so far for piercings he has snake bites, vertical labaret, his eyebrow, + industrial and other ear piercings), no tattoo’s though.

Vash has a smiley, a bellybutton piercing, along with a few ear piercings (and his tongue piercing), but one drunken night Wolfwood dares him to get a tramp stamp. He also has an inner lip tattoo saying, “babygirl” in cursive lettering

Wolfwood has spider bites + tongue piercing and has a matching tramp stamp with Vash (it’s a heart design with flames coming from the sides)

Wolfwood and Vash asko have matching nipple piercings

Milly would have an industrial, Meryl with a septum + a few ear piercings. I think they both would keep it pretty light.

You guys potentially get matching tattoos? (Smth w/ angel wings?)

Wolfwood gets it on his back, Vash on his wrist (so he can always look at it) Livio also gets it on his wrist, Meryl on her sternum and Milly on her shoulder/bicep

[castlebyersafterdark]

😉 I am a broken record but dreamy sigh, falling in love on a film set and hooking up in their trailers, yes yes yes yes yes...

hehehehehhehehe ok but the thing with this for FN is that.... well, do you really think they could hide it from the cast and crew? theyre not even [allowed] to speak about their fictional characters together. the idea of finn and noah having a showmance thats in motion MEANS that everyone working there knows about it and can read it on their faces. so for me its about whether or not they (FN) would be ok w that, moreso than the likelihood of their attraction. and i have no idea cos i don't think this aspect of who they are has ever been public. i've never heard noah speak about what love or romance means to him, except saying an ideal partner would make him laugh, he wants kids, and will's dating life has been 'pretty dry' (in a s4 interview). he's seemingly expressed sadness at being single but that's a very common human thing and it doesnt tell us much about who he actually is when it comes to romance.

and i dont think i've ever heard finn speak about what romance means to him, except one interview for his summer camp movie where he says the way the relationships in it are written speaks about his and billy's views on young romance. sadly the film is not available to watch, so...

yeah. would they?? do you think they would? noah and finn? in full view? maybe. its a close family cast. finn said there's a case of senioritis which could translate as 'why the fuck not, this is the end and life is short'. i think the creators would be very supportive. but i honestly cannnot tell. theyre both absolute wild cards parading as shy and goofy nerd/normies. and love makes you do stupid crazy things....

lastly, vinny, it's about time you gave us some hcs of what you've pictured in those trailers. i think we can all infer from your byler hcs and all the chat here about f and n... 😉 but maybe as a fireworks night gift?? little spark? little guy fawkes sat on the bonfire having fire whooshed up his butt? little celebration as we head into dark november? go on vinny, im waving a sparkler in your face with a cheeky grin. tell us tell us tell ussssss

Hmmm. I think they'd be open about it with those closest to them. Their fellow "party age" castemates, probably some of the older teens. Like the core cast. Maybe their assistants because those people know their schedules and plans and such. I wouldn't think, if they're together, that they'd be walking about set hanging all over each other, holding hands going to set, making out in dark corners. These are all visions, of course! But I think they'd be keeping it private. Too many prying eyes. Random cast and crew and production and extras to slip something. Private lives vs. working lives. Oh gosh, imagine them feeling like they need to disclose to the directions, the DBs that they're together - why does that give me so much secondhand embarrassment. But that's so interesting to think about, this additional dynamic layered over a professional acting performance if two actors are in a relationship. But who do you tell and when, if it's developing, it's unnamed, it's not defined yet. Fascinating. It's like any other work place! People get together in secret and keep it quiet at work all the time!!

This one was sent early in Nov. before my big audacity anon / foah ask roundup post that broke my hesitance with being too shippy with them so I'll detail the last part of this ask, which got answered in that post kinda vaguely.

I don't know enough about the movie industry to know the specifics of film set trailers, but is fascinates me. Probably because I've had this dreamworld scenario of being an actor and a trailer just feels like you've made it, you're a star! So.

Thinking about how these two would spend time together in their on-set downtime, away from everything. Which is meaningful between them since Finn especially would like hanging around set when not needed - but that one on one time with Noah would be special. I like to think about a lot of running lines and planning out scenes together. The nature of their storyline - love the idea that it helped push the line between friends and more, gotta love a little character bleed. Which do we think is better? The filmed kiss sparked something more between them, or the building feelings caused one of them to slip and kiss the other actor in private, not wanting their first kiss together ever to be on screen - they wanted it to be real. Or even still, they both knew they had feelings kicking up for the other but dedicated to the craft - knew the characters were going to have a first kiss and decided to wait, let Will and Mike get together and then they could finally do the same, make the artistic chemistry insane.

That's what's so appealing about them, the blurring the lines between storyline and reality, character and actor. Rehearsing lines and talking about a scene together one day, sitting on the couch in one of their trailers, they've been skipping The Kiss every time they privately reherse. Until the day they slip up and don't. They end up going for it. It's suuuuuuch a film set scenario cliche but a classic is a classic idea for a reason.

But things hot about the trailer situation not unique to a "how did maybe happen between them scenario." So - it's an actor's little escape, a place to chill between long takes unneeded, on pause until they're needed back on set. Finding pockets of time to hide away with the costar you've fallen for. The secrecy, the scandalous feeling adding to the emotion. Hooking up in the middle of the day where everyone is out milling around the filming plaza and you two are in your own little world until your phone is buzzing or the radio goes off calling you back to set or the assistant is banging on the door to get you while you're in the middle of a tryst. It's sweet and salacious and sexy, all at once, this little world away but right there.

I don't think this is exactly my vision anymore, not sure what my vision even is, but here's the previous answer:

I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ANYMORE - BRAINHURRICANE

[nikadd]

can’t take the buddie richard siken conversation seriously bc 1) he has this happen every other week w different ships and different ppl messaging him abt this stuff bc they either don’t know how old those poems are or just don’t know how he is on twitter like he could just stop responding to ppl and not encourage it but he responds to every mention so his tone gets diluted and it opens many conversations that don’t have to happen and like that’s his choice but let’s not act like this is a unique phenomenon and make the op into some kind of homophobic villain. like yeah. could that person have worded the question differently? probably! was it giving me secondhand embarrassment? sure, but i’m a seasoned spn fandom veteran so im vaccinated against these things. like that person probably straight up just didn’t know when the poems were published, or meant it more like “isn’t it fascinating how relevant your words are to this ship” instead of implying he wrote them abt buddie. like there were ways to have the conversation go in a different direction but we can’t be blind to just. other things going on lol! and 2) the ppl who started talking shit abt the op on here are bitter bucktommy/anti-buddie ppl who just personally hate any and all buddie shippers/mention so at the end of the day their issue w this conversation is more abt that than anything else ✌️😗 like you really can’t act like overfamiliarity w a public figure who gives you their opinions on ships you care abt is below you when so many of you pay real american dollars to have an actor agree w your headcanons on cameo. “how dare these dirty mlm fetishizers talk to an actual gay man like that” let’s calm our horses and reflect. peace and love

[totaldramafan-lauri]

Okay. OKAY. Okay. Ms. Lauri… do I have some WORDS for YOU!!

First of all: I LOVED CHAPTER 10!!!

Smoked Cheese Cookie… I’ve got mixed feelings on the guy!!! Always have. The way you write him is must *mwah 👌* excellent! He feels so in-character!

Things have been rocky between him and Reader… but the ending of this chapter gives me hope that they might be able to live on more amicable terms. He wants us to return and prove him wrong! He even gave us our weapons back :’)!! (He’s expressing that he cares… even if it’s only a teensy weensy bit!!)

And our dear Reader. Their anxieties during the first third of the chapter were so real and understandable. The way they jumped to conclusions regarding Golden Cheese’s recent absences is EXACTLY how I would have reacted/felt as well. I’m glad that we were shown otherwise by Her Radiance herself…

MOZZARELLA SAYING THAT THE ROLE OF ‘CONSORT’ SUITS US… I WANTED TO DIE OF EMBARRASSMENT. How much does she know… HOW MUCJ DOES SHE KNOWW!!! 😭😭 And then Burnt Cheese… GOOODDD. I WAS SO EMBARRASSED. I WANTED TO DIIIEE. But I’m glad that Reader chose to ask him instead of Her Radiance because… that would have killed me forreal. (I can can imagine how amused she would be if we ever asked… she’d probably laugh too, like Mozzarella did… I would not survive.)

And now, my favorite part of the chapter: The fondue springs scene.

When we walked by and we saw Golden Cheese with her two servants… ough. I immediately felt like we were intruding. And… I was… perhaps… perchance… a little… jealous….

My heart leapt to my THROAT when she called out to us and asked us to join them. I felt so CONFLICTEDDD. I oh so desperately wanted to join her, but I also didn’t want to see the servants touching her so… tenderly 😔

I wasn’t sure what I was expecting of Her Radiance in that situation, but I was (pleasantly) surprised when she was so openly affectionate with us!! It almost felt like she was showing us off ><..

I also wonder what she was thinking in that moment… she probably sensed our yearning but did she also sense our envy? Our insecurity?

(Might be a stretch, but I almost felt as if she was trying to warm us up to the idea of being around servants… mayhaps to get us used to it for the long term; easing us into a new lifestyle. Is she planning to bring us around more? I wonder if Mozzarella’s suggestion of ‘consort’ holds any weight to it…)

Also, when the servants asked if we wanted to watch them preen Her Radiance’s wings… I yelled at the screen!! YES!!! I WANT TO!!!

I hope we learn how to do it ourselves eventually!!! I’d love to be able to tend to her like that.

And of course, the ending of the chapter. I was incredibly sad that we had to leave again :’( But Reader is so courageous for volunteering to guide the messenger back to their kingdom!! No one else could have suited the job better, honestly. Her Radiance has faith in us as well, so I’m sure that it will all go smoothly! (Unless you have other plans in store for us…)

With that we are coming to our last chapter! I’m as excited as I am sad… it’s bittersweet to see a good thing come to an end. You’ve written a wonderful fic, Lauri!! And I wish you luck in sticking the landing!!! I’m also looking forward to that trivia chapter :]c

Thank you for writing this amazing story!

— 🐝

H-holy CRAP, bee anon....Hi to you, too! XD I-it's been a while....I was curious how you felt, but.....y-yowza.....! Putting it all out there at once, huh....?

I'm glad that someone enjoyed Mozzarella's consort troll.....w-well, maybe "enjoyed" isn't the right word, if you felt so much secondhand embarrassment? B-but, that also counts as it doing it's job, pffff....I-it was also supposed to be funny, but that works too, especially if you've been in similar situations....Y'know, not knowing what something means, asking about it, and shame ensues when it hits you what it is.....Hey, it happens....! XD

As for how much Mozzarella knows.....well, she hasn't spelled it out to Reader in-universe, but I still tried to make it obvious in the last two chapters, uh.....Y-yeah, she knows about their crush. She's known for a whiiiiiiile, at that. X//////D Which is part of why she said she cheered when she learned they became part of the kingdom, like.....she knew it was gonna happen, so it was a "FINALLY" moment for her. XD Yeah, she's been subtley pushing them to learn about how they feel for quite a while, so maybe, if you ever reread the old chapters, you'll be able to pick up on the hints. Mozzarella is a subtle character who keeps a lot of what she thinks about a mystery, but also.....y'know, she was definitely trying at multiple points to make things easier for them.....and she mostly failed cuz of how much they hid that part of themselves XD

Th-the springs scene.....hnnnnn....I-I have a fun fact about that scene that I'm saving for the trivia page, but....in short: I adore how that scene turned out. It's probably my second-fav part of the chapter (with my fav being the short scene of Reader begging) >//////> R-Reader at first hates the idea of having to speak about their relationship to others (explaining it to Burnt Cheese nearly killed them, haha), only for Golden Cheese to tell them they don't have to say anything, and she'll take care of it all....because no one can stop her.....There's nothing to be afraid of....s-so, all they have to do is focus on her....and it makes them feel a lot better about being seen in public.....I-I dunno how well it comes across, but for me, I-I'm proud of how I did it....p-partly because I like the idea....I-I feel like relationships with her would be like that....B-being shown off....l-like that.....to her servants.....wh-while she does all the talking, and.....y-yeah.....I-I'm rambling, s-sorry......>//////< (Y-you can't tell me she WOULDN'T, say...slam you a-against a wall in public view of others in the palace w-without any shame at all, c'mon- Sh-she's in charge, sh-she does what she wants-)

I-I'm also glad that you find Reader relatable still....They're basically their own character now, with their own arc, but I-I still wanna make them feel like they could be any of us, y-y'know...? Whenever they feel insecure and overthink things to try to make sense of them, that's basically me putting myself into them.....XD

B-but yeah, th-thanks for sharing your thoughts with me....! I-I'll try my best to get the next chapter done soon-ish, but I JUST started it, so I make no promises yet...S-sorry for the cliffhanger, but feel free to speculate how you think the story will end, I guess....? L-like, to yourself, not to me, cuz I'm not gonna say anything~ ^^

(I-I like the idea of touching/grooming her wings, too....b-but sh-she'd absolutely scold me if I did it the wrong way, so....h.tjtresghejrjhdds......t-terrifying at the same time....X///////D)

[justmybookthots]

Once Upon a Broken Heart / A Ballad of Never After

1.5/5 stars

What can I say about this series except that it was so terribly disappointing? 

The most vexing part was that I actually found the first book decent - not very good, but it was decent, and I enjoyed it. Also, a lot of people said that this book was much better than Caraval, so I’m kind of scared of / morbidly fascinated by how bad Caraval must be now.

But anyway, that is beside the point. The first book is decent, with a very pretty writing style and a simple but engaging plot. The writing was very redolent of a fairy tale; it actually reminded me a little of Enid Blyton’s writing in her children's stories. However, it did give me the feeling that the story was a little vapid at times - maybe I just needed more grit, blood and strife, and less focus on true love ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Not that there wasn’t any in the story, but the conflict rang kind of hollow, and I can’t exactly pinpoint why. I felt as if I were reading a series of tropes and mechanisms rather than an actual person going through all those things.

I must say that I disliked Evangeline, even in the first book. Here is a picture of her:

Before I elaborate on why she looks like that, let's start with the early parts of her I disliked. She was naïve and stupid, and had some real Main Character Syndrome (to be fair, she is the main character, but she's not supposed to know that). I cringed when she entered the North and immediately dreamed of marrying Prince Apollo, when she didn’t even know him yet, all for the expectations of a happy ending for herself. The secondhand embarrassment was at its peak when Apollo stepped towards the girl he would choose for the first dance, and she stepped forward, thinking he was about to choose her.

He didn’t. 

:)

I should probably talk about Jacks, who is arguably the heart of the story. Or the broken heart, because he, uh, is the Prince of Broken Hearts. 

I hate him. 

See, it's a pity because I actually liked him in the first book; his characterisation was intriguing, clever and to my taste. I thought he still had a lot of untapped potential, though, because I’d barely scratched the surface with him in Book 1. And with BookTok wanking him to oblivion - someone chose him over a gazillion book boyfriends - I had hopes that the sequel would blow my socks out of water. (Yes, yes, my misplaced faith in BookTok's credibility is my own vice)

Well, it did! Without a doubt, the sequel certainly blew all my hopes that this story would ever be decent 👍

Jacks is a coward. That’s all he ever is, and does. How does one do cowardice, you might ask? Well, you run and hurt the person you’re supposed to love, over and over again. Because he’s afraid of hurting Evangeline, he, uh, hurts her. Yes. And he spends the sequel being an ass - he flirts with girls frequently, while rudely barging in the moment Evangeline strikes up a conversation with another man. My teeth were grinding when she caught him in that deserted corridor with that girl, about to kiss her after spending the evening constantly sabotaging Evangeline’s attempts to get over him with other men.

If you don’t want her, fine. If you’re too much of a wuss, whatever. But what you don't do is stop her from starting something with someone else. You can’t have your cake and eat it, too.

And Evangeline? She actually started the book writing a letter to herself as a reminder that she must never fall for Jacks because he was dangerous. And how does she spend the last half of the book? Spoiler: Mooning over Jacks and acknowledging she’s fallen for him (which I was… very unconvinced about because the build-up to their romance SUCKED) and telling herself she was going to save him from his fear of love.

My dear, you are not Bob the Builder. No woman should be for any man. I think you should go fix your head first.

The last nail in the coffin for me was when Jacks revealed that all along, he was planning to turn back time to be with another girl (whom he didn't even love, but hoped to score a second chance with). 😂 Hilarious. You could turn back time to before the curse befell you, and you choose to go back... for some chick you didn't like? I get his theme is wanting to find true love, but I always found that so frivolous, and of course, so insulting to poor Evangeline. And after she “died” and he decided to turn back time to save her life - which, by the way, does not redeem anything for me. This girl practically risked her life to help you get the stones to help you find your true love. This is the least you can do, loser - he was such a rude ass to her to “protect her”. 

For once, Evangeline grew enough balls (it lasted for about as long as the dialogue went before she lapsed back into Bob-the-Builder mode again) to tell him this after he yelled at her:

EXACTLY. 

Anyway, I have ranted enough about this book. I don’t want any part of it anymore, and will not be abusing myself by reading the next book. I MAY read Caraval, mainly because I want to see just how bad it is. And also, I want to be sure Stephanie Garber is really a lost cause before I write her off completely. 

- 15 July 2023

[l1ft-l1ft1ng-l1ft3d]

OK, guys. Storytime! 😵‍💫

(No, I didn't get caught!!!)

There's a W@lgr33n'$ in a terrible neighborhood in the city I live in that's constantly shoplifted from + has lots of homeless + mentally ill people loitering outside at all times of the day. I robbed them blind for 5 months (I l1ft3d from them at least 2x per week) until the owner/manager of that location figured out that SHITLOADS of expensive cosmetics, skincare, feminine hygiene, haircare, first aid items, vitamins/supplements, stationery, etc. were disappearing. He never saw me conceal b/c I always used blind spots, but he definitely suspected me after a while.

This owner/manager (white, probably mid-50s) is a real dick suck of a rules guy/wannabe LP agent who takes theft at his store personally. Judging from his behavior, he thinks people are stealing from his store to punish + take from him, but really, people rip him off because capitalism is garbage + nobody can afford anything. 🤡 He now constantly patrols the store like some bullshit rent-a-cop and follows all $h0pl1ft3r$ (whether they've stolen small items like ice cream or energy drinks or larger, higher ticket cosmetics/skincare/drugs) out of the store while shouting at them that they're worthless thieves + to never come back.

In early May, I stopped into this W@lgr33n'$ location to do a little l1ft1ng, and this limp dick asshole manager/owner sees me walk in. He then practically ran over to one of his employees who was stocking shelves + basically told her to watch me while I was in the cosmetics/skincare/haircare section. The owner was SO obvious about sussing me out that I immediately realized what he was doing + noped the fuck out of there with a quickness without taking anything, but I could tell he was big mad that he hadn't been able to definitively "catch" me stealing + ban me from his store.

I hadn't been back to that W@lgr33n'$ location since then for any reason (no lifting, no shopping, no nothing) until today. My best friend (who lives in the same neighborhood as this W@lgr33n's) needed a few things, so I went with her to watch her son while she shopped. (Obviously I wasn't going to l1ft from there after my last interaction with the manager/owner.)

Within a minute of walking in with my best friend, the manager/owner had seen me + was already sussing me out + giving me dirty looks. There was nothing he could do about me being in his store because I wasn't doing anything wrong, + he was pissed! 😭

While we were there, an obviously homeless + mentally not all there POC stole a small container of ice cream - literally such a cheap item that it barely even counts as a loss for the store. The shitbag prick of a manager/owner sees what happened, chases this guy down + starts yelling loudly enough for everyone to hear that this guy stole ice cream, screams at the guy to leave, and follows him out into the parking lot while continuing to yell at + insult the man while the employees at the registers are rolling their eyes + cringing with secondhand embarrassment.

Watching that sort of totally unprofessional, aggressive, righteous behavior from the manager/owner + seeing how totally disproportionate his reaction was to the value of the item the person stole really left a foul taste in my mouth. Like, first of all, go fuck yourself for acting like your shitty merchandise is somehow more important than people + actually matters in the grand scheme of things. Folks have been $h0pl1ft1ng for as long as stores have been around + will $h0pl1ft long after that militant fascist prick manager drops dead of a stroke from the stress of constantly trying to catch thieves stealing from his shitty little store in a shitty little neighborhood in a city full of poor/disabled/homeless/unemployed/mentally ill people who are NEVER going to leave his precious store alone.

I guess I'm mostly just ranting, but I also want to remind every l1ft3r to be really aware of the "vibes" of the management + employees, + to avoid stores with aggressive managers/owners ego-tripping on playing cop with l1ft3r$. If anything feels *off* in any way to you when you're l1ft1ng, don't hesitate to drop everything, leave right away, + never come back. Moral of the story: Don't let some shit maggot little store manager catch you slipping + don't forget to rob W@lgr33n's of everything that isn't locked down to the floor because fuck them! 😭👌 The revolution is coming + worthless capitalist Nazis like that manager will NOT be spared. 😎👍

[matoitech]

which of your ocs would be the best at skateboarding and which would fumble the most

izzy and nikita r my main Skateboarder Ocs so theyre probably the best from a technical standpoint w boarding (and their friend group/s which i havent designed yet). tang might be pretty good at it cuz hes a surfer so his balance has to be good. cinder has the vibes of a skater girl to me (her art rn isnt rly showing it that much but i gotta put her in layered clothes sometime and youll sense it) but i dont think she actually boarded lol. roxy used to skateboard as a kid but kinda lost that as she got older. this isnt what u asked im just getting distracted

i think most of my ocs r bad at skateboarding cuz ive never been successful w it so i have to project, i think a lot of them it would give u secondhand embarrassment to watch, blue skateboards but is canonically bad at skateboarding so hes the one that id pick for fumbling the most even tho technically hes probably like, OKAY at it? elle has no sense of balance so she'd REALLY suck at it. i think lahar would eat shit if she tried but thats ok shes good at other things <3

this seems lieka lot of characters but its not even a fraction of mine lol

[starry-crystal-skull]

heyy! could i know how S🥊 feels about me, like just how she sees me and if there happens to be anything romantic there? thanks so much -P🍓

i used shufflemancy to help me get clarification on her feelings bc i think they are very complicated so yah

first song i got for her feelings towards you and your crush on her is angel girl by dounia and this song gives a very strong "don't fuck w me, if you hurt me, ill hurt you or block you and you'll never see me again and you'll have really hurt me and you'll regret it" vibe

i get a very huge unsure energy from her, like she's not sure why you like her so much bc she's never given you that much attention and she's surprised and literally thinks it's so funny that you like her, like literal huge secondhand embarrassment vibes, like she's literally thinking "what a creep" and would be very shocked if you just very candidly, bluntly confessed to her one day and told her you liked her and wanted her to be your girlfriend.

like your crush on her makes her look down on you and devalue you, but, she thinks it's cute and is thinking "I honestly would love to start fucking around w you but damn you really want it like that is pathetic lmao what a fucking literal total creep"

she also warns you very sternly not to hurt her or cross her in any way. if you backstab her you will lose her. she's a sensitive, nice girl, and does not want to be hurt. don't hurt her or you'll be sorry.

the second song i got is tokyo teddy bear from magical mirai 2014 by hatsune miku (live), (idk if it being live or the year 2014 means anything specific to you in regards to her and your feelings for her but if you think maybe the year and/or the fact that it's live is significant for y'all, you should definitely look back on things in the past, maybe try to remember things she said or things y'all did in 2014 or like?? yknow i just figured I'd let you know since the year is in the title. and if you know that that year is significant and/or that the fact that it was a live miku concert is significant to y'all, then great, more power to you!) and this song gives me similar vibes

she's disgusted with you for being so into her. it's literally like she caught you masturbating to her. like she's literally thinking "oh my god wtf why does he like me omg fucking creep like literally how long have you been jacking off to me and wanting me to be your girlfriend???? loser!" like and she's like literally lost in a giggle fit abt it (dw she doesn't consciously know. im just referring to her subconscious.)

she's also saying yknow like "take it slow" and "are you sure?" and "maybe you shouldn't tell me everything lol". it's very funny, she's having such a childish, amused response to this and it's literally so funny like lmao 💅🏼 like she think you so dumb it's so funny

the next song i got is farting with a walkman on by the bloodhound and lol you have to listen to this one. not only is it hilarious (especially in regards to her feelings for you) but it's very informative. you could get a lot more of it from listening to it yourself, it's literally asuka pathetic même as a song. (listen to all the songs though frfr)

the fourth song that came up is somewhere over the rainbow by judy garland (from the wizard of oz) and i honestly think you should listen to it yourself to get an idea of her feelings and how things are for it. you should. it's a beautiful song, and it's just important.) hopefully you make her feel like this, so happy. ♡♡♡♡ such a cute song to pop up!

WARNING: SKIP THE FIFTH SONG IF RAPE BOTHERS YOU TO THE POINT WHERE YOU CAN'T READ ABOUT IT AT ALL.

weirdest song ever popped up for this. um content warning/ tw | rape csa child abuse | asf but um like diane by husker du popped up and it is a very fucked up song. it's abt rape. the singer expresses his ardent desire to rape a little girl he saw walking down the street in the evening while driving in his car. he abducts her, rapes her, and murders her. he stabs her to death. the thing is, the song, while very obscene and horrible in regards to content, expresses an extremely strong sexual desire. like she would be dtf, and one of the lyrics of the song is "You're the cutest girl I've ever seen in my life" which is very affectionate, like it's such a compliment, like you are definitely in her top ten of guys/girls she's found attractive/cute in her life and you should be proud of that. being hot is really cool and fun, and i bet you like it (that might just be my scorpio rising talking but if anyone hot ever said that to me I'd just die I'd literally die and go to heaven it would literally feel too good to be true like I'd literally get so wet and wanna fuck them and marry them immediately it's like you literally not even playing fair). like this person, im now picking up on that they are very wolf-like. like they really just wanna pounce on you and demand you tell them how you feel abt them and if you wanna go out they think it's so funny)

the sixth and final song that came up is appetite of a people pleaser by vflower and ghost and pals and it really offers a lot more of her feelings

she feels very jaded abt life and views everything and everyone around her as on some level just a nuisance and a burden, and this is on some level consciously how she feels abt all her relationships, including her relationship with you, your friendship with her. that's not an insult though, if anything it just means you're normal, and not some kind of freak, so you just blend in with the crowd. you don't stand out. but she is willing (at least subconsciously, at least that's how she feels) to just get w you and start dating you and fucking you and just like see how it goes. like but like i said she's worried you'll hurt her. she has a lot of insecurities, and wants you to literally vow to yourself that you'll never hurt her and that you will always love her and care for her and always take your relationship seriously and never cheat or treat her like shit and always honor that vow, and also make sure to let her know how much you love her all the time. it's really important. always make sure to remember.

that's everything. here's a playlist w all the songs for you to listen to.

[glittersandsourcherries]

Girls do it best | Maddy Perez x Reader

Summary: Nate is shit at something you're good at. Or, Maddy is tired of having to fake orgasms so you give her a real one

Pairing: Maddy Perez x Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: cheating (it's on Nate, though. who cares), sexual activities

Request: hii ! could i request a maddy x masc fem reader? maybe a friends to lovers or fwb to lovers

Note: I don’t know if that’s what you meant. I’m really sorry if I got your request wrong

Also, this is pure smut. You’ve been warned

-

You and Maddy were opposites. She was very girly and loved to spend hours getting ready for the smallest occasions while your closet resembled your younger brother's. She was the type of girl who did beauty pageants when she was younger and you were the kind who climbed trees and learned to skateboard.

Given your differences, it was surprising you didn't grow apart.

''Everyone vents about how Nate is this god in bed, but he's honestly not that great,'' Maddy said, browsing through her closet to find something to wear to tonight's party. ''He's got a good dick, but when he goes down on me...there's place to improvement.''

You snickered, playing with the beads on one of her pink pillows.

Since getting with Nate, Maddy spilled a lot of tea to you about the popular jock. Especially sex tea. That was your favorite. Hearing that Nate Jacobs was bad at something was very satisfying.

She plucked a blue dress from the rod, wrinkled her nose and put it back. ''I bet it's easier with a girl. At least they know what feels good and how the female body is made.''

''Yes and no. They might know the anatomy better, but not everyone likes the same thing. I've had sex with girls who were no better than boys.''

Maddy cocked an eyebrow at you. ''You've had sex with boys?!''

It was shocking for the both of you.

You've known for a long time that you liked girls. While everyone was gawking at Ryan Gosling and the One Direction members, you were watching Jennifer's Body on repeat, wishing Jennifer Check would make out with you on your bed - or make you her next victim.

Why did you have sex with a guy, you may ask? Solely to see what the hype was about. It didn't live up to the expectation and confirmed that you were 100% gay.

You nodded, cringing at the memory. ''Once. Lasted a mind-blowing five seconds. Needless to say, I did not finish.''

Maddy laughed. ''Does this dress looks good on me?'' she asked, holding up a tight black dress with a cut-out shape at the front.

Everything looked good on her. Even sweatpants.

You hummed.

''Last night, Nate went all washing machine on me,'' Maddy continued, going to her en-suite bathroom and trying on the dress.

Hearing this gave you secondhand embarrassment. You didn't think he was that level of terrible.

''Oh my god... I'm sorry you had to go through this.''

''I think you should give Nate lessons on how to eat pussy better. I'm tired of having to fake orgasms.''

That had you bark out a laugh.

If Nate heard her, his whole body would be fuming with anger. Not only she was criticizing his sexual skills, but she was implying that he should get lessons from a lesbian. For an arrogant homophobic and misogynist like Nate Jacobs, none of that slid right.

Maddy came out of her bathroom with the dress on, looking like a fucking goddess. It was hugging her petite body in all the right places. You couldn't help yourself and bit down your bottom lip. Who gave her the right to look this hot?

''I think you looking smoking hot, Mads.''

She went to her foot-length mirror, checking herself in all angles. ''Right?''

''I've been thinking, perhaps I should give you an orgasm to make up for the ones you had to fake,'' you blurted out, raising an eyebrow suggestively. You held your Maddy's gaze intently and smirked.

You meant it as a joke. It wasn't a serious offer.

But Maddy didn't see it that way.

''Okay.''

''I-I was kidding,'' you stammered.

The raven haired girl crossed the distance to her bed, climbing on the mattress to sit before you. ''Were you? Because I was not.'' She stared right at you with her big eyes and full lips.

Suddenly, your mouth was dry and you felt your core tightening, forcing you to close your legs shut. Fuck.

You watched as she crawled over to you, her legs settling on each side of your hips. She leaned over to you, her face a few centimeters from yours and kissed you gently.

One thing about Maddy was that she breathed self-confidence. She wasn't afraid to take what she wanted or make the first move. Even if it was only a kiss.

''Don't be shy. I'm not going to bite.''

She pressed her lips against yours again and you stumbled back a bit, falling against her soft pillows and pulling her down with you. Her lips tasted like chemical cherries, likely from one of her many lip products, and were very soft. Your hands slid up to her hips, guiding her closer.

You would never say it out loud, but you had thought about this moment for a long time. Kissing Maddy. There was no denying that she was beautiful and fucking sexy, but you would've never told her about your secret attraction to her at the risk of jeopardizing your friendship. Better keep your mouth shut than lose her.

You cleared your throat, a nervous feeling budding in your stomach. "Nate's gonna kill me," you mumbled, breaking the kiss.

Maddy shook her head slowly. ''He won't ever know.''

The moment her tongue slipped into your mouth, you forgot about the existence of Nate Jacobs. Nate who?

Her hands traveled up your chest, slipping under your shirt as she grinded down and rolled her hips, causing a moan to slip. She giggled at your reaction, the little noise turning you on times ten.

Two could play this game though. Your hands moved down and hoisted the bottom of her dress over her thighs, reaching between them. This might be your only chance at touching her, might as well make the most of it. Your fingers pushed her panties aside, finding her wet center and dragging the pad of your thumb over her swollen clit. She whimpers when you began to rub it in slow circles.

You switched position, rolling her over onto the mattress, kissing some more before pressing two fingers inside her without any warnings.

"Fuck," Maddy gasped out, throwing her head back, her mouth detaching from yours.

A smug smile spread on your face as she rolled her hips against your fingers, silently begging for more. Her nails dug into your back as you kept going. It was a blessing you still had your shirt on. The damage she'd do with those claws.

You propped yourself up on one elbow, watching her expression go hazier and hazier as you played with her pussy. This was a sight you never wanted to forget.

Feeling her clamp even tighter around you, you withdrew your fingers, making her frown. ''Why did you stop?'' she asked, her breath a little saccaded.

''I thought you wanted my mouth.''

''I do. Get to it.''

You laughed softly, shaking your head at how bossy she was even in the bedroom. You trailed your kisses down her neck, kissing down her chest and stomach until you reached her underwear - which quickly got discarded.

You placed wet kisses along her thigh sucking marks onto the skin without really thinking of the consequences. All that was on your mind was making Maddy feel on top of the fucking world.

When your tongue came out for a taste, she made a strangled noise. A loud one. You dragged your tongue through her folds, humming at her taste. Her hips jerked up as moans rippled from her, but you held her down.

You gave her clit a long, languid lick and her hips jerked up, moans rippling from her.

''Fuck, Y/N I'm gonna come," she warned.

On the vanity, right as she came, Maddy's phone buzzed with an incoming call. Nate.

[raplinesmoon]

All Roads Lead Back To You (KNJ x F!Reader) - Teaser

pairing: Namjoon x reader (based on the Bollywood movie Jab We Met) genres/au/rating: fluff, angst, humor, smut, strangers to friends to lovers, 18+ summary: Namjoon doesn’t remember the moment he went from a powerful business tycoon to little more than an aimless wanderer. Tired of the path his life is going on, he boards a train, not knowing where it’ll lead him. What he doesn’t expect is to meet you on board, the girl that would change his life forever.

warnings: brief depressive episode right below the cut (TW), brief mention of drugs, more for the fic

word count: 706 for the teaser, currently 6.3k for the fic, expected 10-15k

a/n: hi everyone!! i’ve been working on this for the past month, and while progress has been slow to say the least, and I’ve felt like giving up on it multiple times, I want to share this little snippet. JWM is one of my favorite movies, and is totally a mood booster when I’m feeling down. I’ve always seen Namjoon fit the role of Aditya perfectly, and I can’t wait for you all to read the finished fic! <3

Namjoon opens up the door between the cabins, watching the train move as fast as lightning underneath his feet. The rocks and gravel rattle underneath him, and the wind whips through his hair. From far away, he can hear the horn of an oncoming train.  It’d be so easy to let go right now, he thinks. All his problems would disappear in the blink of an eye.

“What are you doing?” A voice calls out to him, and he swivels around, taking in the sight of you, his seatmate from earlier before. His vision narrows, and all Namjoon can hear is the pounding of his heartbeat in his ears. You’re talking to him, saying something, but he can’t understand a word. All Namjoon can do is breathe heavily, dumbfounded at your incessant questioning.

“Ticket please,” the conductor swings by, and you pull yours out of your pocket. Namjoon is once again seized, panicking under the realization that he doesn’t have a ticket.

“Hey,” you whisper to him, holding out your palm. “He wants to see your ticket. Tick-et.”

“I don’t have a ticket,” his voice feels like lead, hoarse from not using it all day. He’s shocked he even manages to get the words out. 

. . .

“Actually,” you whisper. “What happened is that his plans were made at the very last minute, so there was no time for him to buy a ticket. But the train is pretty empty, so why don’t you give him a ticket now?”

The conductor lets out a heavy sigh, looking back over at the man. “Where are you going?”

Again, he doesn’t respond, staring at the pattern on the floor until the conductor snaps his fingers in front of his face.

“W-where is this train going?” he blabbers.

“Last stop!” you decide to save him from the secondhand embarrassment. “Give him a ticket for the last stop. I might as well tell you, there’s been a tragedy in his life recently. It’s bad times.”

You follow Namjoon back to his seat, eyes wide with wonder. 

“Dude, what is up! Are you on drugs or something?”

Namjoon looks up at you, his eyes narrowing? What was your deal anyway? You’d been nonstop on his ass ever since you’d sat down. 

“Listen,” you put a hand on his shoulder, and he resists the urge to flinch away. “If you’re having any kind of problem, you can tell me! All my friends tell me their problems, and I solve them! I’m like a dear Abby kind of girl. So tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me!”

Namjoon’s had enough.

“It’s you! You’re my problem. You’ve been talking nonstop this entire time! Don’t you understand that I’m not interested in talking to you! I don’t care who you are, I don’t care where you’re going, so just please, please leave me alone!”

Namjoon watches the light flicker from your eyes, and instantly regrets his response. He hadn’t meant to be so harsh.

“Oh my gosh,” he continues. “I’m sorry, I just…”

You perk back up immediately, cutting him off. “It’s okay, I get it! Clearly you’re upset about something, which is why you got upset with me. But it’s okay, I don’t mind! Do you know why? It’s because I can’t be upset by anything these days I’m getting married soon!”

Namjoon’s face contorts into an even more confused expression, bewildered at your change of topic. You were definitely one of the weirdest people he’d ever met.

“Listen,” you lean in, like you’re telling him a secret. “I’m going to elope. My parents don’t approve of him, so that’s why we’re running away. But my motto has always been act first, ask for forgiveness later anyway.”

And from there, you launch back into one of your animated discussions, rambling about everything from the mountains outside to wedding dresses you want to wear. Surprisingly, Namjoon doesn’t find it as annoying as he did before. For the first time tonight, he’s grateful to have someone by his side, spending time with him, after so many months of loneliness. Even when the lights go out, you stumble into bed, still whispering about nothing and everything at once, and he feels the ghost of a smile light up his face.

a/n pt 2: i hope you’re as excited as I am!

[charthanry]

BBS: Putting the Com in RomCom (a crack analysis)

BBS has categorically been described as a romcom which we all know is a bald-faced lie made by lying liars who lie otherwise why else would BBS tumblr hold each other and collectively cry into our tear-stained pillows every night? BUT if these liars are determined to call our beloved a romcom, then here is my list of meta moments from the show that genuinely made me cackle. (Or the one time when most of my post commentary consists of WHAT IS EVEN HAPPENING HERE?!!)

EP1 - Kid with pursed lips out here breaking hearts and taking prisoners.

This is SUCH a Pat thing to do so how much do I love that they let young Pran steal the scene? You know this grated young Pat sooooo BAD making it THAT much more funny. He probably lost sleep over it. And the pursed duck lips really puts it over the top for me. Who even raised you, you little gremlin? Not prim and proper, never a hair out of place, Dissaya and Mr. I Must Listen to Classical Music While I Eat Dad? While hilarious, what I love most about this is how we learn that Pat received it as good as he gave. Pran was no pushover even at the gremlin-age.

EP2 - Sighting: Man with framed picture of himself next to bed in case he forgets what he looks like.

Why, show, why? This is clearly a picture of Nanon and NOT Pran. Why didn’t they use a family photo of him with his parents or even a baby picture? Why use what’s obviously a modeling picture of their lead actor here? For a show that lives and dies in the details, this is just lazy staging. But what's truly hilarious is the pose, is Pran supposed to be giving himself a come hither look here? Like, is that what's happening every morning when he opens his eyes and the last thing he sees each night? A picture of himself seducing himself???😂😂😂

EP5 - Love Sign #2: Make eyes with your intended while wild horse neighs in background.

This is more of an audio than a visual take, but why is there a horse sound effect when Pat tries to make eyes with Ink??? LMAO. Is Pat meant to be a “stallion” in this scenario? I laughed SO HARD at this. Is this the soundtrack of Pat’s life? Like, what is even happening here? Does he just walk around campus with barnyard animal sounds following him around in his head? What does he need to be doing to hear a cow's moo??? 🐄🐮🐮🐄 You know what? On second thought, I don’t even want to know.

EP6 - BroTip: Prepare for possible gang jumping by pushing up sleeveless sleeves.

My first viewing of this scene had me going HAHAHA!!! Or as Ohm (and all of Thailand) would say 555555!!! What is even happening here? Pat, why, no, just why. And then they add the intense music in the background too? P’Aof and co. were totally trolling us right? There can’t be any other explanation. How many of the crew members struggled to keep a straight face during this filming? And poor Ohm? How many times did he break character laughing just to get through the motions of pushing up sleeves that AREN’T THERE?!! But no, it’s meant to be a serious moment??? I swear with every rewatch even though I know it’s COMING it still takes me out every single time. I keep dying over and over again.

EP9 - Bewildered man attacked by missing armhole in sports jersey.

What is going on here, Pat? Aren’t you suppose to be a pro at sleeveless wear? Was this just an NG that they thought was funny so decided to keep? It just makes Pat look like an idiot who doesn’t know how to dress himself. Is this why you walk around shirtless so often? You don’t get how armholes or sleeves work? Yet another definitive reason why he needs Pran in his life. The boy is clueless and a walking hazard.

EP9 - Oishi green tea allowing gays to be footloose and fancy free since 1993?

BRO, what is even happening here? I CRINGED so hard at this scene and the level of secondhand embarrassment is more than my burning face and ears can handle. Was P’Aof like: hey guys we have to insert this product placement here, so I want you to just go out there and sell it but reallllly mean it. And this was what Ohm and Nanon came up with?? AND P’Aof was like, great job, but can you really try selling it this time? I need more jazz hands. Maybe add the arm wave too? Ohm, I love you but no, just no.

EP9 - Man with tiny gun threatens a weaseling Waisel.

I get that this is a low-stakes show and the whole point of the gun thread was to move the narrative along and get the parents involved, but c’mon this was the best gun the prop team could come up with??? The whole thing is smaller than the dude’s palm. Like, he can barely get the tip of his trigger finger in there??? And now it looks like it’s stuck?? LMAO. I know this was meant to be an OH NO BIG BAD THING IS HAPPENING HERE but the entire thing was just so cartoonishy COMICAL to me. And why even stop there? Dude might as well be twirling an oversized moustache while he’s pointing that tiny gun.😂😂😂

EP9 - Man who thinks he has moves like Jagger, but in fact, very much does not. (Don’t tell him.)

This is such a difficult scene to capture a screenshot of but you all KNOW which scene I’m talking about. In the middle of a brawl involving a tiny gun, Pat decides he’s inside the matrix and can dodge fists and limbs so gets up from the ground like THIS. Whyyyyyy, Pat? Just pull yourself up like a normal person. BE NORMAL dude, it’s not that difficult. Okay, maybe for you it is. Pfft.

EP10 - Tough gangster tries to impress high school kids with velcro wallet.

Pat whips out his wallet and we hear the sccrreeeech of velcro when he opens it and I die (again) of abject horror via secondhand embarrassment. These boys look up to you Pat, can you not embarrass me like this? What 20-something college sophomore carries around a velcro wallet??? And why is Pran just standing there okay with all of this? You have ONE job, Pran. To rein in or at least slow down Pat’s buffoonery. He's not helping himself in that area. And the man’s got a reputation to uphold.😩😩😭😭

EP12 - TFW: I wish I had more middle fingers to give.

The high school flashback scene where Pat and Pran are flipping each other off reminded me so much of that viral gif of the two guys who were so uh, passionate about giving each other the middle finger they each had to have the final say even AFTER crossing the friggin’ street! If you haven’t seen it yet, watch it below. It is SO STUPIDLY HILARIOUS. And I could totally see Pat and Pran doing this back in high school. Only they live next door to each other so they’d race up to their rooms to continue the middle finger fight from their windows and IT WOULD NEVER END.😂😂😂

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Thank you for attending this open mic night at chez charthanry. Be kind, tip your waitresses, ditch the velcro wallets, and leave the muscle tees at home. Don’t be like Pat.