#and this was doing pretty well on my tiktok so I thought someone is bound to appreciate it here

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NSFW Alphabet - Luca The Bear

summary: nsfw/sfw-ish, back on my will poulter tip, luca stans come get ya'll juice. like & comment to be tagged in future work. inbox is open!

A - Appetite

Luca has a bit of an insatiable appetite. Whether it’s for his passion for baking or for food in general, his desire is endless. Especially when it comes to you. A little bit gluttonous, even a little bit greedy you would say, pulling countless orgasms after orgasms from you truly never enough for this man. Luca’s appetite truly has no bounds

B - Body part(favorite body parts)

If someone had told you that a set of beefy, strong, broad shoulders could easily have you flooding in your panties would have had you laughing but now, whenever Luca is in your presence that’s where your eyes go first before your mind starts coming up with thoughts of having your legs hiked up and tossed over those same shoulders while he’s pounding you into the mattress

For Luca, it’s simple, your ass and thighs. gripping, squeezing, caressing, kneading, spanking, whatever his hands are always going to find a way near you.

C - Cream

Luca’s favorite cream is the one you leave right at the base of his cock when he fucks you just right. there’s nothing better to him tbh.

Another favorite of his is creampies. He loves the feeling of his cock swelling in your tight walls before stuffing you full of his cum, and pulling out just to watch his thick white cum leaking out of you before using his fingers to push it back in to keep you full of all of him.

D - Dining

The best way Luca gets any inspiration to create, he has to go and try new things, and he loves trying them with you. he rarely says no to trying new food spots that you found on tiktok, just don't be upset by his brutal honesty on the shittier places

E - Eggperience(get it? cause he's a chef)

Luca has some experience but he's not really the type to sleep around often, only 3 random hookups and 2 serious relationships so he has an idea of what he's doing in the bedroom but getting to learn your body and what turns you is the real reward for him.

F - Favorite Position

Doggy style or you riding him. His hands are constantly gripping and squeezing at your perfect body in any position really. The first time you rode him felt like an out-of-body experience, there were literal hearts in his eyes watching you bounce up and down on his cock with your tits in his face. Loud moans and whines leave your lips about how he's so fucking big and making you feel good.

Doggystyle is another one of his favorites since he can bend you over the nearest counter so easily and have you gushing in minutes. one of his hands wrapped around your neck while the other grips your ass, bringing you back to meet his powerful thrust that has your eyes rolling back and mouth drooling.

G - Goofy (Are they serious during sex?)

Luca can be pretty intense when it comes to intimacy but he can be a little bit mischievous if you've been acting like a brat tbh.

H - Hair (How well groomed are they?)

There's some hair just around the base of his cock but he's fairly well groomed for the most part. Luca doesn't really care whether you're fully shaved or trimmed.

I - Intimacy

Luca is actually pretty passionate during sex. Though his thrust is still powerful and with purpose in each roll of his hips. He'll need your body close, his face buried into your neck while he whispers absolute filth in your ear.

J - Jerk Off (Do they masturbate?)

Luca is a busy chef so he usually doesn't have time or is rarely in the mood to jerk off and once you two became a thing, jerking off is the further from his mind.

K - Kink

Praise kink. As mentioned before but hearing your breathless moans and whimpers about his big is and how good only he can make you feel, that he's the best? It sends his ego through the roof. He will also praise you or pet names, calling you his "good girl" "darling" or "doll"

Aftercare. It's not really a kink but it's something that he takes seriously. Luca knows that he can be rough so comfort and happiness are always his top priorities, getting you cleaned up, clothed in one of his shirts, and a late-night snack is usually part of the routine.

L - Location

His bedroom or yours, although he mostly prefers your bedroom while you actually prefer his kitchen counters.

M - Motivation (Turn Ons)

To say that you turn him on would be cheesy but you do easily turn him on. you acting like a brat or a sassy, “yes chef” gets him going. There was also one night you surprised him by wearing just his apron and nothing else. He thinks of that night often <3

N - No (Something he’d never do)

Sharing is not caring with this chef. So the idea of an open relationship or a threesome is a hard no for him. Luca doesn't want to share you and he doesn't want to be shared either.

O - Oral

Luca is a giver when it comes to oral and he loves it messy. I mentioned before that he can be a bit greedy, so he'll take his time when eating you out. Switching between flicking the tip of his tongue over your sensitive bud or sucking while he has you gushing around his fingers. Luca isn't stopping until your legs are shaking and you're left only screaming his name.

P - Pastries

Luca finds it cute when you make him something. There are only a few treats that can make his mouth water from just thinking about it and some of his favorites are made by you. He still dreams of the mont blanc chocolate pavlova you surprised him with. Eating any pastries that are made by you is the only time he's not shared with you.

You made it for him after all.

Q - Quickie (Is he into quickies?)

Totally into quickies. Luca often finds himself waking up way earlier than most but his craft does require a lot of fineness and time so he's usually up and out of bed by 3 in the morning so early morning quickies. He’s home later in the evening, tired and just exhausted from the day, a quickie before bed is not a want but a need.

R - Risk (Is he willing to try new things?)

If it doesn't involve sharing or causing you any actual harm, then he's willing to try something new once you beg him enough.

S - Smell

Luca's not a weirdo, but he has secretly sniffed you before maybe once or twice. Once when you stood in front of him in line waiting to order, chatting away about some imported Ecuadorian Chocolate you ordered when someone behind Luca bumps into him, causing him to stumble forward just a bit but successfully stopped himself but he was so close to you now, close enough that he caught a whiff of coconut and almonds. It was on his mind for the rest of the day, so much so that he got inspired to make dessert.

T = Taste

I've mentioned before but Luca can be a bit gluttonous and is rarely satisficed with one round of tasting your sweet wetness all over his tongue. Your taste alone inspired three dishes from the chef!

U = Unfair (How much they tease)

A menace actually. He's cool as a cucumber most of the time because he's already thinking ahead. Some days he'll tease you for a bit just to set the mood but there have been days where he would tease you all day, offering you cheeky remarks and lopsided smirks at you trying to get him to fuck you after teasing you all day.

V - Volume

He isn't the loudest per se but he does let out groans and grunts. Whispering dirty things in your ear about how gorgeous you look taking his cock, how good your tight walls feel, and how he wants - needs to hear you make those pretty sounds over and over again louder.

W - Wild Card (Random headcanon)

Luca is a romantic. It's hard to tell and took you a little by surprise but it's there! It's the little things that he does and the thoughtless effort he puts into ensuring that you are happy.

X - X-ray (How big is he?)

Luca is around 7 inches hard and thick god bless. He gives me the vibe that it's not that big of a deal to him what his size is but finds it amusing that you practically drool over it.

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Luca's sex drive is above average but he has more self-control to never push anything. Plus, he's often too busy to really think about the last time he got laid.

Z - Zzzz (How quickly are they asleep afterward?)

It takes him a while to fall asleep afterward so he's always up to cuddle and talk but he's mostly to head to the kitchen for a snack before getting some sleep.

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[midnightbears]

✿ tell 'em how the crowds went wild! tell 'em how i hope they shine!

⎯ in which you look back on how grateful you are for the opportunity bestowed upon you. aka: you joined the opla's cast!

#STARRING. iñaki godoy, mackenyu, jacob romero, taz skylar, emily rudd ft. fem!reader [elle fanning 4 faceclaim but u can imagine y/n anyway u wish!].

#TAGS. sfw, kind of context, a bit of smau but its tiny. mentions of covid just in case it's triggering?

#NOTE. pardon my rusty writing but i really wanted to get this out!!! i added an oc from one piece for the sake of the story but she's barely mentioned so uuuh yuh! timeline may be wrong but i work with what i'm given please bear with me. let me know if you would like more fics of this y/n??? ALSO IGNORE THE WATERMARKS ON THE PHOTOS I NEEDED TO MAKE THEM NEATER

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In the past, if someone were to come up to you and tell you that you’d be a part of the One Piece Live Action main cast in the future, you would’ve probably laughed in their faces despite your wishful thinking.

At that time, you were content with your work, doing short theatre plays with companies or gaining minor roles in musicals. Everything changed when you landed the role for the one-woman show Fleabag for a limited time on London’s West End after the leading actress underwent emergency surgery for an appendectomy. You only acted as the sex-obsessed mess of a woman for about three weeks, but it was enough time for people to notice you, to really see you.

You believed your career had reached its pinnacle when you were cast as Katherine Howard in Six: The Musical in London. Your name had become somehow well-known in the musical theatre world, and you had a small but dedicated fan base who liked uploading edits of you being a dork during the Megasix on YouTube and TikTok. 

Months later, you were bound to play as Fantine for Les Miserables when COVID abruptly struck, and you were dismayed that your job was ripped from you so abruptly. Your best friend, the sweetest person on earth, insisted on you moving in with her in fear that you’d be evicted from your apartment.

Months passed, and you eventually found a small way to help your friend pay rent by offering singing and acting lessons online to musical-aspiring teenagers. Since you had gained many followers from your earlier work on social media, it didn’t surprise you when the classes became sold out.

Your friend also convinced you to create a YouTube channel for you to upload videos of yourself (sometimes joined by her) where you watched and commented shitty movies, followed DIY tutorials just for the fun of it, performed covers of your favorite songs, and just generally vlogged your life (along with reactions to Taylor Swift’s (From The Vault) songs).

At first, you thought it was pretty stupid, but you were delightfully proved wrong when your videos harbored over 200k-300k views on a bad day, so you found no reason to stop as COVID-19 continued, growing to gain a little over five hundred thousand followers. Your reactions were often used for TikTok audios or clips, so you found your popularity growing and evolving during that year.

You believed yourself to be a general, simple woman. People liked you because you were elegant and levelheaded, although you could sometimes be chaotic. You also had a subtle sense of humor that many found charming. But mostly, you grew a steady fan base because your videos and presence comforted countless young adults and teenagers.

You were an optimist and a reassuring one, so during the times when COVID was so prominent, people sought refuge from the monstrosities of the world in your videos, where you seemed to connect with them even though you were on the other side of the screen.

However, everything changed somewhere in 2020-2021. That evening, your best friend got home from work with excitement practically oozing out of her every pore. You and your best friend were avid anime watchers and manga readers, so you couldn’t help the face you made when she told you that One Piece was getting a live-action.

Although you were skeptical, your friend practically insisted you send an audition tape. You grimaced at that. It was well-known that live anime actions were almost always corny and cringeworthy compared to the original work, and people never liked them. You had learned that much from Death Note and a couple of others. However, your best friend convinced you with this argument:

“If it’s that bad, then at least you’ll gain more followers out of the memes that people will make, and if it’s good, you’ll still get famous anyway!”

Eventually, you sent a video of you performing one of the lengthy monologues from Fleabag to your agency and simply hoped for the best. Your friend was practically rooting for you to get the role of Anastasia, one of the first integrants of the Straw Hat crew, joining before Sanji and after Usopp. You adored her as she greatly reminded you of your late mother, although you would be happy with any role.

Somewhere in November 2021, you remember a lot of screaming and crying. When you try to look back on it, all you remember is the happiness you felt when you received confirmation of the role of Anastasia. You were practically over the moon, and you and your friend celebrated inside your small apartment. You were entirely alone, just two drunk girls dancing and cheering, until one of the neighbors knocked on the ceiling with a broom.

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yourusername actually lost for words and filled to the brim with gratitude...... i cannot express how excited i am to play my girl anastasia and bring her to life. from the bottom of my heart, thank you to everyone who has supported me. your faith in me means everything. congrats to iñaki, emily, jacob, mackenyu and taz, thank you to onepiecenetflix, thank you to my best friend for convincing me to audition for the role, and thank you, oda sensei, for putting anastasia's heart in my hands. love u all <3

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November 10, 2021

y/nsfanclub.02, AAAAAAAA SO EXCITED FOR THIS I ACTUALLY CANT BELIEVE IT

⤷ starl6ighwnb, LIKE FR IM GNAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE THIS IS INSANE

user8392y3r927y, HELLO YOUR GRACE ANASTASIA

inakigo, Congrats!!!!!!!!

taz_skylar, 🔥🔥🔥

The One Piece fan base dearly loved the character of Anastasia, a well-mannered, bubbly, upbeat, fashion-loving duchess who always spoke in a Transatlantic accent but also had a quick wit and a bit of a sweet tooth. Anastasia’s dream was to become the most dangerous pirate to ever grace the seas and prove everyone who doubted her wrong.

Of course, with a big character came a big responsibility.

Sometimes, insecurity nearly got the better of you. You had to fill huge shoes, and there were many people to convince and impress. However, your love for this project was bigger than the gnawing uncertainty on the back of your neck, so you continued strongly until the end of Season One, finding comfort in your cast mates and the countless people who counted on you and, most importantly, believed in you.

Oda handpicked you, and that argument alone was enough to shoot any insecurities away.

Well, needless to say, people loved you!

Critics acclaimed your portrayal of the character, as well as the commendable chemistry you shared with the rest of the cast. The fans found it incredibly funny that your character was the complete opposite of how you actually acted in real life, and you often found yourself blissfully immersed in the fan base's love and praise.

Your channel and social media suddenly grew tenfold. Although you had stopped uploading videos every week due to the recording of season one, your followers were more than happy to wait for your return, and as one would expect, they were thrilled to have you back once you did upload a vlog explaining everything.

Over the course of the six months, you had been recording from time to time for a YouTube video in the set. Previously, you had asked the producers for permission to record some behind-the-scenes for your channel and your usual interactions with the rest of the cast with your personal Sony camera, as you felt it would be a nice way to bring the fans and the cast closer.

The producers gave the okay on the condition that you would wait until the first season aired on Netflix. You happily agreed and carefully began recording some scenes of your dressers and hairdressers as they prepared you, a few shots of your instructor showing you how you were supposed to use the guns that Anastasia employed... simple things.

Back in the day, you were still getting acquainted with the other cast members, and you didn't want to seem rude by forcibly making them appear on your videos, so you waited for a few weeks until you could properly call yourself companions. Then, you invited them to appear in the videos.

Iñaki, Taz, and Jacob liked to take advantage of the little free time they had between scenes they didn't appear in to innocently steal your camera and use it to their heart's content. One day, you got home only to find the memory card was completely full. It was an extensive video of them walking around the set, with Taz recording while Kiki and Jacob pointed out random stuff to the people who lived inside your camera, as Jacob liked to call them.

Mackenyu, being more reserved and introverted, mostly liked to act as a cameraman for you as you showed the props you used and other things, often making comments or turning the camera around whenever you referred to something.

Meanwhile, Emily had a natural knack for being in front of the camera. Whenever you asked her to join in, she effortlessly slipped into the co-host role, bantering with you and adding her own insights into the behind-the-scenes world of the show.

With the first season out of the way, you took the time to carefully pick what videos you wanted to use in the final tape, and it took you a little over a month and a half to properly edit it and turn it into a wonderful thirty-minute-long behind-the-scenes. You even sent it to the producers and your co-stars in case there was a scene they wanted deleted. Fortunately, they all gave you the okay.

You teased the video a bit on your Instagram before uploading it a few days later, and the support it received was out of this world. It gained over two million views and hundreds of thousands of likes.

You were kind of expecting this. While some BTS had already been uploaded on YouTube, yours was different because you were showing it from your perspective. The fans loved every second of it, and even started asking for a second or third part. You even saw new videos on YouTube of recompilations from your video with the titles being silly things like The One Piece Cast Being Chaotic for Seven Minutes.

At that moment, your life felt so full. You were getting contacted by industries who wanted you to appear on their videos and their stages, thousands of fans who loved you, and a feeling so peculiar that this would be eternal.

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yourusername missing my wig and my gang hours ☹️

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November 10, 2023

morganlogoff, love love love you💗💗💗

curlikaqy, NO ONE KNOWS I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN

emilyrudd, GIRL I WANT TO SEE YOU COME BACK TO AMERICA

bookofjacob, missing your camera hours💔

#one piece #one piece live action #one piece la #opla #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece live action x reader #one piece live action x you #iñaki godoy #emily rudd #jacob romero gibson #jacob romero #taz skylar #mackenyu #one piece x y/n #opla x reader #opla x you #midnightbears

[boxwinebaddie]

PUNK ROCK COVER OF NIGHT SHIFT DURING THE RAVESEY DIVORCE????? MAYBE??

OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOD BITCH!!!!!

( i’m crying already )

no, this is a stroke of genius. holy shit, no jokes, after my break up i listened to night shift on fifteen hour loops, scream sobbing until my throat was rubbed raw and i feel like ravenstan was probably the same. worse tbh.

but i just know it was hauntingly beautiful and absolutely fucking devastating. i know that first high note was grisly and VISCERAL. like you could hear that pain and felt it. ugh. unfortunately, i do think he cried and had a stannic attack, probably just because he was rlly sad,

but also bc lots of fans, understandably, are now sad, miserable children of divorce ( rip ravesey ), however, are holding out hope of their getting back together, so there’s still lots of ravesey signs, teeshirts, pictures of their faces in the audience, honestly, lots of people dressed like them, but i think he either caught a glimpse of someone tall with red hair or thought he heard kyle’s voice bc his synesthesia did The Thing but i think it was just someone playing a tiktok really close to him…

but uh, yeah, he had a major anxiety attack and had to cancel the rest of the show, which means stan didn’t get to hold a q&rae w/ his fans at the end of that concert which means…no one got to give raven…

….a jersey conjecture.

i’ll give it a better name later, it probably is some something in spanish that has to do with a question, or asking something and yérsey — i just made it a lawyer term bc stan was being extra salty, but i have this brutal hc that after jerseykyle and ravenstan broke up, he could not get through concerts or take any fan questions because it was all people talking over eachother and specifically people rapid firing questions about kyle and them breaking up…which was extremely stressful.

but when you’re a famous rockstar in a highly publicized extremely well loved relationship and break up, that sort of thing is bound to happen. there was no preventing it

…but he could control it.

so, what raven decided to do was that every q&rae he was going to randomly pull like a ticket or a seat number and that person and that person only ( if they so pleased ) could ask him ONE jersey question. stan at this point is also really pissed and blistery and bitter and probably on a sad boy bad boy bender, so he answers them really passive aggressively. like if someone asks him ‘if stan has anything he wants to tell him’ stan will say something to the effect of ‘we’re out of toliet paper.’

( also this entire thing is a very jersey thing to do, me thinks? i think it’s out of spite, him trying to prove he’s unbothered when he’s so fucking bothered also he is really, really bad at acting aloof and austere — but the alcohol helps :/ also kyle does roll his eyes and say it’s immature like he’s not out here answering one stan question a day…but he’s kind of a hypocrite bc stan blocked him everywhere so pretty much their only line of communication is thru the stuff he says during concerts or things he says in interviews…they are messy smh )

also people get really mad if someone asks something stupid like “woah, wait i get to ask the kyle question?” like woops now you don’t! or asks him whether they’re getting back together instead of asking an actual useful question!!!! the people are Committed to ravesey!!!!

but yeah, most of the time stan be answering them in riddles or like someone’s defiant teenager following a shot, but every once and a while he face cracks. because a lot of the time people ask really stupid shit but i think a girl asked him, very earnestly ‘do you still love him?’ and stan opened his mouth, almost said yes and then said

“it doesn’t matter.” :)

—uncle nina, in hell

#i have no idea how this headstannon came to fruition #but it was too chaotic stan needed a system #he was also really hurt and acting out #i think in his head it was very like #if kyle wants to pretend like he’s in love with me when he’s not #i guess i can pretend to hate him when i don’t #im in hell #i know kyle sits there and refreshes the grainy ass reels of those people put on snap #but yeah he will answer anything else really normal #but if u ask him abt kyle he’s short with u #and pretends to be unbothered #he’s so bothered omg #i need someone to pass a jersey conjecture onto actual jersey #but yeah i didn’t talk abt it but kyle was hella quiet and retreated inward during the divorce #and stan was all over the tabloids acting a fucking fool being a bitter betty #on legitimately his worst behavior like that was antistan he was hurt hurt #it was scary

[juniperhillpatient]

The Puppetmaster Re-Watch

This is an interesting episode because I have such a love-hate relationship with it. I think it's a fantastic episode in many ways - the atmosphere & tension are well-built, the mystery is fascinating & creepy, & Hama is a fantastic character in many ways. But, there's also....well, a lot that bothers me about this episode.

I love the intro with spooky stories around a campfire. Also, along with Saphire Fire & The Painted Lady, I'd say Katara's penchant for telling stories that captivate an audience provides further evidence for my recently discovered Theatre Kid! Katara agenda. Ha!

Alright, let’s get right into Hama’s backstory. The prisons Southern Waterbenders were put into are pretty much as horrifying as ATLA - being a kid’s show - gets. They were kept alive under horrifying conditions.

I do have to wonder why Hama says her hands & feet were bound to prevent her from bending & we get a brief shot of her being given water with a spoon, bound. Then, soon after, she’s shown not bound while she’s blood bending the rats?

I suppose it’s just a slight oversight but it seems odd.

And…. There’s a lot that’s odd about this episode & the way it’s presented, to me. It’s easy to enjoy it as a fun spooky episode that explores interesting bending concepts but there’s a few things I dislike about the narrative framing. That’s right, I’m criticizing the narrative framing on this show again. Sorry.

Much like with Jet’s introductory episode it’s like… here’s exactly how horrifically victims of this oppressive regime have suffered but you know who the real villain is? The victims who fought back the Wrong Way. Remember kids, it’s only cool to fight fascism if you do so without really upsetting the status quo & anyone who tells you otherwise is probably a sicko who wants to slaughter innocents.

Was Hama’s deranged laughter in the end necessary? Sure as a fan of scarier & darker episodes I enjoy her creepiness but at the same time, it’s frustrating to see her presented this way after knowing what she went through. Also, it’s pretty devastating for Katara that this is her one experience with another Southern Water Bender.

Katara finally got to meet an older water bender from her culture whom she deeply respected & it ended so badly.

On that note…. I don’t understand why Katara is so fundamentally opposed to blood bending EVER. It’s like… obviously locking the villagers in the mountain is awful but it would have been really interesting to see blood bending used more effectively as a concept in the show after this.

I remembered the first time I watched the finale I was POSITIVE Katara would blood bend Azula. I mean, if not what was the point of hyping Katara up as so much more powerful than Hama & all the hints that new things were possible - I thought that Katara would be the first water bender to blood bend outside the full moon & it would come in handy during a final battle & I wish I was right ‘cause that would’ve been awesome.

Also, as a side note, I saw a joke tiktok about piss bending as a means for Southern Water Benders to escape the Fire Nation prisons but actually… it’s funny on the surface but also makes weird sense when you think about it? What if someone held in their piss long enough & pretended to go during bathroom breaks & eventually pissed their pants & used the liquid to escape? Also sweat bending exists. Or spit bending. Or storing the water they’re given in their mouths? I like to head canon that Hama actually isn’t the ONLY one to escape the prison she just thinks she is.

Anyway that was a side tangent. I actually DO enjoy this episode I just think there’s a lot about it that’s oddly framed. I would like to award Katara +1000 iconic behavior points for defeating Hama & blood bending. I would give her more but it’s weird & fucked up that she’s fine with Hama going back to Fire Nation prison knowing her backstory. Yeah what Hama did was bad I guess but like….. still.

Anyway that’s all for this episode!

#sorry this is such a not positive review lol #I actually DO enjoy a lot about the episode there’s just also a lot to critique #atla book 3 #atla re watch #the puppetmaster

[zhuoyiyun]

Death in the parasocial conscious

Recently a K-pop idol, Moonbin, passed away. It’s come as a bit of a shock for me, because it was unexpected. It came up in the midst of a conversation between a friend and I— and when I heard his name, I got excited because I was hoping it was dating news. Well, I could not have been more off. 

I couldn’t believe it. I’ve grown out of K-pop these past few years, and Moonbin are one of these names that float out of my realm of awareness. After all, he’s a well-liked person, with many friends. Namely, he was good friends with VIVIZ’s SinB, a person I happen to ‘stan’ to this day. 

Since 2018, I’ve been aware of their closeness. They were childhood friends. It seems as if every K-pop idol has a designated friend or two they happen to name-drop whenever asked about friends in the industry, and for SinB that was Moonbin. 

It was pretty unique, if you ask me. A man and a woman publicly being friends in K-pop?! That’s what made it stand out all the more. They weren’t afraid of interacting in public, either. So there was how I knew Moonbin.

Every few months when SinB and Moonbin interacted, I would search up as to what he was up to. He was in a group, after all, and had various activities here and there. Through this that was I how I got know about Fantagio’s troubles and the like, the company Moonbin was under. 

When I heard he passed away, I couldn’t truly imagine it. I scrolled through social media, as do you, and looked through edits. It didn’t feel particularly sentimental. It was as if I simply remembered him one day, and was catching up. There was no tinge of sadness, or sorrow, or even grief.

This morning something changed. I was awake on TikTok, when I chanced upon an account’s variation for ‘Time Passing Through.’ It’s a song lamenting about how quickly time passes by, and how you can’t be helped but be carried along by its waves. 

'Is this the end? I thought we just started. Your train is eight and your show is at nine.’

Funnily enough, that was when it hit me. Nothing could have been a more apt description for it. 

 I do not know him. I did not know him. Briefly in passing did I hear his name, and it was because of his activities. He had just posted last week. Last month he was in Manila, performing. This week he had sent a message to his fans through Bubble. He was due for a leg of his tour today in Macau. 

Perhaps he was due for plans with a friend. Perhaps he was to celebrate a birthday, or had promises to visit someone. A short-term goal that will go unfulfilled. 

Moonbin was twenty-five. He was bound for many years yet.

Death is abrupt. We like to illustrate it as a grand, whorling prospect, one punctuated by grandeur and long monologues. Detailing every single regret, every unfulfilled wish. But in reality it is simply someone ceasing to exist. You reach out for your phone, that habit of reaching out— and the one who would answer is no longer there.

Bereavement is an acute absence. What you have to do is to cope with the fact that they are simply not there any longer, and this is shockingly simple in concept. 

What does Moonbin have to do with me? I am scarcely a fan. I knew his name, I knew his friends. That was it. 

What I do know is that he was *someone.* I knew him for the people around him. He was someone’s son, someone’s friend, someone’s teammate, their colleague, their idol, their brother. 

But, first and foremost, he was someone. 

He was a fellow human being, wrought with his own complexities. Worries, dreams, hopes, relationships— no different from me, in this kindred experience. To me he may as well been someone I knew in brief passing, a person I barely knew. 

Moonbin’s status as a celebrity afforded me this peculiar, parasocial look into this stranger’s life. How come I am exposed to all these small facts about you, while you it will be that you will never know my name? 

To grieve someone I didn’t know. What a prospect.

__

Moonbin, thank you for being SinB’s friend. Thank you for looking after her, someone I idolised. Thank you for being there for her. And I’m sorry I had to hear of your name once more in a situation like this. 

Tomorrow someone will think of you. Next week someone will think of you. Next month someone will think of you. Perhaps now they will recount you in sorrow, a face streaked with tears. Or years from now on, they will recount you with a fond smile, missing you ardently.

The world will continue spinning. Life will go on, just as abrupt and fuelled of change. Even so, the memories they have of you, whether one-sided or not, will endure. You will be remembered.

#moonbin

[leqclerc]

oh no don't get me wrong i do love a good slow song, but idk there are just too many of them for me this year😅

Portugal is defo in the top five for me too though!! I really like how it builds up and she has a really nice voice!!

Also i literally cannot believe that Finland made it?!?!?! like what. i was so shocked when they announced them😅

Omg i liked Italy 2020 better than almost any entry this year. The semis was my first time hearing it and i was so captived by it and yeah the crowd was just absolutely incredible with this one😭

Im kinda uncertain about Brividi ngl. like sometimes im like omg this is the best and then when i hear it again and im like meh. But I always thought Mahmood was robbed when he didn't win with Soldi so definitely gonna cheer for him and Blanco!!

omg you're so right! Cyprus was giving me major The Birth of Venus (the painting) vibes and yeah i can totally see the Secret Combination vibes too!!

and omg spaceman and number two????😶 that song wouldn't even be in my top ten if i had to make a list lol like it really is such a generic song... a part of me is always like hope England gets zero again cause that would be kinda funny. like i felt really bad for artists last year but getting literally no points is kinda funny😅

Omg hello again 👀

That was me with Australia in semi final 2 🙈 Didn't like it tbh. Switzerland (Idk if this is an unpopular opinion because it was a ballad but I much preferred Tout l'Univers last year) and Armenia are also pretty meh for me this year (Armenia sounds like a female spin on Mumford & Sons or something). Finland's just okay for me. Like, the comparisons to It (the horror movie) are pretty funny jsjdf But it didn't blow me away or anything 🤔

Yesssss, right? Diodato my beloved <3

Omg I feel you with Brividi though... when I first listened to it after they won Sanremo I didn't like it... then I started listening to it more in the build up to the ESC and started warming to it. So it's definitely a song I've flip-flopped on as well ajsdj I still think Soldi > Brividi but eh. Though - and I feel like this is ~controversial but - I am an Arcade truther 🙈😭 It got overplayed to hell since then but I did like it.

Right??? Justice for Cyprus tbh 😭

THIS!! Like it's good but it's also so generic mainstream radio-ish that I was honestly shocked to see it rated so highly and predicted to podium. Especially considering UK's string of low-point finishes over the last few years...🤭 Apparently the guy became like a TikTok sensation after singing cover songs in lockdown or something? Can't believe we're living in an era where there's a TikTok to ESC pipeline but I guess it was bound to happen sooner or later 😭 Anyway it's a decent entry, better than some of the other stuff they've competed with recently, but 2nd place? Idk :/

Also, someone else pointed this out to me, but there's a lot of English-language songs in the running this year. Which I guess is an interesting ~trend shift considering all top 3 songs last year were non-English.

I generally tend to at least kind of like the winning song in the end, even if it wasn't my favourite. I think the only exception in recent years is Portugal in 2017. I literally never listened to that song again once the final was over which is rare for me jsdfj 🙈

I think countries like Ukraine and Italy have shined the most when they lean into their own culture and language. Like, Ukraine's English-language entries (2018, 2019) have been very meh pop mainstream BUT whenever they send something more folksy with actual Ukrainian roots they tend to shine - Jamala in 2016, GO_A last year. I think all of Italy's entries for almost a decade have been in Italian and good for them!!!! (2016's entry was like 90% in Italian and I really loved that song too). Italy's entries in general have been consistently so high-quality recently and I'm glad it finally paid dividends last year!!

#replies #anonymous #so glad you're back eurovision anon!!! ❤️❤️ #also in a similar vein i absolutely believe for example ireland would break their string of non-success #if they just leaned into their roots and sent something folksy with a modern twist #hell maybe even sing it in irish #i mean riverdance exploded in popularity after they performed during the interval in 1994 #generic pop songs are not it :/ #eurovision #music tag #.longpost

[lindsaywesker]

Good morning!  I hope you slept well and feel rested?  Currently sitting in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day.

Welcome to the working week although, for those of you working in the NHS, welcome to just another day.

Last week, I saw two viral videos of violent racists verbally attacking women.  How come they don’t verbally abuse big strong men?  Hmm, I wonder why?  There was one guy in Romford telling these Muslim women to “go home”.  We should find out what football team he supports and suspend all the non-English players and players of colour and see how his team does! 

And, talking of worthless morons, didn’t I see some big man walking down the street trying to hold back two big dogs?  He must have thought he was a big man owning two such powerful dogs.  However, he wasn’t man enough to clean up after his dog took a huge dump on the pavement.  We’ve got THREE schools on Crownhill Road, so all the families will have to walk around that pile tomorrow morning!  (Though somebody is bound to step in it!) 

And, talking of pitiful human beings, have you seen the stupid little twerps trolling Declan Rice, saying his girlfriend is “fat” and “ugly” and he could find a better WAG.  Imagine someone saying that to YOU about your missus!  The language would be a bit colourful, right?  Imagine if someone were to say I could do better than The Trouble?  I’d laugh my tits off!    

On Sunday, I finally did something significant on TikTok.  My last video peaked at just over 500 but yesterday’s video went through 5000 views.  To be honest, most of the people who stopped on my video only stopped for a few seconds.  When they saw an ugly old man, they immediately scrolled on.  If I’d been a pretty chick with shapely boobs, they would have watched my video.  In fact, they would have hung on my every word.  Maybe AI can help me?  

Many thanks to everyone that listened to the radio show.  Thank you for all your kind words (throughout the four-hour show!)  If you missed it, the shows are up on Mixcloud.  Next week: a two-hour theme special before we start on The Letter U.

Have a marvellous and momentous Monday.  I love you all.

#mixcloud #mi soul #dj #music #new blog #lockdown #coronavirus #books #weekend #democracy

[monsterenergysimp]

Permanence

corpse husband x fem!reader 

summary: you meet corpse on a stream and you’re surprised when he reaches out to you 

warnings: cursing, mentions of tattooing

word count: 1.9k

notes: This is proof read but could have missed some stuff. This is my first corpse fic and my first time writing fanfic since I posted that super cringey book on wattpad when I was like 12 or something. I’d appreciate feed back so please reach out to me :)

main blog @itsmysleepover

read part 2 here!

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You were cleaning up your station so you can get home and stream. You loved your day job as a tattoo artist but you also really enjoyed streaming. It started as a way to promote yourself as an artist and the shop you worked at but it eventually became a really fun way to destress at the end of the week (or day if you were really itching to stream). “Hey Y/N was that your last client?” your boss, KC, asked as she walked to the front of the shop and put new flash drawings on the walls.

“Yes ma’am!” You said back excitedly. You finished cleaning your station and tossed your black gloves in the trash. “And you can’t trick me into staying and taking walk-ins,” you joked with her. She rolled her eyes and walked back into her office “It was one time,” she said as you slid on your jacket. As you walked out your phone buzzed in your pocket and you checked to see who had texted you. It was a message from Sean asking if you were free to play Among Us with him and some other streamers. You replied that you were on your way home right now and totally down. You were excited to see who was playing this time around since their Among Us streams are super entertaining and have gotten really popular.

On your way back you tweeted and posted to your Instagram story that you’d be streaming soon and set up all your stuff once you made it home. After a few minutes, you had a couple of thousand people watching. You entered the discord chat and Sean spoke up. “Everyone this is Y/N she’s sensitive so be gentle.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you guys and I’m not gentle, I'm ruthless,” You say into your mic and notice the chat calling you a liar. Everyone was in the lobby waiting for the game to start. “You sound way too sweet to be ruthless,” Corpse said. The countdown started and you were imposter with Charlie.

“This should be fun,” you told the stream. Yout tried playing strategically but after such a long shift your brain was mush. You saw Poki in nav and killed her then vented into shields. Not long after the body was reported and you were sure you were going to get voted out or at least sussed.

“Where was the body?” Felix asked. “Nav and I didn’t see anyone near there so whoever is imposter must have vented,” Corpse responded. Felix spoke up again. “I think I saw Y/N walk that way and I haven’t seen her since.”

Shit, shit, shit shit. “I’m in shield right now so-” you said trying to defend yourself but Charlie spoke up. “I was doing tasks with her earlier and I saw her walk into shields so she’s safe but I’m still not sure about Rae.” Everyone discussed a bit more and some people, including Corpse, voted for you but Rae got the majority vote and was ejected. You released your breath and kept playing being extra careful.  

“Okay, guys that was super close. Corpse knows and is out to get me,” you said to the chat. You were eventually voted off but one round later victory was written across your screen with your ghost and Charlie’s avatar. “Good game guys,” Corpse said.

“I told you guys I was ruthless!”

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You sat at your station doing nothing because a client had canceled a four-hour session. You were listening to music and sketching some stuff but you were bored out of your mind and you didn’t want to leave in case you got a walk-in. The music got quiet as you received a twitter notification saying someone had messaged you. You reached for your phone and saw you had gotten a dm from Corpse.

C: hey :)

You didn’t know what to respond. You were mostly confused as to why he decided to message you out of the blue. Did he want something? But what would he want?

Y: Hii! This is sudden

C: was i bothering you?

    shit sorry!

Y: Youre fine I wasn’t doing anything rn

C: how has your day been

    i dont usually do stuff like this

Y: Im glad you did im doing better now I was so bored

C: what were you doing that was so terrible

Y: NOTHING! thats the problem :(

C: im sure youll find something to do

You stared at his message. Unsure what to respond.

Y: Im gonna give myself a tattoo

C: what?

    NO!

You tossed the needles you used for your tattoo into the sharps box. “Oh my god you didn’t,” KC said. She noticed the wrap on your calve from the tattoo you just gave yourself out of boredom. “It’s not my fault I didn’t have anything else to do!” You said trying to defend yourself. She sighed and just shook her head. “Just go home business is slow today.” It was raining so the shop probably wasn’t going to get a walk-in anyway and you didn’t have any more clients for the day. It was only 2 pm but you drove home and after making lunch for yourself decided to stream. You weren’t expecting too many people so it was bound to be super chill. Your leg felt sore reminding you of the tattoo. You snapped a quick pic of the fresh jack-o-lantern on the side of your calve and messaged it to Corpse.

Y: [image] it came out nice!

C: thats  super cool actually

    i was concerned why you would just give yourself a tattoo but i found your instagram and       youre super talented

Y: Thank you!

For some reason, it felt strange to just have that be the end of your response.

Y: Im about to start streaming if you wanted to watch

    [link]

C: ill be watching ;)

What’s that supposed to mean?

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You sat in your apartment watching tv, hand lost in a bag of Doritos, and scrolling through twitter. You had stopped paying attention to the anime playing on the screen since you’ve watched it a hundred times and knew you wouldn’t miss anything. It was Saturday and you usually take those days off. Take the time to do chores or meet up with some friends but today you felt like not doing any of those things. As you continue your endless scroll (not helping the twitter addiction you told yourself you’d try to get a handle on) you got a message from Corpse.

C: wanna talk?

You looked down at the message unsure of how to answer. It was a simple yes or no and the obvious answer was yes. You and Corpse had started talking more regularly. You still didn’t have each other’s phone numbers but it was fine. Your conversations weren’t too big-- just you sending him memes, tiktoks, and telling him how much you liked the songs he would drop. Or him complimenting a tattoo you did. Sometimes he’d message you during streams telling you funny stuff his fans would say in the chat and you’d do the same. You learned a bit about each other but nothing too deep or serious. Like how you two lived a few cities away and you both really liked Donnie Darko. When Sean first invited you to that game out of everyone else there you were most excited to meet Corpse. He’s just so sweet and funny. Of course, you’d love to talk to him but you were also itching to talk to him and the last thing you’d ever want to do was make him uncomfortable.

Y: Yeah id love to talk

Here goes nothing.

Y: Wanna facetime or something?

     No pressure or anything it could even be a regular call

     I think facetime is just my default lol

You sent those last two messages quickly after you had sent the first. You wished you could know what he was thinking. It was killing you to think you had turned him off from talking to you completely. You put your phone down on the couch and went to wash your hand of Dorito dust. When you got back from the kitchen you turned off the tv and tossed yourself onto the couch.

Still no message.

Why am I so fucking stupid?  

Just as you were standing up to stretch from sitting on the couch all day your phone buzzed. You reached for it fast and looked to see that it was him. You became super excited still not even knowing what the message said. It could have told you to never talk to him again for all you knew.

C: sure lets facetime

    xxx-xxx-xxxx

You had his phone number. You added him to your small but growing contact list and called. You sat on your couch waiting for a response when he finally picked up the screen was black. It didn’t upset you; you kind of expected it and didn’t care what he had to do to make himself more comfortable during this call.

“Hey,” he said. His voice was raspier than usual.

“Did you just wake up?” You asked and looked at the time. It was about a little past noon and you had only eaten Doritos all day. Shit, you should probably make a decent meal.

“Not that long ago but yeah,” he responded and giggled. That giggle.

“Well, I’ve eaten nothing but Doritos all day while rewatching Ouran High School Host Club, so you’re welcome to join me as I make myself something to eat.”

“Sounds like fun; what are we eating?”

“I don’t know yet,” You said as you stood up and made your way to the kitchen. You opened the pantry and looked. You noticed a can of diced tomatoes and reached for it then checked the expiration date. It was still good. On your counter were some onions and garlic. “How about some tomato soup?”

“Sounds delicious.” you smiled at Corpse and your phone screen not knowing if he was also looking at his screen or not. “You’re really pretty-- you know that?”

“Thanks, but you don’t have to--”

“I’ve already told you what an incredible artist you are so many times I bet you’re tired of hearing it, but you already know what a talented artist you are.”

“That is very kind of you Corpse,” you said to him bashfully as you chopped the onion and opened the can of tomatoes. “But once again you don’t have to reach so far to compliment me.”

“I’m not reaching you are talented and beautiful and--”

“I thought I was pretty.” You could hear him chuckle with a smile on his face. “You’re both,” he said. You could feel your face getting warm from blushing.

“Fuck you you’re making me blush. My face is all hot and stuff.”

He laughed at how flustered you got. “That’s the cutest thing ever.”

You didn’t know how to respond so you just put some olive oil in a pot and tossed in your onions. It became silent but it was a comfortable silence. You turned the stove on and watched the flame for a few seconds. “If it was dark we could pretend we were together and having a bonfire or something,” you said to the phone as you turned the camera to show him the flame (still not 100 percent sure if he was looking at you or not).

“I’ll put it on the list of things to do when you visit me someday.”

#corpse husband #corpse husband x reader #corpse husband imagine #corpse husband imagines #corpse husband x y/n #youtubers #caffeinated ramblings

[dovenymph]

a film by peter parker

authors note: this was inspired by another thinkerpete tweet that read "peter probably watches the bit from "a film by peter parker" where he's in the car with tony over and over when he misses him" and@peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology’s summer of love prompt list💛💛 also the video edit was made by me so please do not screen record/save and repost it even if you do credit me (also this is unedited so sorry for any typos, i’ll probably go through it sometime this week, i just wanted to post it first)

prompts used: 2. making the backyard/rooftop into a movie theater

my masterlist

warnings: mentions of tony’s death, other than that, nothing but fluff

word count: 3.9k

Peter hated the summer.

Peter hated not having anything to busy himself with; no homework, or academic decathlon, or seeing Ned everyday who could wrap him up in his graphic novel fan theories or the drama in his on and off relationship with Betty. It was petty drama and minor stimulation, but it was something to distract him momentarily. But now Ned was in Aruba with his parents for the entire month which meant Peter had to suffer through the scorching heat of Juy all by himself.

Peter knew he didn’t have to be alone each day, -Aunt May had spent many dinners trying to get him to join her at the movies or the mall, even offering to let him have free reign of the lego store (when he said no to that, she knew he was in worse shape than she thought)- he had a handful of trustworthy and dependable friends he could hang out with for the afternoon like MJ and Betty, or even Flash who had been uncharacteristically nice to Peter ever since he found out he was Spiderman; this having happened only a few weeks after Tony had died and Peter had let him in on his secret to console a sobbing Eugene who, honestly, seemed to be more broken up about the news than Peter was. But even with his expanding friend group, Peter had found the most his body could endure was the contents of his bedroom.

He tried to get back out there after Tony’s passing, he really did, but at the first Iron Man tribute he admired on patrol, his body completely shut down and he swung back home, tears dampening the material of the mask.

So a lonely summer was what Peter submitted himself too, and he’s come to terms with it. He’s rewatched his favorite old shows, started binging some new ones. He’s taken apart and put together his lego death star four times now, each time faster than the last. But he’s been particularly fond of staring out the window. His apartment complex was quite close to the building besides his and he could look down into the backyard everyone had to share. Peter’s building had one as well, but since he was pretty sure he was the only person under 35 who lived there, it went unused.

Next door, there was always a different activity occurring in order for the patrons to beat the heat, and Peter often thought about how easy it would be for him to just go downstairs and introduce himself, and ask to join. It’d really be as simple as that and he’d meet some new people, get a free lunch and a chance to swim in the plastic pool they set up; maybe they’d laugh at his jokes and clap when he did flips, but it was all just a maybe, just in his imagination because his brain never let him wander to far before squandering the idea of getting close to someone again, for if history has taught Peter anything, it's that anything he gets close to, is not meant to stay for long and will be soon snatched away from him in the cruelest of ways.

And this thought is what resigns him to slink back behind his window and pout the day away, as he was doing now, vision blurring as he stared at nothing.

“Hey!”

Peter jumped, his eyes focusing on the target of whoever pelted his window and they landed on your form, slumped against your open windowsill, chin resting on your hand as you gazed back at him.

“Can I help you?” Peter bit back after lifting his window half way, his tone unconsciously laced with annoyance. He really didn’t even notice it anymore since that’s how he’s been speaking to everyone in his life for months now, but when you flinched at his tone, guilt started to creep up his spine.

Before he could ever begin to stumble out an apology, you cut him off “Yeah, is there a reason you stare into my room everyday?”

Peter's face flushed red and he opened and closed his mouth like a fish. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had spoken so bluntly towards him, and honestly, he liked it. He was getting tired of everyone walking on tiptoes around him, he just wanted things to go back to how they were, where he was just Peter Parker, your friendly neighborhood student.

“Or could you at least give me some money for some curtains if you just can’t give up the beautiful view of a concrete wall?”

“S-sorry, I- I didn’t even know you were there.”

Lie.

Peter knew you were there, he always knew when you were there.

Peter Parker isn’t a stalker, though! Sure, he’s gone through some fucked up shit on Earth and in space, so yeah, he wouldn’t call himself the most …sane person he knows, but he really wasn’t a creep. With your buildings being so close and your rooms directly across from one anothers, he was bound to notice you at some point.

And at some point he did. It was the first day of summer and Midtown let out at 12 instead of 3 to mark the occasion, so Peter had been mulling about in his room for quite some time already, thinking about how he heard all his classmates amazing summer plans and how the farthest he was going to go was probably the Thai restaurant down the street, and even that was a maybe. Peter sulked in silence until a couple hours later he heard a door slam closed, thumps from things being tossed on the ground, and a loud groan as he peeked through his windowsill at you who was currently flopped on the bed, window wide open without a care, scrolling on your phone.

At first, he was taken aback by your beauty, a small, small feeling of intrigue spiked his system, but it flew under the radar due to the seemingly everlasting dread that’s been weighing down on Peter's shoulders for months. But he couldn’t look away. You’d been doing nothing but looking at tiktoks mindlessly, occasionally cracking a half smile if a video was particularly amusing, but you still remained cemented to your mattress with no plans on moving anytime soon.

This brought comfort to Peter as he fished his phone out from the bottom of his bag and pulled up Ned’s messages and started to look through the media he sent him, almost two months worth of funny memes and videos that he hadn’t been bothered to look at, and he sat there along with you, aimlessly letting the time pass by. He enjoyed it, knowing he wasn’t really alone in his lazy and distracting behaviors because the pretty neighbor girl was doing just the same.

Ever since then, he’s just been …aware… of your coming and goings. He figured you had a summer job as every other day you were gone for a few hours, a solid shift. But on the days you were home, you also spent it mainly up in your room, every now and then, playing music from your record player, and if he was really lucky, you’d, unknowingly, give him a private concert as you sung out whichever niall horan or ariana grande song struck your fancy that day. He grew quite fond of the music, having added some of the regulars to his own playlist. And he enjoyed knowing you were right there, and he was right here; each of you living your lives, as uneventful as they may be, but you were together in some sort of way.

He’d never spoken to you, the ability of being able to just push his window up and call out to you at any time was what he liked, and each day he thought he’d do it but chickened out, and now it seemed like he’d have to make introductions whether he was ready or not.

“Mmm, right, so you haven’t seen me change or anything like that?” You asked and the content of your question and the inquisitive tone brought a flush to his cheeks.

“N-no! Of course not! I-I’d never do that, why would I even want to look at you? I mean! I don’t think you’re ugly or anything I… I just…”

Peter’s ramblings were cut off with your laugh as it bounced off the summer air and into his room. You were fully leaning out your open window now, and Peter had found himself in the same position, as if he was drawn to you.

“I was only joking with ya, but it's still nice to have the confirmation. I’m Y/N, your neighbor! Obviously.” You trailed off at the end, knowing that information was unnecessary since the boy next door obviously already knew that.

He was like no boy you’d ever seen before, only read about in books. He had a sweet disposition and inviting brown eyes that matched his soft chestnut hair. But he was built like a man, a strong jaw and strong arms. You’d seen him leaving his building everyday on your way to school, and when he’d get dropped off in a big black SUV during the late hours of the night, but he walked in the opposite direction or darted inside so fast,you never really got a chance to take him in.

“…Peter?” His tentative tone snapped you out of your daze and you realized he was introducing himself.

“Sorry, Peter! I- I… got distracted… by your… death star!” You let out, eyes focusing on the black and grey figure resting on his bed.

Peter felt his cheeks heat up as he moved to push it to the ground.

“That’s pretty cool! I finished the star wars series last summer.”

Peter’s eyes snapped up to yours and the friendly smile you were giving him along with the genuine interest in your tone seemed to break something inside him, snapped the band of hesitation that wrapped around his heart. “You did? For the first time?”

“Yeah! I know I’m like super late, but there’s like nine movies!”

Your laughs melded into one as you leaned out your respective windows and began talking about your favorite movie series. Peter was aware that this was unnatural for him. He had been more open to this stranger in the past few minutes than he had to his own Aunt in months and the same guilt from earlier crept up on him. But Peter was having a good time talking to you and he felt his insides turn in excitement when he realized you really had no idea who he was. He had a clean slate with you and he could make any first impression he wanted, well he hoped your first impression of him wasn’t that he was a peeping pervert, but we move, as MJ would say.

You were about to start telling Peter about this new dystopian novel you began reading when you heard a woman call out to him.

“Oh, that’s my Aunt May. She must be home from work. I- I should go say hello.” He explained, a sad look crossing his face that you didn’t quite understand.

You felt your own sadness wash over you, though. You didn’t want to stop talking to Peter either. “Yeah, of course!”

“But we can talk tomorrow right?” Peter asked, his tone laced with uncertainty.

“Oh well, I work double tomorrow… so I probably won’t be home ‘til late.” You said and the way the brown haired boys face visibly fell felt like a punch in the gut and you were scrambling for a reason to make him smile.

“B-but hey! I also get paid tomorrow so if you want, you can come over on saturday and we can have a movie night and we can order a shit ton of take out?”

“Come over to your place?” Peter asked, and he felt himsef involuntarily tense at the idea of leaving his room for the first time in weeks. It was safe in his room. But the pleading look on your face and hopefulness in your tone encouraged him to take the chance.

“I’d love to y/n.” Peter said with a soft smile and you smiled back shyly at him before closing your window and making your way out your room, making sure you were safe in the hall, away from his prying eyes to do a little happy dance.

Peter was unable to wipe the grin off his face as he walked out his room to greet his Aunt.

She heard his feet padding down the hall as she was setting out dinner, “Sorry its not ready yet, Petey, today’s been crazy, but I’ll get started now.” She rushed. Recently, she’s been hoping food’s the key to lift her poor nephews spirits, so each night she’ll either order or make something more fattening, cheesy, and delicious than the last.

“It’s alright May,” Peter let out easily as he turned the counter and placed a kiss on her cheek, “why don’t you let me cook tonight?”

May’s jaw dropped and she blinked a couple times. She could barely get two words out of Peter recently, and they were always either a meak thank you for dinner or an it was good when she asked about his day. She felt her eyes tear up at the slight sliver of her old Petey back.

“O-oh, really, you wanna cook?”

Peter ducked his head down at the ingredients in front of him to avoid looking in her eyes, his heart dropping at the glossiness that overtook them. He truly hadn’t realized how closed off he’d been. “Well, how about we do it together?” He began and the face splitting grin that spread across May’s face was all he needed to know he was taking a step in the right direction.

“G-good idea, honey. Can’t have the house burn down, can we?”

“Hey!”

May laughed and kissed Peter’s head as they began winding through the kitchen, making casual conversation. It was just like the old days, May thought. Before the wave of devastation drowned Peter as he lost a father figure, once again.

“So what did you do today, P? Do you know when Ned get’s back? I’m sure you’re both excited to see each other.”

“Oh, uh, yeah, I am. I don’t know when he get’s back actually, but that’s okay-“

“I know you like your peace and quiet, I really do, but I do think it’ll be good for you to get out of the apartment for a little bit, see if Michelle is available. Oh! Or maybe that Lisa, Liz! I liked Liz, see if she’s available-“

“May! Its okay. I don’t need to hang out with Liz Allen,” Peter grumbled, “I- I made a new friend actually.”

May looked over at Peter in confusion since he hadn’t gone out or had anyone over in weeks, that she could remember; and Peter took her silence as an opportunity to continue.

“The neighbor.”

“Mrs. Wozniak?”

“No! Y/n, she lives in the next building over. And my room is right across from hers. We’re gonna hang out on saturday.”

“Oh?” May raised her brows at her nephew and bit back a smile, much to Peter’s chagrin. “Is she pretty?”

“And that’s relevant why?”

“I don’t know!!” May drawled and Peter just rolled his eyes and kept chopping the vegetables in front of him, the blush adorning his cheeks refusing to go down as he thought yes, yes she is.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

You yanked the door open as soon as you heard Peter’s knocks against it. He jumped back a bit, his arm still partially raised from when he knocked and you silently berated yourself for being so eager, but the spreading smile across his face made you feel not so bad.

“Oh, sorry, I was just-“

“It’s alright.” Peter replied with a soft smile, and you let yourself trace the golden flecks in his eyes before he cleared his throat, once again, snapping you out of a daze. You seemed to be in a dreamy state around him alot.

“Can I come in? I brought my Star Wars DVD collection by the way, I know you’ve seen them, but this one has the director's cut which I thought totally changed the course of the first trilogy!” Peter explained, rocking on the balls of his feet in excitement.

You bit your lip at the sight, his cuteness was rubbing off on you. “Yeah, that sounds great, but actually we aren’t gonna be watching in here.” You said, grabbing the bag of Chinese food and snacks and stepping out.

Peter’s face sputtered as you both walked to the stairs. He’d spent all day building up his courage to just go six feet from his building, there was no way he’d be able to go around the city with you for the fear of seeing something that’ll remind him of the avengers or crime.

“Y’alright?” You asked, noticing Peter’s stony silence as you walked down the last flight and made your way to the back gate.

“Yeah, sorry, I guess I’m just nervous. I haven’t really hung out with anyone new in a while, well, with anyone at all really.”

You smiled in sympathy, “I get you, I haven’t either. All my friends are out of town, so I’ve mostly just hung out in my room, too.”

“But you already knew that, don’t ya stalker?”

Peter rolled his eyes and shoved your arm as you laughed, glad you got his nerves out of his system. You unlocked the gate and lef Peter to the back garden.

“Woah..” Peter let out. There was a large white sheet hung up between two trees, and a projector set up on the table behind where a blanket lay, covered in a mess of pillows. The setting sun lit up by strung lightbulbs.

“You like? I figured since we both seemed to be home bodies, we could have the fun of the movie theatre, but here!”

Peter felt his heart swell at your words. You’d only known him for two days, and you already treated him with so much consideration and kindness. “I- I love it, y/n. This is amazing.”

He saw how you tucked your cheek into your shoulder in bashfulness and felt his spirits raise even higher. You were adorable.

“I’m glad you like it. I hope the projector works though, it took me forever to translate the instructions.”

Peter walked over to it and gave it a once over. “It seems fine to me, but I can always look at it if you want.”

“Oh yeah? You good with tech?”

“Good enough to get by. I needed it a lot while working with Mr. Stark” Peter began, forgetting that he wasn’t talking to an old friend.

“You worked with Tony Stark?!?”

“Oh.. oh yeah, only for a little! I was an intern.” He said quietly, beating himself up for even bringing up the topic of Tony. The last thing he wanted to do was cry in front of a pretty girl.

“Wow, that must’ve been amazing. You, you must miss him a lot then, huh?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled lifelessly. “Yeah I do.”

“But no matter, we’re here to have a good time right?”

“Yeah, yeah we are!” You grasped his hand and gave him a sympathetic squeeze -neither of you blind to the sparks that shot from the place your hands met- and got settled on the blanket.

Two and a half moves later, the sun had set and the two of you were sitting in the darkness, the only light coming from the flickering of the projector as the abandoned movie played. You and Peter were sitting cross legged, facing each other as he told you another story about working with the Avengers.

“Yeah, it was so crazy!! We were in this airport and he went from being like two inches tall to two hundred feet, it blew my mind. But it was okay though, because I had this idea-“

“Wait, wait, wait. You were there? Why?” You asked, loving every adventure filled anecdote he told you, but it wasn’t all adding up. For just an intern, he seemed incredibly close to Mr. Stark himself, but then again, you’d only known him for less than a week and you also wanted to go everywhere with him.

Peter worried his lip, thinking about how he could worm his way out of this one. Why would a teenage intern be at the Avengers civil war? He figured he could lie, or even just run away and buy black out curtains. Maybe he could convince Aunt May to switch rooms with him even. But you’d already brought so much light to his life in multiple aspects, and he thought, just maybe, you’d be able to bring light to that aspect of his life too.

“You know what, lemme just show you! Wait here, I’ll be back!”

Peter ran back down, his Chewbacca flash drive in hand, adrenaline running through his veins. He plugged it into your laptop and dug up a folder he hadn’t touched in almost eight months.

“What’s this?” You asked as he sat back down next to you.

“You’ll see.” He said, eyes glued to the screen in front of him.

A Film by Peter Parker, read the title as a compilation of videos featuring Peter, Happy, Aunt May, the Avengers, and Tony projected before you both.

Peter heard you gasp as the camera flashed to the suit, and saw, from the corner of his eye, how your head snapped towards his as he backspringed across the battleground. The film continued and neither of you could tear your eyes from the screen. Peter felt his eyes well up with tears as a scene with him and Tony talking to the camera began and he thought that watching this was a bad idea and he was about to turn around and turn it off when he felt your fingers intertwine with his.

He sucked in a sharp breath at the warmth you brought him and he squeezed back, his brain nearly malfunctioning at the speed in which he tried to memorize the feel of your hand in his. But his senses were overloaded as he picked up on your accelerated heartbeat.

The two of you continued to watch the video, neither moving even when it autostarted from the beginning, and this time you laughed outwardly at the funny parts, and asked him questions about why Happy didn’t seem to like him.

“What did you do to him Peter?”

“Nothing I swear!”

“Likely story.”

And he felt the steel blanket of grief fall off his shoulders. The feeling of intrigue and excitement for going back to life was no longer a small trail buried deep within him, but now a firecracker that ignited his insides and aurated off of him. Things were going to be alright, he was going to make it out this summer with more than just the memories from his bedroom, and he’d make it through whatever else life would throw at him, as long as he had you by his side.

Because you didn’t make his heart beat faster out of fear, you made him feel flustered and full of affection.

And you didn’t hold him roughly, with the intent to harm him; you held him delicately, and he could only wait to be able to hold your heart the same way.

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[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

A Miraculous TikTok Account

Part 9

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Chat laid back in his bed but, for once, he wasn’t tired.

He was set to go on patrols that night, so he’d pretty much done everything he’d wanted for the day earlier. He’d gotten all his sleep, watched every video, finished his skin and hair care routines…

Only to find out that, hey, he didn't actually need to do that because Hawkmoth had chosen today to akumatize someone.

So patrols were out of the question. Hawkmoth had a recharge time of a few hours it seemed, but he usually didn’t do multiple akumas on the same day. They were always less powerful when he did too many in quick succession.

Well, at least he could go fight the akuma, right?

Wrong.

Because it was quickly brought to his attention that he actually couldn’t go, because the akuma was Mr. Pigeon and he quite famously had a bird allergy.

So the three women had all headed out (Carapace had stayed behind to finish an essay) and Chat had been left behind.

He scrolled through TikTok for a while. The app was definitely watching him, because almost all the content on his For You Page was animal videos…

Not that he minded.

But he could only handle so much cuteness at once, so that only worked for a few minutes.

Next, he went on Twitter to see what everyone was currently arguing about. That was bound to be entertaining…

Unfortunately, it seemed everyone in Paris was more concerned with the akuma than anything else at the moment. He didn’t need action shots of his housemates or to know more about Mr. Pigeon’s new plan to take the birds to space or whatever so he can… feed them? What?

The only other notable app on his phone was Instagram, but he wasn’t about to go on that. He was supposed to be in Tibet at some fancy private school, if people saw he was active he’d have to come up with answers to the millions of questions he’d inevitably get.

Now what…?

He pushed himself up to a sitting position with minimal groaning and attempted to run a hand down his face despite his mask.

Screw it. He was bored. He’d go bother Carapace.

He shuffled two doors down. He knocked twice…

There was a scrambling sound before he got a yell to come in.

When Chat actually did so, he found Carapace fastening his mask to his face. He was sitting at his desk, the area around him littered with crumpled pieces of paper.

“Salut?”

Chat batted away some with his feet as he made his way towards Carapace. “Salut. Chloe would kill you if she saw how much paper you’re wasting.”

“Paper is biodegradable, isn’t it?” Said Carapace with a slight grin.

“True.”

“... is there a reason you’re here?”

Chat didn’t answer, instead he slung himself over Carapace’s lap and laid there like a giant housecat. Which he pretty much was.

Carapace wasn’t even all that surprised.

All of the miraculous holders were well aware that the miraculous had side effects for them. They seemed to have attributed his constant need to be in contact with others as one of the side effects.

Chat knew that wasn’t the case, he was just Like That, but who was he to tell them they were wrong?

Carapace reached down and gave his hair a tiny ruffle and then went back to work.

Chat pulled out his phone again and started scrolling idly through Twitter for something to do (also he was kind of curious about the space pigeons now). The sound of Carapace’s pencil on the paper and his tiny sighs and curses were the only noises in the room for a while…

His eyes slid over the room. The bed looked untouched, there were a few empty energy drink cans strewn about, but other than that...

“So, wait, is homework literally all you do when you’re in here?”

“It’s all I have energy for outside of working out and patrols most days. Why?”

Chat rolled over to look up at him. “It’s just… you’re so…” He tried to think of a way to phrase it nicely, but when he couldn’t he settled for: “boring…?”

Carapace frowned a little. “And you’re so annoying!”

Chat flinched. As most people do when someone insults them.

His face softened and he groaned a little. “... sorry. That wasn’t… I’m just a little stressed out about school. This paper is due at midnight and I don’t know what to write.” He cracked a half smile and motioned to all the wads of paper. “As you might have been able to tell.”

He relaxed as well. “Yeah. I hear school is stressful.”

“You hear…?”

He hesitated. They were supposed to keep most things about their lives as civilians a secret, but… there was no way he could figure out who he was from this piece of information, so: “I was homeschooled.”

Carapace raised his eyebrows, thought about it, then nodded. “That makes sense.”

“Huh?”

“You have sheltered rich kid vibes.”

“... thanks?”

“No problem,” he responded easily. He set his pencil down and stretched as much as he could with someone still laying across his lap. “So. You had to have had a good education. Have any tips for my essay?”

Chat yawned and closed his eyes. “Depends. What’s the subject?”

“Film history.”

“... I don’t know anything about that, I don’t think, sorry. Ladybug or Rena might, ask them when they get back.”

Carapace laughed a little. “I don’t need information, if I did at least then I could just look it up, I just don’t know how to… write?”

He blinked his eyes open and then looked at him. “I can help if you just need to get your thoughts in order.”

“Really?” Said Carapace, his face lighting up.

Chat groaned a little as he stretched out. “Sure. Let me get a whiteboard.”

“We have paper…?” He said, watching his housemate get up and start walking out of the room.

“Shhhh, it’s for the aesthetic.”

Chat walked to the fridge and grabbed the whiteboard and markers from it.

He took a quick picture of the board so he could put everything back on it when he was done. Rena had apparently been doing some calculations on it. He remembered, vaguely, that she had mentioned calculating Hawkmoth’s height…

Holy crap. That’s tall. Sure, Hawkmoth was tall, but was he really THAT tall?

He shook his head slightly and erased, then returned to Carapace’s room. He smiled as he held them up for him to see.

“Tada.”

“So… what are we doing?”

“You --” Chat pointed a marker at him. “-- are going to talk about everything you know on the subject. I --” He pointed at himself. “-- am going to put everything in categories and we can go from there.”

Chat very quickly discovered why he was having so much trouble getting anything down. Carapace was… let’s call it ‘passionate’. The moment he started speaking his words tumbled out so quickly that Chat had had to scramble to pull the cap off of the marker so he could start sorting.

But, really, it always is nice to hear someone ramble about something they’re passionate about. Chat had to fight an urge to just watch and listen to Carapace as he talked about how ‘absolutely insane the textbook is for not going that much into eastern theater when there’s so much to talk about about kabuki theater alone --.’

Two hours and many struggles to fit so much information into such a compact space later, Carapace had run out of things to talk about.

“... is there a page limit?” Said Chat as he tossed over a water.

Carapace caught it without even really looking and took a few sips before speaking again: “Uh… yeah. Five pages max. That’s… my main problem.”

Chat looked at the board. What was on there alone was probably two pages in itself and that was just the general names of the topics…

He tipped his head from side to side and then circled a part of it. “Behold. That’s probably around four, and then you can do a bit of extra plus an introduction and conclusion.”

Carapace looked like he was going to cry.

“Are you… okay?”

He sniffled and wiped his eyes. “Where have you been all my life?”

“Uh… being homeschooled?”

“Oh. Right.”

Chat slung himself over Carapace’s lap again as he got to work. He scrolled through his phone for a while.

He jumped a little when he got a text. Still not used to that.

He opened the message.

Ladybug: We’ve washed off and changed clothes so your allergies won’t be irritated. Heading home now.

Kittychat: Thanks :D

He got left on read by three people, but that’s fine.

“They’re on their way back.”

Carapace grinned. “Wow, they beat Mr. Pigeon? Shocker!”

When Chat laughed a little, Carapace’s grin got a little more mischievous.

“Seriously, though, imagine losing to Mr. Pigeon. Couldn’t be me.”

“I am allERGIC --!”

He was cut off by Carapace’s laughter and, after a moment, he joined in.

They lapsed into a comfortable silence…

Then Chat got an idea. A small smirk made its way onto his face.

“You said that your account was going to be showing the world that we’re all normal people under the masks, right?”

“Among other things…?”

“Want to mess with the others and get some footage?”

“You complete me. C’mon.”

Carapace snatched his phone off his desk and they headed down to the living room to prepare.

~~~

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[chilling-seavey]

Anything But Mine - The ‘Work Wife’

A/N Inspired by this tiktok; Florence meets Daniel’s ‘work wife’

Tuesday, December 15, 2026

Florence watched the elevator numbers tick up to 8 and then the doors slid open onto the floor. She was wrapped in her winter coat, legs clad in grey sweats and hair tied back in a haphazard ponytail and the stroller pushed in front of her. Two-year-old Lucy was asleep in the stroller, bundled up in her coat and hat and mitts and boots, already starting to miss her naptime. Florence was only hoping she wouldn’t wake up while at Daniel’s work because one look at her father and Lucy would never get back to sleep until he came home at the end of the day.

It had been a while since Florence had visited the studio and a new secretary sat behind the welcome desk. She was talking on the phone but hung up when she saw the guest approaching.

“Hi honey. What can I do for you?” she asked in a sickeningly sweet voice.

“Just here to drop off Daniel’s laptop.” Florence answered with a tired sigh and a half smile as she set the bag on top of the desk. “He forgot it this morning.”

“That sounds like him! Wait, are you Florence?” the secretary smiled widely, “Oh my God, I’m meeting the other woman.”

Florence’s eyebrows furrowed a moment in confusion.

The young lady continued, “I’m sure you’ve heard lots about me.”

“No, actually.” Florence spoke slowly, eyeing her up carefully.

“You haven’t? Wow, Daniel’s keeping us a secret. How scandalous!” the lady giggled youthfully, “I’m Alexa. I’m Daniel’s work wife!”

Florence’s eyebrow peaked and she shifted in place, “His what?”

“His work wife! Funny story how that came to be; it started because I just always got his coffee exactly how he likes it in the morning, right when he came in! I just understood him on, like, a spiritual level!”

Florence had to work hard to keep her facial expression flat, “He’s allergic to coffee.”

“Oh, haha, I wondered why he never drank it! He is just too nice to even correct me, I guess. Silly man.”

“Can you just tell him I’m here?” Florence asked impatiently, tapping her fingers on top of the desk, her right hand still held protectively around the handle of the stroller.

“Oh, I’m sorry, he’s in a session right now and asked not to be disturbed. I’ll tell him you came by and I’ll leave this on his desk for him.” Alexa took the laptop bag and slung it over her own shoulder. “He’s been working so hard. I was just thinking that Dan and I have been staying here for so many late hours together recently that I probably see him more than you do! You poor thing. We take good care of each other though.”

“Dan?” Florence nearly gagged.

“We have little nicknames for each other.” Alexa giggled.

“Right.” Florence scowled.

“Anyway, I’ll let you go. You look tired. Babies keeping you busy?”

Florence couldn’t even get out a response before Alexa was stepping out from behind the desk and was heading down the hallway.

“I bet. Nice meeting you, Florence! Be good to our husband. I’m watching!”

As expected, Daniel came home a bit later than usual that night. Lucy had already been put to bed and Penelope and Clementine were just eating their bedtime snack when he came home. The two girls came running at the sound of the door and Daniel crouched down to give them equal amounts of kisses over each little cheek. They were already in their pyjamas and Daniel scooped up Penelope into his arms on the way back into the living room.

Florence was on the couch when he came in, her face flat.

“Thanks for bringing my bag today. I would have come to get it but I was so busy.”

She turned slightly when he leaned down to kiss her so all he got was her cheek.

Daniel frowned and set Penelope down so she could join Clementine back at their table to finish their snack. He sat down beside his wife, “What’s going on?”

“Just wondering if you’d prefer to go home to your other wife.”

“My what?” Daniel was taken back.

“Your other wife. Alexa. And your probable other kids too.”

Daniel couldn’t get a rebuttal out before the girls were bounding back over to him.

“Daddy, can you tuck us in?” Clementine asked eagerly, grabbing the sleeve of his sweater.

“Of course.” he put on a smile for his daughters but was concerned about Florence’s statement and he thought about it the entire time he tucked his eldest two into bed and read them a story and kissed them good night.

Florence was still on the couch when he returned from the hallway and he sat back down beside her with a tired sigh. She ignored him.

“Wanna tell me why you think even the concept of another wife would graze my mind?” he asked quietly.

“How long as Alexa worked there?”

“Few months. Maybe five. Why? Did she say something to you today?”

“Yeah. She said a fucking lot.” Florence scoffed. Her arms stayed crossed over his chest and she stared at the ground coldly. “I’m not the other woman first of all. And I’m not going to stand there and be ridiculed by a college freshman about how you and her are fucking in love or some bullshit.”

“She really said that?” Daniel’s eyes went wide.

“Yeah. Called herself your ‘work wife’…that you two just ‘get each other’…that ‘Dan and I spend so many late nights together haha’. Fucking bitch.”

Daniel’s face literally contorted in disgust, “Ugh, I hate ‘Dan’.”

“I know. And why haven’t you told her you’re allergic to coffee? She’s going around flaunting that she knows your order like it fucking matters.”

“She’s…she just seemed nice and I felt badly.”

“Well don’t! She thinks a cup of coffee is the start of a goddamn affair. What have you been doing with her after hours?”

“She’s not even there half the time after hours.” Daniel answered easily, honestly. “So put any idea of that out of your mind right now.”

“You’re not our husband.” Florence grumbled, turning her head away from him. “How dare she even say that to me.”

“Hey. I know.” Daniel shuffled closer and set his hand on her cheek to pull her gaze towards him. “I’m only yours. I promise.”

Florence sniffled and nodded lightly. Daniel tilted her head up to kiss her lips, lingering there a moment just so she could feel it and when he pulled back, she let out a little sigh.

“I’m sorry she said that shit. I’ll talk to her. That’s not okay.” Daniel whispered, resting back against the couch beside her and Florence shuffled to curl into his side.

“She said I look tired.” Florence mumbled sadly, “Do I look tired? Am I letting motherhood steamroll me?”

“No way.” Daniel tisked, sliding his arm around her waist to hold her close, “You are steamrolling motherhood.”

Florence chuckled lightly.

“I’m serious.” Daniel pressed a kiss to her forehead and slid his hand down to her bum, “Always have been and always will be the sexiest woman in the room to me.”

“Even like this?” Florence sniffled, leaning back from his shoulder so he could get a good look at her; messy hair and few little breakouts over her cheeks and dark circles under her eyes.

Daniel smiled, giving her bum a little squeeze as his other hand reached up to caress her face, “Especially like this. There is no other woman in the entire world that I would ever give a second glance to and especially not Alexa. I am wholeheartedly yours.”

Florence leaned up to kiss his lips a few soft times before nuzzling into his neck. He smiled and wrapped his arms right around her.

“You had no clue she was flirting with you, did you?” Florence asked after a while.

“Mm, no, I really didn’t.” Daniel admitted.

“You’re so innocent, Daniel James.” Florence giggled.

“Am not.” Daniel tisked. “But, listen, I’m going to buy you a nice dress for my work Christmas party this Friday and you’re going to dress up just how you like to and you’ll feel like the most beautiful woman in the room and I won’t be leaving your side all night.”

“You don’t have to buy me a dress.” Florence laughed lightly.

“Yeah, I do. A nice tight one with a low cut…” his fingers trailed down her clothed body. “Gonna blow everyone away.”

And that’s exactly what happened. Daniel bought Florence a pretty red dress specifically for the party and a matching red tie of his own. They showed up to his work party in dress and suit down to their polished black shoes and perfectly done hair and you’d be surprised to think they even had three children. Walking into the venue Florence truly felt like a million bucks and the proud smile that was on her face was only proof to her husband that his idea worked.

They mingled around the various groups, sitting at their table with Jack and his fiancé for a little bit, and eventually finding Alexa by the bar.

“Wow, Florence, you clean up well.” the young woman spoke straightly.

“Thank you.” Florence answered politely, hand still tucked in Daniel’s arm as they waited for their drinks. She had been raised in this exact setting; formalwear and conniving strangers, so Florence worked it like an expert.

Daniel was proud of Florence’s politeness in front of the woman who tried to ruin them a little if not at all but when Daniel was called over to speak with his boss, Florence lingered back at the bar a moment. She eyed up Alexa’s tight short dress and messy curls and leaned in towards her with a calm smile, her two diamond rings on display around her glass in the direction of the young lady, “If you go anywhere near my husband in any way, shape, or form that is anything except professional, I will see to it that you’re fired faster than you can say ‘mine’. So back off.”

Florence returned to Daniel’s side, shooting a glare at the young woman over her shoulder as Daniel’s arm slid around her waist protectively. Like hell she was ever going to let someone get in the way of her perfect catch. 

#anything but mine #daniel seavey #why dont we #daniel seavey imagines

[bunnyywritings]

trends and insecurity

Kozume Kenma x bestfriend!reader

𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 - 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 - 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥

[a/n: It’s 3am so I’m not sure how well I proof read this but here’s part 2 of cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater, this one is slightly angsty so, enjoy! -yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´- ps. Trigger warning: (y/n) gets catcalled]

Today, the coaches decided to do a joint practice, meaning that both the guys’ club and the girls’ club would end up having a practice match as well. You were pumped. You had practiced with the boys before but never had a full on match. You bounded excitedly into the gym, smirking once you spotted Kuroo and dashed towards him.

“(Y/n)-” Kenma watched in amusement as you jumped onto the captain’s back, clinging onto him like a koala.

“ACK! What the-” Kuroo turned his head, your noses were inches apart.

“Hello~” You smiled before jumping off of him.

“(Y/N)!!” You turned towards a smiley Lev.

“My child!” You shouted, arms open. He made his way towards you and wrapped you up in his arms. Picking you up and spinning you around. Your eyes widened as you gripped onto his shoulders for dear life since you were a good 500 ft off the ground.

“Lev! Be careful!” Yaku scolded before Lev stopped and put me down. Dizzy, you stumbled around before Kenma caught you in his arms before you could trip on air.

“Thanks Kozu..”you mumbled, hiding your face in his shoulder so no one would see you blush. Kuroo smirked when he saw Kenma blush and look away so the others wouldn’t see his flustered expression.

“Alright everyone! Let’s start with passing drills! Let’s go!” Coach Nekomata instructed. A chorus of groans, including your own, rang throughout the gym. “Did I hear correctly? You guys want punishment dives around the gym? No? Then hustle!” He chuckled. The two teams split up, gathering on either side of the court and started passing drills. The boys took a break while the girls did their spike/blocking drills since they had only set up one net.

Kenma couldn’t stop himself from watching as you bent your knees in a squat, readying yourself to set up for a spike. The way the black spandex hugged the curves of your hips, the way your supple yet firm thighs strained against the shiny fabric--

“Wow Kenma~ So naughty, staring at (y/n)-chan like that~” Kuroo teased his friend. Anyone else would’ve thought that the pigment on his cheeks and his chest heaving for oxygen was from all the physically strenuous activity but Kuroo knew better. You had literally stolen his friends’ breath away. They both watched as you jumped, back curved in the perfect form for a spike before the palm of your hand met the ball in a powerful swing and you sent the ball straight down, the sound of it smacking against the hardwood floor was intimidating. There was a reason why you were the ace of the girls’ team.

Kenma smiled as he watched you land on the ground, victorious grin splitting your lips while you gave a little fist pump in the air.

The rest of the girls went before they switched with the boys to take their break. The entire time, you couldn’t take your eyes off of Kenma. Sure, his spikes and blocks were a bit lack luster but when he was setting up the ball, you couldn’t look away. The way his jaw was clenched, the way his eyes were sharp and focused, and his hands...how they pushed the ball up into the air and--

“You’re staring again.” An amused voice snapped you out of your trance.

“I know Kenji, I just can’t help it.” You sighed quietly, your captain giggled and patted your shoulder.

“I take it that you still haven’t told him.” She handed you your water bottle.

“Of course I haven’t.” You scoffed before taking a greedy sip of water. “He’s been my best friend since we were babies, he could never see me as more than that.” She just rolled her eyes.

“I honestly do not understand how you could be so oblivious.” Kenji muttered before the coach blew the whistle. It was finally time for the match. 

After a vigorous match, and going to 3 sets, the boys won. That meant that the girls had to clean the gym. That was your least favorite thing about volleyball. The clean up. So there you guys were. Collecting volleyballs, putting the net away, and mopping the sweat and spilled water off of the floor before finally being able to shower and change back into our uniforms.

“Hey Kenji!” She had stopped and waited for me to catch up. “Me and the guys are going into downtown to grab a bite to eat, wanna come? Kuroo’s gonna be there~” You wiggled your eyebrows. You and her were pretty good friends and you knew for a fact that she had a FAT crush on her fellow captain.

“Stop that...” She groaned, playfully flicking your forehead. “And as much as I’d love to join you, I can’t. I have an essay to turn in tonight and I have done absolutely nothing. Maybe next time.” She smiled.

“Alright then, see you tomorrow.” You squinted at her skeptically.

“Goodbye! Oh and don’t be late for morning practice tomorrow!” She called as you jogged towards the exit of the school.

“I won’t!” You called over your shoulder.

“It’s about damn time.” Kuroo threw his arms up dramatically.

“Shut up beanpole, we had to clean the ENTIRE gym.”

“Maybe you should just win the match next time.” Lev shrugged smugly.

This made you gasp in mock offense, “Do my ears deceive me? Is my baby boy insulting the ace of the volleyball team when he can’t even properly bump receive a ball?”

“Senpai!~” He whined, jutting out his bottom lip in a cute pout.

“Plus, that setter dump that Kenma made last minute was totally uncalled for.” You huffed.

“That’s kinda the whole point, (y/n).” Kenma looked up from his game with a small grin.

“Whatever Kozu...now let’s go! I’m starving.”

You guys took a short 10 minute train ride to Downtown Tokyo before making your way to the convenience store that had THE BEST ramen ever. You and Yamamoto paid for your food, the others grabbing whatever they were going to munch on. As you waited for the ramen to cool, you got an idea. There was a trend going around tiktok where you dance in front of your s/o, or your friends or whatever and you’d secretly record their reactions and you had made sure not to send any to Kuroo or Kenma for the sole reason of being able to get their reactions. So you set up your phone and angled it perfectly so it got their reactions but it looked like it was recording you.

“Do you have to do that here?” Yaku groaned playfully in annoyance.

“You’re just jealous cause I get more likes on my videos than you.” You grinned, sticking your tongue out at him childishly. Kenma watched quietly as you set the timer and took a couple steps away from the phone. The countdown started, and when the music flowed out of the speaker, his eyes widened slightly when you started to dance. He couldn’t deny how cute your little smile was as the video went on.

“OOH SENPAI~ You’re so good at dancing!~” Lev, ever the hypeman, grinned and continued to give you compliments. Kuroo followed along, doing the moves while in his seat. Inuoka bobbed his head to the music as he watched you dance. Yamamoto was just slurping up his ramen while watching you. All of the reactions were what you had expected. What you hadn’t noticed was Kenma’s reaction. He was watching intently over the top of his psp as you danced, blush evident on his cheeks, lips parted slightly is awe. They were all pretty tame reactions, the song ended and you grabbed your phone.

“Ooh let me see!” Kuroo reached out for your phone. You handed it to him and made your way to grab your ramen.

“Hey!” You turned as someone called out, there was two boys standing a little ways away.

“Hey?” You asked, confusion evident in your voice.

“You’re pretty cute, are you single?” The one that had called to you smirked.

“Uhm...yeah? ” You frowned when he disgustingly ran his eyes over your figure.

“Oh come on. A girl like you, with a body like that? There’s no way you’re single.” The other bit his lip.

“Well I am and I’m definitely not interested in either of you so...you can go.”

“Ooh feisty! Don’t be shy cutie, we were enjoying the show.”

All 6 boys were watching in disbelief and anger.

Kuroo’s fist clenched at his side, he had kinda hoped that Kenma would say something but knew that confrontation wasn’t his thing but he sure as hell looked angry.

“You heard her. She’s not interested so move along you dweebs.” The captain had gotten off of the bench and came over to you. His 6′2 figure towering over your own as he slung an arm over your shoulder and pulled you into him protectively.

The two boys scoffed. “Why do you care? You’re obviously not her boyfriend.”

“That’s true but we’re her friends...and you’re making her uncomfortable.” Lev had also stood up and made his way toward you and Kuroo with the most intimidating face he could muster.

“You should get out of here douche bags, if you keep bothering her, it won’t end well for you.” Yamamoto put down his ramen and made his ‘intimidating’ scowl. Kuroo noticed that you were gripping the back of his vest tightly and your eyes were shining with un-shed tears. Even though you had come out of your shell since he met you, he knew that intense social situations like the current one, made you extremely uncomfortable.

“Whatever man, she seems like a prude anyways.” One scoffed in offense.

“She should take it as a compliment. She’s in public in such a short skirt and dancing around like that, she’s basically asking for it.”

“You two idiots better shut your goddamn mouths right now and leave.” Kuroo growled. “It’s pathetic to think that you deserve anything from her after being so disrespectful.” Kuroo growled. That was the final nail in the coffin. The two boys dismissed it and finally walked away, muttering profanities under their breath. “You okay?” Kuroo asked softly once they were a good ways away.

You bit your lip to stop it from trembling and could only nod as you slowly pulled away from him.

“What jerks, I’m sorry (y/n).” Yaku comforted.

“Yeah, no one should disrespect our senpai like that.” Lev nodded determinedly, Inuoka nodded in agreement. You weakly nodded and sat in between Kuroo and Kenma, appetite gone. Kenma’s heart thumped painfully when he noticed a tear or two slide down your cheek. He took a deep breath and slipped his hand into yours, interlacing your fingers with his and holding your hand so softly. You pushed the feeling of butterflies in your belly aside and leaned your head against his shoulder. He pulled out his earphones and gave you an earbud.

Frowning in confusion, you put in in your ear and he put the other in his. Your confusion was quelled when he opened tiktok and went to his favorites. The first video he pulled up was of a frog in the front pocket of someone’s overalls.

“I’m gonna get one, you know.” You sniffled, a soft laugh leaving your lips.

“Of course you are.” The smile never leaving his lips as he looked down at you. He had to restrain himself because he was at the perfect angle to kiss your forehead, and he so badly wanted to give you a sweet kiss and comfort you after the incident that just happened. After years of being friends with you, he knew how much you enjoyed physical touch. Mainly hugs and cuddles.

After a couple of minutes, everyone finished eating and whatever and decided that it was time to go home. Everyone went their separate ways after saying goodbye.

“Uhm hey, did you maybe want to come over? We could do homework then maybe play some animal crossing? I can show you how to blackmail Tom Nook.” His offer made you grin.

“That sounds great Kozu.”

“Great. Do you have your Switch?”

He watched as you patted your bag and gave him a thumbs up. “Always.”

He quickly shot his mom a text to let her know you would be coming over. “My mom wants to know if you’ll stay for dinner?”

“How could I pass that up? You know I love her cooking.” His heart skipped a beat as he sent his mom your response.

The two of you continued to walk to his house, talking about the possibilities of a parallel universe.

“But it’s not ridiculous Kozu! Seriously, just hear me out. What if the shows and movies we’re watching are things that actually happened in a parallel universe. Like, what if ‘A Silent Voice’ was a real thing that happened in a universe where people’s everyday lives were televised as tv shows and movies in our universe.”

“That seems pretty unlikely, (y/n)”

“Does it though? Does it really?” You squinted at him.

“Yes. That’s like saying that someone in a parallel universe is watching this exact conversation happen, as we speak, on their tv. Just listen to how ridiculous it sounds.”

“But it doesn’t! That’s my point!” You flung your arms in the air.

He shook his head fondly as you guys reached the front door and he unlocked it. “We’re home!” He called quietly as the two of you slipped off your shoes.

“Oh, welcome back! (y/n), It’s wonderful to see you again!” His mom came and gave you a big hug, one that you happily returned.

“It’s good to see you too! I hope I’m not intruding.” You smiled nervously, you were literally there a couple days ago.

“Don’t be silly, sweetheart! We love having you here, come over whenever you like. Even if Kenma isn’t here, just come in and we can have some tea.” She smiled sweetly.

“I think I’ll take you up on that offer.” Kenma watched the interaction as his heart filled with warmth.

“Do you two want a snack while you wait for dinner? I can cut up some fruit if you like?” You and Kenma looked at each other and nodded.

“Yeah, that sounds good mom. We’re gonna be doing homework in my room.”

“Okay then, don’t overwork yourselves!” She called as you two made your way upstairs. Once in his room, he handed you the sweats that you keep in his drawer and one of his pullovers. While you changed, he pulled on his own sweats and a black t-shirt.

You put your clothes on the spinny chair at his desk and sat beside him on his bed. “So, what first? Chem or math?” You asked, placing your binder down in front of you.

“Hmm Chem, just so we can get it out of the way.”

A couple minutes in, his mom knocked and came in with two bowls of cut fruit. You missed the way Kenma blushed when his mom gave him a knowing smile before she left the two of you alone. The unit you were working on was fairly easy, the only bothersome things were all the damn conversions you had to do.

“Why is this even necessary? Like when am I ever gonna need to know how to change the measurement of boron from mole to kilogram?” He was going to answer but he noticed that it wasn’t directed at him, he watched in amusement as you shoved a strawberry in your mouth.

“Ha, boron...” the amusement in your voice was clear, even when it was muffled by strawberry. With a shake of his head, he looked back down at his notebook.

“Finally!” You tossed your binder onto the ground. “Now teach me how to blackmail that annoying little racoon.” Kenma chuckled at your enthusiasm as you grabbed your Switch from your bag. He sat up against the headboard and you crawled into the space next to him, instantly snuggling into his warmth.

“Alright, so here’s how you do it-”

So there the two of you were. He had an arm around your waist, his hand was resting on the top of your thigh. He hadn’t really realized how touchy he was being, neither had you. It wasn’t necessarily the first time the two of you had cuddled but it was different this time around. Kenma subconsciously felt guilty for not doing more earlier, for not doing more to protect you. So, he was overcompensating for it now. 

You frowned as you looked up and called out to him softly once more. “Kenma...kenma~”

“Hmm?” He blinked a couple of times before meeting your eyes.

“Is everything okay, Kozu?” You put down the game and turned your body so you could get a proper look at him. At his hesitation, you grew more worried. “Kenma what’s wrong?” He knew you wouldn’t take a shrug of the shoulders or a mumbled, ‘nothing.’ as an answer.

“Well, I-I just feel like I failed as your friend.”

“Why do you feel like that?” You bit your lips nervously.

“Because I didn’t do anything to defend you earlier, I just...sat and watched while those guys disrespected you and made you uncomfortable.” He was looking down at his lap, refusing to look you in the eye.

“Oh Kenma...it’s okay. Really. You didn’t have to say anything. Only you could comfort me like you did. No words needed, just cuddles, and frog memes.” He felt pride swell in him at your words, “Please look at me Kenma.” He hesitantly looked into your eyes. “You could never fail me. Ever.” You wrapped your arms around his waist and nuzzled into his chest. He had a MASSIVE blush burning his cheeks. “You’re always there for me when I need you, and I don’t thank you enough for it but I really do appreciate it, Kozu. I appreciate you.” His blush started to cool down as he wrapped his own arms around you. He held you and relished in your warmth. He was confused and a little flustered when you looked up at him, an unknown emotion in your eyes but he felt it. The sudden tension between the two of you as you glanced down at his lips before looking back into his eyes.

He couldn’t help but lean into you, it was like you were a gravitational force that was pulling him in.

“Kozu, I-” he could feel your breath on his lips, your soft voice pulling him into a trance. Your forehead met his, he nervously looked into your eyes. This was very new to the both of you. Hearts beating erratically, both of you hoping the other couldn’t hear the thunderous thumps against your rib cages. Your lips looked soft and plush, he wanted to feel them against his own. To taste them on his own. His sudden confidence surprised him, and you, as his hand shakily came up to cup your cheek, thumb running over your cheek as the tension grew, breaths getting heavier. Heavy eyelids slipping closed when-

“Kids! Dinner is ready!” The sudden shout from his mom causing a squeak to leave your throat as you both jolted away from each other. Kenma quickly climbed out of the bed, standing awkwardly and fiddling with his hands.

“We should-” He swallowed heavily, “We should go eat.”

“Right...we should.” He frowned when the statement that left your lips came out as a dejected whisper. He followed as you walked out the door and down stairs, greeting his father before sitting down for dinner.

Even though you were smiley and enthusiastic throughout the meal, he could feel that you were somewhat upset.

He thought about it as he laid in bed after you left, picking up his phone, he scrolled before finding Kuroo’s contact.

To Kuroo: I think I messed up....I don’t know what to do

Once you got home, you couldn’t stop thinking about what happened. Was Kuroo wrong? Maybe he really didn’t like you like that...maybe you were wrong. You couldn’t stop the tears that had collected in your eyes as you grabbed your phone.

To Tetsuhoe: I guess I was right, I am just a friend

𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥: @moon-390​, @beanst0ck​, @renee1414​

#kenma kozume x reader #kenma x reader #haikyuu x reader #cheater cheater pumpkin eater

[lailarain]

Spoilers for TBHK

TW: Mentions of s3xu@l åss@ult/@buse, $uicidə and bl00d

Episode 9(continued):

"Is Amane good at S M O O C H I N G"

"He isn't my type" "you sure about that?" this is literally the only time Tsukasa has been right I swear

NO DON'T LET THEM TRICK YOU

WOAH WHAT HAPPENED TO HIS EYES

HEY NO LET HER GO

THEY LEFT HIM THERE TOO LMAOOOO

NO NENE NOOOOOO

Also, on an unrelated note, does Nene have the same VA as Chiaki from Danganronpa, cause they sound really alike

WAIT IS SHE OKAY

SHE'S OKAY YEAH BABY

OKAY WHERE TF IS HANAKO

WAIT IT'S HANAKO

HOLY SHIT WHAT IS THAT

This Natsuhiko is not that bright

THAT ISN'T WHAT LOVE IS YA STUPID

OH MY GOD HE'S DEAD

Holdup this isn't her home🤨

OHMYGODITSHANAKO

WHO HURT MY BABY BOY

Hanako🥺🥺🥺🥺

HE'S BLUSHING

Wait so she still has the keys? What are they even for?

YES NENE PROTECT YOUR MAN😤

Episode 10:

Okay I'm starting to doubt my $exu@| @$$ault theory a lot, but I know that Tsukasa DEFINITELY hurt my precious Hanako somehow and I don't plan on forgiving him for it

Interesting🤔

ARM WRESTLING I'M DYING😭😭😭😭😭

I LOVE THEIR TRIO ISTG

IT WAS MITSUBA WHAT

THERE'S A MOUTH ON THE HAND WHAT THE HECK

NENE NOOOOO

WAIT IS THAT MITSUBA OH MY GOD IT'S MITSUBA ISN'T HE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD

MITSUBA WHAT THE F

OKAY WHAT'S GOING ON

I gotta admit, Mitsuba is pretty cute

OKAY WOAH "MASTER"?!?!?😳😳😳

WAIT AOI?!?!?

OKAY NO THAT'S NOT AOI

LEAVE NENE ALONE

Kou💀

WAIT WHY DOESN'T HE REMEMBER HIS LIFE

OH SHOOT I THINK MITSUBA JUST REALIZED

CAN PEOPLE LEAVE NENE ALONE ABOUT HE LEGS NOTHING IS WRONG WITH HER SHE IS LITERALLY GORGEOUS

The mirror dude is just roasting Mitsuba and Nene💀

NOT NENE

YES MITSUBA

NO MITSUBA

NO NO NO NO NOT NENE NOT MITSUBA

WAIT WHAT

NO THAT'S NOT HANAKO

TSUKASA STOP IT

YOU LITERALLY HAVE BLOOD ON YOUR FACE AND HANDS AND ARE CHILL ABOUT IT

TSUKASA STOP IT YOU MANIPULATOR

Episode 11:

SECOND TO LAST EPISODE OF SEASON BABY LET'S GO

I'm still wondering what Tsukasa did specifically to push Hanako to murder him(other than being a terrible person. I normally LIKE psychotic characters, but this guy is just manipulative)

YEAH DON'T BE SO HARD ON YOURSELF NENE

DID HE JUST RIP OUT HIS HEART

OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK DID HE SAYYYYY

Awwww Hanako🥺

I love Hanako I swear😭😭

WOAH IT'S SO PRETTY

WAIT SHE'S HUMAN AGAIN

Awwww Fox Girl🥺

THAT'S SO SWEET AWWWWW

wait why did Hanako stroke his face post-it thingy just now

TSUKASA LEAVE HIM ALONE

STOP BEING SO MANIPULATIVE

WAIT WHAT DID HE JUST DO TO NENE

OH KOU ISN'T GONNA TAKE THIS WELL

POOR MITSUBA

SOMEONE GIVE MITSUBA A HUG

THIS IS SO CONFUSING I CAN BARELY TELL THESE TWO APART ISTG

TSUKASA YOU FU€KƏR

NO MITSUBA

TSUKASA YOU SUCK

Hanako just standing there like 👁👄👁

DID TSUKASA JUST PUNCH HIM

WHAT IS HE TALKING ABOUT HE LITERALLY KNOWS ALL OF THEM

OKAY WOAH CHILL MITSUBA😳

OH NO POOR KOU

TSUKASA DOESN'T WANT HIM TO REMEMBER I BET

NENE ARE YOU OKAY

POOR MITSUBA

NO MITSUBA DON'T DO THIS

Awww Nene is sad🥺

WAIT THAT WAS THE WHOLE EPISODE?!?!?

Okay I'm gonna save the season finale for I tomorrow because it's getting late where I am

Episode 12:

Okay I know i said I'd watch it the next day and it's been more than a week since then but I swear I wasn't procrastinating

OKAY SEASON FINALE BABY LET'S GO

Okay so I think I still kinda believe in my s3xu@l @$$ault theory because I have been thinking abiut Korekiyo from Danganronpa's backstory and HE was gr00m3d by his sister(I think. I haven't actually gotten to that part of the game yet. I only heard this from tiktok), so it's still possible, but I'm not sure anymore.

WAIT SHE HAS A HAMSTER THAT'S SO CUTE

I'm still salty about Tsukasa manipulating Mitsuba🙄

I still feel really bad for Kou🥺

KOU🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Princess?🤨

Hanako istg why are you so LIT

She's worried for Kou😭

HANAKO THAT'S A LIL SUS

Awww hanako is so cute🥺🥺🥺

HANAKO WHY YOU GOTTA DO HER HAIR LIKE THAT😭😭😭😭😭

Yeah Hanako you gotta open up too😤

IT'S A FUCKIN PUFFERFISH WHAT THE FUCK

Nene lmao💀

Why does he keep calling her "Your Highness"

THIS FISH FUCK IS NTO GONNA TAKE NENE AWAY FROM HANAKO NO WAY NO HOW

A princess? Sounds like bullshit to me🤨

HE WAS CRYING AND HURT YOU FISHY IDIOT HE DIDNT ATTACK HER

NOPE DON'T YOU DARE NENE😤😤😤

This is totally the fish trying to trick her

Aoi got herself a deticated guy😳

BUT NENE DESERVES TO KNOW HANAKO'S PAST

WAIT HANAKO WAS THERE THE WHOLE TIME?!?!??!

He really has to tell her his past, otherwise he's gonna lose Nene before he knows it and I DON'T THINK I CAN LIVE WITH THAT

YES NENE SHE TURNED IT DOWN MY GIRL

OH SHIT NO NENE

LET HER GO

BUT HANAKO IS IN LOVE WITH HER

WHY DO PEOPLE KEEP MAKING FUN OF HER LEGS ISTG

NO NENE DON'T

YES HANAKO TO THE RESCUE

HANAKO YES HOLY SHIT HE'S CARRYING HER

Awwww Nene no you mean everything to Hanako🥺

AWWW HANAKO🥺🥺🥺

THEY ARE SO CUTE AHHHHWHY DID YOU KILL YOUR BROTHER THOUGH

AJNDGEKBDJRBREJSBDUD SO CUTE

TSUKASA WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT BLACK STUFF I'M SCARED

AW KOU🥺

WAIT IS TERU NOT A PIECE OF SHIT ANYMORE

AWWWWW YES HANAKO AND NENE ARE SO CUTE EEEEEEEEEE

WAIT THAT'S IT?!?!?!?!

Okay so I googled it and apparently Season 2 hasn't been confirmed but there is plenty of material from the manga available to make a sequel. If anyone has any other information, I would LOVE for someone to reply to this with that info.

REVIEW TIME!

Toilet-Bound Hanako-Kun is an anime about a ghost named Hanako-Kun, who haunts the school bathroom, being summoned by Nene Yashiro, a girl who dreams of having a boyfriend to love her for who she is. Despite how weird and crackhead-sounding the title and storyline are, the show has an amazing plot and incredible characters. Definitely high up on my list of animes I love. Overall, I have to rate Season 1 a definite 8/10. The show is awesome, but I despise the fact that all the characters keep making fun of Nene's legs as if a woman is supposed to have every single feature of her body be perfect. I feel like it would've made more sense if you had people make fun of her boobs or something rather than her ankles because for her boobs to be kinda underdeveloped in high school would be a definite target for bullying rather than a feature as random as her ankles. I am definitely a Hananene shipper, and possibly a Mitsukou shipper. I still wanna know WHY Hanako killed Tsukasa, and if my s3xu@l @$$ault theory was right or not. I can't wait for Season 2 to come out, and I hope they continue to have the show be the masterpiece it is.

Thank you all for being so patient with me finishing the first season, and thanks for reading my thoughts! Bye!

UPDATE: I've been told that the manga confirmed that the s3xual @ssault theory was wrong so yeah

Also, I've started collecting the manga(i currently have 1-3 and 5, with 4 and 6 arriving next month)because I'm sick of waiting for Season 2 so when Season 2 comes around just know that I might know everything that happens by then

#tbhk #toilet bound hanako kun

[angelmichelangelo]

First Line Fic Game

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favourite authors!

Thank you for the tag @panlesters !! <3 i’m not sure who has and hasn’t been tagged already but i’ll tag the lovely @echoedvoices and anyone else who wants to join in :D

1. and when the whole world is watching

Walker is unhinged.

It’s apparent in the way his eyes are bulging from his head, the irritable twitch of his fingers, the thick pulse in his neck that strains against the pale of his skin like a snake writhing under bladed grass.

It was also apparent in the dark, red blood splatter on the once polished shield he held tightly in trembling hands.

2. the no man’s land of my mind

Everything is cold. His body is tickled with it, his skin shivers as the icy breeze brushes past him, and when his muscles tense and constrict, there’s a dull ache; body used and underused in unison.

His head is throbbing, like his brain pulsating against the walls of his skull, banging like a tight skinned drum, desperate with each beat to escape itself.

3. the fox

“He’s gonna be sick.”

There’s a voice that feels both a million miles away as well as super close at the same time, like they’re literally in his ear.

4. company policy

There’s music thumping through the wall, faded and muted that makes it hard to hear the exact lyrics, but if Dan was to strain his ear, he’s sure he’s able to pinpoint what it is, since he’s sure that recognising music is some kind of lame superhero power he has, but in all honesty, it’s a little hard to concentrate with someone railing him from behind.

5. catboy roleplay thursdays

Thursdays, Phil decides, are for his time. After hours of watching Jenna Marbles videos, Phil soon becomes very accustomed to the phrase that becomes a household name signature in his house, “me time.”

6. filters

Phil is sure he’s probably wasted about eighty percent of his adult life on his phone. Between the endless scrolling through TikTok and the wormhole that is Snapchat clickbait news stories, Phil is pretty much glued to his phone, even when he knows he shouldn’t be. 7. king of packed lunches

“How the hell do they make it look so good?”

Phil’s back is aching, burning almost, as he’s leant over the kitchen counter, squinting down at his phone as the TikTok replays again for what feels like the billionth time, the speedy hands of a mother perfecting what seems like the world's most incredible lunch box.

8. the fisherman’s guide

A seagull soars across the sky. Its wings spread wide, momentarily paused against the blue as it glides through the air, not before it flaps its wings again. It passes through the sunlight, briefly shadowing the world for a moment in a blink of darkness.

9. an empty house

Numbness spreads across his body like he’s been dunked in freezing cold water. It’s tingling in the tips of his fingers, burning fiercely in the soles of his feet, making him want to just run.

The police station is too loud. It’s too bright and it’s too big and his heart is so heavy where it sits in his chest, it feels like a rock pulsing against his ribs, each beat and each out of sync pounding is like another dull ache there, spreading across each inch of his body until he’s completely and utterly numb.

10. fall and i’ll catch you

The early sunlight filters through the half pulled blinds of the bedroom window. It oozes all over the room, dancing against the walls and door, falling over items dotted around the teenager’s room. It floods over his body, the small warm feeling prickling against his skin, and when it comes to rest across his face, does it wake Peter up.

11. eight million

She sits by the phone, fingers trembling, her leg bounces with a bubble of anxiety that flows through her body, jolting every nerve in her body like hot electricity. He was supposed to be on the bus. He was supposed to be okay. But it’s been half an hour since the world ended and she hasn’t heard from anyone.

12. thanatophobia

It’s a fear of dying. It burns itself into so many minds across the earth and universe. It lives, deep rooted for a lifetime, or is sparked to life early. It’s a bubbling anxiety that grows in the pit of your stomach and comes out in sleepless nights and heavy beating hearts. It’s a fear that can’t be faced.

13. familiar faces

Phil’s deep into a Mario Kart round when there’s a knock at the door, making him jump. He looks at the door, then back at the TV where he’s slipped into eight place as Baby Peach absolutely totals him with a green shell that–

The door knocks again, and Phil pauses his game, his own Mii frozen on the screen with a look that can only be described as utter disappointment as Phil turns away and heads towards the door.

14. end of the page

“Thought? Feelings? Hate it, love it? Kinda wanna set fire to it?”

Phil’s shoulders are shaking with a silent laugh as he takes the mug from Dan’s offering hand, bringing the rim of the mug to his lips as he takes a long, slow sip. Honey flavoured tea, his favourite.

15. coming home

The key in the lock seems to echo so loudly in the quiet of the night, and as Phil struggles through the front door, feet clip clipping loudly into the hall, he can hear the sounds of Dan’s shushing as their dog bounds towards them from the other room, probably where he’d made himself on the sofa he knows he’s not allowed up onto, and Phil pulls the baby carrier up out of his eyeline, shushing him further as he starts to whine, tail wagging, clearly wanting some attention since he’d been left alone most of the day.

16. vacation getaway

Phil is squeezing the last of the suncream into the palm of his hand, squirting out rather pathetically, he looks at if for a moment as it melts between his fingers under the hot sun, and he starts rubbing it up and down his arm, when there’s suddenly a shadow being casted over him.

17. just another drop stitch

When Hermione wakes, she’s cold. It’s something she’s become very accustomed to in their cottage, and as their first winter here had rolled around, she’d had to use her initiative to find ways to keep her waking feeling freezing.

18. beneath the ice

When Kurt wakes, the first thing he does is stumble out of bed, almost tripping over his own feet as he runs towards his window, pressing his face against the glass, fogging it up with his breath as a grin breaks across his face, eyes lighting up at the sight of the snow that’s now blanketing the outside world. He doesn’t hesitate to spin on his heel, rushing out of his room to find his dad, skipping two, three steps at a time.

19. in sickness and in health

Of course both Dan and Phil get sick during their honeymoon.

Of all the places they’d travelled around the world, Hawaii had been one place they’d somehow managed to skip out on.

20. dear santa

Dear Santa,

My name is Dan and I live in England and I’m eight years old. I’m in Year 3 at school and it’s okay I guess. The work isn’t so hard but the other kids in my class are kind of mean and I don’t really like them that much.

#i can't tell if the opening of my fics have a pattern or not #fic #phan #tag game #ty for this :D

[mental-health-advice]

Submission about marriage to older guy

Hi! So I’m 23F and I feel like I’m Bi. I’m closeted because I’m married to an (older) man and we both come from very religious backgrounds. I do definitely care about my relationship with God above all else. I know what the Bible says and what I believe about not being straight, that’s not really what I came here for.

My problem is- my husband is 25 years older then me. We are genuinely best friends and get on so well. The big issue is that I’m not... sexually attracted to him. He provides for me and makes me feel loved and all that. The relationship is basically perfect. It’s just hard when it comes to the intimacy.

I see tons of reels and TikTok videos with really pretty bi/lesbian girls or videos of attractive guys around my age or kinda in their 30’s and it just ignites me and makes me want to date again and really see all the options I have. I did date before my husband, but we married pretty quickly after beginning to date. He’s been married before, and older people who are going on their second marriage tend to move faster because they want the domesticated life. But I just miss dating and I used to travel a lot more because I had more money when I was single and everywhere I went I always found someone I was into.

I just miss the excitement and being with someone I was attracted to. Now I’m in a weird position. My husband is great. And I should be happy. And to an extent, I am. But I feel like I kinda jumped too quickly and didn’t give myself a chance to explore what else is out there. I often find myself wondering ‘what if?’. Or wondering who else I might’ve ended up with. (It doesn’t help that at first my family wasn’t very supportive of this relationship. They now are. But I feel a twinge of embarrassment when I travel with him to visit family and friends because I feel that people judge me or think weird of me for dating an older guy. It gives me a lot of anxiety probably because I’m unsure of the relationship myself.)

What are your thoughts on all of this and your advice? I’m not looking for anything specific, I just want a general outside opinion on the situation. Give me your opinion and advice that you feel you want to give. (We’ve been married 2 1/2 years. I’ve dated/talked to at least 6+ guys before my husband, but all my age. Some I dated officially and some we just got into the talking stages. I’ve never been with a girl.)

Hey lovely,

Thank you for reaching out to us! I’m glad to hear that you’ve discovered more about your sexuality. Figuring out what your sexuality is can be difficult, but you’re a step closer to knowing for certain and that’s great!

I understand that you’re doubting your current relationship / marriage. Jumping into something quickly can lead to doubts later on, especially the big ‘what if’-questions. The thing is, there’s no way to answer those questions! So instead of focusing on those what if-questions, try to focus on something else. What matters most is your happiness. So I think a question to ask yourself would be if you’re happy at the moment? That’s a difficult question though, so I understand if you can’t answer that right away, or if it’s a complicated answer. I can imagine that you’re indeed happy, but that you’re also wondering about whether you might be happier if things were to change.

You mention that you miss the excitement from dating. That’s understandable! On the other hand; is that something you’d want for the long term? Dating is exciting because it’s someone new every once in a while, you do fun things. But is that what you want eventually as well? Because eventually, dating is bound to change into a relationship, which wouldn’t be as exciting anymore. So the question is, would you still prefer that over your current relationship? 

In the end, this is your decision to make. No one else can make that decision for you. To make this decision, it might help to write down pros and cons, both to staying in your current relationship, as well as to leaving the relationship and starting dating again. You can divide the pros/cons into short term and long term. While the short term pros might seem very tempting, it’s always more important to focus on the long term pros/cons. You might also want to give each pro/con a value, so that you can see better how it all weighs up against each other. This is a very rational way of making a decision, so I also understand if that isn't for you. It’s also okay to sit with your feelings for a while and see where that leads you. 

I understand that you experience anxiety when you think about what people might think of your current relationship. However, it’s none of their business. This is your relationship. It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks, as long as you’re happy! So there we are back at it again; your happiness matters most and it’s up to you to figure out what would make you happiest.

Even though I can’t make any decisions for you, I hope this was still helpful! Let us know if there’s anything else we can do to be of help.

Sometimes what seems impossible, is just hard. Love Pauline

#mental health #advice #advice blog #relationship #marriage #dating #bisexual #bi #LGBTQIA+ #LGBT #mhapauline

[wcuenglish]

The next faculty member under the Spotlight is Dr. Jonathan Bradshaw, a professor in the Department of English. He has been teaching for a total of about 14 years. Of that time, he has spent the last five years here at WCU, where he has served as director of the WRCS (Writing, Rhetoric, and Critical Studies) Program for the last two years.

In this interview, you'll hear about some of his favorites, what he likes about WCU, his journey into rhetoric studies, an important lesson he's learned over the years, and more.

His requested use of his time in the spotlight: showing off homegrown produce.

Below the cut is a shortened version of his answers to student questions and other information:

What's your favorite movie? (What's your favorite movie and why should it be Star Wars?)

I’m not actually sure that I have one. I mean, I like movies and all, but I guess I would much rather be mixing my compost or reading a seed catalog than watching a movie. I was actually an actor in a movie about Appalachian migration and music traditions, called The Mountain Minor. To further evade your question, I’m not sure why it should be Star Wars. I do consume a lot of TikTok, if that counts.

Why is Spider-Man your favorite superhero? 

Excellent question! I think it is because he has traditionally been written as the relatable hero. He was kind of a revolutionary concept when first created because most comics focused on the near-perfect hero. Peter Parker was someone who had everyday issues on top of stopping an evil villain with four mechanical arms.

What's your favorite food? 

Now we’re talking! I would have to say fried chicken. I don’t mean just any fried chicken. Well, actually, I do mean pretty much any fried chicken. But I especially mean my mother’s fried chicken. She’s taught me her approach to making it, and I can approximate it, but I can’t quite make it or find it anywhere other than her house.

What’s your favorite restaurant to go to in Sylva? 

I don’t hitch up my cart and wagon to leave my small farm in Cullowhee much these days. As much as possible, I try to grow what I eat (though I don’t nearly reach that goal and am a hypocrite for even saying it). I don’t go there often, but I do like the Coffee Shop. I love little diners.

What’s your favorite type of coffee? 

Coffee! I’m not picky, but I generally like a light or medium roast best. But I will drink weak, scalded gas station coffee without hesitation.

What’s your favorite thing to do in your spare time? 

Work in my garden. Since the pandemic started, I have probably read the equivalent of an MA degree in organic gardening and soil health. If you run into me on campus, there’s as good a chance I am, at that moment, strategizing how to get more brown material into my compost as I am to be thinking about rhetoric.

What’s your favorite thing about being at WCU? 

I love that it is an institution that is serious about teaching. All institutions use rhetoric about higher education, student learning, etc. But, at WCU, I see faculty and an institution with real commitments to student learning.

What inspired you to go into the field of rhetoric? 

What I love about rhetoric is that it has the potential to empower people to participate in the conversations that matter the most to them. I describe rhetoric to my students as thinking artfully and ethically about our communication with others. By “artful,” I mean that we can be intentional about the language that we use. Even in writing a memo or advocating for change in your community, you are not bound to the first thought that comes to your mind. You can develop a repertoire of strategies that helps you invent better engagement. By “ethical,” I mean that we should always recognize our language has consequences for others. Rhetoric gets a bad reputation as “manipulative,” and yeah, it can be. But there is nothing inherently manipulative about being intentional with your language use. It’s the ethical side that matters. If you are using rhetoric to get what you want, well, let’s start re-thinking your approach. What I love most about rhetoric is not the esoteric Athenian and Roman terms; it’s that it is always about audience. Rhetoric, at its best, practices an ethic of audience care. There is no not-caring about how your words are received. If you are using rhetoric, you care deeply about how your audience receives your words and so you fold them into your decision-making as a writer.  

As far as how I got into rhetoric? Well, I have two degrees in literary studies. I majored in English as an undergrad when my advisor told me I was at the point where I had to pick a major or there was no reason for me to be there. English was the area where I knew I would do the most writing, so that was where my interests went. I tacked on an “English Ed” side to the major as an afterthought, but then just really fell in love with teaching and planned to be a High School teacher. As an MA student, I thought I was on the track to become a literature professor, but I fell in love with teaching writing as soon as I taught my first writing class. After a couple years of teaching writing, I was just all in. And I also realized that I needed more specific ways to think about what I was doing and what writers do, which led me to the study of rhetoric. I had gotten my degrees in programs that focused solely on literary study, so I had no opportunity to study rhetoric. Once I began studying rhetoric theory on my own, a light went off. I had really struggled in writing my MA thesis and I realized why: I was grasping about for the language of rhetoric, but I didn’t have it at the time. So in a lot of ways, I arrived at rhetoric through the back door because I was always open to discovering new things rather than having a single-track mind about my education.

Are there other careers you would like to pursue outside of teaching? 

Sure, but don’t tell the Department Head or tenure review committee that :)  

My dissertation research studied communication strategies of Appalachian community advocacy organizations. I really fell in love with the two organizations I worked with there—Appalshop in eastern KY, and the Urban Appalachian Community Coalition in Cincinnati, OH—and seriously considered doing communications work after getting my PhD. In the end, I decided to give the academic track a good go before making that turn. It was a long-range plan of mine to end up back in the mountains of WNC, so I jumped at the opportunity when I got the offer at WCU.

What has been the most important lesson you've learned?

Well, I try to keep learning them, so there are a lot! However, one that has stuck with me throughout my life is understanding. I don’t mean understanding in terms of “comprehension.” I mean more understanding that everyone has experiences that are not the same as yours, and we need to always extend understanding to people around us. I can’t always know what you’re going through, or what your experience has been like, but I can extend understanding to you. In a sense, I came to understand “understanding” to mean something in between (or perhaps cross-pollinated) empathy and extending grace to others.

What advice do you have for students?

Stay in communication! Let that mean for you what it does. Stay in communication with your professors, peers, family, friends, co-workers. It is never the students who email me or visit my office that I worry about—even when they are really going through something. It’s the people I never hear from.

Anything else you would like to share for your time in the spotlight?

Squash!

#faculty spotlight #WCU #wcu english #western carolina university #student questions #rhetoric #squash