#i said diz

[xx-vr1zkab0b-xx]

I can’t understand anything you are saying oh my god lmfao go back to school

Stop being cringe, I’m embarrassed for you

oms fuk off i dont care litraly

u dont even know who i am u dont kno wut i could do 2 u

litrally i culd make evrything suk 4 u dont fuk wif me

fangz 4 nuthing lozr prep

[highlordofkingdomhearts]

The entire reason Roxas never got to go to the beach is because DiZ was too stupid and lazy to make a Beach DLC.

[xf-cases-solved]

i'm aware that ACNH hasn't been relevant since the plague, so i'm not really sure why this headcanon even came to me in the first place--mb it was gifted to me by god like a prophecy or some shit idk--but i came to the sudden and unrelenting realization the other day that, if given the opportunity, scully would get WAY too into animal crossing

[this ended up being a ridiculously long stream of consciousness headcanon ramble, so i'm putting it under a read more bc it is silly and self-indulgent, but i had to write it out somewhere 👇🏽]

to clarify, the scenario i'm specifically picturing is if switches existed in the 90s and original-run scully got to play new horizons

she would never pick it up on her own accord, but imagine her at her godson's birthday or something and he introduces her to this silly little game that has cute animals and "oh, that's nice and wholesome, glad there are at least some video games out there that aren't all about violence" etc etc

but then somehow she ends up with her own copy. mb she does it for the social aspect of having something to share with her godson or whatever, the why of it doesn't matter. what matters is that, due to some series of events, scully ends up with a copy of animal crossing that she then proceeds to lose her entire sense of self inside of

it's the literal perfect game for her! first off, it's incredibly chill, and lord knows she can never get enough chill time. second off, the little quests in the game would stimulate the parts of her brain that like Tasks and Puzzles and Validation. she'd get a huge kick out of figuring out how to breed all the different types of flowers, and knowing during what time of day/type of weather/time of year certain bugs or fish were around. the good grades she would get on her house and island would fuel her. she would have the EXACT right amount of trees. no weeds. all the fruits. she'd find the most logical way to terraform her island so that it was both cute and efficient. she would lose HOURS to this shit, ok?

and it would take mulder a little while to notice

bc scully obvi wouldn't play at work, and also would be kind of embarrassed that she was spending so much time with a video game, so she'd hide it. but the longer it went on, the more there would be slip-ups

mulder asks her one day when they stop for gas in some random town how much the sunflower seeds she grabbed for him cost, and she says, "75 bells," before immediately correcting herself and saying, "cents! 75 cents!" (this wouldn't be the last "bells" slip)

mulder's on the phone with her one night rambling about a case, not really noticing that she hasn't been listening to a word he's been saying until he hears her mutter, "oh fuck you, astrid," and when he questions her she hastily explains that astrid is her annoying new neighbor (who is decidedly NOT a kangaroo, obviously)

she's always been brilliant, but suddenly she knows a lot of seemingly random trivia about different types of beetles and butterflies for some reason

he wonders if she's always had such a strong aversion to sea bass

eventually he catches her in the act, probably when he bursts into her hotel room through the adjoining door one day to tell her a new theory, only to find her curled up in her bed wrapped in her comforter, clutching her little yellow switch, and staring at him like he just caught her with a vibrator

and ofc he makes fun of her a little, but mostly he thinks it's cute

until

she makes him get a copy so they can trade items

which he does, bc 1. he always likes to have a reason to spend time with her outside of work, and 2. he cannot tell her no

which is how, on nights when there aren't any monsters to chase down or aliens falling from the sky, he finds himself lugging virtual supplies to scully's island (bc "i need more hard wood, mulder" and like, it's not the type of hard wood he wants to give her, but ya kno), and getting chastised for how cluttered his dumb animated house is ("you won't get a good ranking from the happy home academy if you don't coordinate your wallpaper, carpet, and furniture, mulder"). he hasn't picked a weed on his island the entire time he's had the game and it drives her Insane, which is why he does it, bc watching her silly little character running around his island in a frenzy plucking weeds is adorable (and god, how pathetic is it that he finds her adorable even in animal crossing character form??)

he does find some personal entertainment from the game. he likes collecting shooting stars and swimming and trying to guess which pieces of art are counterfeit. mostly, tho, he just likes how much scully likes it; he likes how, when she's playing or talking about the stupid game she laughs easier. he likes seeing her do something silly, just for the fun of it, and he likes that she lets him be a part of it

she invites him to her island one night, and she takes him to the shore, where she shows him where she terraformed a little area with a bench, flowers, and a telescope, and tells him she made it for the two of them to go stargazing together

their dumb little characters sit next to each other and watch pretend stars in the dark, and they both feel immensely loved

(she'll ask him if he brought her that new seasonal wardrobe he got later. she needs it to complete the set, but she can wait. not like, a super long time, obviously--the happy home academy sends their letter tomorrow and she'll be pissed if she doesn't get an A--but they can stay out under the night sky together. for a little longer, at least ❤️)

[sunnidear]

i can already tell this week is going to beat my ass 🙂‍↕️

[avpdrew]

compulsion to lie verses compulsion to tell the entire truth about yourself so that ppl realize who you are and leave u alone

[soupbitch-moneybitch]

throwaway line from my fic that is the most accurate stede description i've ever come up with:

"fruity as a fruit basket. a fruity fruit basket-case, if you will"

dat him

[loverboyplural]

we consider dysphoria-relieving thingz like roleplaying as dead online / referring to oneself as dead as safe transitioning for ppl w/ harmful dysphoria, which is why we still add those disclaimers & assume others add those :P

referring 2 oneself / acting in a certain way is often timez transitioning for ppl w/ atypical dysphoria in the same way someone w/ gender dysphoria would b "socially transitioning" 4 lack of a better example . nd since some ppl arent in safe households 2 wear stuff like nail polish it can still b considered unsafe transition imo .... unsafe transition isnt jst abt personal harm it alzo includez outward harm from otherz

my biggest issue right now with trans//id alternative coiners is how little care they seem to put into their terms?

like for all of them its just the usual "anti transitioning if unsafe" or "ok to transition if safe" but they never really put in the thought of or explain HOW it can be done safely or unsafely

I get its because theres this idea of quantity over quality in the mogai community, and with a lot of members disabled it can be draining to edit every single term to be personalized or even think about that stuff, but the way they dont elaborate on this stuff still feels like its more of just a saying than something theyre serious or genuine about, even if I know thats not necessarily the case. you cant truly safely 'transition' to idk dissodeath or desirpermasleep or whatever, saying 'ok to transition to if safe' is so redundant.

dysphoria relief and transitioning are different things in this case. you cant safely transition to being dead but you can safely relieve dysphoria by getting tattoos, drawing on your skin, using dead/undead terminology etc. theyre not the same thing. so people putting "ok to transition if safe" on things like that feels really ignorant if anything.

there is also the other side of the spectrum like desirblacknails saying "ok to transition to if safe". how would you transition to black nails in an unsafe way??? besides like idk using non-body safe permanent markers, and how much harm can that really do especially if short term yk?

(note, the only thing here I know exists is dissodeath, I dont mean to shame, call out or guilt trip anyone, Im just voicing a general complaint Ive been observing go around since terms like these started to pop up around last year)

[basset-babe]

five times: the three point five.

pairing: benedict bridgerton x fem!reader

warnings: cursing, anger, frustration, maybe hurtful words, smut!, endearing names during, (semi?) public sex, praise, explicit language, fingering, societal pressure rant

word count: 3.2k+

a/n: heh i finished season 3 heh i'm in (series) bridgerton bliss heh so diz iz smut pls enjoy!

five times series: the first. the one point five. the second. the third. the three point five. the fourth. at last.

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the three point five.

But it didn't feel right. Benedict just sinking down the velvet cushion chair, his mind stirred. He couldn't shake the feeling that he should do something, a sense of urgency gnawing at his insides.

With a sudden burst of determination, he shot up from the chair, nearly knocking over the glass of champagne on the near side table. Without a second glance at the luscious party or the puzzled expressions of the guests, he made a beeline for the door.

As Benedict pushed through onto the street, the cacophony of the party faded behind him. The crisp night air hit his face, sharpening his focus. He ignored the calls of their acquaintances and other partygoers who were gathered in the rooms, their faces blurred into indistinct shapes as he hurried past.

"Bridgerton! Where are you going?" someone shouted, but he paid no heed.

Benedict's footsteps quickened as he navigated through the dimly lit streets, each step a beat in the frantic rhythm of his heart. The city around him seemed a world apart from the glittering townhouse he had left behind. Here, shadows loomed large, and the quiet was punctuated only by the distant sounds of life continuing in other corners of the city. He scanned the shadows, heart pounding. Y/N was here somewhere. He just knew it.

"Y/N!" he called out, his voice breaking the stillness. No response. He took a few steps further into the garden, the soft crunch of gravel under his feet the only sound accompanying him.

"Y/N, please!" he called again, louder this time, desperation edging his tone. Still, nothing. The garden seemed vast and empty, the shadows playing tricks on his eyes.

Then, by the shops, he saw her silhouette. She was by a lamp post with her back to him, shoulders stiff, her cloaked figure barely illuminated by the moonlight filtering through the trees. He felt a pang of guilt and longing. He had to make this right.

"Y/N," he said once more, softer now, as if speaking too loudly would shatter her already fragile state. He took a hesitant step towards her. "Please, just listen to me."

She didn’t move, didn’t turn to face him. Her silence, heavy and palpable, filled the space between them, echoing louder than any words she could have spoken. The memory of their confrontation at the party played over and over in his mind – the sting of her harsh words, the intensity of her anger, the rawness of her hurt. Each moment replayed like a relentless loop, haunting him with regret. He longed to rewind time, to undo the pain he had caused.

The gossip sheet had been the final straw. His name splashed across the scandalous pages, seen kissing Lady Arnold, while all of the ton knew he was actively courting Miss Y/N. The look on her face when she saw it had been devastating. Accusations flew, voices rose, and the bitter sting of betrayal hung in the room air.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice trembling. "I never meant to hurt you. Please, Y/N, look at me."

She remained motionless, her back still to him, the tension between them palpable, hanging heavy in the air like an unspoken accusation. Benedict hesitated, each step closer feeling like a tentative negotiation with the silence that enveloped them. He paused a moment, weighing his next move, acutely aware of the fragile thread that still tethered them together.

As he stood there, uncertainty gnawed at him. He wanted to bridge the distance, to erase the hurt that lay between them. Yet, the fear of shattering what little remained held him back. His hand hovered in the air, fingers twitching with the desire to reach out and comfort, to mend the rift he had unwittingly deepened.

But words failed him, swallowed by the weight of their shared history and the unspoken emotions that lingered in the space between them. Benedict searched for a way to break the silence, to convey the depths of his regret without risking further damage. Each heartbeat stretched the moment, until finally, he found his voice, tentative and raw with emotion.

"Lady Arnold and I… we shared a brief dalliance. It was a period of self-discovery for me," He elucidated regarding his now scandalized association. "There came a time when she developed feelings for me, but I reveled in my independence. That was until I became utterly captivated by you. When I saw you for the first time, I was astonished to see your family amongst the ton, but never did I anticipate encountering you, Y/N. With your grace and beauty so exquisite, you appeared beyond my grasp, yet I felt compelled to pursue you nonetheless."

Y/N felt a tempest of emotions swirling within her as she absorbed his words. She took a deep, steadying breath before responding, trying to calm her racing heart. "I... I find myself at a loss for words. Your candor has always been something I admired, and I am grateful for your honesty. But this revelation is quite overwhelming and rather sudden."

He took a step closer, his eyes fervently searching hers for understanding. "I am fully aware of how daunting this must be, but I could no longer keep my feelings concealed. Meeting you altered the very fabric of my existence. Lady Arnold is a relic of my past, but you... you embody my present and my future."

Y/N's words spilled forth in a torrent of anger and frustration, her voice trembling with emotion. "But what of the scandal? The relentless gossip of the ton? I am but a woman, Benedict. The ton is far less forgiving to me than it is to you!" Her frustration simmered beneath the surface, barely contained. "You must understand, my reputation hangs by a thread. A single misstep, and I am cast aside, deemed unworthy of respect. Society demands I conform, be a paragon of virtue, a mere homemaker, and nothing more. My worth reduced to how well I can maintain a household, marry advantageously, and produce heirs."

She paced with agitation, each step a declaration of defiance against societal expectations. "You, as a man, have the luxury of making mistakes, of being celebrated as a rogue in drawing rooms and clubs. Meanwhile, every action of mine is scrutinized, dissected, and condemned. Stepping outside the bounds of propriety threatens not just my reputation but my very existence in this suffocating world. The ton is merciless to women who dare to challenge its rigid norms."

Y/N paused, her eyes flashing with unshed tears of anger and injustice. "I am constantly reminded that my sole purpose is to secure a respectable marriage, to be a submissive wife and dutiful mother. Any ambition beyond that is deemed scandalous, improper. The freedom you take for granted is a distant dream for me, a privilege I may never attain. Do you comprehend the weight of all this? To defy this conservative society is a battle for my very identity, for my right to exist as more than society's pawn!" Her voice cracked with raw emotion, the depth of her anger laid bare. The enormity of the challenge ahead loomed large, and she awaited Benedict's response with a mixture of defiance and vulnerability, daring him to understand the gravity of her plight.

Benedict's eyes locked onto hers with unwavering resolve, "I understand the gravity of what you are saying, Y/N. The societal constraints placed upon you are both unjust and formidable. The double standards are abhorrent, and I cannot pretend to fully comprehend the weight you bear."

He took her hands in his, his voice gentle yet firm. "But know this: I do not take lightly what I am asking of you. I see your strength, your intelligence, and your grace, all of which transcend the narrow confines society seeks to impose upon you. You are so much more than a mere homemaker, and you deserve to be seen and valued for all that you are."

Benedict paused, his eyes softening as he continued. "I cannot change the society we live in overnight, but I can promise you that I will stand by your side through the whispers of this very scandal. We will face the ton together, and I will protect your honor and dignity with every fiber of my being."

He gently clasped her hand, his touch a balm to her anxiety. "Let them gossip and speculate. I am prepared to face any adversity, endure any scandal, if it means I can be with you."

Y/N met his intense gaze, searching for any trace of doubt. "Are you genuinely ready for that? To withstand the scrutiny and judgment? For once we embark on this path, there will be no retreat."

He squeezed her hand, his resolve unwavering. "I am more ready than ever. You are worth every challenge, every whispered condemnation. I love you, Y/N. And I am resolved to fight for us, regardless of the cost--"

Benedict's intent profession of his love was cut as Y/N kissed him. His eyes widened in shock but closed as he felt her soft wine-tinged lips in his.

His initial shock melted into a surge of warmth that spread through his entire being. For a fleeting moment, the world around them faded into insignificance, leaving only the sensation of her touch and the taste of her on his lips.

He fervently responded to her kiss, his hands instinctively finding hers, pulling her closer. The moment seemed suspended in time, filled with the heady mix of desire and tenderness. His mind raced with unspoken words of love, now rendered unnecessary by this spontaneous and passionate gesture from Y/N.

As their kiss deepened, Benedict's senses heightened, acutely aware of every detail—the softness of her lips, the faint floral scent of her hair, the warmth of her breath mingling with his. It was a dance of intimacy, a silent exchange of emotions that spoke volumes beyond any words could convey.

Their surroundings faded into obscurity as Benedict and Y/N surrendered to the intoxicating pull of their embrace. The cool touch of the ivy-surrounded shop door against Y/N's back contrasted with the warmth radiating from Benedict's body, igniting a fire of desire between them.

Benedict, towering over her with a commanding presence, deepened the kiss with a hunger that mirrored his longing. His hands, large and gentle, roamed with purpose—tracing the curve of her waist, skimming along her spine, sending shivers of anticipation through her body.

Y/N's own hands trembled as they explored Benedict's form, fingers threading through the soft strands of his hair and tracing the strong lines of his jaw. Every touch was electric, every caress a testament to their shared passion and unspoken yearning.

Their kiss deepened further, each tender exploration of lips and tongues igniting passion that neither could deny. Benedict's hands, firm yet gentle, explored the contours of Y/N's body with a reverence born of adoration and desire. His fingertips traced the curve of her back, eliciting a soft gasp from her as he pulled her closer, molding their bodies together in a seamless fit.

Y/N's back pressed against the cool wood of the shop door, a stark contrast to the heat that surged between them. She felt the solid strength of Benedict's chest against hers, his heartbeat echoing her own racing pulse. Her hands, trembling with need, traced the strong lines of his shoulders, then slid down his chest, feeling the rhythmic rise and fall of his breath.

Their bodies pressed closer together, the urgency of their desire palpable in the air. Benedict's lips continued their trail of heated kisses, moving from Y/N's chin to the curve of her neck, where he traced delicate patterns with the tip of his tongue. Benedict moved her cloak aside and her sleeve down. His hands, strong and possessive, slid down her back, pulling her hips against his with an unspoken need.

Y/N's breath hitched as she felt friction between them, her fingers threading through Benedict's hair, urging him closer. Each sensation, from the soft pressure of his lips to the warmth of his touch, sent waves of pleasure coursing through her veins. She surrendered to the overwhelming intensity of their connection, her own hands exploring the contours of his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her touch.

Lost in the haze of desire, Benedict whispered words of adoration against her skin, his voice husky with longing. "Be mine," he breathed, his lips trailing back up to capture hers in a searing kiss. Their mouths melded together hungrily, tongues tangling in a dance, igniting sparks of electricity that seemed to arc between them. In that moment, beneath the canopy of ivy and flowers, they were consumed by the passion that had simmered between them for so long. It was a moment of surrender, of giving in to the primal need that bound them together, transcending any societal expectations or judgments.

Time seemed to stand still as they reveled in the ecstasy of each other's touch, their bodies moving in a symphony of desire and longing. Benedict's touch leaves a trail of goosebumps in its wake. He savored the taste of her lips, the intoxicating scent of her skin, imprinting every sensation into his memory.

Y/N's leg gracefully lifted, curling around Benedict's side as she drew herself closer to him, as if wishing to remove space around them for the nth time. His hand gently traced the edge of her skirt, his gaze meeting hers as her kiss-dazed eyes fluttered open. Their eyes remained locked, speaking volumes in the silent exchange of desire. With a nod of affirmation, she conveyed her consent. Benedict's expression held a mixture of reverence and need, his movements careful and deliberate as he lifted her leg slightly, allowing his touch to travel further up, tracing the intricate patterns of her stockings.

Benedict's touch was tender, his fingers tracing the delicate lace that adorned the edge of Y/N's stockings. The fabric was smooth beneath his touch, a contrast to the warmth of her skin as his hand moved upward with a feather-light caress. Y/N's breath caught in anticipation, her heartbeat quickening with each gentle stroke along her thigh.

Y/N's lips parted slightly, a soft moan escaping as she leaned closer to him, her hand finding its way to rest against his chest. The sensation of his fingers against her skin sent a shiver down her spine, igniting a deeper yearning within her. Y/N bit her lip to suppress her soft whimpers as Benedict's fingers touched her velvet core. "I have never been touched...like this." Y/N says in between catching her breath and quieting herself down.

As her chemise rose, granting Benedict to caress her already dripping entrance, "Never?" He asks as he withdraws his hand from her skirts and licks his glistening slick-coated fingers, "But you taste so sweet like ambrosia, my lady. So delectable, all this nectar for me to savour." He smirks as his flustered lady hangs her mouth agape at his provocative statement.

"Well, I haven't--I never really...I just--" Y/N blushes and fails to complete her words as she looks at the handsome gentleman basking in her virgin sex. Benedict's lips curved into a knowing smile as he pressed against hers with a fervent intensity. His index finger trails the sensitive bud down towards teasing her entrance. Y/N moans in their kiss as her state rendered her sensitive. Her hand grasps his arm as Benedict rubs her clit in circular motions.

"Such a goddess, my darling, my muse." Benedict whispers in her ear as their kiss breaks and Y/N breaths harder, pressing her cheek by Benedict's ear where he can, now, hear her suppressed moans and hitched breaths as she feels pure ecstasy under his touch.

"Ben-Bendict, what is happen-happening to me?" She whispers as she feels her abdomen in knots as he rubs faster. "Let it go, love. Finish for me." Benedict says as he notices you swell on his fingertips. Y/N mind buzzes listlessly as she reaches her climax. Her hips bucking as Benedict now inserts two digits in her cunt leaving Y/N mewling as his fingers speed up, thumb circling her clit, the others buried as far as he can as she rides her high.

Her body surrenders to the rising tide within. With eyes tightly closed, Y/N utter Benedict's name as her core begins to pulse around his touch, her hands grabbing tightly, her every muscle tensing. Her hips arch once more, swept away as the crescendo washes over.

A dribble of wetness runs down Benedict's palm, Y/N's chemise and thighs as the lady feels her mind float away. Distantly, she can hear him speaking, but it’s fuzzy as she catches her breath remembering they are still by the shop door near the square. Satiated, Y/N slowly brings her leg down but too shaky to balance.

Y/N is startled as a warm hand circles her waist, bringing her abruptly back into reality. Benedict looms over her, shielding her to any passerby, with his chest heaving, too. The two were lucky that it's quite possibly the dead of night. No one could've seen what ecstatic pleasure just unfolded between them at all.

As they finally parted, breathless and flushed with desire, Benedict gazed into Y/N's eyes with newfound reverence. "Y/N," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion, "I never knew I could feel this way. You've utterly bewitched me." With gentle care, he rolled up her sleeves and adjusted her cloak, his fingers lingering on the fabric as if reluctant to let her go.

Y/N followed his hands, then met his gaze, her eyes glassy and her cheeks tinted with a delicate blush. She could feel the intensity of the moment, the weight of their pining hanging in the air. "And you've captured me in ways I never imagined possible, Benedict," she murmured, her voice trembling with her throat dry. Her heart pounded in her chest, a wild rhythm that echoed her racing thoughts.

"The Bridgertons are hosting a ball in a few days' time, and I know you will be attending," he said, his voice a mix of hope and yearning. Y/N nodded in response, her heart pounding in anticipation. "Might I have the honor of a dance, my lady?"

Y/N amusingly quipped, "Of course—just as long as you promise not to step on my toes."

Benedict chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I promise to let you lead, as long as you promise me one thing," he said, leaning in closer, his breath warm against her skin.

"And what might that be?" she asked, her curiosity piqued, her pulse quickening.

"Save me every dance," he whispered, his words carrying the weight of his desire, sending a delightful shiver down her spine. The intensity of his gaze made her feel like the only woman in the world.

With a playful smile, she replied, "Only if you promise to sweep me off my feet."

Benedict's smile widened, his heart swelling with joy. "It's a promise, my lady," he vowed, his voice low and filled with promise.

Their laughter mingled together, a harmonious blend of shared joy and anticipation, as they contemplated the upcoming ball—a night destined to overflow with enchantment, passion, and moments that quicken the heart. The atmosphere hummed with unspoken sentiments and burgeoning emotions, each glance and touch affirming the deepening connection between them.

The two walked to the street corner as a footman was hailed for Y/N's carriage. As Benedict took her hand to bid farewell as the carriage arrived, he brought her knuckles to his lips, brushing a tender kiss across it. "Until then," he said softly, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Until then," she echoed, her voice a whisper of promise.

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[yayakoishii]

Type | Sanji x Reader

Fandom: One Piece

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Genre: Angst with Happy Ending

Warning(s): Alcohol consumption, drunken confessions

Inspired by: Your Type by Carly Rae Jepsen

Summary: You know you're not Sanji's type. Yet you also can't bring yourself to get over him. Consoling yourself with alcohol doesn't go as planned...

A/n: I'm done with Sanji fics, I say. Then I proceed to write a Sanji fic because I'm so in love with this boy it's ridiculous. Apparently all it takes is one reminder of why I love him and I'm a puddle for him again. Probably why a lot of my fics have so many compliments for him. I always want him to know how amazing he is hahaha~

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The big bonfire had plunged everyone in a golden and orange hue, the warmth in the atmosphere lingering from the aftermath of another island successfully saved (and destroyed) by the Straw Hat crew. In one corner, Sanji was flirting with some girls, who were looking at him shyly and hanging on with great interest.

Somehow, it didn't feel as good as always. The blonde chef found his mind instead conjuring up your sweet smile and a giggle. Flirting with you was different. Somehow, it was the only time he felt giddy now-a-days. It was weird, but Sanji wasn't an idiot to not understand what it meant.

He knew he was falling for you and yet, he was also aware that his heart had chosen an impossible target. You were the most kind, generous and sweet person he had ever come across– and there was no way you would ever look at him as a potential partner. Sanji knew that, his brain knew that, but his heart was adamant. It has chosen and it refused to let go.

Giving up to its whims again, the chef excused himself from the ladies, who looked disappointed and tried to make him stay but he gently refused by giving some excuse and a compliment. Feeling eyes on him, Sanji looked around to find you shooting him a glare. It startled him, especially when he noticed the glass of alcohol in your hand.

You hated the bitter taste of alcohol. You never drank it and always refused it so what could have made you drink today? Sanji couldn't understand but he found his feet making way towards you the moment you swayed where you sat. His hands found purchase upon your shoulders when he was close enough and he steadied you such that you were leaning against his stomach.

You inhaled deeply, almost like you were taking in Sanji's scent, and it made a shiver run down his back.

"Sanji…" Your voice was a mere whisper in the din of the party but somehow, it reached Sanji's ears. "Take me home."

Home meant your room in the Thousand Sunny, a place Sanji had never stepped foot in. He had, at times, escorted you to the door but never went in and you had never offered either– it seemed like he would intrude on your personal space if he ever asked.

"Of course," he said quietly, carefully helping you to stand up. You never drank, but now that you had, Sanji wasn't sure if you had drunk too much or if you were a lightweight because you nearly collapsed again, giggles bubbling up your lips.

"My legs feel like jelly," you slurred towards the end, putting all your weight on Sanji, who easily held you up as you tried to straighten up. "Jelly… Milk pudding… ah, your milk pudding the other night was so good, Sanji."

"I'm glad to hear that, sweetheart," he patiently let you struggle for a while before you gave up and looked at him with tears in your eyes. Your mood swings were extreme when you got drunk, apparently. "How about I carry you back, my love?"

"Would you?" You peered up at him through your wet eyelashes and Sanji wanted to kiss your tears away. Even while crying, you were somehow the most beautiful sight with your adorable red nose, the flush of alcohol making your ears and neck and cheeks warm, droplets sticking to your eyelashes.

Without a word, he picked you up like you weighed nothing in a princess carry, and you squeaked at the sudden dizziness. Your arms automatically came to circle around his neck and Sanji hoped that you wouldn't be able to hear his heart hammering at such a close distance. You were pressed against him, and he could feel you– it was too much for his heart and he really didn't want to let you know how much of a big fat crush he had on you, lest it embarrassed him in front of you.

To you, he always wanted to appear like a cool, suave and charming guy. And yet, when you were around, he always ended up fumbling or stuttering or messing things up. The effect you had on him drove him crazy.

"You're so cool," you murmured, your lips tickling his collarbone from where they were pressed. "Your hands are always cold, did you know that, Sanji?"

"Yes," the chef smiled to himself, watching you draw hearts with your finger on his shirt. You were pouting again. "Is everything alright, love?"

"Mm?" You looked up at him, eyes wide and glossy.

"You never drink," Sanji gestured his head back towards the party, which was now quite a distance away that the noise had dwindled down. In the silence of the night, the moment felt all too personal and intimate. "Did something happen?"

"I got tired," you whispered, pausing from drawing hearts. You looked away, warm tears running down your cheeks. "It's been a bit hard these days. Love is hard, Sanji."

Sanji's heart skipped a beat at the last sentence. You were in love?

"I know I shouldn't," you continued on, no longer looking at him but at the starry sky above you, "that my feelings will just ruin everything. I know I'm not his type, and I know he will never look at me the way I want him to. I know he will only ever see me as a friend at most but God, if I just didn't love him as much I do. I want to do so many things with him, for him, to him– I want to be by his side and love him."

"He is a very lucky man," Sanji's mouth felt dry as he spoke. The food he had eaten suddenly seemed to want to come out the way it had come in and Sanji was sure that the only reason he hadn't puked yet was because you were in his arms. You, who were in love with some other man. Probably someone from the crew. (Was it Zoro? Sanji never actually hated the guy, despite his claims, but he felt like he really might resent him a little if the mosshead was the one receiving your affections.)

"Is he?" Your voice wavered. "He won't ever look at me that way. It kills me when I see him with other girls because I know he will never see me beyond a comrade because that's just how it is. I'm not, I'm not the type of girl he would fall for."

"He must be blind then," Sanji said loudly. You had reached the Sunny and got onto the deck, but he simultaneously wanted this conversation to end and not end. Who was it you liked? Zoro didn't flirt. Was it Ussop? He sometimes fooled around. "To not notice you, to not, to not realise your value." To not realise that he was a lucky bastard who got your love when Sanji would do anything for it. Anything. "W- Who…"

Sanji swallowed the lump in his throat before trying again.

"Who is he?"

You didn't answer for a few seconds. He tried to gauge out your reaction and found that you looked angry. Your mood swings were really extreme.

"I hate you," you hit Sanji's chest without any real power in it. The words were like a slap to Sanji, who looked at you heart-broken. You were angry, but you were still crying. "I wish I could mean that. I wish I could look at you and not constantly feel so in love with you. I wish you were mean or horrible or a jerk so I could get over you but you're, you're kind. You're sweet. You treat me like I'm the most precious and important person to grace the earth. You comfort me and you hold me and you flirt but never force anything on me. You're a gentleman, you're caring and I see you. I see who you are and I fall in love. I'm sorry, Sanji, I love you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for ruining everything, for taking advantage of your kindness, but I can't make it stop. I can't–"

You sucked in a deep breath, scratching at Sanji to let him let you down. The chef did so, too shocked to say or do anything else.

"I can't look at you and not love you, Sanji," you whispered, eyes reflecting a broken and sad look. "I'm sorry I love you."

For a few seconds he didn't know what to say, brain trying to catch up with everything you had said. Him. You loved him. Not someone else, him.

You seemed to take his silence as your answer and turned around to leave but Sanji panicked and tugged at your hand, making you bump into his chest. His hands came around you in a circle, holding you with a desperation he didn't know he had in him.

"Don't be," he said breathlessly, feeling winded from the rush of his own feelings and thoughts. "Don't be sorry for making my dream come true, not when all I have wanted is for you to love me back. And don't be sorry for entrusting your heart to me. I swear, sweetheart, if you would let me, I'll take so good care of it. I'll never let you regret it. So please, give me your heart. Because I already gave you mine without either of us knowing."

You chuckled, the daze of having your love returned making everything feel unreal. You turned around and got on your tiptoes to press a soft kiss against his lips.

"Silly boy, it was always yours to begin with."

Sanji's heart was still hammering as he looked at you giving him a sweet smile and pulling him into a hug. You stayed like that for a few minutes, just the two of you under the stars on an empty ship, swaying lightly to inaudible music. A few moments passed before Sanji realised that your breath was evened out– you had fallen asleep in his arms.

That made him laugh, looking at your peaceful and smiling face burrowed in his chest, right next to his heart. Remembering what you had said before, Sanji carefully tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, and pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Then silly girl, you should know you were always my exact type, to begin with."

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𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞

(𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐆 𝐗 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌)

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: reader spends to much time on the team and not enough time on herself.

Laughter field the room as kk ran away from nika after pulling a prank on her during practice . “So you free tonight” Paige asked sitting next to you as the laughter quiet down and everyone got back to practice.

“We’re all going out tonight for drinks just to chill” she added you nodded thinking to yourself. Tonight was going to be your night to rest,you haven’t really been able to due to work this season was a little rough on you.

You know you were over working yourself but you didn’t let that stop you from taking care of your girls.they we’re family to you,crazy but still family. “Y-yeah sure what time” you hesitated looking at the time “around 10” she answered it was already 8 only giving you a hour to yourself.

“Ok,I’ll see you there” you softly smiled picking up your bag “hey,what’s wrong” she asked noticing your reaction “nothing,just a little tired” you sighed “you don’t have to go if you don’t want to” she told you.

“No,no I’m fine besides I need a drink or two” you smiled as Paige walked with you to the parking lot “you sure” she asked “uhm” you nodded. She could tell you were lying she and the team noticed how much time you’ve been spending on your work.

What she had noticed how pale you looked she wanted to ask you if you were ok but she didn’t wanted to be pushy “alright then”

Music field your ears as you sat alone at the bar as the rest of the girls were doing there own thing.you sighed rubbing your eyes exhausted, “you good” Paige asked walking next to you taking a seat “yeah,I’m fine” you sighed “you know you can talk to us right” she softly looked at you she how tired you looked.

You turned to her,giving her a soft smile you took her hand in yours rubbing it “I’m fine..I promise” you smiled “but I should go big day tomorrow” you said before downing the rest of your drink. You tried to get up but when you did you stumbled almost falling but before you could Paige caught you “woah maybe you shouldn’t be driving,how many drinks have you had” she asked wrapping her arm around your waist and her other grabbing your things.

“Only one” you mumbled,you wasn’t lying that was your only drink and drinking on a empty stomach wasn’t the best idea “you sure about that light weight” she chuckled walking both of you out the club to her car.

“Your a good friend you know that” you mumble looking her in the eyes as she unlocked the car “so I’ve heard” she chuckled helping you into the car a putting your seat belt on.

You woke up with a sigh feeling drained you slowly mad your way up grabbing your phone. Your eyes widened realizing what time it was you were 30 minutes late to the teams game “SHIT” you quickly got up as you called geno “hey were are you” he answered.

“On my way,I’m so sorry I slept in” you rushed out slipping on a pear of jeans and a knew shirt “no problem,drive safely” he told you before ending the call.you ran to your bath to brush your teeth and fix your hair trying to look somewhat decent.

Finishing your makeup you quickly walked towards your front door grabbing your bag and leaving not having any time to grab anything to eat.

“Hey what I miss” you said out of breath as you stood next to geno finally making it “the hell happened to you” he asked watching you breathe heavily you rolled your eyes sitting down as you began to feel a little dizzy.

“Nothing” you mumbled trying to catch your breath “what I miss” you asked again ignoring the look on his face.

“Nothing much” she sighed sitting next to you “you sure you’re ok” he asked “yeah” you looked away not wanting to see the look on his face



A couple minutes had passed when a break was called. You were zoned out when Paige walked up to your breathing hard “you made it” she smiled “what” you looked up snapping out of it. She frown “you good” she asked “y-yeah” you got up but way to fast the dizziness hit you again making you fall but before you could hit the floor Paige caught you.

Paige/3rd pov

Her eyes widened as she caught you,slowly laying you down everyone ran towards you too after seeing what happened.

“What happened” geno asked kneeling next to you “I-i don’t know,she said she was fine” Paige mumbled still in shock. The medic had ran out and was know by your side checking your pulse “you should get her to a hospital” he suggested feeling that your pulse was pretty low.

“W-why is she ok” kk spoke up “hopefully” he told her “I’ll take her,you all stay hear and finish this up” geno ordered “what no way,or you crazy” everyone yelled “end of discussion go” he shouted back getting help for the medic taking you to his car.



They had all did as told but the minute the game was over they all went to the hospital. “We’re is she” Paige asked “she’s resting” geno answered “is she ok” kk asked “what happened” ice asked. They all started asking questions after questions.

“OK,ok, she fine the doctors said that she needs rest” he told them “why what wrong with her” Paige asked. With a sigh geno answered “they said that her body it under a lot of stress and there hasn’t been any food in her system in the past two days.

They were all quiet talking it all in “so she ok though right” nika asked “yeah she gonna be ok right” kk asked.

“Yea she just needs rest,and she gonna be on bed rest for about a week” geno sighed sitting down “can we see her” Paige asked “yeah but only one-“ before geno could finish she walked in your room closing the door behind you.

She slowly walked next to your bed as you slept and sat in the chair next to your bed taking you hand in hers.

Your/3rd pov

Your eyes slowly open you frown looking around “hey pretty girl” you looked too your side and saw Paige “what happened” you asked “you fainted,the doctors said you haven’t been eating and you’ve been stressed..why didn’t you tell us” she whispered looking you in the eye.

You sighed leaning back “I thought I had in my control”. “You don’t have to do this alone,we’re here to help” Paige told you.

“Yeah..I know” you looked down “promise me when you get out of here you’ll take care of yourself” she asked “Paige-“ “promise me” she cut you off.

“I promise” you softly smiled.



[princesssdark88]

Ateez like Boyfriends: Bath time 🚿💦

♡ Lembrando a todos que este post é meramente ilustrativo, e feito apenas para divertimento dos fãs.

♡ Reminding everyone that this post is merely illustrative, and made just for the amusement of fans.

♡ I'm slowly coming back guys, I hope you like it! ♡

Mingi

Você mal falou "banho" ele já vai estar embaixo do chuveiro esperando

Prefere banhos de chuveiro do que de banheira

Gosta de beijos molhados embaixo d'agua

Gosta de sentir seu corpo colado nele

Esponja para quê? Se ele pode passa a língua pelo seu corpo

Gosta de dar prazer enquanto você puxa o cabelo dele

Vai virar você pro vidro do box pra poder ficar roçando no seu corpo enquanto fica sussurrando no seu ouvido

"Você é linda, eu amo sentir seu corpo assim, princesa geme pra mim, geme!"

Gosta de ouvir você elogiando o corpo dele enquanto se ensaboam

O vapor do chuveiro escondendo o que vocês fazem durante horas ali

Vai coloca o roupão e querer sair abraçadinho com você colada nele.

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You barely said "bath" he will already be under the shower waiting

Prefers showers to bathtubs

Likes wet kisses underwater

Likes to feel your body glued to him

Sponge for what? If he can, run his tongue over your body

Likes to pleasure him while you pull his hair

It will turn you to the glass of the shower so it can rub against your body while whispering in your ear

"You are beautiful, I love feeling your body like this, princess moans for me, moans!"

Likes to hear you complimenting his body while soaping

The steam from the shower hiding what you do for hours there

Go put on the robe and want to go out hugging with you glued to it.

Yeosang

Diz que ama banhos, principalmente se forem com você

Ama ver você nua, mas fica todo tímido de fica pelado na sua frente

Vai prende seu cabelo pra não molha enquanto dá beijinhos nos seus ombros

Vai quere ensaboar você, e vai ficar todo sem jeito quando você grudar seu corpo no dele

Beijos intensos segurando a nuca um do outro

Ama quando você satisfaz ele durante o banho

"Eu te amo tanto, eu podia passar o dia assim com você!"

Nos banhos de banheira gosta de sentir seu corpo em cima dele

Gosta de dedilhar você enquanto te beija e ouve você gemendo por ele

Vai te cobrir com o roupão e te leva pro quarto pra seca seu cabelo, pra você fazer o mesmo com ele depois.

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He says he loves baths, especially if they are with you

He loves to see you naked, but gets all shy of getting naked in front of you

Go tie your hair up so it doesn't get wet while you kiss your shoulders

He'll want to lather you, and he'll be all awkward when you stick your body to his

Intense kisses holding the back of each other's necks

Loves it when you satisfy him during the bath

"I love you so much, I could spend the day with you like this!"

In the baths he likes to feel his body on top of him

Likes to finger you while kissing you and hears you moaning for him

He will cover you with the bathrobe and take you to the bedroom to dry your hair, so you can do the same with it later.

Seonghwa

"Amor, vou preparar um banho de banheira pra gente"

Gosta de ficar abraçadinho embaixo da água caindo no corpo de vocês enquanto se beijam

Mordidas no pescoço e na sua orelha enquanto mexe no seu cabelo molhado

Gosta de cuidar de você, te ensaboando com calma enquanto fica dando beijinhos na sua nuca (se estiver de costas) ou nos lábios (quando está de frente)

Gosta quando você ensaboa as costas dele e depois passa os dedos dos ombros até a cintura

Prefere banhos de chuveiro aos de banheira

Gemidos no ouvido enquanto se acariciam

Gosta de esconder seus seios com a espuma do sabão para depois mordiscar eles, quando a água escorrer e tirar a espuma de cima deles.

Vocês saindo do banho juntos num só roupão, afinal dois corpos ocupam o mesmo espaço sim 😊

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"Honey, I'm going to prepare a bath for us"

He likes to cuddle under the water falling on your body while kissing

Bites to your neck and ear while fiddling with your wet hair

He likes to take care of you, soaping you calmly while kissing the back of your neck (if your back is turned) or your lips (when you are facing each other)

He likes it when you lather his back and then run your fingers from his shoulders to his waist

Prefers shower baths to bathtub baths

Moans in the ear as they caress each other

He likes to hide his breasts with soap foam and then nibble on them when the water drips off and take the foam off them.

You coming out of the shower together in one bathrobe, after all two bodies occupy the same space yesss 😊

San

"Não ouse entra no banho sem mim!" diz ele fingido estar brabinho.

Nos banhos de banheira, gosta de senta de frente pra você ficarem conversando enquanto ficam esfregando os pés no corpo um no outro

Você gosta quando ele aperta seu corpo em diferentes lugares com as mãos dele

Ele gosta de brincar que tem um sujeirinha no seu rosto pra poder coloca espuma nele

Ama quando você monta nele pra ele ensaboar seus seios e suas costas

O jeito como ele geme baixinho quando você beija os ombros dele, quando esfrega suas costas ou mexe no seu cabelo

Banhos rápidos de chuveiro viram uma eternidade com ele

As toalhas envolvendo o corpo de vocês são apenas pra sair do banheiro ir até a cama pra recomeçar.

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"Don't you dare, get in the bath without me!" he says, pretending to be angry.

In the bathtub baths, he likes to sit in front of you so you can talk while rubbing their feet on each other's bodies

You like it when he squeezes your body in different places with his hands

He likes to joke that he has a little dirt on his face so he can put foam on him

Love it when you ride him for him to lather your breasts and your back

The way he moans softly when you kiss his shoulders, rub his back, or touch his hair

Quick showers become an eternity with him

The towels wrapping your body are just to leave the bathroom go to the bed to start over.

Hongjoong

"Quer tomar um banho comigo, gata?"

Vai ligar a água e espera você tirar a roupa enquanto te observa, tira a camisa com facilidade mas fica todo tímido de tira a parte de baixo

Vai pedi pra você lava o cabelo dele só pra sentir sua mãos massageando o cabelo dele

Prefere os banhos de banheira pra ter tempo de brincar mais com seu corpo

Gosta da visão de você de joelhos na frente dele no chuveiro, mas talvez prefira de você gemendo quando ele te dedilha na banheira

Gosta dos arrepios que ele sente quando você passa as unhas nas costas deles

Gosta de ser intenso nos banhos de chuveiro, mas nos de banheira gosta de deixar você comandar o ritmo

Vai pegar os roupões pra vocês e o seu creme pro corpo que ele sempre se voluntaria pra passa depois.

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"Do you want to take a shower with me, babe?"

He goes to turn on the water and waits for you to take off his clothes while he watches you, he takes off his shirt easily but he gets all shy of taking off the bottom

Go ask you to wash his hair just to feel your hands massaging his hair

He prefers the baths in the bathtub to have time to play more with his body

He likes the sight of you kneeling in front of him in the shower, but maybe he'd rather you moaning when he fingers you in the bathtub

Likes the goosebumps he gets when you run your nails over their backs

Likes to be intense in showers, but in bathtubs likes to let you command the pace

He will get the robes for you and his body cream that he always volunteers to pass later.

Yunho

Quando você fala em banho, ele parece um gato todo manhoso querendo que você peça pra ele ir com você

Tem vergonha para entrar no banho com você, mas depois não quer mais sair

Prefere banhos de banheira, a sensação do seu corpo sobre o dele, deixa ele contente e animado

Quando está no chuveiro, gosta de manter você sempre perto dele, tem prazer em te ensaboar

Gosta quando você dá prazer pra ele no banho, enquanto ele fica passando as mãos pelo seu rosto e dizendo que você é tão boa pra ele

Gosta de te colocar contra a parede, de segurar você pelo pescoço de costas pra eles enquanto ele te dedilha ou te dá prazer de outras formas

Ele gosta quando os dedos dele ficam murchos e o motivo não é o tempo embaixo do chuveiro

Gosta de sair abraçadinho com você de roupão e ir já secar seu cabelo, escolher a roupa de casal que vocês vão vestir depois.

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When you talk about bathing, he sounds like a sly cat wanting you to ask him to come with you

He's ashamed to get in the shower with you, but then he doesn't want to leave anymore

Prefers bathtubs, the feeling of your body on his, makes him happy and excited

When he's in the shower, he likes to keep you always close to him, he takes pleasure in soaping you

When he's in the shower, he likes to keep you always close to him, he takes pleasure in soaping you

He likes it when you pleasure him in the shower, while he runs his hands over your face and tells him that you are so good to him

He likes to put you against the wall, to hold you by the neck with your back to them while he fingers you or gives you pleasure in other ways

He likes it when his fingers get deflated and the reason isn't the time under the shower

He likes to go out cuddling with you in a bathrobe and go dry your hair, choose the couple outfit that you will wear later.

Jongho

"Querida, e se a gente fosse tomar um banho juntos?!"

Gosta mais de banhos de chuveiros, prefere deixar os banhos de banheira para ocasiões especiais

Gosta quando você convida ele pra toma banho mesmo quando já tomou

Fica meio tímido de tirar a roupa pra você, mas não resiste a dar uma palmada na sua bunda ao ver ela nua

Gosta de aperta seu corpo e te segurar firme perto do corpo dele, mas morde os lábios e ri sempre que você aperta a bunda dele

A velocidade dele aumentando ao ouvir você gemer e gritar o nome dele dentro do box

Beijos intensos embaixo do chuveiro com as mãos dele segurando sua cintura a suas mãos segurando as costas dele

Vai busca os roupões de vocês e te ajudar a secar o corpo enquanto fala que vocês são o casal mais cheiroso do mundo.

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"Honey, what if we were to take a shower together?!"

He likes showers more, prefers to leave bathtubs for special occasions

He likes it when you invite him to take a shower even when he has already taken it

He is a little shy to take off his clothes for you, but he can't resist slapping her ass when he sees her naked

He likes to squeeze his body and hold you tight close to his body, but he bites his lips and laughs whenever you squeeze his ass

His speed increasing as he hears you moan and scream his name inside the box

Intense kisses under the shower with his hands holding your waist and your hands holding his back

Go get your robes and help you dry your body while saying that you are the most fragrant couple in the world.

Wooyoung

"Você tá tomando banho?" diz ele abrindo a porta do banheiro, e logo em seguida vai dizer "posso entra? Posso né! Estou entrando!" diz ele já tirando a roupa.

Vai fica olhando pra você nua e fica fazendo "Wow" e sorrindo

Gosta de ensaboar seu corpo com calma, enquanto fica cheirando seu cabelo e dando beijinhos pelo seu corpo

Fica meio tímido e dando risos bobos quando você ensaboa ele, mas gosta quando você dá prazer pra ele principalmente se junto com isso você ficar dando beijos na nuca dele e falando coisas no ouvido dele

Tanto faz banho de chuveiro ou de banheira, ele vai te fazer gemer e ficar com você embaixo da água por um longo tempo

Gosta de brincar com seus seios ao longo do banho, a língua dele gosta de seguir o curso da água pelo seu corpo

Quase sempre saem nus do banho, sempre levando uma toalha que vai servir pra seca vocês juntos depois.

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"Are you taking a shower?" he says, opening the bathroom door, and then goes on to say "can I come in? I can, right! I'm coming in!", he says, already taking off his clothes.

He'll stare at you naked and he'll be doing "Wow" and smiling

He likes to soap her body calmly, while she sniffs her hair and kisses her body

He gets a little shy and laughing silly when you soap him, but he likes it when you pleasure him especially if along with that you keep kissing him on the back of his head and saying things in his ear

Whether it's a shower or a bathtub, it will make you moan and stay with you underwater for a long time

He likes to play with his breasts throughout the bath, his tongue likes to follow the course of the water through his body

They almost always come out of the shower naked, always taking a towel that will serve to dry you together later.

[midnightstarsthings]

Analise de teoria de The Kid at the back/Theory analysis of The kid at a back .

Game Created by: @fantasia-kitt

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While I was taking a look at the author's FAQ answers about the game, it was shown and theorized by the game's fandom that perhaps Sol and MC were together in a past life but, as in all of Edgar Allan Poe's works, she dies.

And about the Annabel Lee synopsis that I ended up taking a look at, the poem's narrator describes his love for Annabel Lee, which began many years before, in a "kingdom by the sea". Although they were young, their mutual love burned with such intensity that the angels became envious. It is for this reason that the narrator believes that the seraphim caused her death. Even then, their love is strong enough that it extends beyond the grave and the narrator believes that their two souls are still intertwined. Each night, he dreams of Annabel Lee and sees her eyes twinkle in the stars. Each night he lies beside her in her tomb by the sea

And looking at the whole poem, it focuses on an ideal love that is exceptionally strong. In fact, the narrator's actions show that he not only loves Annabel Lee, but he adores her, something he can only do after her death.

Something that we seem to be seeing here in the game.

And as already said, Solivan is a lover of the works of Edgar Allan Poe (the poem about the crow is a bit tense for me because of a bird) but there is a catch that is, for me, a coincidence...

In all of the author's works, the same element that was Edgar Allan Poe's favorite theme is always referenced and used:

The death of a beautiful woman.

This element was well used in the altar's works. And one thing that makes me believe that besides Solivan is perhaps delusional about the things he says to himself... perhaps the theory that he and Mc in a past life were together might be coherent in parts (since the boy is possibly delusional) And unlike the poem "The Raven", in which the narrator believes that he will *"never"* be reunited with his beloved again...

"Annabel Lee" says the two will be together again, as not even demons "can ever separate" their souls.

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Enquanto eu dava uma olhada em respostas de FAQ's da autora sobre o jogo, foi mostrado e teorizado pela fandom do jogo que talvez sol e mc ja estiveram juntos em uma vida passada porem, como em toda obra de Edgar Allan Poe, ela morre.

E sobre a sipnose de Annabel lee que eu acabei dando uma olhada, o narrador do poema descreve seu amor por Annabel Lee, que começou muitos anos antes, num "reino junto ao mar". Embora eles fossem jovens, o amor mútuo queimou com tal intensidade que os anjos se tornaram invejosos. É por essa razão que o narrador acredita que o serafim causou sua morte. Mesmo então, seu amor é forte o suficiente que estende além da sepultura e o narrador acredita que suas duas almas ainda estão entrelaçadas. Cada noite, ele sonha com Annabel Lee e vê o brilho de seus olhos nas estrelas. Cada noite ele se deita ao lado dela em sua tumba ao pé do mar.

E vendo o poema todo, ele foca em um amor ideal que é excepcionalmente forte. Em fato, as ações do narrador mostram que ele não apenas ama Annabel Lee, mas ele adora ela, algo que ele pode apenas fazer após sua morte.

Coisa que parece que estamos vendo aqui no jogo.

E como ja disse tambem, solivan e amante das obras de Edgar Allan Poe(o poema do corvo e um tanto tenso pra mim por causa de um passaro) so que tem um porem que e pra mim uma coecidencia...

Em todas as obras do autor, e sempre referenciado e usado o mesmo elemento que era o tema favorito de Edgar Allan Poe..:

A morte de uma linda mulher.

Esse elemento era bem usado nas obras do autor, uma coisa que me faz acreditar que alem so solivan talvez estar delirando sobre as coisas que diz pra si mesmo... talvez a teoria de que ele e mc em vida passada terem ficado juntos talvez seja coerente em partes(ja que possivelmente o garoto ta delirando)

E que ao contrário de do poema "The Raven", em qual o narrador acredita que ele "nunca mais" irá se reunir com sua amada novamente...

Em "Annabel Lee" diz que os dois irão estar juntos novamente, como nem mesmo demônios "podem nunca separar" suas almas..

[8thekat]

Seventh Soul - 63

So little update to Dee's name - She is now Diz :3 Someone on DeviantArt named "Midnight Heir" said another name for Drunk Bunny was "Dizzy Bunny" and I really really liked the name "Dizzy" or "Diz" way more than "Dee", and since "Dee" was only named in 1 page, I figured now was a good time as any to commit to the change.

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break up songs - LSDLN CAST x Fem! Reader

a/n: opaa! vamos pra um post meio sappy pra aquecer nesses dias frios (com as lágrimas)

summary ★: os seus fãs mal podiam esperar para suas músicas pós termino com seu namorado, e elas foram mais emotivas do que o esperado.

warnings: lágrimas

( INSTAGRAM POST — ENZO, 2024)

ivy - frank ocean.

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seuuser Algumas fotos do último dia de gravações do clipe de ''Ivy'', tivemos a sorte de capturar esse céu lindo. Muito obrigada pela recepção incrível de todos. gratidão é apenas um pequeno sentimento perto de tudo aquilo que eu tenho em mim.

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user8 AINDA CHORANDO COM ESSA MÚSICA

lsdlnupdates eu vou pegar o enzo na porrada!!!!!!!!

user82 já agradeceram por nascer no mesmo tempo que a sn???

user62 "if i could see throught walls i could see you're faking'' FALA MESMO aquele homem não é feliz sem você!!!!

snwifey como pode esse termino ainda acabar com a minha raça mesmo eu nem conhecendo os dois pessoalmente

blaspolidorii que musicão!! você é uma gênia. privilégio poder te conhecer e escutar o que você escreve.

Você e o enzo se conheceram em uma peça de teatro durante o seu curso de cinema. Seu único trabalho era que filmar os bastidores da peça no maior teatro de montevideu para concluir o seu curso com a maior média da turma, não estava nos seus planos conhecer um ator charmoso e engraçado durante o processo.

O relacionamento de vocês foi um dos mais felizes e invejados por todos os colegas que rodeavam. Madrugadas mal dormidas, assentos na primeira fileira de todas as noites no Teatro Solis, piadas internas jogadas durante conversas públicas, era tudo que você poderia pedir a alguém.

Até que a 2 meses vocês se pegaram em uma discussão um tanto quanto calorosa. Não foi uma distância enquanto ele filmava na montanha, não foi o fato de Enzo ser um ator de método que se afundou naquele projeto, isso pouco lhe importava ou prejudicava quem vocês eram.. Mas foi uma discussão besta sobre ''não somos mais crianças'' que acabou com tudo. 6 anos de relacionamento.

Mesmo que para você tivesse passado pouco tempo para engatar em um novo amor, ele não pensava igual.

''Enzo Vogrincic divulga romance com Sofi Lara, também atriz e parceira de cena em La Sociedad De La Nieve''

enzo: não é bem assim que você tá pensando.. a gente não se conversou até quando eu terminei com você

enzo: não fique chateada.

enzo: eu ainda sinto sua falta, sabe, nós eramos muito amigos.

''Ivy'' se tornou música para a trilha sonora de um dos filmes mais populares do ano, ''Kind of Kindness''. O diretor Yorgos Lanthimos tinha um grande apreço pela sua obra e então quando o convite/pedido chegou em seu inbox a resposta não poderia ser diferente de sim.

Essa conexão tornou possível que você se aproximasse do ator britânico Joe Alwyn.

Alwyn te convidou para andar ao aldo delo no red carpet do Oscar e a comoção foi instantânea quando você, saindo do olhas dos paparazzi, trombou com seu ex namorado, agora sozinho.

''Você está linda'' Enzo diz, beijando sua mão.

''Obrigada.'' É apenas isso que você responde. E foi como uma faca no coração dele.

( INSTAGRAM POST — PIPE, 2024)

things i wish you said - sabrina carpenter

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seuuser Tudo que eu mais queria era.... um videoclipe com matiasrecalt disponível agora! E ele está entre nós! Muito obrigada a todo o apoio por essa caminhada, escrevi essa durante a tour (que volta em 2 semanas) e mal via a hora de ser de vocês <3

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matiasrecalt você tentando fugir do fato de quem toca a guitarra sou eu!!

user4 acho lindo o apreço que os amigos do pipe tem por ela

pipedetails tomara que não seja sobre o pipe, que não seja sobre o pipe por favorrrrrrr

➜ user827 infelizmente acho que a segunda torre foi atingida.. eles se deram unfollow...

user42 ''I'm sorry that I pulled the It's not you, it's me'' O QUE ELE FEZ COM NOSSA MENINA.....

user82 ''That I can't even stomach lovin' somebody else'' ME MATEM AGORA

snicantsend ''I waste my time, I waste my life on idiotic things Like things you never said, things you'll never say to me'' meu deus esse homem na cadeia agora.

Os 10 meses divindo uma cama, sentando na areia de diversos países da américa latina e assistindo o por do sol não significavam para Felipe o mesmo tanto que significava para você.

Vocês nunca discutiam, tudo andava perfeitamente bem.. ou pelo menos ele fingia bem o suficiente para que você nunca desconfiasse propriamente de nada.

''Não é você, sou eu.. eu sou novo demais pra viver acorrentado em alguém!'' Ele disse em uma ligação que durou aproximadamente 2 minutos, com frieza e indiferença.

O golpe foi como uma faca em seu peito sendo enfiada e retirada enquanto a navalha afiada roda, acabando ainda mais com a seu sorriso e felicidade. É claro que o Pipe era carinhoso e romantico, ele escrevia diversas cartas declarando e jurando amor eterno, terminar por telefone era tão fora de personagem pra ele.

Os dias que seguiram o termino foram os mais difíceias da sua vida, os shows sem parar pelo menos serviam de uma distração, ver as pessoas sorrir enquanto você estava lá era como um gás no meio de todo o caos. Até que o momento que vocês mais esperaram juntos chegaram: 2 semanas de férias.

O combinado era claro, seriam 2 semanas na casa da família dele na Argentina, as passagens estavam compradas e o destino era aquele a mais ou menos 3 meses. Você sequer teve coragem de cancelar as passagens, parecia que no fundo ele ainda ia voltar e dizer ''eu não consigo pensar sequer no fato de amar outra pessoa sem ser você'', mas os dias passavam, horas voavam, e Felipe estava longe de voltar.

''Você pode ficar aqui tranquilo, sabe que nunca incomoda'' Matias disse quando suas malas atravessaram o corredor do apartamento. Ele sabia que no fundo você esperava um pedido de perdão do seu ex namorado, por isso a passagem de avião nunca foi reembolsada.

5 dias dentro da viagem você toma coragem de cantar a música que havia escrito para seu melhor amigo. Recalt sorriu a cada acorde tocado. ''Eu quero fazer parte do clipe, só pra avisar''

''Não teria como fazer sem você''

( INSTAGRAM POST — SIMON, 2024)

the one that got away - katy perry

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seuuser passei pelos 7 estágios do luto enquanto gravava a primeira faixa do meu próximo álbum ''the cicle of life''!!!!! mas definitivamente valeu a pena (me garantiu horas extendidas de terapia <3)

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carlitosalcarazz no llores hermosa 😎😎😎😁😁

➜ user131 meu sonho a sn dar uma chance pra #ele

user34 ''in another life i would be your girl'' VOLTE AGORA SIMON

princesasn isso é um #caos olha o pipe nos likesss

simonhempe 👏👏👏

➜ sndiosas ESSE CARA É MALUCO

➜ simonupdates CARA COMO VOCÊ ME FAZ ISSO????

Era uma tarde de novembro quando você se reconectou com seu melhor amigo do ensino médio. Foram no mínimo 5 horas conversando interruptamente sobre tatuagens e planos pro futuro, Simon agora era um ator reconhecido por algumas pessoas e isso te enchia de orgulho.

A noite caia na argentina e o convite inesperado de ''dorme aqui meu amor'' saiu da boca do moreno que sentava na sua frente tomando mais um gole do whisky barato que vocês amavam compartilhar nos dias da escola.

''Se você insiste''. E depois daquele dia tudo que seguiu foi história, as noites viradas cantando no karaokê para todos os vizinhos apreciarem, até mesmo as brigas de vocês acabavam com um consenso e um sexo de conciliação.

Mas o tempo foi passando, as pessoas foram mudando e assim como a amizade havia perdido o sentido na escola, o relacionamento de vocês se perdeu conforme os dias se acumularam, a distância por conta do trabalho se tornou indiferente para ambos.

O término foi mútuo, não fazia sentido empurrar uma coisa boa até ela se transformar em uma coisa ruim. Simon ainda era o cara que você mais amou na vida, nada mudaria isso, mas talvez não fosse pra ser.. não agora e as vezes nem nunca.

Quando ele ouviu dizer que seu próximo single seria sobre o termino de vocês, não teve dúvida que aquela se tornaria a música preferida dele, afinal, ele sempre sonhou em ser sua musa inspiradora, uma pena que teve que ser desse jeito.

''alexa, toca the one that got away'' era o que ele dizia toda vez que precisava de uma música para aumentar a energia.

( INSTAGRAM POST — BLAS, 2024)

supercut - lorde

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seuuser supercut nasceu! arrasta até o último pra ver a dupla mais linda do mundo (eu e pau) dançando a primeira demo!!! dellagustin12 sua namorada é minha, beijos.

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user333 eu amo que ela continua próxima do cast mesmo depois do termino

snplays sn: In my head, I do everything right e eu: 💃💃💃💃😭😭😭

snmusic eu to processando essa ainda... que saudade do blas

blasprince deus traga minha família de volta 😥😥

user273 NUNCA VI UMA MUSICA DEPRESSIVA TÃO CANTANTE

user76 IN YOU CAR THE RADIO UP!!!!!!!!!!!!

dellagustin12 a namorada é minha sua maluca????

Pode-se dizer que o fim do namoro de um ano e meio tenha sido sua culpa, talvez se você tivesse sido mais compreensiva com as viagens de trabalho, se você tivesse aceitado o espaço e o tempo que ele precisava.. as coisas não iriam terminar assim.

Você se culpa todos os dias, se pudesse teria voltado no tempo e jamais teria começado aquela briga que findou a relação de vocês. O motivo era besta: ''Por que você não fica em casa hoje?'' (você sabia muito bem que era a estreia da peça do enzo) ''É importante pra ele, toda vez que é importante pra alguém você me pede pra ficar em casa''.

Era parcialmente verdade, o ciúmes muitas vezes foi o seu maior defeito, a insegurança corroia sua entranhas e a vontade de enlouquecer quando ele saia sem você nunca foi um motiv para se orgulhar, mas parecia inevitável.

''Eu não consigo mais lidar com você, me desculpa'' As lágrimas correram no rosto com pintinhas do seu agora ex namorado, o vazio e a realização que você tinha conseguido estragar tudo começou a te consumir naquele mesmo instante.

Se arrependimento matasse, com toda certeza naquele momento seu obtuário estaria sendo preparado.

''Se eu pudesse eu faria tudo diferente, acho que eu repito mil vezes as cena na minha cabeça e tento arrumar tudo, é uma tentativa inútil e frustrada.'' O soluçar era perceptível por Della, que do outro lado da linha apenas pensava no que ele poderia dizer para ajudar a melhor amiga.

'''Escreve isso, acho que vai ser um sucesso''.

( INSTAGRAM POST — KUKU, 2024)

somebody else - the 1975

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seuuser a filmagem foi um caos mas eu faria tudo outra vez. muito obrigada sofiacoppola pela direção impecável nesse trabalho, um sonho realizado! somebody else disponível agora.

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matiasrecalt quantos agiotas você ta devendo pra ter a sofia coppola no seu clipe??

user61 I DONT WANT YOUR BODY BUT I HATE TO THINK ABOUT YOU WITH SOMEBODY ELSE???? QUE SITUATIONSHIP É ESSA?????

snupdates por que eu sinto que perdemos um capítulo???

user3 eu acho que esse álbum vai ser uma carta aberta pro cara do soft launch

user000 quer dizer que voltamos a era solteira?????

user81 não sei se rio ou se choro com essa música

kuku.esteban 🤗🤗 musicão!!

Você era 5 anos mais nova que Esteban, talvez esse seja o maior motivo pelo qual você nunca tenha postado sobre o relacionamento de dois anos que vocês tinham.

Não era bem um namoro fechado, ou algo muito sério, a diferença de idade abalava sua confiança e kuku não se sentia preparado para as possível milhares de perguntas que poderiam vir, por mais que ele te amasse.

''Ficar sério'' era um rótulo besta, principalmente se tratando de dois adultos que já viviam suas próprias vidas com contas para pagar, tudo entre vocês era um pouco confuso, mas era bom como era. Os acordos de fidelidade eram subtendidos e por mais que nenhum de vocês confesasse, já era algo sério.

Porém, chegou em um ponto que apenas estar ali não era suficiente, esteban queria estabilizar o que vocês tinham, ele agora mal se importava com o que viriam a dizer, a idade chegava e alertava ele cada vez com uma luz vermelha maior que esse era o momento de parar, casar e ter filhos.

Você compartilhava o desejo dele, mas no fundo, não se achava pronta o suficiente para ser mãe ou parar a sua carreira que estava crescendo agora e por isso, vocês se separaram.

Continuaram uma amizade, principalmente por que Matías era o seu melhor amigo e ele sempre fazia questão de te incluir em tudo que envolvia uma saída entre amigos, a convivência com Esteban sempre foi amigável, até que...

Ele chegou na festa com outra mulher.

Ela era mais velha, mais séria, eles não precisavam se esconder ou sair no meio da festa para ir no banheiro se beijar, eles podiam fazer isso na roda sem ser desconfortável.

Você não queria ele de volta, mas odiava imaginar que aquela mulher iria viver a vida que deveria ser sua.

( INSTAGRAM POST — MATÍAS, 2024)

cherry - harry styles

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seuuser ''fine line'' está disponível, mas eu não poderia deixar de fora a música mais importante que eu já escrevi: ''cherry'' entra no deluxe que sai hoje àas 00hrs!

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lsdlnupdates O MATIAS TA CURTINDO PQ

snmatias se nem ela superou quem sou eu...

songsforsn DONT YOU CALL HER WHAT YOU USED TO CALL ME foi ai que eu assinei o obtuário

user719 ela assumindo que sente falta do ex.. sinal pra mandar mensagem

user91 eu sinto que depois dessa declaração o termino da malena com o matias ta vindo de jato

user283 NOSSA MENINA REAGIU E ELA VAI PEGAR ELE DE VOLTA

lasbrazukas o clipe ta tão snmatias... voltem...

Ter conhecido Matias pra você significava que havia tirado uma sorte grande, nada nesse mundo te alegrava mais do que estar lado a lado com ele.

Após um simples esqueiro emprestado tudo na sua vida regia de acordo com a música que ele escrevia, e poderia dizer o mesmo dele: totalmente apaixonado e maluco por você, com apenas um olhar vocês se reconheciam, independente da distância no ambiente, e isso foi se tornando um hábito,

Três meses se transformaram em três anos, as roupas que antes você achava horríveis agora se tornaram parte do seu guarda roupa, os amigos do Matías eram seu amigose todas as suas realidades foram entrelaçando lentamente.

Até Malena chegar.

Ela era o oposto de você, ele jamais olharia para ela em situações normais, mas eram dias difíceis, vocês não se encontravam por no mínimo quatro meses devido a turnê que você estava abrindo, o espaço entre vocês foi apenas um pretexto pro fim, nenhum dos dois achava que se entendia mais (o que não era verdade).

Vocês tiveram um término mútuo, mas doida tanto ver ele com outra pessoa. Todos sabiam que Matias e Sn andavam juntos, colados, não existia um sem o outro, não existia felicidade sem fazer piada com o sotaque do outro.

As evitadas de se encontrar era um acordo não verbal entre vocês, você ainda era amiga dos amigos dele, mas dessa vez fazia de tudo para evitar um encontro constrangedor com se ex e a atual dele, até que um dia foi inevitável.

Enzo era um dos amigos mais próximos de vocês, ele te tratava como uma irmã, o convite de aniversário dele era irrecusável, mesmo que isso significasse encontrar com matias e malena.

Você via ele ali e sabia que nunca esteve tão feliz, talvez aquilo fosse o que mais te matava, que ele estava feliz sem você e você não conseguia ver um mundo onde era feliz sem ele.

Quando ''cherry'' saiu e o público basicamente acolheu a música a tornando o seu maior sucesso o seu ex namorado fez a questão de te enviar uma mensagem.

matias: o álbum todo é lindo, muito obrigada.

matias: sempre quis ser sua musa

matias: também sinto sua falta, não sou feliz sem você, se é o que você acha.

matias: e eu terminei com ela

( INSTAGRAM POST — DELLA CORTE, 2024)

how did it end - taylor swift

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seuuser você sabia? durante a jornada intensa de escrever ''how did it end'' foram mais de 40 horas de terapia!

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landonorris it's happening again!!! te amo

pipegonotano acho que vou chorar no banho

user333 ai uma ponte não pode doer tanto, a ponte em questão: toda de how did it end

snupdates o fato de que isso é pro agus,,, acho que vou me matar

user76 isso não é justo 🤣 eles iam casar 🤣🤣

Por aproximadamente 7 anos o relacionamento com Agustin se perdurou, por pelo menos 1 ano você implorava (indiretamente) pro relacionamento passar de namoro para no mínimo um noivado.

Mas as preces e pedidos nunca foram suficientes, o tempo foi desgastando a convivência, a insatisfazão foi engolindo vocês e todos os resquícios de felicidade que sobravam, até que a dor se tornou insuportável.

Você pegou as suas coisas, escreveu um bilhete e saiu do apartamento, o final que você recebeu não era aquele esperado, mas se não fosse esse rompimento, o ciclo seria doloroso até o fim.

''Muito obrigada pela companhia, amor, carinho por todos esses anos, eu só não acho que seja possível ficar ao lado de alguém que não vê a possibilidade de se casar comigo.''

Agustin queria casar com você, só não sabia quando, ele não sabia nem se estava pronto pra tamanho comprometimento. A verdade é que de tanto que vocês viviam colados e juntos, casar nunca foi um ponto importante pra ele como era pra você.

Ele jamais imaginaria que isso significava tanto, um matrimônio, um papel idiota.. como você dava tanto valor a coisas que poderiam ser rasgadas?

Por te subestimar, aquele acabou sendo o fim, nem você sabia como dizer tchau e ele não aceitava aquele adeus, mas nenhuma das tentativas de te contatar funcionavam, o orgulho impedia que ele seguisse em frente com os planos.

Nenhum dos dois sabe dizer como acabou, você ainda esperava uma mensagem mesmo 2 meses depois e ele ainda esperava um sinal seu, uma ponte aberta. A realidade da separação não fazia bem para nenhum dos dois, mas ninguém tinha coragem o suficiente para assumir.

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Maximus: The Golden Mascot (part 1)

The mascot contest.

The locker room was well noisy, lads jokin’ and shovin’ each other like usual. Grayden stood right in the middle of it all, all confident-like in his spotless gold soccer kit. His platinum blond hair was sharp, and his square jaw looked like it was carved outta stone or somethin’. He clapped his hands together, cuttin’ through the noise.

“All right, boys, listen up!” he said, grinning like he already had us in his pocket. “We’re holding Mascot Tryouts today! It’s time to see who’s got the spirit to represent the Gold Army.”

A few lads mumbled, but no one stepped up. Most just kept lookin’ anywhere but at Grayden. My stomach twisted a bit as the room went quiet. Like, I didn’t care about no mascot gig—it ain’t what I’m about. I’m a player, right? Right fullback, Number 70. Proper defender. Mascots are cool and all, but that ain’t me.

Grayden looked ‘round, eyes sharp as a razor, then landed right on me. My chest puffed up instinctively. “C’mon, Maximus,” he said, his voice smooth like butter. “The team needs someone to step up. Show the bros how it’s done.”

I blinked. “Oi, nah, bruv, I’m just here to play, innit? Not prancin’ round like some cartoon.”

His smile didn’t even flinch. He walked up, standing proper close. “The lads look up to you, Maximus. You’re always bangin’ on about loyalty, about doin’ what’s best for the team. So what’s stoppin’ you now? Or is Number 70 scared of a little fun?”

That hit me right in the pride. “Bruv, I ain’t scared of nuffin’, yeah?” I said, standin’ up straight. “If it’s for the team, I’ll do it. But don’t think, lyk, I iz enjoyin’ it or nuffin’.”

Grayden clapped me on the shoulder, his grin widening. “That’s the spirit.”

The Initial Suit-Up

He took me into this side room, and there it was—the mascot suit. Big and shiny, set up on a mannequin like it was somethin’ sacred. The gold lycra clung tight to fake muscles, all bulgin’ and over-the-top. The rubbery armor on top gleamed under the lights, lookin’ mad futuristic. And the helmet? Massive, with this blank golden visor that made it look almost alive.

The smell hit me before I got close—thick, rubbery, with a weird musky undertone. “Oi, bruh, what’s that smell?” I said, scrunchin’ up my nose. “Lyk... smellz sweaty, innit?”

Grayden smirked, leanin’ back with his arms crossed. “That’s the scent of dedication, Maximus. You’ll feel it once you’re in.”

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, yeah, dedication or whatever.” But when I touched the suit, it felt... good. Soft and stretchy but strong, like it was meant to hold me tight.

The lycra suit went on first, sliding over my skin like it was alive. It clung to every muscle, makin’ me look ripped in ways even hours at the gym couldn’t. “Oi, datz tight, bruv,” I muttered, runnin’ my hands down my chest. “Lyk... propa showin’ me off, yeah?”

Grayden just smiled and started strappin’ the foam armor onto me. Each piece locked into place with a satisfying click. By the time he was done, I looked like some golden superhero. The weight, the snug fit, even the musky smell—everything about it felt... right. I flexed a bit, smirkin’ at myself in the mirror.

“Alright, Maximus,” Grayden said, his voice almost teasing. “Time to show the lads.”

Reluctance and Longing

The locker room went mental as I strutted in. Lads were cheerin’, whistlin’, even takin’ pictures. I lapped it up, flexin’ and posin’ like I was showin’ off a trophy. “Yeah, you like that, don’t ya?” I said, grinnin’ like a loon. “Bet none o’ you look diz gud in shiny gold, huh?”

But underneath all the showin’ off, I felt... I dunno. Strong. Important. Like I wasn’t just Maximus, Number 70—I was somethin’ bigger, somethin’ for the team.

When Grayden told me to take it off, my stomach dropped a bit. “Oi, d’you reckon I could, lyk, keep it on a bit longer?” I asked, tryin’ to sound casual. “Feelz gud, lyk, real nice, u no.”

“Not yet,” Grayden said, givin’ me that annoyingly calm smile. “You’ve had your fun.”

I let him help me out of the suit, but it felt... wrong, leavin’ it behind. That night, I couldn’t sleep. The smell, the feel, the way it made me feel like a bloody legend—it was all stuck in my head, spinnin’ round and round.

The Return to Grayden

I couldn’t take it anymore. I tossed and turned in bed, my sheets tangled around my legs as that bloody suit haunted my thoughts. The way it hugged me so tight, the musky smell of it, the way it made me feel like I was somethin’ bigger than just a defender... I couldn’t stop thinkin’ about it. My chest felt tight, my stomach churnin’ with somethin’ I couldn’t explain.

Finally, I threw off the covers and stormed out of my room. My feet practically carried me on their own to Grayden’s quarters, and before I could even think twice, I was bangin’ on his door like a man possessed.

Grayden opened it a moment later, lookin’ like he’d just been waitin’ for me. His platinum blond hair was still perfectly in place, even at this hour, and that smug grin of his was plastered across his face. “Maximus,” he said, leanin’ against the doorframe. “Couldn’t sleep, huh?”

I scratched the back of my neck, my ears burnin’. “Oi, listen, bruv,” I started, my words tumblin’ out all at once. “I just... I cunt stop thinkin’ ‘bout da suit, yeah? Lyk, I need to try it on again. Just fer a bit, lyk. It’s fer the team, u no? I just wanna feel it again.”

His grin widened, and he stepped aside. “Come on in,” he said, his voice smooth as butter. “I think I’ve got just the thing for you.”

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Thanks to @polo-drone-084 aka Grayden the Head mascot for inspiring that story. Ready to join the team? The Golden Army awaits. Contact one of our recruiters and take your place.  @brodygold @goldenherc9 @polo-drone-001"

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on the off chance that the -3 followers i have on this blog i barely use are curious, i am gonna be a day late on my update for my murder mystery fic, "murder off the coast of idiot island" bc of illness and also bc of who i am as a person ✌🏽