#playing dangerous blu shore

[monsterfuker3000]

Let’s Get in the Back of Your Cop Car, Officer ♡

You can ask me anything you want, anything, anything <3

More Leon brain rot for you my luvs!

Word count is 1.8k yummy

Warnings: NSFW, mean!dom!(?)Leon, a smidgie of degradation (I think he says ‘whore’), p in v sex, rough sex, unprotected sex (DO NOT DO THAT,) handcuffs, idk dubcon for a sec? Leon checks in w/reader though!! Leon is a big big big meanie in this but I promise it’s only bc he’s soooo frustrated :( he gets softer at the end hehe. RE2 Leon because he is my pookie bear.

There is no way in hell the two of you are meeting quota today. Not when you’re spending your shift practically folded in the back of the squad car with Leon’s cock shoved so deep in you that you could swear it was hitting your lungs.

You’d been paired up with Leon today as an ‘exercise in getting along,’ as the higher-ups put it. Everyone at the station was sick of the back-and-forth between you and Leon. The two of you couldn’t be civil with each other to save your lives. You’d tease him, he’d boil over, you’d tease him for boiling over. It was a vicious cycle.

The two of you had been sent out on patrol on the edge of town to watch for speeding drivers. Everyone hoped a little forced proximity would force the two of you to reconcile your differences.

Good lord, were the two of you reconciling.

You weren’t exactly sure how you’d ended up in the back of the squad car with him; everything that happened from the moment he peeled off into the parking lot of a closed wayside and threw it in park had been fuzzy.

You’d been teasing him of course, talking about how he’d probably never had a girlfriend and you doubted he could make a girl cum even if his life depended on it. He was sick of hearing it. You laid under him in the backseat, unsure where your uniform pants had disappeared to. He was on all fours above you, effectively caging you in with his limbs.

He brought his face close to yours and growled. “I’m so fucking tired of hearing you run your mouth, especially when you have no idea what you’re talking about,” he ground out. He grabbed you by your waist and flipped you over on your stomach as you yelped in surprise. “God, I know it would fucking kill you to be proven wrong, wouldn’t it?”

You turned to look at him over his shoulder as he fought to undo his belt buckle. “What, you gonna fuck me? Think you’re gonna make me cum? I doubt it, Kennedy. We both know you get zero pussy.” He grabbed your hair and wrapped it tightly around his fist, pulling you up to him so he could whisper in your ear.

“I’m going to be the best lay you’ve ever had in your goddamn life.”

He let go of your hair and you landed back on your hands, but he quickly grabbed each of your wrists and cuffed them behind you before dropping you to damn near land right on your face. Did he seriously use his RPD cuffs on you? Your ass was still in the air and you gasped as you heard the sound of fabric tearing as he quite literally ripped your panties off.

“Relax, I’ll buy you some new ones,” he spat. He balled them in his fist and brought them just inches from your face. “I should shove these in your mouth to keep you quiet, but I’d really rather hear you scream when you cum around my cock.” The words went straight to your core and you could just barely see him stuff them in his pocket out of the corner of your eye.

He roughly shoved two fingers into you and curled them, making you cry out. He pumped them in and out at an unforgiving pace, and you could hear just how wet you’d gotten. “You hear that? That’s a much better sound than you constantly running your fucking mouth, hm? Tight little pussy keeps sucking me in, you want my cock?”

You moaned, the pace making you unable to form a coherent sentence. Leon pulled his fingers out and sharply slapped your ass, making you cry out again.

“What, nothing to say now? You run your mouth all fucking day but the second I ask you to answer me, you’ve got nothing to say. What’s that about, hm?” He was seriously pissing you off, now. “And look at this,” he said, dragging his finger through your slick that had pooled out onto the backseat. “You’re literally dripping like some kind of whore. You liked it that much?”

Before you could answer, Leon shoved his fingers in your mouth, making you taste yourself. You whined, doing your best to lick them clean before he pulled them out with a pop. “Now, answer me. You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes, Leon, please fuck me, I want it so bad!” you cried out.

“Aw, but you said I couldn’t ever make a girl cum,” he answered, mock pouting. No, you thought, please don’t stop now. You tried to press your hips back against him, whining when you couldn’t make contact. Fine.

“Please, Leon, please fuck me, I want it so bad, I’ll do anything, I swear!” you whined.

“Alright, baby, I’ll give you what you want,” you could hear the cruel sneer in his voice, even if you still couldn’t see him. You heard the rustle of fabric, assuming he was pushing down his pants and boxers, and you cried out in surprise when you felt the head of his cock run over your clit and catch on it. “Relax, baby, just getting my cock nice and wet for you,” he teased. You desperately wanted to see him.

As if he read your mind, he grabbed the chain connecting your handcuffs and yanked it toward him, pulling you upwards enough that you could turn your head and see what you were working with. Jesus.

“Is. . . Is it going to fit?” you asked. He laughed darkly.

“It’ll fit, darling.”

He pressed the head against your entrance, just a quarter of an inch or so in before pausing. His attitude did a one-eighty as he quietly spoke. “Hey, this okay? You can say no,” he urged. You shook your head almost too enthusiastically while trying to push your hips back into his. The dark smile returned to his face and he straightened. “Good.”

He pushed in, the almost ridiculous amount of slick leaking out of you making it much easier than you expected. He didn’t give you a chance to adjust before he started fucking you in earnest, using the chain between your cuffs to pull you into him with every thrust.

“Fuck, Leon, yes!” you cried. His balls slapped against your clit with every thrust, sending what felt like an electric shock through your body each time. Leon barely registered that you had even spoken, already lost in your pussy.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair again, once again using it to pull your back flush with his chest. He hooked his chin over your shoulder and spoke into your ear again.

“Why, hm?” he asked. You made a sound in the back of your throat that almost sounded like a question; it was all you could muster up. “Why don’t you ever. Shut. The. Fuck. Up?” he questioned, punctuating each word with a thrust so deep it hit your cervix hard, sending a deep ache through your entire abdomen and making you scream. You came, silently thanking God that Leon was holding you up as you gushed around him and down your thighs. You knew if he wasn’t then you would have fallen flat on your face.

He pulled out and you whined at the sudden empty feeling. He flipped you over onto your back, the cuffs now biting into the skin on your wrists and back, but you didn’t care. He entered you again, continuing the breakneck pace he’d set earlier.

“Every time you open that mouth it drives me crazy. You know that? Every time you mouth off at me I want to take my cock and shove it down that pretty throat of yours, that would shut you up,” he muttered. Huh? Where was this coming from?

“I’ve always wanted you so bad,” he continued. “From the first day you came in I wanted you. I’d have done anything for you, anything you asked. I’d walk barefoot across a mile of broken glass for you if that’s what you wanted from me. So why do you have to be so fucking mean?” he almost whined, finishing the sentence with another particularly hard thrust. What on Earth is he talking about? You weren’t sure if he even meant for you to hear this, he seemed almost hypnotized.

“Leon, look-fuck-look at me,” you demanded. He looked up at you, tearing his gaze away from where he’d been looking the whole time; the space where your bodies connected. He didn’t stop thrusting, may God strike him down if he ever did stop.

“Leon I-I tease you because-God-because I li-fuck, so deep-because I like you,” you finally managed to grind out. He paused. The two of you stared at each other for a moment, seeming to make a silent agreement to discuss this later. Leon had other things on his mind right now.

He fucked into you again, still at a grueling pace but now rolling his hips, brushing against your g-spot with every thrust and gripping your hips like he needed you to live.

You were already close, so the new angle made you cum again, practically painting his thighs with your slick, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer either. He looked at you pleadingly.

“W-where?” he muttered.

“Inside, please,” you whined.

Your pussy was still clenching around him from your orgasm and it sent him over the edge quickly. He spilled inside you, enough that some dripped out onto the seat, deep as he was. He spent a moment catching his breath before pulling out, flinching when you grimaced.

“I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” he questioned, sincere this time. He looked cute with his eyebrows furrowed in concern

You winced as you tried to close your legs. “Just a little s-sore is all,” you replied. Then you laughed. “Some bonding exercise, huh Leon?”

He laughed in return as he searched for something to clean you up with. “I think we’ve got some stuff to discuss,” he said as he found a stray napkin and began gently wiping at your thighs with it.

You took a deep breath as he did so, the napkin just a little too rough. Not much to be done about that. “True, but I’d like for you to uncuff me before we have a heart-to-heart,” you grinned.

Leon’s eyes flew open wide. “Fuck! I’m so sorry, I’d forgotten I’d done that. Give me just a second.” You laid there in the backseat, spacing out as he searched his pockets and his tactical belt. “Uh-oh,” he mumbled.

You tried to sit up. “Uh-oh? What’s ‘uh-oh?’ Uh-oh is literally never good.”

Leon flashed you that signature crooked grin, sheepish this time instead of amused. “I uh. . . I’m having a little trouble locating the key.”

BOY OH BOY THAT WAS SURE FUN

[girlbloggerdelrey]

Everybody knows that i'm a good girl officer ♡

[slaylorwhiff69xo]

everybody knows that i'm a good girl officer !! :3

[time-is-standing]

my top 10 songs from august

bit of an iregular one for this month. it's not the last day and I haven't stopped listening to music yet, but I'm moving in two days and I'm extremely busy, so here we go.

1. Overwhelmed by Ryan Mack Remix

this song describes the way I've been feeling lately perfectly. sadly, I'm in a very bad place mentally, constantly fighting my demons and ADHD isn't helping me with any of this.

2. hostage by Billie Eilish

this one somehow became the one that represents love the most for me. I know it's not intended to be a fun, happy little love song but it reminds me the strange ways I have and have been loved before. it is safe and comforts me.

3. Constellations by Jade LeMac

I've watched the first tiktok snippet of this song and have been waiting ever since. it's real special to me because I've been planning a tattoo for the last four years and I'm finally getting it next friday! (actually two tattoos, one of them is the Cassiopeia constellation, but more about this in a future post!)

4. Change my clothes by Dream & Alec Benjamin

been a huge fan of Alec since spring, 2019 & one of Dream's since autumn, 2019, so it was evident, that I'll like this song. I was so right, it is something real special, especially for me. I'm proud of them.

5. Drifting by NF

this month I made huge changes. I started to talk to my friends about the shit I'm going through, and at a party it slipped out of my mouth, that I've attempted suicide once before. this song helps me to cope with shit like this and makes me stronger every time I listen to it. and even though there are still loads that I can't talk about, I'm on my way to become something even more.

"It's not a secret, I'm a puzzle, got a lot of missin' pieces Underneath this strong persona I put on's a kid that's screamin"

6. Oliver Twist by ArrDee

some days are harder than others, and this song just helps me get out of bed on even the hardest ones. listening to this while I'm on my way in the city just makes everything so much easier. always puts a smile on my face!

7. I Miss The Rage by Majetso Mixer, Mario Judah

this is hyping me up real good. I am so productive when listening to this song. I can channel my inner (usually hiding) anger into productive shit. a real special one!

8. Mum by Luke Hemmings

"I'm so heavy, jump into my ocean. Can't you see me sinking? Love the fear of falling. Don't you know I'm too young? Won't you hear me calling you? Nothing hurts me now"

that's it. all of it. pure gold.❤︎

9. Playing Dangerous by Blu Shore

this is a random song, I accidentally put it on my playlist but it's so good, I can't stop listening to it. the storytelling-perspective is always a great choice for me.

10. @ my worst by blackbear

this one... it hurts real bad. some days I feel like I've became the thing I fear the most: the worst version of myself. I've been treated like shit for the biggest part of my life, and I'm afraid, I'll become toxic and I'll hurt people just like these people hurt me before... yep.

and because we had such a great month with so many new songs, I'll make a seperate post with the honorable mentions!

[the-winter-witcher]

Everybody knows I'm a good girl, Officer

No, I wouldn't do a thing like that, that's for sure

[theyslgirl]

underrated unreleased lana song <3

[marsdolls]

I want a red widow robe so bad

[pockcock]

Fuyu fuyu fuyu

oKAY SO

I haven't finished the chapter yet, but I have the into of the first chapter. So the synopsis would be police officer!reader x criminal!chifuyu trying to take Kisaki down and there's some yandere!naoto going on but not much... some noncon with kisaki or hanma maybe?? LOTS AND LOTS OF GUNPLAY AND ENEMIES TO LOVERS!! LOTS OF SMUT!

I HOPE YOU LIKE THE INTRO BABY!

A knock on the door. The ringing of the bell and your phone. The sun shining through your curtains; rays of sunshine falling onto your perfect features, licking every dip and curve. It hurt your eyes, the sun was a deadly laser after all.

You squinted your eyes in discomfort, slowly turning away from the window and the disturbing light. "Fuck..." The phone on the right side of your pillow was vibrating; as much as you like to ignore it, the name popping on your screen was insisting on wanting you to wake up. Naoto.

You buried your face into your pillow. It was a Saturday morning, not like painful Sundays where you had to deal with the cases of people who partied the other day and got overdosed. Or Fridays, the same things would happen then as well.

“Y/N, open the fucking door!”

You heard Naoto’s harsh voice as the knocking turned into bangings. You were sure that your neighbors were mad as hell at 11 fucking A.M.

You kicked the covers off of your body, the cold air of your apartment hit your body covered in only a simple tank top and silly cotton panties that has a ghost in the crotch area. You wrapped your arms around your body, rubbed your arms to get the heat back into your body. This was why you hated autumns. Too hot to sleep in cozy pajamas but too cold to be naked. Fucking weird weather.

“Y/N!”

“Stop banging!” You let out a groan in all your morning grumpiness. “I heard you, ‘m coming.”

When you opened the door, Naoto Tachibana was standing there, in front of your nosy old neighbor living right next to you, in his full glory. His hair was perfectly combed, his jeans were ironed. Naoto had an interesting smell on weekdays, mostly because of the gunpowder from the pistol he carried around, mixed with some of his fancy cologne. You were surprised when you saw that one Tom Ford bottle on his dresser next to an Armani one. How could he afford those with his simple police salary?

“I’ve been calling you since 10.” He walked in, completely ignoring your half-naked body in front of the door frame. “You’re sleeping like a fucking mummy.”

Rolling your eyes, a sigh left your puffy lips. “I slept at 5 A.M. What were you expecting?”

“Working on a case?” Only when he placed the plastic bag on your kitchen counter did you realize what he was carrying. “Knew it.”

You rubbed your eyes in discomfort. As much as you saw from the mirror on the wall of the corridor leading to the rooms of your apartment, your whole face was puffed up from lack of sleep. “Yeah, finished that Zombie case. It wasn’t that of a deal after all.” You walked into the kitchen after him, glancing at Naoto to see what he was doing. Crêpes? Pancakes? Omelets? “Took me 3 hours to solve.”

He chuckled. “Atta girl.”

“Fuck off.” You spat out. Your ass found the barstool in front of your counter, you folded one of your legs under you. “Wasn’t even that hard.”

You finally saw what he was making after he turned the oven on. He had a baking pan in his hands (you weren’t even sure where he got that from) and it was filled with a brownish liquid with some chocolate chips in it. Banana bread.

“I know you hate eating right after you wake up,” he said as he placed the pan in the oven. “So I thought making some banana bread would be good since you won’t wake up before this is done.”

“Thanks…” It wasn’t a sincere ‘thanks’ like the ones you usually gave to your local bakery guy. Or the pretty girl in the pharmacy after getting your birth control pills with some ibuprofen for the cold season.

“Alright!” After a painful minute, you got up, stretching yourself until you heard the cracking of your spine. “I’m going back to my bed. I still have a couple of dreams left.”

As you walked out of the kitchen, you heard rushing footsteps following behind you. Naoto had been to your apartment since you had a not-really-friends-but-the-benefit-part-is-good relationship. He was good at sex and that was all you needed. You needed some dick in your wet pussy, and unlike you, Naoto needed you.

You got under your covers again but unfortunately, it wasn’t as warm as it was before. You pulled yourself into a ball and buried your face under your covers.

“Scoot over.”

You groaned hearing his voice. “Don’t need no morning sex.”

He pulled your covers open. “Scoot over, Y/N. I’m not here to fuck.”

You let out a sigh, it was more like a muffled scream. “Leave me alone, Naoto.” You pulled your covers back onto your body. “I’m not in the mood for playing.”

“Me neither,” he said as he pulled your covers again but this time, he actually got under them with you. “I missed you.”

You hated this side of Naoto. Creepy, weirdly romantic and highly possessive unlike his usual stoic character. This Naoto would cuddle you after sex and hold you close while whispering weird romantic things into your ear like I won’t leave you or I love you so much, so much princess. Eugh, the weird pet names…

[sorikas]

Tagged by @wordsandcaffeine ✨✨

you can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. put your favorite playlist on shuffle and list the first ten songs, then tag ten people! no skipping

My “ON REPEAT” playlist

1. Thy Becoming Eternal- Behemoth

2. Kimdracula - Deftones

3.California Dreamin’ - The Mamas & The Papas

4. Playing Dangerous- Blu Shore (this one’s actually an unreleased Lana del Rey song )

5. Vegas - Doja Cat

6. My Own Summer (Shove It) - Deftones

7. The Dying Song ( Time to Sing) - Slipknot

8. O Father O Satan O Sun! - Behemoth

9. Tití Me Preguntó - Bad Bunny

10. Provenza - Karol G

I know my music taste is all over the place, kind of proud of it though lol

Ps. Thanks for the tag I love doing these ! ☺️

[gogomeaty]

Tagged by @witchy--mama, thank youuu 4 the tag

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Relationship status: single

Favorite Color: green has been my fav for so long but i also like brown and red

Favorite Food: milanesa with french fries or pasta idk how to say milanesa in english but is basically fried breaded meat idk but i love it, i also love apple pies, tuna with mayo and banana oatmeal shakes < these are my comfort foods

Song Stuck In My Head: playing dangerous by blu shore and everlong by foo fighters

Time: 11:11 pm

Dream Trip: any of the nordic countries, germany, greece or japan

Last Book Read: i think it was men without women by haruki murakami

Last Book I Enjoyed Reading: that one i just mention i haven't read a book since i was like in preparatoria

Last Book I Hated Reading: i didn't hate it but anne frank diary i tried many times to continue it and i could never do it so i never tried again lol

Favorite Thing To Cook/Bake: pancakes, i like them better when i do them so i always do the pancakes in my house for everyone

Favorite Spare Time Craft: digital art and edits like moodboards or funny vine recompilations idk if that counts im not a very crafty person irl tbh

Niche Dislike:… i don't understand the niche part but i hate when ppl eat with their mouth open

Opinion On Circuses: i like the aesthetic like clowncore and stuff like that but i don't like circuses, they were fun when i was a kid but if i go to the circus now i think i would get overstimulated

Tags: @all-hail-the-water-god, @trepanationgecko, @atomic-jellyfish, @dolly-macabre and anyone else who wants to do it too

i want to tag more ppl but im shy to do it lol

[mvttsvn]

Officer Daichi 😩

[hankwritten]

Maybe It's OK to Want This

Demoman/Soldier, 1k

Part of the DontNeedADiscord Pride Week, Day 3: Colors

He’d called me a “Red Devil” once, back when it was still a little true, when everything we said had a bit of heat in it. We were cautious then, not sure how far we were taking this, unclear on whether meeting up with the enemy once or twice counted as a transgression or not. Everything had an edge, not quite sincere, where the only thing allowed to be genuine was the gentle ribbing and the less than gentle scuffles.

It was always, “c’mon BLU, stay for another drink,” and, “not going to happen RED.” We didn’t even have the decency to call each other by our class titles, just RED and BLU, colors of our shirts and colors of our allegiances. It was sudden—blink and you’ll miss it—when each other’s real names started slipping out.

Blue didn’t even suit him. He was red-blooded inside and out, as much in the way he declared his patriotism as in his fire when he started spitting fighting words. No one else saw it the way I did, though. He was sullen in public, gruff, ‘grumpy’ even if Scout’s commentary was accurate to the general consensus, and people were always surprised when I could get him to laugh at the poker table. I was the outgoing one after all, bright and energetic, always there with a joke or a drink to bring my cheerless companion out of his burrow. No one else seemed to notice the placidity was just his state of neutrality, that it only took a bit of elbow grease for the paint to come right off.

And me? Well I was always shite at being Red in the soul.

I wasn’t even good at hiding it, though that didn’t matter much when no one cared to look. They were much happier with the boisterous drunk who at least got his job done, and I feared the day when someone wasn’t satisfied anymore and wanted to crack open the oyster’s shell, prying it apart until there was no coming back together again. No, I’d always been partial to the melancholic—the dark, the brooding, the stewing in your own self-hate until it’s all you have. But Soldier could change that. He never asked about the days when I suddenly didn’t want to do anything anymore, canceling plans last minute and trying to slink away into the depths of the mansion so I could drink myself into oblivion. Despite the boisterousness of him all, he wasn’t one for talking—instead, he’d hunt me down, on the battlefield or off, and sit by my side while I bawled my eye out. It was hard to thank him for that. It’d mean admitting it happened in the first place.

When our lives started bleeding together, when the names of our employers dropped from our vocabulary, I could feel it become dangerous. That this was more than skirting the letter of the law in the edges of our contracts, that it was sinking into something violet, plum colored ink seeping into the lines of a new agreement we’d penned ourselves.

I panicked. Not because I knew we’d crossed a line somewhere, but because I felt there was even more to come.

During a night in a smoky casino where it was hard to see the table in front of you, and Soldier was happy enough. The women that had joined us for the evening were most certainly lovely, and the blonde that had singled him out kept leaving him with a dopey grin on his face every time she whispered something in his ear. Money attracted here in the city of sin, and it was clear we were men with deep pockets even before we’d begun our lucky night. My own lassie was playing a different game all together; instead of being so bold as to sit in my lap, she would lean on my arm and only pay me half a mind, watching me out of the corner of her eye with a smirk on her black-painted lips.

The strap of her red cocktail dress slid down every now and again. I’d lift it back up, and she’d say, “thanks handsome,” while sipping from her martini.

I enjoyed those sorts of games. The dance of trading suggestive comments is a lost art—by the time I’d asked if she was spending the night anywhere, Soldier and his date had long since disappeared.

It was a nice distraction. When I knocked on the door of our interconnecting rooms the next morning, I felt better than I had in ages. Reaffirmed.

It didn’t last. I could feel him—feel us—still bleeding into one another, getting further and further from when exchanged jibes over ribs and a few beers. It wasn’t okay how much I enjoyed it. It wasn’t right how much I wanted him.

I settled back into affable drunkenness, perfectly sanguine as I picked up more women than usual in some rabid attempt at normalcy. It was all fun, and I could sit in the morning after and assure myself this is what I liked, that what I wanted from Soldier was something completely different than this.

Funnily enough, that was true in its own way.

It was hard to describe the difference between Soldier and, well, anyone. Hard in words, at least. How do I even begin to limn how watching him come to life during a night on the town was so different from batting flirty remarks with a potential bedmate? Why was his arm around my shoulders as equally stirring as a palm over the back of my hand, yet still so wildly different?

Because one of those things is wrong, I tried to tell myself, but that rang hollow after the fortieth time I’d grumbled it into a scrumpy bottle.

How could this be wrong? I asked myself when he grinned at me, helmetless, sitting on the floor of his barebones apartment. How could this be wrong? as he drunkenly leaned against me, murmuring something into my neck too unintelligible to make out. A soft confession about medals never earned. An admission of a terrible deed on a distant loch’s shores. His thumb caressing the scar tissue of my left eye after he’d asked to see underneath.

It was that moment where I stopped trying. Trying to articulate what we were was like describing colors to a blind man; fruitless, time better spent by both of you elsewhere. So instead of words, I used the colors themselves:

His eyes were ocean blue, pulling me in, capturing like a riptide that’d never let go.

My lips were bloodstained red the first time we met, split from where he’d punched me, and ripped open more when we laughed about it later.

We were both purple and bruised, injured from new fights as well as old, and I slid my hands around the back of his neck and pulled him toward me.

He didn’t react at first. But that was short lived, because when a second ticked by, then two, the hand that still hung near my eye dropped to my shirt and dragged me even closer, his mouth rushing to meet mine as we finally blended our yet-unspoilt hues.

A bruise has a lot of color to it. Practically a splattered canvas with yellows and greens and oranges poking through, but the purple spreads out the furthest. Warm when you press down too hard.

That’s what it was bringing out lips together: pressing on a bruise that had been blooming between us for ages.

[sluttywonwoo]

you are definitely playing dangerous by lana del rey

another one i’d never heard- not a huge lana fan (esp after that bullshit a few years ago) but i listened to the blu shore version of it on spotify since it’s technically unreleased and i fw it hard 😳

[heartofsilverflames]

This songs really giving me major Lee Bodecker vibes 🥴🥴