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[slut4celebs]

Green Eyed Girl

Tate McRae x Reader

Word Count: 2,438 words... Guys, I went for it on this one.

Trigger Warnings: jealousy, SMUT (MDNI). Tate reminding R who she belongs to. Fingering (R receiving), oral (R receiving), mommy kink, praise, degradation. While the smut seems hardcore, there's more plot than smut for sure.

Request/Synopsis: "Maybe y/n is getting a lot of attention from Olivia Rodrigo and it makes Tate jealous? Anddd a possible smut ending." In which Tate McRae isn't happy that her girlfriend and her best friend are getting close. Not when it's taking time away from her.

Requests are open. < guys seriously, pls

It was Olivia Rodrigo that introduced both Tate McRae and (Y/n) (L/n) to each other. Olivia and (Y/n) both starred in the hit Disney+ show High School Musical: The Musical: The Series where they both had very public breakups from their co-stars. This caused their characters to leave the show together after (Y/n)'s character, Penny, agreed to help Nini find herself, complete with a shared on-screen kiss that shocked viewers and created a shipping frenzy. This shipping frenzy was so big that both Olivia and (Y/n) are still asked today if they were dating, more than two years after they left the show. This bothered Tate, who was currently watching them from across her own living room cuddled up under a blanket, watching TikTok. This wasn't the first time Tate had gotten jealous of her girlfriend and Olivia. In fact, there were five more times that made this one all the more annoying.

The first instance happened two weeks before Tate made it official with (Y/n). (Y/n) had come over to her apartment, just because, to see Tate. Only, she was adorning Olivia's hoodie. "No way, you got an exclusive Sour hoodie?" Tate questioned with a grin, looking over the hoodie. She then had her world rocked when (Y/n) admitted that it was actually Olivia's and that she brought it so she could return it. That was when Tate went to pull out her own hoodie that read 'T8' on the back, telling (Y/n) she now had a replacement that she never had to return. It was a quick and easy fix, and her jealousy was quickly pushed away by (Y/n)'s wide smile as she pulled off the Sour hoodie and replaced it with Tate's hoodie.

The second situation was a month into the two of them dating at a public event. They were coming out as a couple, holding hands when Olivia came by to greet them. Instead of the paparazzi catching Tate and (Y/n) holding hands, they caught the reuniting 'rumored girlfriends' hugging. The next morning, Tate was excited to see what the public thought about their grand coming out, only to see that social media frenzied over the wrong couple. It was pop icons Tate McRae and (Y/n) (L/n). No, instead it was pop icons Olivia Rodrigo and (Y/n) (L/n). The headlines caused a the familiar feeling the Tate experienced a little two months ago to rumble in her chest. Only to receive a text from (Y/n) saying 'The public got it all wrong. Wanna go live with me later to correct them?' The simple action calmed Tate since she didn't even have to complain to (Y/n) about the press reporting the wrong couple in the news.

Perhaps the third time is what caused Tate to almost feel eternally jealous in their presence. (Y/n) had stayed the night at Tate's apartment and Olivia, with this knowledge, came over to ask (Y/n) a question. (Y/n), who had been making out with her stopped, seeing Olivia texted she was coming over to ask a question, to go answer it. Of course, it had been only a ten minute question, and it was about music, but it put Tate is rather a foul mood and caused her to not want to make out anymore. It did also bring up the discussion of jealousy. "I understand and I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were feeling this way. If I ever make you feel jealous, just let me know, I'll take a step back." Tate felt a little bad since (Y/n) was so understanding of her fears on the subject. So, she tried to just drop the jealous feeling herself. After all, they were best friends. She wasn't in Olivia's bed, she was in hers.

The fourth time wasn't particularly either Olivia's or (Y/n)'s fault. It was just TikTok edit after TikTok edit of either Olivia and (Y/n) or their High School Musical: The Musical: The Series characters. It just annoyed Tate to the point she had to look up edits of her and (Y/n), seeing there was a stark decrease in the number of edits. Tate sighed, scrolling through and she couldn't help but note that they were really cute. Especially when (Y/n) just dropped an entire love album with songs inspired by Tate, even writing an entire song called 'Tate.' This eased her jealousy slightly as she put on the album and decided to finally close her eyes for the night.

The final reason came within a year into their relationship. While Tate had never completely shook the feeling of jealousy, she definitely got better at feeling like it was eating her apart. The final reason came when they were attending an Olivia Rodrigo concert. While she couldn't help the jealous feeling from building in the pit of her stomach, she would always go and support her best friends. She just wasn't expecting Olivia to bring (Y/n) on stage for a duet, the two embracing tightly at the end of it. Even though it wasn't a love song, Tate knew how the media would take this duet. She knew it was dumb to feel any jealousy towards this moment, but she couldn't help it. She still smiled when (Y/n) returned, glistening with a bit of sweat as the two kissed, but she knew the smile didn't reach her eyes.

Now, the current issue. Olivia had just helped (Y/n) move into Tate's apartment. While, yes, this was now also (Y/n)'s apartment and she could invite who she wanted, Tate was tired and wanted some time alone. She even announced that she was going to shower and go to bed. She fully expected (Y/n) to tell Olivia the same before going to bed with her. Instead, after her girlfriend didn't join her in the shower and after thirty minutes of lying in bed without her, Tate went to go see where she was. Her eyes narrowed when she saw the two of them curled together watching TikToks. "(Y/n)," her voice got their attention, and she was silently pleading with the girl. "I'm tired and it's cold in the room. Can you come to bed?" At that, Olivia finally made her exit, leaving Tate to once and for all remind (Y/n) who she belonged to.

As soon as the door clicked close and (Y/n) locked it, Tate had her pressed against the door, kissing her hungrily. Her hands held her firmly and (Y/n) couldn't help the moan that slipped from her lips, despite the initial shock from the kiss and the action. When Tate pulled away, she left a string of spit in her wake, connecting the two of them. She broke off the string, pulling (Y/n) to the bedroom, flipping off light switches on the way to bed. "I guess I need to remind you who you belong to since I found you in there cuddled up with Olivia, don't I?" Tate questioned, her eyes dark. (Y/n)'s heart was racing and when she didn't answer, Tate rolled her eyes. "Answer me. Do I need to remind you?" She questioned, straddling her girlfriend's lap as she pushed her onto the bed.

It was obvious that (Y/n) was needy as she went to kiss Tate. However, due to not answering immediately, Tate declined the kiss. "No, I don't need reminding. I belong to you, Tate." This was the first time that Tate was bringing her jealousy into the bedroom. While it seemed to shock (Y/n), it also seemed to turn her on. She was squirming under her, and she knew she fucked up by allowing her best friend to overstay her welcome. She also knew that she didn't call Tate by the right now by the quirk of her eyebrow. "I belong to you and you alone, Mommy." She promised, her words sounding like a whine. Her cheeks were red from embarrassment as she bit her lower lip. The obvious sense of neediness causing Tate to smirk.

She removed her body from her girlfriend's stripping her completely after (Y/n) had said she wanted her to. Goosebumps prickled (Y/n)'s skin as she watched her girlfriend, not realizing how green-eyed with jealousy she had gotten until their eyes met. Tate's eyes were dark, and she realized that what she had done had obviously effected her, though she didn't realize it would. At that moment, she decided to take a step away from Olivia, not wanting to upset her girlfriend again. For now, she would let Tate use her.

"Look at you, such a pretty slut for me. I'm going to fuck you until you forget her name." Tate taunted, eyes looking over her. (Y/n) shivered under her girlfriend's gaze. Even through her insecurities, she knew that Tate was eating her alive with her eyes. She didn't have time to answer as Tate crashed their lips together, fingers traveling down her body. Tate only stopped for a second, making sure (Y/n) was okay, and when (Y/n) gave her full, verbal consent, she let her thumb rub familiar patterns into her clit. She had memorized everything her girlfriend liked and she knew how to make her cum. She bet Olivia couldn't make (Y/n) cum. "You were being such a bad girl. You don't even deserve to cum."

(Y/n) forced her eyes to remain on Tate, and begged them silently not to roll back in pleasure. Not when it was obvious Tate would stop the second they did or the second she closed her eyes. A moan fell from her lips and her brows scrunched up as her she gripped Tate's shoulder for physical contact of some sort, her other hand fisting the bedsheet. "I-I want to be good for you, M-Mommy. Please let me cum." She managed to get out, though she had obviously struggled. This made Tate smirk as she inserted two fingers, curling them immediately. (Y/n) let out a cry and something glistened in Tate's eyes at the sound.

She began thrusting her fingers as she listened to her girlfriend's moans, enjoying the way she made her hips buck so effortlessly. It made some of the jealousy melt away. "Olivia couldn't make you cum, huh? Only I can make you cum. Only I can touch you. You're my girl. You're mommy's girl." She stated in a condescending way. "Keep being loud for me, and I'll think about letting you cum. I want the entire apartment to know who you belong to." She made it clear she wasn't going to let up yet, even as (Y/n)'s legs trembled with an oncoming orgasm. Her body felt like it was floating and all she wanted to do was release.

Right before she thought she might combust if she didn't orgasm, Tate pulled away. Her chest heaved and a whine escaped her. But she was quickly silenced by her girlfriend's lips before they traveled down her body, leaving love bites in their wake. She felt a chill from the spit left behind mixed with their air conditioning on blast. She bit her bottom lip, knowing what was about to come next. "You can cum, princess. You were so good for me." Tate hummed softly, her jealousy obviously finally coming to an end at the realization that (Y/n) truly was hers (and hers alone).

To solidify this, as her girlfriend began to suck on her clit, (Y/n) dropped calling her 'mommy.' Instead, she did what she knew would make Tate feel more at ease after having fucked the life out of her girlfriend. (Y/n) rose an octave, screaming her girlfriend's name, moans nothing short of pornographic following after. Tate grinned as she sucked her clit until (Y/n) came. Tate cleaned her up diligently, slick dripping off her chin as she helped her ride out her high. Afterwards, she pulled (Y/n) close, kissing her forehead.

"I'm sorry for being so jealous," she muttered, kissing (Y/n) again. (Y/n) was about to respond, but Tate wasn't done apologizing yet. "I know you two are best friends. Honestly, it isn't even you two. It's the media. Whenever you are hanging out with Olivia, there's this huge speculation that we broke up and you're with Olivia. It just bugs me because Olivia is with Louis and you're with me. I don't know why they can't see that. And, honestly, I was probably a little sensitive earlier because I was ready to go to bed and when I walked out, you were both cuddled on the couch, under a blanket, watching TikTok, and I-"

Tate was cut off by a kiss, causing her eyes to widen, but they quickly shut as she kissed back. She cupped (Y/n)'s cheeks until they finally pulled away from each other. "I should be the one apologizing. You've already approached me with you feeling jealous, and instead of changing things up like I promised to do, I stuck with my old ways. It's not an excuse, but I think it's hard when we got so close due to our breakups. Pulling away is almost like saying goodbye to those early days of stardom that we experienced together. But… I'm ready to give our friendship that space to grow so I can grow with you. I think I just needed to realize her and I could still be friends, even if I spent less time with her. I'm sorry, Tate, for it taking me so long to realize that, and for hurting you." She said softly. She pressed her lips on Tate's forehead.

Tate smiled a bit at the apology and the kiss. "Thank you for understanding." Tate said softly, her jealousy finally leaving her body. She moved to let (Y/n) get in the shower, sitting on toilet seat since she just wanted to talk. She did depart to throw her girlfriend's towel and pajamas in the drier so they'd be warm for her when she got out. After (Y/n) pulled on her pajamas, the two of them joined each other in bed. It was the first night of them living together, and what started out rough, was ending up a lot better. Tate was proud that they communicated their feelings (and for getting (Y/n) to scream her name so loud, they probably got a noise complaint). She kissed her cheek, curling into her girlfriend as (Y/n)'s arms wrapped around her lovingly.

[do-you-know-this-adhd-character]

Do you know this (noncanon) ADHD character?

SPECIFICALLY THE VERSION FROM DUCKTALES (2017)

Evidence below the cut!

There were two submissions for this one!

Submission 1: honestly i'm surprised dewey hasn't been submitted yet bc he's like. "classic adhd personality type". he's hyperactive, impulsive, easily distracted, and HATES being bored. the official character bio describes him as "quick to throw himself into dangerous situations without thinking" and in the pilot episode gets distracted mid-conversation ("stop! scrooge was trying to keep me out of trouble, but i was so caught up in- why is there a lamp on the floor?") what REALLY sealed the deal for this headcanon, however, was the rsd he displays, bc this kid desperately wants to be loved by everyone and is absolutely crushed when that doesn't happen. his dream world is a high school musical-type high school where he's the mascot and star (nightmare on killmotor street); he had a panic attack because he tried playing a heel in a wrestling match and the crowd kept booing him (rumble for ragnarok); and in one episode started crying bc he thought he disappointed his mom (raiders of the doomsday vault). (speaking of his mom, there's loosely enough evidence to point to her being adhd too, and you know what they say about it running in families.)

Submission 2:

i could go on for AGESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS about dewey and the adhd headcanon. i am going to write a bunch of stuff, but it probably won't turn out very well (i write worse when i'm passionate about something lmao) why i see him as adhd: he has EXTREME rejection sensetivity dysphoria, which to me is most apparent in the money tree and boxing episodes (which i have inconveniently forgotten the names of). he requires attention and love to feel fulfilled, and will go to great lengths to be praised. he hates failure and the idea of being a dissapointment, so he goes to great lengths to prove his worth. he tends to be stupidly stubborn, not backing out of something even if it would put him in serious danger. he's also very impulsive -- jumps into dangerous situations without thinking about the consequence, all that matters is that it's exciting! he's SUPER energetic, and a small detail i noticed is that he doesn't seem to fall asleep easily? he's very chatty, there's an entire episode where he gets involved in a gang of sky pirates because he really, really wanted to talk about a hat he found. a lot of his decisions are irrational or generally just based on strong emotions?? he's definetly more of a thinker than a feeler. ("stop assuming i know things, ok? baseline, assume i know NOTHING!") he exaggerates his emotions or the severity of situations a lot. very easily distracted (or at least pays attention to the wrong thing? like, when they're offered to test out godhood, when they're told they're going to do "god auditions", dewey seems to miss out the "god" part and just does a dance routine (his reaction to realising he messed up is too funny to me, and his dance was actually really good imo) he's constantly breaking into song, uses his name as a pun almost constantly, and has a catchphrase he uses regularly. it's his 'character trait' (i'm not entirely sure how this relates to adhd but like. it makes sense to me) WAY too curious for his own good. generally just really hyperactive? goofs off when it's not really appropriate. i feel like there has been moments where he's been shown stimming before. (ik huey has for sure i'm not totally certain about dewey tho) also he's voiced by BEN SCHWARTZ. that guy seems to want to voice adhd-hi characters that are represented with the colour blue. ICONIC anyways that's all for my silly rambling. dewey and huey are the ultimate adhd autism solidarity duo btw

[m1ster1e]

paper airplanes.

tadashi hamada x reader

★You finally get to attend your dream school at SFIT in San Fransokyo. It seemed like a dream come true with a wide city to explore and new friends at your side. But they always say you shouldn't judge a book by its cover and boy did San Fransokyo have the most deceiving appearance

tw-depression, injuries, vigilantism. characters are all college aged adults (minus hiro). san fransokyo looks cute but is basically gotham. angst, fluff, romance.

afab! reader plus she/her pronouns!!

chapter [2]

Chapter 1: Arrival

The train hummed beneath you, a steady rhythm that matched the fluttering excitement in your chest. As the countryside blurred past the window, you took a deep breath, feeling the mingled thrill and nerves of embarking on this new chapter of your life. You watched as the landscape shifted from rolling hills to the sprawling urban tapestry of San Fransokyo, a city that promised both opportunity and adventure.

With each passing mile, the anticipation grew. The train curved around the bay, revealing the gleaming skyscrapers and the iconic red bridge, a striking contrast of old and new. The city's unique blend of futuristic technology and rich cultural heritage seemed to beckon you forward.

As the train approached the station, you gathered your belongings, your heart pounding with a mix of eagerness and uncertainty. You stepped onto the platform, the air filled with the sounds and scents of San Fransokyo—bustling crowds, distant traffic, and the faint aroma of street food.

Stepping off the train, you were immediately enveloped by the vibrant energy of the station. The air buzzed with the sounds of announcements, chattering crowds, and the distant hum of trains coming and going. You navigated through the bustling terminal, weaving past hurried commuters and travelers, your suitcase rolling steadily behind you.

Following the signs, you made your way to the exit, emerging onto the busy streets of San Fransokyo. The city stretched out before you, an awe-inspiring mix of towering skyscrapers and charming historical buildings. Colorful banners fluttered in the breeze alongside intricate architectural details, and the scent of street food mingled with the fresh ocean air.

You pulled out your phone and checked the GPS, spotting the bus stop a few blocks away. With a determined grip on your luggage, you walked down the bustling sidewalk, taking in the sights and sounds of your new home. The streets were alive with activity—vendors calling out their wares, children laughing as they played, and people going about their daily routines.

At the bus stop, you joined a small group of people waiting. As you stood there, you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement and nervous anticipation. The bus arrived with a gentle hiss, and you boarded, finding a seat near the window. You watched the cityscape glide by, each moment bringing you closer to the San Fransokyo Institute of Technology and the start of an incredible journey.

As the bus rumbled through the streets of San Fransokyo, you gazed out the window, taking in the bustling cityscape. The tall buildings, each with its unique architecture, towered above you. The streets were alive with the movement of people, bicycles, and cars, creating a vibrant tapestry of urban life. You watched as the bus wound through the city, feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation build inside you.

The bus made a few more stops, gradually emptying out as you neared your destination. With each passing minute, your anticipation grew. You kept glancing at your phone, watching the GPS as the little dot moved closer to SFIT. Finally, the bus pulled to a stop at the SFIT campus, marked by a large stone sign with the letters "SFIT" elegantly lit from below.

You grabbed your suitcase and bags, thanking the driver as you stepped off the bus. The moment your feet hit the pavement, you were struck by the grandeur of the campus. The buildings were sleek and modern, with large windows that gleamed in the sunlight. Students were scattered across the green lawns, some chatting in groups, others hurrying to their next classes.

Taking a deep breath, you began to walk toward the main entrance, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. You pulled out your phone again, this time to find the way to your residence hall. The GPS pointed you in the right direction, but the campus was large, and you found yourself wandering a bit, trying to make sense of the layout.

As you stood at a crossroads, looking between your phone and the various paths, a voice interrupted your thoughts. "Need some help?"

You turned to see a young man with dark hair and a friendly smile. He was wearing a black hoodie with the SFIT logo. "Yeah, I think I'm a little lost," you admitted with a sheepish smile. "I'm trying to find my residence hall."

He chuckled. "Don't worry, happens to everyone on their first day. Which hall are you looking for?"

You told him the name, and he nodded. "That's not too far from here. I'm heading in that direction; I can show you the way."

Relieved, you followed him as he led the way. "I'm Tadashi, by the way," he said, extending a hand.

You introduced yourself and shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, Tadashi. Thanks for helping me out."

"No problem," he replied. "What are you studying?"

"Computer science (and minor/second degree/focus)," you said, glancing around as you walked. The campus was even more beautiful up close, with art installations and well-maintained gardens. "I've always been fascinated by technology."

"Great choice," Tadashi said enthusiastically. "I'm in the robotics program. If you ever need help or have any questions, feel free to ask."

You thanked him again, feeling a sense of warmth at his friendliness. As you approached your residence hall, you couldn't help but feel that this was the start of something special. Tadashi pointed out the building, and you saw other students moving in, carrying boxes and chatting with their new roommates.

"Here we are," Tadashi said, stopping in front of the entrance. "Welcome to SFIT. I hope you have an amazing time here."

"Thanks, Tadashi. I appreciate it," you said, giving him a grateful smile.

"Anytime," he replied, giving you a wave as he continued on his way. You watched him go, then turned to face your new home. Taking a deep breath, you picked up your bags and stepped inside, ready to begin this exciting new chapter of your life.

The commons of your residence hall was almost overwhelming, overlooking the first floor was a large wooden mezzanine with a sleek chandelier in the center. The commons itself was filled with worn furniture in colors of red, yellow, and blue and in the center were two ping pong tables. The corner of the room had a row of computers next to a set of vending machines meant for any student who needed to get work done but didn't have the want or need to leave the dorms. In the left there was a check-in booth being overlooked by an exhausted looking RA. The booth was built into the front of an office where the residence hall director was organizing paperwork. The wall was plastered with hand painted posters instructing students to pick up their keys from the RA and sign up for their floors group messaging system.

You made your way to the elevator, suitcase in tow, and pressed the button for the second floor. The doors opened with a soft ding, and you stepped inside, the space offering a momentary respite from the bustling activity of the commons. As the elevator ascended, you felt a mix of anticipation and nervousness about meeting your new roommate.

The doors opened, revealing a hallway lined with doors, each leading to different dorms. You followed the signs to your assigned room, the wheels of your suitcase rolling softly on the carpeted floor. Arriving at your door, you took a deep breath and used the key provided by the RA to unlock it.

Pushing the door open, you stepped into a cozy living area with a small kitchenette on one side. The dorm was simple but welcoming, with a sofa, a coffee table, and a few chairs arranged around a low table. Two doors led off the main room to the individual bedrooms. You noticed that one of the bedrooms already had the door slightly ajar, indicating that your roommate had already moved in.

You rolled your suitcase into the open bedroom, taking in the sight of your new space. The room was modest, with a bed, a desk, and a dresser alongside a built in closet, but it had a large window that let in plenty of natural light. You set your bags down and took a moment to absorb the reality of this new chapter in your life, feeling a blend of excitement and trepidation for the adventures ahead.

As you began unpacking and organizing your room, there was a knock at the door. You opened it to see a smiling face.

"Hi! You must be my new roommate. I'm Lily," she said warmly, extending a hand.

You smiled back and shook her hand. "Nice to meet you, Lily. I'm (y/n)."

Lily stepped into the room, looking around with a friendly curiosity. "Need any help with unpacking?" she offered.

"Sure, that would be great," you replied, feeling a sense of relief at her welcoming demeanor.

As you continued to unpack together, Lily chatted about the campus, classes, and all the fun things to do in San Fransokyo. Her energy was infectious and you couldn't help but feel a growing sense of comfort and belonging in this new chapter of your life.

As you were finishing up decorating your shared living area, Lily peaked her head out of the bathroom which she was working on as well. "Hey! I was thinking of checking out this new coffee place called the Lucky Cat Cafe tomorrow. It's supposed to be really cozy and has great reviews. Do you want to come with me?"

You agreed and Lily nodded enthusiastically. "Great! We can get to know each other a bit more while we're there. It'll be a nice way to start the weekend."

After making plans for the following morning, you both went to your separate rooms to get cleaned up and settle in for the night. You went to bed with the anticipation of exploring the city and enjoying your first full day as an SFIT student.

Ya'll don't even know how long this took me to put out I've been wanting to write this for YEARS lolol. I know it's really short but I'm just trying to lay out the scene yknow, also sorry that 1.) It severely lacked Tadashi but we will get there and 2.) I made you a comp sci major I am SO sorry but it matters trust (that's also why I gave you the minor or second major option in case you feel that it really doesn't align with you, just trying to make things fit in a stem school). Expect the second chapter relatively soon?? I know where I want this whole thing to go I just have to convert it to words, and also expect this to be long and angsty.

Anyway, see ya'll soon!

[suddenserendipity]

Derek Suarez Week Day 1: Pinky promise

For @derek-week-event. I had forgotten about this during the summer but here I am - late but ready to contribute because Derek deserves all the goodness from the fandom too.

The phone rings as it lays on the pile of homework on the desk that he hasn’t gotten to yet. It plays a song that he once saw in concert - a long time ago. It’s what jolts him awake from his slumber on the bed. His guess is he had fallen asleep on his stomach sometime after coming home from school and now tries to to rub the sleep from his eyes as he answers.

Switching on the display the light almost blinds him and he winces before swiping on the little phone icon.

“Mmmyealloo…”  he slurs as a yawn breaks free from his jaws. It would have embarrassed him if he’d been more awake to care.

   “Uh…. Hi, it’s me” her voice is clear and though she sounds confused there’s a hint of amusement. “Sorry, Did I wake you?” 

He lets out a small chuckle  “Yeah… you caught me, uh - what time is it anyway?” He takes a turn around his bed to look at the clock radio standing on the bedside table showing ‘8PM’ in purple neon light. 

“Ugh… Oh shoot… I keep forgetting the different time zones. Well it’s 5PM here in California, I was just gonna have my dinner here in my dorm and thought I could call you because you probably were having dinner too.”

“Aww, I could probably swing that if… you just give me a few minutes. I haven’t eaten since lunch so… yeah a few minutes - Can I call you on video chat in maybe 10 minutes?”

She lets out a sigh that sends a delightful tingle down his spine through the cell phone. “Alright, but don’t take too long because my take out is getting cold as we speak”

“Derek’s back!” she shouts at him with a laugh as her image pops up on his laptop. “So what are you having? I’m having some lo mein but I also got some orange chicken and soup… Will probably have some of that for lunch tomorrow though”

“PB&J” he smiles and waves with the, clearly made in a rush, sandwich in his hand.

“That’s all? Peak nutritional value” she smirks at him as she twirls the noodles with a black plastic fork.

“I also got some BBQ chips and a protein shake… nearly all the food groups are covered” he teases as he opens the bag of chips with a distinct pop.

“Alright but promise me you’ll have something… more substantial for dinner tomorrow” she holds up her pinky towards the webcam and him. "Pinky promise"

He chuckles with a deep rumble in his chest at her silliness but holds up his pinky too “Pinky promise” 

[scrumptiousstuffs]

I absolutely hate sad endings or worst 'open endings' (I consider them as copeout)...that's why I absolutely disliked what they did with AlanGaipa......Hehe sorry I digress...I hope we get very very happy ending for both FadelStyle and KantBison and a happy show. I'm tired of seeing FirstKhao characters cry and in pain in their last 3-4 shows 😫

Ah, but the boys are amazing dramatic actors. Their emotionally-charged scenes always hit the spot (in my humble opinion, both are easily in the Top 5 of best GMMTV actors/actresses).

Having say that, I am very ready to have fluffy, sweet moments between FK. Didn't they mentioned in their Hong Kong (and Osaka) Fanmeets last year they wanted to do a rom-com? Also sure they explain in one of the interviews they wanted to do a rom-com after doing several heavily-charged series in a row. I'm 100% sure they were already offered THK then (despite OF still airing).

Personally, I also adore happy endings. After all, I watch Thai BL mainly for escapism (i.e I like my leads to be married, staying in a picket fence house with their pets while spending time being domestic, tq very much!).

However, I also don't mind messy storylines as long as it is done well. The same with open ending. Sometimes these are done to give a pathway for Season 2 - Enigma (got the greenlight for S2!). Midnight Museum/Home School Series have the potential for S2 but highly unlikely to proceed due to most likely logistic reasons. The director for the former was hoping for season 2 cause he said it in a Tweet as a respond to a fan) while Zero (our Khao!) at the end of Home School - that was an iconic way to end the show (with a hint to set up Zero versus Run) 👌

The other reason for open ending is to allow the audience to imagine themselves what will happen with the characters. MLC with AlanGaipa was one of them.

I mean, FK were really just supporting actors in that show with EarthMix and FourthGemini the main focus as pairings (and their arcs have happy endings). Plus, it was only 8 episodes (and I guess, if we want AlanGaipa, we will need an additional 1-2 episodes to fully explain their arc).

I went into MLC expecting FK characters were actually going to have no interactions - so, to have grim cute meet at the funeral (Mrs Hong as matchmaker from the other side!!!) followed by Alan showing he was ready to move on with that fruity shirt of his while asking Gaipa for his QR code number delights me to no end (also, this allows me to happily think that somewhere in the MLC universe, they are life partners, content and blissful together).

(Anon, I thought you might enjoy this BTS of our boys hehe)

(On another note, are we officially calling the boys KantBison for THK?. I'm asking cause they have been some rumbling on Twitter to moniker them as KaBi or KanSon? Either way, I am not fuss - I just need to know so that we can be consistent when it airs!)

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

"french novel" by richie hofmann / "move-in day" by @coffeeandcalligraphy

Stay right there | Lost Gods

"...of course his brother wouldn’t forget him, he couldn’t, no one could forget Jeremiah, especially not Harrison who thought he’d be okay if this was his life now, the quiet Saturday mornings rating the persuasiveness of infomercials, laughing at the laundromat as they shared a quick kiss by the dryers, evenings where they held each other and knew they would be held, Harrison thought it might be nice to remain here forever..."

An excerpt all about love for Valentine's Day! <3 The full version is under the cut!!!

He’d overheard their conversation once, Jeremiah in the middle of an assignment as he walked his brother through long division on the phone. Harrison was stooped against Jeremiah’s bathroom sink, shaving clean ledges of stubble off his face. The apartment still smelled like orange and vanilla which Jeremiah had been boiling all afternoon—a trick his mother taught him years before to mask unsavory scents, though nothing smelled off that day, he’d just wanted to do something nice. As Harrison thwacked shaving cream off his razor and into the sink, he listened to Jeremiah talk on the phone. He’d heard his voice in so many forms—at a bare whisper in the mornings when he offered to put on coffee, at a sarcastic mutter as he complained during Psycho about men with mommy issues, at a giggle when at the bar, they teamed up on 80s trivia night and beat everyone bad, the plastic trophy still on Jeremiah’s bookcase. But Harrison hadn’t heard his voice like this. Deliberate almost, every consonant rounded and warm, like he was reciting poetry.

Harrison watched him from the mirror. Jeremiah was slumped over the desktop he and Rory shared, only half of his face visible because he covered the other with his hand. He looked stressed. The first assignment of the school year due so early, and Harrison realizes now that he hadn’t even asked what it was, is still unsure what Jeremiah had even been studying. He held the home phone to his ear with his shoulder, sharpening a pencil over and over until it broke and he inevitably started again. Three mugs teetered on the desk, all different drinks just for him—green tea, a decaf latte, hot water and lemon, all gone cold. Harrison would heat them all up again as soon as he finished like he’d done for the last two hours and like he’d do for the next. But for now he watched Jeremiah, a man who jotted down class notes at the same time he helped his brother through homework. They hadn’t seen each other in years—on an evening when neither Jeremiah or Harrison could sleep and they took turns naming hits of iconic pop divas every time a car honked past their building, Jeremiah confessed he worried his brother would forget him. Then, Harrison ran a finger up his wrist and said that wouldn’t happen, a brother’s love could last centuries, but he didn’t know that. He was an only child and not really a figurative brother to anyone at all, at least not anymore. But as he waved his razor in the sink, watching Jeremiah nod although his brother couldn’t see him, listening to Jeremiah say, yeah, you got it, you got it, his voice suspended in gentleness somehow, he knew he was right.

Right then, Jeremiah turned so his face pointed directly into the bathroom, and in the second before he realized he was being watched, Harrison thought of how lucky he was to be here, to know this man who was more like an angel, to be in his bathroom borrowing his shaving cream, to spend the night again and maybe even forever, with him, something playful in their time together like a childhood sleepover where they’d drape cucumbers over each other’s eyelids during a re-watch of Rumble Fish and share a bowl of Cheetos on the couch, and Harrison thought it was kind that Jeremiah spent the previous hour answering his brother’s questions and rephrasing a confusing math problem until they both seemed to get it, that even though they were separated by a country, it was like they were in the same room and that that was a conscious effort on Jeremiah’s part—of course his brother wouldn’t forget him, he couldn’t, no one could forget Jeremiah, especially not Harrison who thought he’d be okay if this was his life now, the quiet Saturday mornings rating the persuasiveness of infomercials, laughing at the laundromat as they shared a quick kiss by the dryers, evenings where they held each other and knew they would be held, Harrison thought it might be nice to remain here forever.

Sorry, Jeremiah mouthed as soon as he noticed, his face bronzed in light, the focal point of the room, this man, the material of abundance an artist sees a masterpiece in, and he held up his hand as if saying I’ll just be a minute, please wait for me, but Harrison wanted to tell him it was unnecessary to apologize or to rush. As Jeremiah started to rise, telling Mika he had to run soon, that he’d call tomorrow as usual, Harrison wanted to say take your time, the sun setting, the evening almost touching them. Stay right there.

[danieljreboot]

Manhattan, Upper West Side, 1957. Against the backdrop of the decaying tenements in the San Juan Hill neighbourhood and the constant threat of the wrecking ball, two warring gangs--tough Riff's Jets and swaggering Bernardo's Puerto Rican Sharks--fight for supremacy. Now, with a once-and-for-all, winner-takes-all rumble on the cards, an unexpected whirlwind romance at the high-school dance between former Jet brawler Tony and Bernardo's delicate little sister María sets the stage for an all-out turf war. But what's a gang without its territory? Above all, when the future is uncertain, what's hope without love?

Directed by Academy Award® winner Steven Spielberg, from a screenplay by Pulitzer Prize and Tony Award® winner Tony Kushner, “West Side Story” tells the classic tale of fierce rivalries and young love in 1957 New York City. This reimagining of the beloved musical stars Ansel Elgort (Tony); Rachel Zegler (María); Ariana DeBose (Anita); David Alvarez (Bernardo); Mike Faist (Riff); Josh Andrés Rivera (Chino); Ana Isabelle (Rosalía); Corey Stoll (Lieutenant Schrank); Brian d’Arcy James (Officer Krupke); and Rita Moreno (as Valentina, who owns the corner store in which Tony works). Moreno – one of only three artists to be honored with Academy®, Emmy®, GRAMMY®, Tony® and Peabody Awards – also serves as one of the film’s executive producers. Bringing together the best of both Broadway and Hollywood, the film’s creative team includes Kushner, who also serves as an executive producer; Tony Award® winner Justin Peck, who choreographed the musical numbers in the film; renowned Los Angeles Philharmonic conductor and GRAMMY Award® winner Gustavo Dudamel, who helmed the recording of the iconic score; Academy Award®-nominated composer and conductor David Newman (“Anastasia”), who arranged the score; Tony Award®-winning composer Jeanine Tesori (“Fun Home,” “Thoroughly Modern Millie”), who supervised the cast on vocals; and Grammy®-nominated music supervisor Matt Sullivan (“Beauty and the Beast,” “Chicago”), who served as executive music producer for the film. The film is produced by Spielberg, Academy Award®-nominated producer Kristie Macosko Krieger and Tony Award®-winning producer Kevin McCollum. “West Side Story” has been adapted for the screen from the original 1957 Broadway show, with book by Arthur Laurents, music by Leonard Bernstein, lyrics by Stephen Sondheim and concept, direction and choreography by Jerome Robbins.

[arcplaysgames]

lmao okay akechi i fucking dare you to go to the police with that. i dare you. here is my weird iphone panorama photo except someone moved and fucked up the image.

but no he has video too so FIIIINE I GUEEEEEESS that's decent blackmail material.

YOU LIE LIKE A BEIGE RUG

allegedly when Akechi was following the Thieves around, he ran into Black Mask, who shot at him, and the confrontation awakened Akechi to his persona.

Did I not say that we wouldn't see his awakening? Because he's deffo had his persona for longer than a month.

All of Akechi's testimony is contrived as fuck and has nothing to back it up, but because the Thieves are panicking (and are kinda dumb) they don't question any of it. Instead, Akechi just lays out his ultimatum: either they help him uncover the true identity of the "real" killer, or he turns them over to the police.

i wanna crack open his skull and read it like tasseomancy, what the fuck is even going through his head, what is his morality, what are his goals. I have no fucking idea.

I KNOW HE'S THE KILLER. Like, the thing about Persona games (or at least 4 and 5) is that you reach a point in the story where the story narrows things down until there is only one option left. As with Adachi, Akechi has been suspect for a long fucking time, but eventually the branches of the story get trimmed until there is only one option remaining. And it is Akechi.

.... Hm. And like with Adachi, I have no idea what his motivations are. Funny, that.

hang on, after the meeting, everyone leaves except Reverie and Morgana, and things go hazy and weird for a sec before the scene abruptly ends. And Morgana's little icon there is the "talking" icon, not the "surprise" or "confusion" icon.

What is happening? Is something important occurring that the story is obfuscating or is Reverie-In-The-Framing-Device getting woozy?

The School Festival is over, Akechi bails on the rest of the interview without answering who the Thieves are.

There's an extended animated cutscene where Kasumi dances at the post-festival dance? But uh. I don't.... care. Sorry, Kasumi, you are suffering from how tacked on you feel to the story.

Like, Kasumi's bit is so OBVIOUSLY shoehorned in, it's coinciding with the exact same place where Reverie is supposed to have a mandatory hangout with Haru?

Like, Kasumi and Reverie leave, the game says the dance is over....

THEN HARU TEXTS AND IS LIKE "HEY THE DANCE IS STARTING, WANNA HANG" AND REVERIE TURNS AROUND AND GOES BACK IN

l m a o Persona 5 Royal, you are KILLIN me here. this is worse than that time Mishima said "kek" out loud, goddammit.

Haru is much more likeable. She gets called up to do an impromptu interview and the emcee is an asshole and starts asking about how she feels about the Phantom Thieves killing her fucking dad

so Reverie stands up and causes a commotion

Reverie is the best protagonist yet.

AND

THEN

OH SHIT WE'RE FUCKIN RUMBLED, DAD KNOWS

Sojiro obviously noticed his daughter has gone through a significant change in the past few months but has chalked it up to her finally finding friends her age who support her. But finding the calling card seems to confirm his worst fears.

FUTABA'S VA IN THIS IS AMAZING BTW she is palpably trying to explain something very emotional while staving off a fucking meltdown and the way she struggles to control her words is like-- I HAVE BEEN HERE. I HAVE DONE THIS EXACT STACCATO SPEECH PATTERN.

It's fabulous.

I was straight up ready to fess up but Sojiro doesn't Get It and seems to think Reverie is just linked to the Thieves somehow

i wanna crush Futaba against my chest and hug her for about an hour

YOU ARE MY DAD, YOU'RE MY DAD, BOOGIE WOOGIE WOOGIE

gurrrrrrl, same tho

The Thieves meet up the next day to go over everything they know before giving Akechi an answer. Makoto lays out that all of this, the hacking, the manipulation of the media, the way Okumura was placed in their path, the hype cycle around the Thieves, it was all a huge set-up and set-ups like that take money and resources to happen. Ergo, the person they're up against is no Republic serial villain, they're either an extremely powerful individual or a whole organization.

Also there is a 30 million yen reward for details about them now.

Yes I know I'm a huge bitch and I loudly dislike Ryuji and I have been screaming for tens of hours now what he and Mishima are broadly to blame for all of this shit happening.

It's deeply satisfying to see the rubber band finally snap back as the weight of his actions falls on him. Yeah, he's like 16, 17, but he's been toying with people's hearts and minds like it's a game to win. It's turned him into a kinda terrible dude, so the clarity hitting him this hard is actually reassuring. Somewhere in that brain, he knows the gravity of this fuck up, he knows he's gone astray. Not even led astray, he was hyped for fame all the way back before Madarame. First a desire for recognition, sure, but it grew into a ravenous monster appetite for infamy and all the perks that come with it.

I'm just relieved that the fucking hours upon hours of dealing with his horseshit was actually building to something. That doesn't make me like him, but it makes me feel satisfied that all of that was intentional.

Now if we can just get Mishima in on this shit.

Good for you, realization of the self is the first step to changing the self. Now please: grow as a fucking person, i'm begging you.

Also he apologizes for his outburst scaring Ann and Haru.

Still nothing for Morgana, so that ship has sunk.

oh btw in case you don't believe me, here is Mishima literally saying "kek".

we should have stolen his fucking heart when we had the chance, jesus fuck

[lost-technology]

I was about to respond to someone directly on their thoughts in the ether, but I decided that I didn't want to harsh their buzz or cause a fight, so I'll just let out my thoughts here. Someone was talking about Wolfwood's grief-reaction in Badlands Rumble to thinking that Vash died. How he wrecked the red fridge in his hotel room (I also see red things and think of Vash. I've had a few things named "Vash" because they were red - good thing Wolfwood wasn't anywhere near my old tower computer). How he donned Vash's sunglasses to go to battle. Vashwooders point to that and go PROOF OF THE SHIP! and I'm like, huh? Really now. I don't think it's just because I'm an asexual. I think if people want to use that as romantic subtext, it's fine. I just think that it's proof of closeness, whatever the form. This is a problem I have with fandom in general, actually - people taking any and every interaction and making an entire thing on it and acting like people who see things differently are wrong. I am going to share a sad story now. I lost someone very dear to me this year. A found-family / chosen family nephew who was also my best friend. (An adult). This was back in January. A huge part of my grief-reaction early on was anger... like pure unfiltered rage without direction. I didn't put my fist through a fridge but I did other things. I screamed at so many people who did not deserve it. I actually had to quit the fast food job I had at the time because I feared that I was going to beat this one snide high school kid who worked there who liked to purposefully antagonize me upside the head with a greasy spatula and decided that getting therapy was better than getting an assault charge. (He did not know my situation, he was just a jerk in general, but I knew that he would be evil if he knew and I was just... not well). Another part of my grief reaction and subsequent healing has been surrounding myself with Eevees. I spent many days doing a canvas painting of a frolicking Eevee. I made careful displays of my nephew's Eevee figurines. We bought a big Eevee-plush for his memorial service that now lives on my bed. This was because my nephew loved Eevees and I associated Eevee as his icon. Either that or Optimus Prime. I can tell you absolutely that if my nephew had been murdered by a bandit rather than a random heart attack and it was time for me to go to battle to bring said bandit-gang to justice, I'd be ornamented with every Eevee-related item I have in his honor. We never banged. We never wanted to bang. We were Aunt and Nephew. We were peas in a pod geeks. And I think that is lost to people in fiction fandom sometimes - the value and importance and even the possibility of other kinds of relationships. I think it's because our society puts so much importance on romance and sex that all else is forgotten. It is perfectly okay to see certain Vash and Wolfwood interactions and reactions to each other as romantic. I know full well that my little Vash x Meryl heart SOARED during that scene in Stampede where Vash comes out of his Plant-coma and tells Meryl that he heard her (Rem's) voice through her / "I heard your voice, too." depending on whether you're watching dub or sub. I don't think it makes Vash x Meryl canon in any way and the relationship is just as easily friends / "Hey, some humans like me!" But, yes, I understand the impulse. It's just... it's not the only way to interpret it or "irrefutable proof" for all fans.

[koreposion]

Thinking about Red

Smoked wood and sweet cherries

You sat there on the bed while kicking your feet and scrolling through social media. Nothing exciting was happening besides the usual potentially world ending event. At this point you were used to ignoring things like that to better your mental health over all.

There is no point planning for doomsday in this day and age.

Besides that, your online time was spent coming across little gems of videos. Text post jokes that got genuine laughter to leave you. You sent some of them to Red, your... roommate? Partner? You both never really bothered to put a label on your relationship because it always seemed like too much.

Both of you just wished for something cozy and uneventful, considering both of your mundane jobs. He works as a teacher and you work at a library. There is a day or two where you both get pleasure and displeasure in equal measures. Overall it's just day to day life that you both live with each other's company.

There is then the sound of a laugh track as the front door opens and closes. Red has gotten home and already has his phone pulled out. You could tell the moment you heard the laugh track that he plays on his soundboard. Ever since he got a phone he's been pulling all sorts of goofs and jokes on you.

You'd tell him to stop but he probably would take it to the next level.

"Honey 'm home!" He exclaimed as he walks into the living room setting his things down before ending up at your bedroom's doorframe, "Miss me, Doll?"

His pet name rolls off his tongue as smoke leaves his mouth. The smell of sharp cherries and firewood filling the air as he fills the emptiness with his presence.

"Course I missed ya." You say with a grin and make space for him on your bed. You pat a spot in which he can lay and he takes your offer. He kicks off his sneakers lazily before flopping down onto your bed. It creaks from his weight and you feel yourself lose balance as you roll into him.

"So why'd you stay out so late?" You asked him as he put away his phone and took a drag of his cigar.

"Would ya believe me if I said I got to meet the parents of my lil hell beasts?" He questions you with a big toothy grin, a golden tooth shines at you.

"I'd believe you." A casual reply as you lay your body on top of his playfully.

"Well then I lied, that's not what happened." Chuckling he puts out his cigar on his bone, snuffing out the fire and leaving ashes behind, "There was an after school program that they wanted me to supervise. Something bout, 'showing that everyone is kind' or whateva schools pretend to teach."

You hum in understanding as he says this. You get the feeling of being used as unity bait from the library. There are pictures of you up in the children and teen areas. It would have been more annoying if they just took those pictures and didn't pay you. At least the head librarian was kind.

"Ha! Loser, you got used for propaganda." You laugh at him playfully, rolling your body over his. You lay on his stomach and look at him and his expression.

He seems unamused before it gives way to his iconic grin. He chuckles before letting out a gut busting laugh. The irony of the joke not being lost on him as he holds onto you.

"Yeah, and m' not getting paid for it. Next time I just might skip out so I can come see ya sooner, Doll." He says while pulling you closer to his face, he then nuzzles you. A low rumble leaves him as his cat-like mannerisms cause him to purr.

You always love the sound of it and nuzzle back. Feeling the way he shook your body gently with his purrs.

"You know I don't like not knowin' where you are." You mention to him what must be for the hundredth time.

" It'd be real shitty if I just stopped showin' up and payin' rent." A joke but he does take what you say to heart, a soft blush appearing on his face, "Don't worry, I can take care of myself and I know you can take care of you."

"Just remember-"

"Ta let ya know if I need help, I know!" He finishes your sentence with a roll of his eyelight, "With the way yur harping over me I might think yer in love with me or somethin'."

With that we both go quiet as we stare into each other's eyes. The scent of firewood and cherries still lingering in the air as it mixes with the smell of your bedroom. Your heartbeat is loud even against his low rumbling purrs.

"You're lucky that I do." You say simply before giving him a kiss to the cheek.

"Ah, yer right..." He starts off as he looks away to avoid your gaze, "I don't know what I'd do without ya, Doll."

[prodigez]

you did it... you really did it. i knew it all along. i had ultimate faith in no. no doubt in my mind that you would win. i promised you a big post and here i am delivering.

i could go on and on about how you inspire me and how this win is uplifting and it's pushing me to achieve all that i wish for.. but i'm not going to. i'm going to share my top ten songs on spotify right now. listen if you want to but i highly recommend you do.. there's a bunch of kpop, SUE ME, but yeah imagine what colby has to deal with, IT'S GOOD THOUGH. anyways.

okay starting off with kpop, BUT IF YOU'RE LOOKING FOR A FUN WORKOUT SONG OH MY GOD. IMAGINE THIS SONG PLAYING RIGHT AFTER YOU ONE TONIGHT. SLOW IT DOWN MAKE IT BOUNCY !!!!!! just look at the material.

2. okay you caught me, another kpop song. but LISTEN, this one is sexy. say you wanna celebrate this humongous win with someone special... play this joint and you're IN. OH MY OH MY GOD THIS BLOODS PUMPING CRAZY!!!! OH MY OH MY GOD CUZ I KNOW YOU'LL SAVE ME!!

3. A CLASSSSSIC. IF YOU DON'T KNOW OR LIKE THIS SONG, GET HELP I'M SO SERIOUS. fun fact, a silly little middle school bf of mine that lasted four days dedicated this song to me.

4. only good thing to come out of that god forsaken show, i'm so serious. could do without the weeknd's part. i'm the biggest the weeknd anti alive.

5. LOOK AT ME LOOK AT ME!! i'm naked :3 SHE ATE. LITERALLY DOJA CAT >> EVERYONE. if you have listened yet, drop what you're doing right now and listen RIGHT NOW.

6. BLOOD SUCKER FAME FUCKER BLEEDING ME DRY LIKE A GOD DAMN VAMPIRE!! INSANEEEE. makes me feel like i'm mourning like i'm not as happy as can be. isn't it crazy i'm only like one year older than her. FEEL OLD?

7. if we're talking about CLASSICS????? OH MY GOD. this is... just.... perfection. pops up on my top 10 at least once a year. i think music was truly created when this song came out. TIMEEEEE FLIEEEES BYYYY THEY ALL SING ALONG!!!

8. TREAT ME LIKE WHITE TEESS DON'T GET ME DIRTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

9. AND we're back to kpop but WAIT..... this could be tonights theme... HEEAAAR THE PEOPLE CALL MY NAME!!! HEREEEEE I'M ON THE HALL OF FAMEEEEE UNVEIL THE RUMBLINGS!!!! TRAILSSSS OF HUSTLING *KOREAN* SHAKING THE INDUSTRY QUAKING REALITY MAKING IT ICONIC...

10. i have no words for this bop you just gotta listen i swear.

so uhh yea. congrats.

@strksbby

[forgetmenautical]

just changed my icon on the school districts website for the first time since like 7th grade. goodbye kirishima mha hello pokemon rumble garchomp model

[basedkikuenjoyer]

Because we Stan Baroque Works here, can't not show a little love to their role in the rumble! Since we're talking weird stuff bleeding over...nice Vegapunk hat Goldie. Glad you're keeping that. Oh my, imagine how much chaos Colors Trap could cause in a big scrum like this. Also love Bon mixing up the girl's top & guy's jacket. Kinda wish Marianne had her cloudy overshirt but I guess it'd muddle Mr. 2, especially with Valentine rocking a similar look. Now how about Paula in the old school long delinquent dress? I'm in love, iconic choice. But you know where my bread gets buttered...

Miss Goldenweek as exasperated as she can muster. Legend.

[sexypinkon]

Sexypink - Rest in Power Kwame Braithwaite - Making BLACK LIVES MATTER long before the slogan existed.

[seitmai]

Ahhhh the wedding is here!! 🥳

"The best part about our wedding venue is that it's free," you whispered. "The worst part is that we had to clean it ourselves." "But on Saturday, we'll be married. So it's worth it."

100% worth it

You were expecting his stomach to start growling at any moment, and you were prepared to make some sandwiches when necessary.

She truly is ready to be Bradley’s wife

In a shocking turn of events, Marty and Ruby got married over spring break in Las Vegas after going on just six dates. Actually, when you considered that they probably fell in love the day they met, it wasn't that shocking at all.

Iconic hahah I love that for they! 👏🏻

"Marty was like a wizard with that scrub brush today. I don't think there's anything he can't do," Bradley said, mirroring your yawn with one of his own.

Marty is just the MVP

Your fingers dragged through his wavy hair before tracing the scars on his cheek. "If I change my name." A little pout appeared on his lips, and you leaned down to kiss it away.

He wants her to have his name, but not in an owning way but rather in a "I really wanna share a name together" thing

He wasn't exactly nervous about the wedding, but he was a little anxious. He wanted to get married and settle into things before your school year started. And before he left again for deployment. You always seemed to have more patience for his career than he did, but he wanted to be selfish and have some time at home while he was still a newlywed. And that didn't even account for the upcoming week in Paris.

I feel like he is antsy tk get married

He was happy. So fucking happy. And that was the bottom line. He was too busy being happy to think about his scars or worry about reading his wedding vows from a piece of paper. He fell in love with you through notes, emails and letters, but today he was going off script. "I am happy, Edith. Happier than I ever expected to be."

🥹🥹🥹

She planted her hands on her hips in her cute, green dress. "This is going to be the perfect wedding. A quick ceremony followed by spaghetti and meatballs catered from the best restaurant in San Diego. This is how everyone should get married."

This is so them and absolutely perfect

"I told Marty the ceremony needs to be quick, because Bradley's stomach will growl the whole time otherwise. I don't like it when he has to go too long without eating," you murmured, looking down at the fabric that cascaded along your new shoes.

Valid concern hahah

"Nothing," she whispered, shaking her head and sniffing. "It's just that you get him. You understand him." She took a deep breath and added, "Bradley seems big and boisterous, but he's actually really sensitive. And he needs someone to look after him and make sure he eats enough. That's the kind of shit he needs. Not someone who is always mad at him for having feelings. He needs you, because you love him back as much as he loves you." Then you heard the sound of a piano playing in the distance and knew you needed to start walking toward the playground. "Take care of him. And let him take care of you," Natasha said. 

🥹🥰🥹🥰🥹

"Oh no!" Violet gasped. "You're supposed to do that at the end!" Bradley laughed against your lips, and you turned your head to really take a good look at all the kids. They were all there with parents, some of whom had been at Career Day. And they were dressed up and looked adorable. You were going to miss them next year when they were in fifth grade. "I promise we'll do it again at the end," Bradley laughed, his voice a deep rumble against your palm.

Bradley will kiss her however often the kiddos want (+ some more)

"Well, regardless, you told me to keep this quick," Marty said. You could already smell the spaghetti and knew for sure Bradley was hungry. "So quick it shall be." He cleared his throat and said, "I'm pretty sure I knew Lieutenant Bradshaw was in love before he knew it himself. I've overlapped with him on several deployments over the past eight years, and he always seemed a little bit lonely." You laced your fingers with Bradley's and leaned against his shoulder as Marty continued. "Until last year when he asked for my permission to take some photos and videos of me working on an engine rebuild. I told him I didn't mind, and then he divulged that it was for a fourth grade class back in California. My immediate assumption was that he was dating a teacher, but he told me he was just writing to some new pen pals. By the end of that long deployment, he told me he'd fallen for their teacher and couldn't wait to meet her."

Marty is the perfect person to officiate them, he fits like a puzzle piece in their story

"We helped though," called Jayden, and you started laughing.  "That's also very true," Bradley confirmed. "Couldn't have pulled this off without all eighteen of you."

Yes 100%!! They should claim their glory

You laughed when he kissed your forehead again. "I was falling in love with you, too. But imagine my surprise when your deployment was ending and you asked me out. And then you made my students and I a priority the very first day you were back. And you've made me a priority ever since. Bradley, the butterflies don't stop, and I don't want them to." He nodded. "I want you to have them forever. I promise I'll try to make that happen." "I know you will," you whispered. "And I promise to dispose of all the spiders for you." He barked out a laugh. "And I will always say your name just to watch you melt a little bit. And I promise to talk aviation to you and always make sure you eat and always say I love you."

🥹🥹🥹

"I know, Gorgeous. It overwhelms me, too. You already have my heart. You own it. Everything I have to offer is yours. I just ask for three things in return." You pressed your lips together to keep from sobbing. "First, I'm so serious about the spiders, okay? If you see one, don't even tell me about it, just make it go away, alright?" You nodded and laughed through your tears. "Second, I need you onboard with movie nights on the little couch forever. I like that you end up laying on me because there's not enough room. I like staying in for the night with you." Bradley smiled and leaned a little closer. "Number three. I just need you to talk to me. However you can. Let me hear your voice. Email me. Text me or call me. Write me a letter or fill up a journal. Anything. All of it. I just need you to talk to me no matter where I am. I'm pretty sure that will get me through anything."

I am melting 🥹🥰🫠

You could hear your former fourth graders all cheering, and then Marty said, "I guess as far as I'm concerned, you're married."

Haha so random as a closing, I love it 😂

 You were wrapped up in Bradley's warm grasp as he kissed you until Natasha had to say, "There are children present!" When he finally pulled away, you watched his eyes grow wide.

Whoops someone got a little carried away 🤭

"We forgot the wedding bands." He dug around in his pocket and pulled them out, slipping yours into place right away. "I want mine on, too. Been looking forward to wearing it for weeks."

He gas been waiting to wear that ring

He held out the pastry for you to nibble on as he said, "Paris isn't just the city of love and the city of sex. It's also the city of food."

Lmao Bradley, I have a feeling that this is gonna be the tagine for every destination that they gonna travel together 🤔😅

"We can come back tomorrow!" you said with a laugh. "We're in Paris for three more days, Bradley." "I love the way you think, Baby," he replied with a nod. "We'll take a bunch back now, and then we'll come back tomorrow."

I love Bradley's love for food

I'm sad that's it's over but I'm excited for the epilog 🤗

Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw Part 28 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: As your school year fades into summer break, your wedding day approaches. Before your fourth graders move to fifth grade, you and Bradley invite the pen pals along for the big day.

Warnings: fluff, adult language, smut, Bradley being husband material, 18+

Length: 3400 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female teacher!Reader

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That summer...

"The best part about our wedding venue is that it's free," you whispered. "The worst part is that we had to clean it ourselves."

"Agreed," Bradley replied with a groan.

You were exhausted, both physically and mentally, and now you were sprawled out mostly on top of Bradley on the living room couch which was too small even for him alone. His big hand was heavy where it rested on your back, and his voice was a deep rumble in his chest.

"But on Saturday, we'll be married. So it's worth it."

His words warmed you as you snuggled a little closer. Both of you could use a shower after the day you had, but you didn't even make it that far yet. As soon as you walked inside, this is where you ended up. You were expecting his stomach to start growling at any moment, and you were prepared to make some sandwiches when necessary.

"It was nice of Nat, Marty and Ruby to help us get things ready," you told him with a yawn. 

In a shocking turn of events, Marty and Ruby got married over spring break in Las Vegas after going on just six dates. Actually, when you considered that they probably fell in love the day they met, it wasn't that shocking at all. People told you all the time they were surprised you were marrying Bradley a year after you blindly mailed a box to an unknown Naval aviator, but to you, it all felt exactly right.

"Marty was like a wizard with that scrub brush today. I don't think there's anything he can't do," Bradley said, mirroring your yawn with one of his own. "Are all of your kiddos coming on Saturday?"

"Mmm... most of them, yeah. And don't forget, you have to drive Edith up with you."

"I won't forget. She's a pretty integral part to our day, Gorgeous," he muttered, and sure enough his stomach began to rumble. "Damn, I was hoping I'd make it to the shower with you first." He gave your rear end a squeeze. "I haven't seen you naked since this morning."

You groaned and started to ease your body away from him and stood. "You'll see plenty of that when we're in Paris."

"I better," he replied, one eyebrow cocked as he examined you in your filthy old jeans and one of his ratty undershirts. "You look damn good, Mrs. Bradshaw. You'll need a new name tag for your classroom door when school starts in August."

Your fingers dragged through his wavy hair before tracing the scars on his cheek. "If I change my name." A little pout appeared on his lips, and you leaned down to kiss it away. "Come on and have a sandwich before we get cleaned up, Handsome."

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Bradley had much less responsibility on Saturday than you did. He had to put on his dress whites, fix his hair, and drive Edith up to Mira Mesa with him. You on the other hand left with Natasha first thing in the morning after demanding Bradley not even look at you. Apparently that was bad luck, but he'd already been watching you sleep peacefully when he woke around dawn before falling asleep again.

He wasn't exactly nervous about the wedding, but he was a little anxious. He wanted to get married and settle into things before your school year started. And before he left again for deployment. You always seemed to have more patience for his career than he did, but he wanted to be selfish and have some time at home while he was still a newlywed. And that didn't even account for the upcoming week in Paris.

While he was in the bathroom, running his fingers through his damp hair, Bradley examined his freshly shaven cheeks. Sometimes he forgot about his facial scars. You always looked at him like he was flawless, and now it rarely occurred to him to be overly self conscious about it. But they were there, and you had kissed all over them last night before bed while you teased him about what you wrote for your wedding vows.

He didn't bother to write his down. What would be the point in that? He could hardly ever shut up about how much he loved you, so he would just say what was on his mind when the time came. The ceremony was going to be quick anyway since Marty was officiating. Bradley could tell the reserved, older man only agreed to do it for the sake of friendship, and you told him he could keep it very short. 

As he pulled his white uniform on, Bradley smiled, knowing he'd have you back in bed this evening before leaving insanely early to go to the airport in the morning. When be was all set, he grabbed the wedding bands from the dresser, and headed over to get Edith.

She was wearing a purple dress and had her sheet music with her, and Bradley realized that other than Nat, she was the closest thing to a family member that he would have with him today. "Thanks for coming up to Mira Mesa, Edith," he said, opening the passenger door of his Bronco for her.

She looked delighted. "It's my pleasure. I'm just so pleased you asked me to be there. And you look so handsome, Bradley. And very happy."

He was happy. So fucking happy. And that was the bottom line. He was too busy being happy to think about his scars or worry about reading his wedding vows from a piece of paper. He fell in love with you through notes, emails and letters, but today he was going off script.

"I am happy, Edith. Happier than I ever expected to be."

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"God, you look like a dream," Natasha gushed, fluffing out the bottom of your simple wedding dress before adjusting the straps along your shoulders. "Your makeup is beautiful, and your hair is perfect. Bradley is going to piss his pants when he sees you."

"Hopefully not while he's in his dress whites," you replied, making her crack up while she took a step back to inspect you one last time.

She planted her hands on her hips in her cute, green dress. "This is going to be the perfect wedding. A quick ceremony followed by spaghetti and meatballs catered from the best restaurant in San Diego. This is how everyone should get married."

"I told Marty the ceremony needs to be quick, because Bradley's stomach will growl the whole time otherwise. I don't like it when he has to go too long without eating," you murmured, looking down at the fabric that cascaded along your new shoes. When you looked up again, Natasha was leaning with one shoulder against the brick exterior of your elementary school and wiping tears from her eyes. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she whispered, shaking her head and sniffing. "It's just that you get him. You understand him." She took a deep breath and added, "Bradley seems big and boisterous, but he's actually really sensitive. And he needs someone to look after him and make sure he eats enough. That's the kind of shit he needs. Not someone who is always mad at him for having feelings. He needs you, because you love him back as much as he loves you."

"Natasha," you gasped, reaching for her as tears stung your eyes. She had known Bradley for so many years, and her words made your heart swell with even more happiness. "I do love him. So much," you whispered as she squeezed you tight.

Then you heard the sound of a piano playing in the distance and knew you needed to start walking toward the playground. "Take care of him. And let him take care of you," Natasha said. 

She wiped her tears on her sleeve as she gently guided you across the asphalt and handed you a bouquet of flowers. Your wedding vows were folded up into a paper airplane amongst the blooms that came from the florist Bradley used for your surprise bouquet when he was last deployed. Your heart beat a little faster as Natasha headed away from you and turned at the corner of the building, and then it was your turn to start walking.

The first thing you saw was the parking lot where Bradley's Bronco sat next to the Salvatore's catering van. Then the small, outdoor lunch pavilion came into view, which Ruby spent the morning decorating with fresh flowers, paper airplanes, and the fanciest disposable tableware you could find. Then you saw all of the kids from your class last year, and you smiled as they all waved and shouted your name.

But when you finally saw the playground equipment, Bradley was standing there in his dress whites surrounded by his friends and your friends and Maverick and Ruby. And his smile was so bright as you ran to him while Edith played the piano in the auditorium with all the windows open. It was a medley of love songs, but none of them compared to the love you felt when you were in Bradley's arms.

"Hey, Gorgeous," he whispered, scooping you up when you reached him, crushing the flowers between your body and his. "You look so pretty."

His dress whites were a bit scratchy against your skin, and this was the only time you'd seen him wearing them other than that one night last month that turned into some role playing after he tried them on. He always took your breath away. Since the first moment he wrote back to your letter, you just wanted more of him. You couldn't help but kiss him.

"Oh no!" Violet gasped. "You're supposed to do that at the end!"

Bradley laughed against your lips, and you turned your head to really take a good look at all the kids. They were all there with parents, some of whom had been at Career Day. And they were dressed up and looked adorable. You were going to miss them next year when they were in fifth grade.

"I promise we'll do it again at the end," Bradley laughed, his voice a deep rumble against your palm.

Then the piano music came to a stop, and Edith came shuffling outside as Marty introduced himself to everyone. 

"I'm sure the kids all remember you, Marty," you assured him. "You were the coolest adult at Career Day."

"Hey," Bradley complained as he tried to straighten out your flowers.

"I meant second coolest adult at Career Day," you amended, and now both Marty and Bradley were smiling.

"Well, regardless, you told me to keep this quick," Marty said. You could already smell the spaghetti and knew for sure Bradley was hungry. "So quick it shall be." He cleared his throat and said, "I'm pretty sure I knew Lieutenant Bradshaw was in love before he knew it himself. I've overlapped with him on several deployments over the past eight years, and he always seemed a little bit lonely." You laced your fingers with Bradley's and leaned against his shoulder as Marty continued. "Until last year when he asked for my permission to take some photos and videos of me working on an engine rebuild. I told him I didn't mind, and then he divulged that it was for a fourth grade class back in California. My immediate assumption was that he was dating a teacher, but he told me he was just writing to some new pen pals. By the end of that long deployment, he told me he'd fallen for their teacher and couldn't wait to meet her."

"That's the absolute truth," Bradley murmured, his lips pressed to your forehead.

"We helped though," called Jayden, and you started laughing. 

"That's also very true," Bradley confirmed. "Couldn't have pulled this off without all eighteen of you."

Marty shrugged. "That's pretty much all I have to say. It's so obvious that the two of you are made for each other. And I'm happy my friend isn't lonely anymore. Oh, and thanks for introducing me to Ruby." He blushed as he looked at his wife who then blew him a kiss. "Uh, so you can probably say some vows if you want to."

"Right," you agreed, handing your flowers to Bradley as you pulled the paper airplane from between two roses. 

"Nice touch," he told you as you unfolded it, and he was all smiles when you looked up into his brown eyes.

"I learned from the best." You smoothed the page out in your hands. Your handwriting looked a little blurry as you realized there were tears in your eyes. After you read the few words you'd written from your heart, Bradley would do the same. And then you'd be married. You were almost dizzy with anticipation as you grinned up at him in his white hat which was slightly crooked now. "Bradley. You give me these butterflies in my tummy. All the time. From the very start. At first, I thought it was just a novelty. An extremely attractive man was taking time out of his day to humor me and my students? Butterflies galore." Bradley ducked his head and blushed, and when you reached up to touch his name tag, he met your gaze again. "But then I noticed a pattern. I felt them anytime I shamelessly thought about you. Whenever I reread your letters. When I refreshed my inbox hoping for a little note. When a box arrived for my class. Butterflies."

"Gorgeous," he whispered, cheeks still pink. "Baby, I was falling in love with you."

You laughed when he kissed your forehead again. "I was falling in love with you, too. But imagine my surprise when your deployment was ending and you asked me out. And then you made my students and I a priority the very first day you were back. And you've made me a priority ever since. Bradley, the butterflies don't stop, and I don't want them to."

He nodded. "I want you to have them forever. I promise I'll try to make that happen."

"I know you will," you whispered. "And I promise to dispose of all the spiders for you." He barked out a laugh. "And I will always say your name just to watch you melt a little bit. And I promise to talk aviation to you and always make sure you eat and always say I love you."

"Well, shit," he grunted, then his eyes went wide as he glanced at the kids and back to your face. "I mean, shoot. All of that sounds like everything I want." He cleared his throat, and you took your flowers back from his big hand. "I didn't actually write my vows down, because they are simple. They are never going to change. Sure, we got to know each other by writing and typing out our thoughts and feelings. And yeah, I still love getting a notification on my phone and reading what you sent to me. But nothing compares to hearing your voice. Nothing compares to how good I feel when I can tell you how much I love you in person."

"Bradley," you whispered, eyes and nose burning with unshed tears.

"I know, Gorgeous. It overwhelms me, too. You already have my heart. You own it. Everything I have to offer is yours. I just ask for three things in return." You pressed your lips together to keep from sobbing. "First, I'm so serious about the spiders, okay? If you see one, don't even tell me about it, just make it go away, alright?" You nodded and laughed through your tears. "Second, I need you onboard with movie nights on the little couch forever. I like that you end up laying on me because there's not enough room. I like staying in for the night with you."

"It's my favorite," you whispered. "Let's do it forever. What's number three?"

Bradley smiled and leaned a little closer. "Number three. I just need you to talk to me. However you can. Let me hear your voice. Email me. Text me or call me. Write me a letter or fill up a journal. Anything. All of it. I just need you to talk to me no matter where I am. I'm pretty sure that will get me through anything."

You were nodding in agreement as you thrust your bouquet at Marty and threw your arms around Bradley's neck. When your lips met his, you felt the butterflies. "I can do that," you promised before he kissed you harder. 

You could hear your former fourth graders all cheering, and then Marty said, "I guess as far as I'm concerned, you're married." 

You were wrapped up in Bradley's warm grasp as he kissed you until Natasha had to say, "There are children present!" When he finally pulled away, you watched his eyes grow wide.

"We forgot the wedding bands." He dug around in his pocket and pulled them out, slipping yours into place right away. "I want mine on, too. Been looking forward to wearing it for weeks."

"I know you have," you told him, lingering on the feel of his rough hand against yours as you slide it on. "It looks good on you. Now, I think it's time for you to have some spaghetti."

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Bradley moaned as he bit into a chocolate pastry that melted in his mouth. It was buttery and delicious, and about to be topped off by the cup of coffee in front of him. "I was wrong," he grunted.

You looked at him across the cafe table, tucked under the awning and out of the rain that landed on the cobblestone street ten feet away. "Wrong about what?" you asked, brow creased in concern.

He held out the pastry for you to nibble on as he said, "Paris isn't just the city of love and the city of sex. It's also the city of food."

You laughed and covered your mouth as you chewed. "You've had plenty of all three since we got here, Bradley."

"I sure have," he agreed, thinking about all the frilly French lingerie inside the shopping bag at your feet. "And I would really like to have some more of each."

"And here I was concerned you'd miss Thai dinners on the beach and the food at Salvatore's."

"Oh! I should talk to them about putting chocolate pastries on their menu."

"You would bug to go there every day."

"Nah," he said, taking a sip of the best coffee he'd ever had. "Not every day. Nothing beats hanging out on our couch. Now, how many of these should we take back to the hotel?" he asked, holding up the last bit of the snack before popping it into his mouth. He moaned as it melted away on his tongue. "I'm just going to go inside and have them pack up whatever they have left."

"We can come back tomorrow!" you said with a laugh. "We're in Paris for three more days, Bradley."

"I love the way you think, Baby," he replied with a nod. "We'll take a bunch back now, and then we'll come back tomorrow."

When you and he headed out into the rain, he kept you tucked against his side along with the box of pastries and the bag of lingerie while he held the umbrella. 

"Looks like there's nothing much to do for the rest of the afternoon," you said casually. "Seems like a pretty good time for you to have more love and sex and food."

"Let's go, Mrs. Bradshaw. I think you have some things to try on for me."Thirty minutes later, all the lingerie you tried on was already removed again, but only after he'd taken some pictures. And now you and he were doing the same thing you'd done at least once per day since you checked into the hotel room which overlooked the Champs-Élysées and the Eiffel Tower beyond.

"Oh god," you moaned, on your hands and knees, naked on the bed. Bradley had his hands on your hips, holding you still so you could enjoy the view of the rainy city while he fucked you from behind. "It's so pretty here," you whined.

"Look at me, Baby," he coaxed, running his left hand complete with wedding band up along your back. He stroked your neck as you turned your head to show him your beautiful face and fucked out expression over your shoulder. "It's Gorgeous."

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"Budapest Sightseeing Aboard the Kisfaludy Paddle Steamer: A Retro Ride You Didn't Know You Needed"

Ah, the Kisfaludy, a true marvel of engineering from the Reform Era—or at least a nostalgic replica of it, now shamelessly peddling romanticized history on the Danube. Step aboard this paddle steamer, and prepare to be transported back in time... to an era when people didn’t have smartphones to scroll while ignoring the breathtaking views. That’s right, this is Budapest sightseeing done the old-fashioned way—if the old-fashioned way included safety railings, suspiciously shiny wood paneling, and ticket prices that would make a Reform Age aristocrat faint.

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