#i was a little disappointed because I thought they were going to skip the ball and most importantly jacaerys dancing w helaena to rattle

[suispiria]

ep 8 of house of the dragon is the pussy part of the season

#every week I’ve been like oh this is the best ep so far #my god!!!!! most show ever!!!!!!!!!!! #that scene w viserys and alicent. bonkers. #i was a little disappointed because I thought they were going to skip the ball and most importantly jacaerys dancing w helaena to rattle #his cousins BUT i always win!!!! and i got even more cousin on cousin violence #and emma darcy was ACTING like it was rly win after win for me

[ist4rgirlo]

── 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 - 𝐜.𝐟 : 𝐕

Summary: Being Belly & Steven’s older sibling has it’s pros and cons. protecting them and taking care of them is a must, but do you really have to put their feelings first instead of your own?

Prev ; Next || Conrad Fisher x fem!reader || My blog

Warnings: angst, fluff, talking about panic attacks, swearing, crying (lmk if i missed anything!)

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It was the morning after the incident — thank god I woke up in my own room now. I was still exhausted, tired from last night. I never thanked that person that helped me last night, I never thanked him.

It was 9 in the morning, I decided to just stay in my room. I can’t face them — I just can’t, how can I? I’m still hurt from it, from what they said to me.

There was a knock on my door. “Come in!” I sat up and looked at the door — It was Steven. “Hey sis, goodmorning” Steven walked towards me, he was holding a plate with food in it. Gosh I love Steven, he was the only one who truly cared.

“Hey Steve” I said, looking up to him — smiling at him. “I got you breakfast” he said, titlting his head. He smiled, raising his shoulders.

I stood up and hugged him. We always had each other even from the start, even when we were little. He understands me and I understand him. That’s what I love about our relationship.

“Thank you, Steve. For everything”

“Ofcourse sis. Anything for you” Steven pulled away, rubbing my shoulders. “So, I heard that you had a panic attack last night. You want to talk about it?” He sat down — asking me to sit down with him. He placed the plate on my lap.

As I started to eat my breakfast, Steven said “It’s okay if you don’t want to, I can understand” looking at me — smiling gently.

I looked back at him “No it’s okay, we can talk about it. Just wanted to ask you, who told you?” He looked down, fidgeting with his fingers. He shouldn’t have asked — he thought.

“Oh uh, it was Conrad”

Ofcourse it was him, he was the one who helped me. He was the one who went up to me last night, at the beach.

“Oh, ofcourse” I said looking at him, I smiled — nodding. He just looked at me waiting for an answer. Waiting for me to tell him what the reason was behind my panic attack.

“It was just too much for me last night. I guess I just exploded. I never meant to yell at mom or Belly, I was just too tired. It was like I was in the middle of everything — it wss my first time having that incident, Steve. I thought I wouldn’t make it.” I told him, plopping down on my bed — sighing deeply, putting my arm over my eyes.

“I am so sorry that happened to you sis, I should’ve been there by your side — defending you, I should’ve followed you.” Steven’s voice was filled with worry, with disappointment. I might’ve struggled a lot last night, he thought.

Hearing the sadness in his voice, I sat up — putting my arms around his shoulder “Steve you shouldn’t be sorry, it’s okay. I’m okay now, don’t worry” I looked at him then I leaned my head on his shoulder while he leaned his head on top of my head.

“I got you always, sis. You know that”

“I do, Steve. I also got you, always. I am so thankful for you”

We stayed like that for a moment until Steven had to go because Laurel was calling for him — he had this thing with Shayla — it was probably about the deb ball.

TIME SKIP

After mopping around in my room and doing god know’s what, I decided to go get ready to go out. I couldn’t stay here in my room all day so I decided to go to the beach and get some fresh air.

As I walk downstairs, I saw Susannah — she was with Belly & Laurel in the living room. “Goodmorning, Y/N!” Susannah greeted me, I greeted her back then walked out of the door — completely ignoring my sister and my mom.

Conrad and Jeremiah were in the living room, playing games. I hesistated between going to him or not but I chose not to go to Conrad just to thank him for last night — it’ll just add fuel to whatever heat is going on between me and Belly. It was best to keep quiet and not say anything.

I went out of the door and went straight to the beach.

For me, beaches have a soothing ambiance that nothing can beat. The earthy and salty scents of the sea breeze. The sounds of the ocean and gulls. It calmed me, it is my way of coping.

“Hi, pretty girl” It was Jeremiah — I looked up to him then I pat beside me, telling him to sit down. “Hi Jere” I said smiling. He sat down letting me lean on him.

He put his arms around me, rubbing my shoulders “How are you? I heard you had a fight with Belly yesterday, they were talking about it earlier.” He said — brows furrowed.

“Interesting, I thought they were over it, I guess not. But yeah, we had a fight yesterday but I’m okay now. I don’t really care anymore” I shrugged — not really wanting to waste my time just thinking about that stupid fight that we had.

Jeremiah chuckled “It’s good that you’re unbothered about it right now. You shouldn’t waste your time on that, enjoy your last week here in Cousins!” I just smiled and nodded. I don’t want to promise him anything, knowing that I already made up my mind.

Jeremiah stood up, offering me a hand “You wanna go get ice cream?” he smiled widely — I nodded, giggling.

“So what you gonna get?”

“The usual”

“Coffee” we said at the same time. Jeremiah made a face, a dirty face.

“Ew” he said, teasing me. “Uh don’t you ever! I never teased you about your obsession with milk” I elbowed him in the stomach, he looked at me chuckling.

“I’m just kidding” he said smiling — wrapping an arm around my shoulder as we walked towards the ice cream shop.

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It was night now, they were all eating dinner but i’m here in the pool swimming — I didn’t feel like eating, it was too awkward for me plus I was still full from earlier because Jeremiah spoiled me with food too much.

I always loved swimming, ever since I was little. Swimming and the beach are one of the things that I love. Swimming just makes me feel a lot better, it make me keep my mind off of things.

I swam and just enjoyed the coolness of the pool. As I returned to the surface — I saw Conrad, a plate beside him, filled with food. He wasn’t smoking this time, he was just watching me swim.

“Hey” Conrad said, looking at me — smiling. I looked at him, I didn’t want to talk to him — I wanted to ignore, to get away from him. I can’t keep hurting my sister. Why is it so hard?

“Oh hi” I turned around, not wanting to look in his eyes. “Uhm, I got you food” Conrad said, I turned to him — I saw him holding up the plate with my favorite, “I made it” he smiled.

I turned and looked at him — confused, why was he doing this? Belly didn’t tell him that we had a fight? Did no one tell him about yesterday? but it’s impossible, he was the one who helped me when I was having a panic attack — maybe he never asked.

He looked at me, his smile faltered. “Hey what’s wrong? why are you ignoring me?” he asked, his voice laced with worry. “I am not ignoring you, Conrad. I’m just confused why you are here and why you made me that food” I looked at him — disappointment started to fill his face, his heart was slowly breaking.

“Oh, i’m sorry” he said, putting the plate down — looking down. I needed to do this — so he would stay away from me. I had to do it, for my sister, for me.

I swam to him — still keeping distance. “You don’t have to say sorry, I guess they just never told you what happened yesterday.” Conrad tilted his head, confused about what happened tomorrow.

“Well I never really asked.”

“Even though you saw me have a panic attack last night?”

“Yeah, it was your business. I didn’t want to just butt in it. I respect your privacy too” Conrad looked at me with his gentle blue eyes.

How can I stay away from him when this is how he cares for me?

“Me, my mom and Belly fought yesterday” I said before swimming away from him.

Conrad stood up, “What? Why did you guys fight?” his voice laced with concern, his brows furrowed — his lips started to frown.

“Well, Belly saw me getting out of your room yesterday” Conrad frowned, his shoulder slumped. Why were you the only one that Belly yelled at — he thought. Why did you have to take the blame?

Conrad’s heart was beating so fast, he wanted to hurt himself. He never wanted this, for Belly and Laurel to accuse you of something you didn’t do. “I am so sorry, Y/N. I-I should’ve been there for you, I should’ve defended you. I should’ve taken all the blame”

“Conra-“

“No… no it was all my fault. I shouldn’t have taken you to my room, now.. now Belly and Laurel is mad at you. I am so fucking sorry, i’m so stupid. Fuck!” He sat down, his head was in his hands. His face filled with frustration. He could’ve taken all the blame — he thought, it was his fault afterall.

I swam all the way to him, my hands on his knees. “Conrad it’s okay, breathe. I’m okay now, everything will be alright. Soon” I took his hand and removed it from his face, I caressed his face and wiped his tears.

He started to lean in but I backed away — I know where this was going — that’s what I thought but in his mind, all he wanted to do was hug me, was to be close to me because it felt like he was losing me, like he was going to lose me.

“Soon?” He asked — I swam all the way to the end of the pool and got out of the pool, he stood up — walking towards me, giving me a towel from the chair.

“I’m planning to go back home tomorrow.” I said, turning to him — we were now face to face. He looked at me with his brows furrowed.

“What? Why?” He said trying to reach for my hand but I pulled away. “It’ll just make things easier, Conrad. For everyone, for me.” I said looking up at him.

I had to stay away from him, this was the only way — was to go back early. I wanted to stay here in Cousins, I wanted to stay with Susannah but I just can’t. I can’t enjoy my last week here when all I can think about was about was him and Belly, together.

“You.. you don’t have to do that y/n. Please just stay, mom would want you to stay. I would never go near you again if that was the only reason why you wanted to go back home.” Conrad was panicking — trying to convince me to stay because he knew that whenever I was here, I never wanted to go back home. This time was different.

I looked at him, holding his shoulders gently, “Conrad, I have to do this. It would be easier for me to focus on college.” he pulled me closer and hugged me, his head was on my shoulder.

“I don’t want you to go, I don��t want to wait another year just to see you”

“Please Conrad. Let’s not make this hard for the both of us”

“It’s our last week, just please… please stay” Conrad pulled away, holding my shoulder gently — looking at me in the eyes.

I pulled away, I took my towel and started to walked towards the door. This conversation wouldn’t go anywhere, I don’t think anything can change my decision.

I went inside the house — I saw all of them in living room, Conrad was right behind me. Belly was about to stand up and walk towards me, probably to yell at me again because i’m with Conrad.

“Belly, come on. Stop it” Conrad looked at Belly, stopping her on saying anything bad. Belly looked at him — confused and mad because Conrad was defending me. “Nothing happened, I just talked to her so stop.” Conrad looked at everyone, making sure Laurel heard him too. He walked towards the couch and sat beside Steven.

“I’m planning on leaving tomorrow.” I said, as I walked towards the kitchen to get a drink. Jeremiah stood up from the couch after hearing me say that, “You’re leaving? why? it’s too early plus we’re leaving sunday, just stay.” he said walking towards the kitchen, grabbing me

I shrugged, “Just thought it would make things easier for everyone” I looked down, trying to stop myself from crying. I dont want to leave but they’re making it hard for me to stay.

“Oh special girl, do you really want to do that?” Susannah asked, her eyes filled with worry. She didn’t want me to leave but she didn’t want to push me into something I didn’t want to do.

I looked at her and nodded, “College is coming soon so I need to focus on that.” Laurel looked at me, she knew what the real reason was, she knew I was tired. She knew that I had to get away from her, from Belly, from all the problems.

Belly sat down beside Conrad then leaned her head on him “Well.. do you want me to help you pack?” she asked, looking at me. I looked at her, surprised that she’s talking to me.

“No, It’s alright. I already started packing earlier so I don’t think I need any help.”

“Oh uhm okay, I guess we’ll just see you when we get home?”

I just nodded before going upstairs to shower. I went in my room first to get my clothes then went straight to the bathroom to clean myself. I can finally let my feelings out.

I sat in the bathtub and cried and cried until I had no more tears to shed. In spite of the fact that I was on my last day here, Laurel did not seem to care at all, it hurt me to receive this type of treatment. However, I made the decision to leave early on my own. I must endure the pain, I must endure the suffering but it's okay , the pain will be over soon, it’ll be over tomorrow — I thought. I’m going to be alright.

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It didn't occur to me that Steven was having a difficult time as well, I thought I was the only one having a hard time. As I was crying in the bathroom, I did not realize that he was also crying outside listening to me cry — he was crying because I was crying. The reason he was crying was because he did not know what to do, what to say to me in order to keep me. He knew that no one would ever be able to change my decision. All he wanted was to spend time with his family, with Susannah, Conrad, and Jeremiah. Why did it have to be like this?

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[becasworldsstuff]

Can i please request a romantic Simon Basset x OC/reader fic? Simon being completely in love with her since they were young, but since his father told him to go away, they separated. They met again.

-> Pairings: Simon basset x reader

-> warnings: none

Simon basset and miss l/n had always been friends, thing caused by her bubbly nature that could outshine the sun even in an August day. She was the only one with whom he could talk without stuttering, he felt at ease and nothing could really make him sad if she was near him. Her presence as a reminder that not all in life was sad and angry at him, that not everyone was disappointed in him, on the contrary she never made him feel bad about himself.

When the old duke of Hastings sent his son away due to the problems he was causing to his own mental health, the two were separated, nothing in means of letters or visits between the two for years if not the memories captured together and the burning sensations in the part of their body that the other touched, or the single pink flower dried out inside Skmon's favorite book that she gifted him as a reminder of the beauty hidden behind fragilness. Both the young hearts were left shattered thinking they would never see each other ever again.

But in his drawer were piled up letters written in his best calligraphy and on the best paper money could buy, for his best friend and little piece of heaven, who had been his own safe place in the mess his childhood had been.

It was her who motivated him enough to return to his old house when the man died, and he found her on the steps of his big place, with glimmering eyes and the brightest smile that ever existed. He stopped in front of her with his mouth that had gone dry, she had grown into the most exquisite young lady he had ever seen or imagined to lay eyes on, his eyes widened and his hands were begging for something to grasp onto to not loose balance while she watched him, she took one step forward and his heart skipped a beat. Even if he only realized now he could pinpoint her as the only woman in his life to which he could ever truly love, but he stayed silent, catching up with her like old times, not stuttering like when they were just little kids playing in the garden not caring about duties.

The days passed and the season started, now miss l/n obviously came from a very wealthy family and her kindness and beauty were known upon the society, but this was her first season, and her older brother and father refused to give away such a perfect girl to anyone so, when they catched up with the Duke longing stares they decided to talk to him, a man of honor, well bred, wealthy. Simon never in his life thought that he deserved for his dreams to become reality but he knew he was a duke and her best solution to this world of strange couples, so he was the one to go talk to her father, asking him her hand in marriage and bowing down on one knee with watering eyes as he proclaimed his love to her:

" never had I ever experienced such strong emotions nor strange feelings, my stomach flutters and my troath goes dry as if I was denying myself with water for you, you make my heart stop and the dream of seeing you walk down the aisle to me has been my favorite image for my life. So please accept my undying love for you because I cannot breathe if I'm not near you, neither I can eat or drink or sleep away from you, you are my sun and my moon and every single star in the sky, my whole body was created to match yours and my core only exists to love you and adore you, you make me burn like I was in a fire that cannot die. So please do me the honor and let me make you the duchess of Hastings "

Her response was awaited from the ball room that had just seen him pacing in front of the doors before barging in and stopping the dance that was occurring at the time, she held her breath and nodded slowly while forcing herself to blink as I'd to make herself realize that that moment was true.

#simon basset x reader #duke x reader #duke of hastings #brigerton #the duke x reader #childhood friends to lovers #bridgerton fanfiction

[hugejk]

Hiiiii! I really like your writing and I wondered if u would like too write a story about going skiing or skating with pablo but he isn’t the best so reader have to help him and all and it’s all just very cute and fluffy ❤️❤️❤️

i live in a snowy state so this is literally perfect omg 😚

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“amor im cold. I don’t like it here.” pablo complained as you were visiting your family for the holidays. They lived far from barcelona so you didn’t really talk to them a lot.

“what are you talking about? this is the perfect weather” you stated, you’ve lived there for most of your life before moving to barcelona for school. You were used to this kind of weather.

“i’ve lived in spain my whole life i’m used to the sun amor. It’s too cold here i don’t know how you lived here.” he said with a stern tone as he didn’t like the cold (clearly.)

“well that’s too bad, we’re going skiiing today with my family…” you said. You looked at pablo as he was staring at you with disbelief.

“your joking right?” he said with disappointment.

“no i’m not, it’s something new and you might like it pablo.” you said.

On your way to the skiing resort pablo had his arms crossed giving you the silent treatment like a child.

And once you guys arrived it wasn’t any better. He was so moody and annoyed with the snow. But you knew this would be hilarious seeing him try and ski.

Though, you’ve never skied before. As long as you lived here your parents never really thought about skiing, they hated the cold too. So they never really took you and your sibling skiing.

You checked in to get your gear and all that stuff. Pablo still annoyed because there was snow in his boots, it was too cold, and he just wanted to relax in the warm house you rented for the month.

You looked over to him and gave him a small peck on the cheek, hoping that would get him out his mood.

*time skip because i’m too lazy to write all that*

As you and pablo got to the top of the snowy hill you could see him getting scared. You knew some stuff about skiing as your childhood friend had taught you but never took you. So you had to explain the basics.

“Okay, pizza to slow down, french fries to go faster. Got it?” you said to him demonstrating with your hands.

“no.”

you sighed as he was being difficult but you didn’t want to scare him even more by being aggressive. You explained more in depth this time.

“Okay, so when you want to slow down, you put your feet in a triangle position. Like a slice of pizza. Then when you want to go faster, make your skis straight, like french fries.” you said

“but not all french fries are straight…” he said quietly, but you still heard it.

“pablo i swear to the heavens above just ski down the hill with me already.” you said slightly annoyed as he has not been cooperating this entire time.

“i’m just…a little scared…” he said softly.

“you have the snow to impact your fall pablo, you’ve gone head first just to get the ball back which it probably more dangerous than this small hill.” You said.

You grabbed his hand and started slowly moving, going down the hill.

“remember, pizza, french fries.” you said softly.

Pablo, being the little shit he is decided to make you guys for faster, which you didn’t expect from him as he was just shaking from thinking about going down.

“PABLO-“ you screamed.

You let go of his hand to slow yourself down, seeing him go down fast, and easily stopping at the end of the hill. Once you got your confidence back, you went down after him.

When you got down all you saw was him laughing at you.

“not funny! i was scared- i thought you were scared? what happened- why did you do that-“ you kept cutting yourself off, until he cut you off with a quick kiss.

“i don’t know what happened, i just wanted to go fast all of a sud-“ you cut him off with a longer, more passionate kiss.

“i hate you.”

“i love you too..”

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A/N: i really loves this idea especially because i’m really used to know, also i don’t know anything about skiing. And i’m glad you enjoyed the writings 🫶🏽🫶🏽

#pablo gavi fanfic #pablo gavi #pablo gavi imagines #pg6 #gavi #gavi headcanons #gavi x reader

[gyllenhaalstories]

UN PARI À PARIS — SUGAR DADDY!JAKE 💗

summary: the title translates to a bet in paris. because jake’s doing a bet and you’re in paris... i’m so smart, oui oui.

warnings: established sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship, curse words, smut (daddy kink, mild degradation, pussy spanking, finger sucking, public sex, penetration, creampie). 18+ NO MINORS.

word count: 3600

photos credits: me @/gyllenhaalstories / divider credits: @/firefly-graphics

notes: i’m coming out of my cage and i’ve (not) been doing just fine (and neither does this fic because it’s a mess)... but come on barbie!jake, let’s go party! 💗 thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!

Jake grabbed the small water bottle from your hand and drank a sip. “I just got an idea.”

You slowly turned your head to the right and studied his face. Not even the wind caused by the fan you waved before your face could hide the mischief that was written all over his features. “Oh no.”

“Oh oui.” He smiled from ear to ear, wrinkles spreading at the corner of his eyes that were partially shielded by the thick frames of his sunglasses. He placed the bottle on the chair, in the spot between his open legs. “We’ll make a bet.”

You slid your sunglasses down on your nose, looking over them. He did the same, causing you to smile. “Go on.”

“Remember how you didn’t want to be here today?”

“I wanted to be here,” you corrected him, hoping he knew that you enjoyed the opportunity to attend such a big sports event, “I didn’t want to sit in the sun for hours.”

“That’s exactly what I said: you didn’t want to be here.” You rolled your eyes. “So, I thought we could bet on how we’ll spend the rest of the evening once the game is over.”

You quickly glanced behind Jake’s shoulders, his friends were chatting in French. Something about the colour rose, you assumed they were discussing how Jake’s Barbie pink shirt clashed with pretty much everything in the court.

“If Djokovic wins,” Jake spoke, catching all of your attention again. “We go straight back to the hotel...” You mirrored Jake’s smirk as he paused, both of you knew what he intended with that silence. “But if the Norwegian player wins, we’re going out for dinner” he mouthed the words ‘with them’, his thumb in front of him and pointing back at the couple without raising suspicions.

“That doesn’t make sense.” You frowned. “That’s not even a bet.”

Visibly disappointed, Jake asked you why.

“We both know Novak’s gonna win. Everybody knows that.”

“I didn’t know you were a tennis connoisseur. That’s hot.” He leaned forward to capture you lips in a kiss.

You kissed him back. Then, you pondered at his bet for a minute, honouring the reflection time it took him to come up with such a plan. “My bet is on Djokovic.” You answered with a firm nod, stretching your hand out to shake his.

Jake enthusiastically shook your hand. “Mine too.”

You rolled your eyes again. You set down the fan to cross your fingers, some extra superstition was more than welcome if it could avoid an extra late dinner in a crowded restaurant where people would argue about the winner of the French Open.

Jake nudged your sides with his elbow, glowing in all the pinkness of his shirt. “We look good together.” He leaned his arm on your thighs, resting a possessive hand on your knee which brought you to scoot closer towards him.

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. You sure did look good together. You reached to his neck and fixed the pendent of his silver chains, placing it in the middle where all of your hickeys and love marks had sadly faded away.

“That  guy better fucking wins or else.” He flexed his neck, making it crack a little bit to release some of the growing tension. Needless to say, he would have a hard time turning his head left and right to follow that stupid neon green ball around. He would rather have his eyes glued on you the entire time and get out of the court before the second set.

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The tension. It was unbearable.

Each ace, each quick sneaky hit, each grunt from the tennis players made you squirm on your uncomfortable chair and it made you wish this would all come to an end quicker. Just give the man his obnoxiously giant trophy so Jake and you could get ahead of the crowd. However, you still tried to enjoy the game, not that you paid much attention to it.

Jake and you  were playing your own game of back and forth, of testing the limits of  what would tip you over the edge. You stroked his arm, brushing your finger tips over his skin until you left a trail of goosebumps despite the heat outside. Jake’s hand would rub up and down your thigh, always reaching dangerously high. You had to remind yourself to adjust your skirt constantly. He would squeeze your knee, your leg, your thigh — basically whatever he could touch and not be called out for public  indecency. He let you press yourself against him, or wrap an arm around him so that you were impossibly closer and just toying with his chains to stop yourself from kissing his neck.

You were quite proud when he popped open a button from his shirt. Whether it was from the heat of the weather or the heat from his body and his desire to take you right here and there barely mattered. You were gladly surprised how he lost composure before you, so much so that he had to pull out his phone multiple times to send a short warning through text messages or to remind you that he wanted you just as bad as you wanted him.

He hid it by pretending to take a photo, but there was nothing in his camera roll that would support his alibi. Unless pictures from the previous night where he fucked you with a view of the Eiffel tower counted. You were not so sure how a blurry photo of his cum over your breasts with the twinkling monument in the background would convince anyone that you were two civilized tennis enthusiasts.

“Let’s get out of here.” You insisted as soon as the game was over and people cheered for the winner.

Jake repeated it, following you out of the section of seats. His hands were on your hips and his body pressed against yours. It looked as though he was scared to lose you amongst the sea of people — even though your VIP tickets offered you a sneaky way out. It also looked as though he was using the little friction caused by your bodies being squeezed together when someone would cut you off in the line to get some relief.

You said it again, you needed to get out of here and quick. You were not having any of the small talk from Jake’s restaurateur friends or from anyone, for that matter, who just bonded after witnessing tennis  history. You wanted out. Fast.

By some strand of luck, you avoided traffic and took a car back to your hotel. You thanked the  chauffeur, rushing out of the car where you had been kissing and rubbing  obscenely on each other. Jake paid him generously, causing the driver to shout “Monsieur, monsieur!” as he tried to give some of the money back to your man. Only, you were already on your way towards the entrance of the hotel lobby.

You were greeted by the one of the hotel managers who spoke with a thick French accent. He talked and talked and talked, something about how the building seemed empty with most of the residents having attended the French Open. You answered with nods and smiles until you excused yourself and took the lead, dragging Jake by the arm where his silver watch and bracelet made clicking noises  from all the movements.

“You’re so fucking needy for me.” Jake told you, not caring enough to lower his voice.

For a seemingly empty hotel, the elevators in front of you were occupied and smashing the buttons did not make them climb up and down faster. You noticed how Jake was fidgeting, eyes darting everywhere, as you sighed with frustration.

“Got an idea.” Jake spoke, his face buried in the crook of your neck where he busied himself by leaving as many kisses as he could in such a small amount of time — which was both a blessing and a curse. It was a blessing to feel your skin on his lips, something he wanted to do since you arrived to the world renown court.But it was a curse because it felt like he was stealing time away from what the two of you desperately wanted.

“Is it better than your bet?”

He laughed against your skin, tasting the sweat on his lips as his tongue caressed the spots he kissed hungrily. “Not at all.”

“I already love it.”

“You’re fucking perfect.” Jake smiled widely. He spotted the door that led to the stairwell and pushed you in that direction.

There were giggles that echoed in the empty room as the two of you tried to  walk up a few levels of stairs. You stopped to catch your breath and,  immediately, you had hands exploring your body.

Jake was pulling and gripping on the fabric of your clothes until he had your body pressed against his and your mouths connected by a deep kiss. One second, he had your face in his hands as his tongue danced around yours. The next second, his hands were groping your ass. He pinched your cheeks harshly, giving each one a loud slap that, too, echoed in the stairwell.

“We gotta wait until we’re in the suite, come on.” You lolled your head back and let him nibble on the skin of your neck  and cover it with open mouthed kisses. He grunted in response. “Jake —”

“Daddy.” He corrected, earning you an even harder spank on your ass to remind you what head space to be in.

“But Daddy!” You tried to stop him, nudging at him so he would recognize the risks of you getting caught.

“I  thought,” he spun you on your feet so that you were looking out the stairwell window, the busy City of Lights now before your eyes. “You said that you loved my idea, hmm?” His left hand crept up your body and lingered around your neck before he moved it up, his thumb dragged your bottom lip down. “Did you change your mind?”

“No, I —” You were interrupted again by two fingers entering your mouth.

“You what?” His right hand pressed on your tummy so that your ass would push against the bulge of his navy blue pants. “Go on.”

“I...” You struggled to speak with his fingers filling your mouth, so you mumbled  your way into trying to say that you “don’t wanna get caught.”

He laughed at how pathetic you sounded and did not let you say another word. Instead he pumped his index and middle fingers in and out, fucking your mouth with a smirk on his lips. “Shh, it’s not good to lie.”

You felt him rub against your body, his bulge pressing between your ass cheeks and making the fabric of your skirt ride up.

“I  know you love being watched.” Jake’s hand lowered and reached under your skirt. He leaned his chin on your shoulder and whispered to your ear. “I bet that if someone walked in, you would beg me to keep going.”

You nodded, spit drooling down his fingers and your chin as he kept fucking your mouth.

“That’s right. Such a good slut, you wanna give everyone a good show.” You opened your legs and leaned forward, giving Jake access to your core that he roughly rubbed over your soaked panties. With a quick motion, he pushed your panties to the side and pressed his hand against your slick covered pussy.

You exhaled audibly when his warm hand touched your even warmer core, suddenly all of the hours that flew by as you waited for this moment became worth it. Your hips instinctively  humped his hand, soaking him up.

“Fuck yeah, suck my fingers like they’re my cock.” He grunted when you lost yourself in the moment, your eyes shut and your cheeks hollowed around his digits.

You sucked on his fingers, your head bopped back and forth to meet his thrusts and your tongue twirled around his digits. You wished it was his cock, you wished you could taste his precum on your tongue.

He slapped your pussy, you flinched and gagged around his fingers. The sound bounced back against the walls of the stairwell. “That’s my good girl.” He spanked it again. The slaps were quick, he was not even trying to make them hurt. He was just riling you up for his own viewing pleasure of watching you fall apart under his hands.

Tears leaked from your closed eyes when Jake finally pulled his fingers out of your mouth. He smeared some more of your spit over your chin as you smiled.

He moaned as you enjoyed it. He, too, enjoyed making you look so messy and pretty for him. All the expensive clothes and jewellery he gifted you could never make you look as beautiful as you did just now, and just like the countless other times he had you crying of pleasure and begging for more.

You were begging now too: for more friction on your clit, for his fingers to stretch open your dripping pussy and, even better, for his cock to fill you up.

After a bunch of other pussy slaps that made your skin tingle, Jake pulled down his pants and underwear to the middle of his thighs. He smeared the drops of precum across his tip and used his hand that was wet from your pussy to lube himself up. “I’ve been thinking of this pussy all day long.” He groaned as he spoke, brushing his tip through your wet folds.

Your legs parted even more open as you leaned on the windowsill. The two of you moaned at the same time when he pushed himself in your entrance. Your breath got stuck in your throat and the burning sensation quickly ignited your body all the way to your core.

He kept pushing, and not slowly.The desire to feel you wrapped around him paired with the urgency of being done before getting caught had Jake going faster than usual. Soon enough, your walls gripped on all of his length and he let out another loud grunt. He leaned down, the fabric of his pink shirt tickled the exposed skin of your ass. He asked you how you managed to not make a puddle at the game from how wet you were for him.

Your response only came in a long, loud moan that was interrupted by the noise of a door opening a few levels above your head.

Jake brought both of his hands to your mouth, covering it to muffle all of your noises and only let you breathe through your nose. If you both prayed hard enough, maybe the intruder would leave without catching a glimpse of the two of you.

Your bottom halves were exposed, Jake’s pelvis rested against your ass and his cock was filling you up to the brim. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt small strokes that increased in speed as the noise from upstairs faded.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Jake chuckled as he started to properly fuck you, his skin slapping on yours from his steady thrusts. “That was a close call.”

You hummed against his hands, still unable to respond.

“I felt you clenching on my cock.” He remained pressed against you and made your legs shake from both the weight of him and the weight of the pleasure that was spreading through your body. “I know you liked that.” His left hand stayed on your mouth but his left one slid down your body to meet with your slick pussy. “You like putting on a show, don’t you?”

You tried to speak the words ‘yes Daddy’ but only incoherent noises left your mouth.

His lips curled into a big smile. “That’s my good girl.”

The windowsill created indents on the skin of your arms from how much you relied on it to hold you up. You even struggled to keep your head up to look at the blurry views of the Eiffel tower and historical buildings. With Jake’s sharp and fast thrusts that kept pushing you forward and making your head bop like a silly toy and with his hand that roughly rubbed your clit from left to right, you were getting dizzy.

It took no time for Jake to get close, and for you to notice it too. His grunts were low and he breathed heavily behind you. He, too, was mumbling nonsense to rile the two of you up and take you over the edge. Praises about how you were “so fucking wet” and how “your pussy was made for this cock” resonated in the room until he stopped his thrusts for good. He focused on you.

He rubbed your clit in tight circles at the perfect speed. He let you clench on his cock and moan at the feeling of him inside you. The noises coming out of your mouth let him know he was doing everything right. He pushed the index and middle fingers of the hand that was trying — and failing — to keep you quiet in your mouth to prevent you from alerting the whole building.

“That’s it baby, give it to me.” With a few more seconds of your slick walls clenching around him, he shot his load inside of you. At that very moment, Jake was the one who needed to be gagged so he was not so loud. Ropes of cum filled you up and the grip of your pussy on him only made his cock throb more.

But you loved his noises, and you loved the way he made those waves of pleasure wash over your body as you came not long after him. Your orgasm made you dizzier than what it took to get you there. One by one, your thoughts started to come back to you and you put the puzzle pieces together. You almost got caught. There was no way you could hang out in the stairwell and take it for a second round without getting caught. Your ears started to buzz at the idea and when you tried to tell Jake that it was time to hurry up, he pulled out.

“Shit,” He ignored your whining about the sudden emptiness and adjusted your panties quickly. “Act normal.” Jake told you, the stern tone of his voice did not pair well with the sight you caught of his face that looked as fucked out as yours.

You flattened your skirt in confusion as Jake fixed the rest of his clothes. You finally realized what had caused such havoc: other people had entered the stairwell and were walking downstairs, in your direction. There was no way you would pass off as someone who acted normal in the slightest. You had spit, sweat and tears on your face and your weak knees made it incredibly hard to stand still. Even while holding on Jake’s arm and leaning on him, you were shaking like the branches of the trees outside. That breeze would have been more than welcome while you sat outside during the tennis game.

Jake laughed quietly at your pathetic attempts and, when the people finally walked besides you to go to the lower staircases, he helped you out by planting a kiss on your lips. He avoided the possibility of small talk and he also turned your brains into complete mush. That was the smartest idea he had all day.

It did not last for long. At the second the strangers were out of sight, Jake’s hand slid between your closed legs to cup your pussy over your panties. Sure enough, they were soaked and so were your inner thighs. Your felt him smile against your lips before he broke the kiss.

“Those panties are completely useless.” He stated the obvious with a light shrug. He reached both of his hands between your legs and pulled hard enough on the wet fabric to tear it apart so he could take it off for you. “You look so pretty for me, dripping with my cum like that.”

You watched him with your jaw dropped and glossy eyes while he put the ruined lingerie in the pocket of his pink shirt. The wetness would soak through it too, but you doubted that he cared much about that detail.

He grabbed your hand, his fingers still sticky from touching your panties. “Come on, baby. We’ll order some room service.” He pulled you along until you found the closest exit out of the stairwell. Neither of you were capable of using the stairs, at least not for their intended purpose. “Wanna bet on something else?” He ignored the way you shook your head in disapproval of whatever idea had popped above his head like a cartoon light bulb. “I bet that my cum will still be dripping out of you by the time we make it up to our room.”

You awkwardly walked with your legs closed and avoided looking at anything except Jake and the elevator you were headed towards. “And I bet it will have dripped down my legs.” You whispered when you got in the elevator. Much to your dismay, you were not alone.

Jake seemed content with your reply and, before pressing a kiss on your temple, he added a counteroffer to his bet. “In that case, I’ll have to add more where it came from. I need a new lock screen anyway so I’ll take a few photos of how beautiful my baby looks.”

#jake gyllenhaal smut #jake gyllenhaal imagine #jake gyllenhaal x reader #jake gyllenhaal x you #jake gyllenhaal

[kyurizeu]

Party Luck

✿ i wrote this a bit quick, it was a request from anon ✿

— my ask box is lagging rn so as soon as i get it working i’ll post an update. Also looking forward to making a masterlist on my profile (adding hard thoughts category and stories category!) but i have to organise it better than before! ♡

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Wc: 1,2k

Pairing: Sunghoon dom x Reader sub

Summary: you attended a bit of a crazier party and it didn’t turn out to be such a boring party afterall..

Warnings: Smut!, unprotected sex (dont be silly wrap ur willy), slight soft and rough, hickeys, alcohol, etc…

More: not proofread so might be a lot of mistakes

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The party was crazy to what kind of parties you used to go to. Your usual high school party was a party with beers, vodka and some disgusting combinations between the two, a couple of horny people making out in the corner, some games like beer pong and seven minutes in heaven, but THIS… this party was something that you never thought you’d see with your own eyes. It was on a huge ship and there were so many people. There were people in fights, having sex, making out, singing and so on just partying, gosh you saw like 4 people on the ground already… but still you and your friends were in one small group drinking the same stuff you always did. The only people you recognised from the crowd of people were all your classmates, your friend group and also the popular guys: Heeseung, Jake, Jay, Sunoo, Jungwon, Niki and your crush Sunghoon.

You wish you had the balls to go talk to him… your friends wanted you to but you were too shy. You have been texting him on instagram for a week or two but you keep denying possible signs just incase he hates you.

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“Y/NN COME HERE WE’RE GONNA PLAY SOME GAME!!!” Chaewon yelled at you making you notice how clearly drunk she was. “And why should i?” “Because sunghoon is playing too!!!” She whisperes and drags you into the circle of people sitting.

You sat down on the ground and took a strange looking drink from someone handing them to everyone. You saw some unfamiliar boys looking at you and whispering which made you a little uncomfortable. Hanni noticed that you were visibly uncomfortable and came with a blanket to cover your legs with. And so the game began..

“Alright everyonee!!! Lets gaurr! The rules yeah so um- we have an extremely strong mix of vodka, whiskey and tequila and some stuff Mark put in there which you have to drink a cup of if you don’t want to make out with the person who lands on the bottle. So two spins, make out or drink LETS GAUR!” you just shrugged thinking you’d never get picked anyways since there were over 30 people playing.

The bottle spun and landed on Sunghoon. Everyone started wooing and teasing him as he seemed really disappointed. You suddenly felt jealous if it landed on a girl and they made out. You just kept drinking your drink trying to forget the thought of sunghoon making out with another girl until you felt people pushing you and wooing your name. U accidentally dropped your drink and you felt your heart skipping a beat. You suddenly felt hot and your heart was racing faster than ever. You looked up at sunghoon and he was already staring into your soul. “Go on! Drink or make out?” Some dumbass yelled from the crowd. Everyone’s eyes were on you and sunghoon. Sunghoon glanced at the bowl of disgusting drink and you, he got up and grabbed your hand asking you: “drink or me?” You just got up and took his hand. “Kiss here and go continue in the free room!!” He leaned closer to you, lifting you chin up with his hand and softly kissed your lips. People wooed and cheered as you both walked into the free use room. Some people locked the door and yelled back: “15 MINUTES AND THE GAME CONTINUES!”

As you sat down with your cheeks burning up and Sunghoon suddenly took your hand and pulled you closer kissing you again, harder than before. He put his hands behind your neck crashing his lips on yours but you broke the kiss. “Hmm? Are you not ok with this?” He asked while pouting a bit. “You just.. you’re kissing ME. Do you like me? Or.. are you just drunk?” You felt like a panic was rising until you felt his lips crashing on yours. You let him take control and you suddenly felt yourself being pushed onto the bed. “Does that explain enough?” He grinned looking down at you speaking in between more kisses. The atmosphere was getting hot and you felt his kisses getting needier and him touching you with more pressure. Sunghoons hands were going all over your body squeezing your tits a little, making your pussy throb.

Unsurprisingly you felt something poking at your thigh so you broke the kiss once more and pressed your hand onto his crotch making him blush and groan. He looked deep into your eyes smirking “You’re playing a dangerous game sweetie” He grabbed your neck softly slightly squeezing it and kissed down your neck making small red marks on your skin all over. You already started moaning softly as you felt his hand travel closer to your pussy. “I’ve never heard anything as pretty as your moans.” He says as he kisses you again and starts circling around your sensitive clit with his slender fingers. “Ngh.. agh- sungh- h-hoon” Sunghoon puts his delicate thumb into your mouth “Suck” You played with his finger inside of your mouth as he started undressing you. “Be my good girl and turn over so i can fuck you better.” His words made you shiver and you felt his hands guide you to the right position. He spread your cheeks and your pussy a little and admires it glowing with wetness for a few seconds before placing his tip at your entrance. he slowly entered you groaning. You whimpered at fullness you felt even before he had fully entered you. His slender dick was reaching a spot inside of you that you didn’t know existed and he noticed that you were struggling to take his dick in. trying to be quiet knowing there are people outside the door. “Take it slowly… i don’t want to hurt you sweetheart” he caressed your lower back “i-i can take it.. fuck you’re so d-deep” he thrusted fully into you now making you shiver moaning out his name. He guided your hips slowly at first turning the pace up quickly as you were adjusting to the size of his dick. You felt him hitting spots stronger than anyone before. “I- i’m not gonna last long hoon-“ he basically repeated what you said and started rubbing your clit slowly. Feeling the knot build up in your lower stomach you sensed that sunghoon was close to cumming because his groans became whimpers. “M- cumming!!” You moaned as you rode your high. Sunghoon quickly pulled out and came on your ass, groaning- “times up you better have done the dare or you need to drink!” Sunghoon got up quickly blocking the door signalling you to dress up. “Shit shit shit…” you quickly dress yourself as some people are banging on the door. After you both got dressed in a hurry you let the door open. “Yo why didnt you two open the door?!” Some of sunghoons bros complained as you snuck out of the room only to face a now bigger circle playing the game. Their eyes shifted to you and people started wooing and cheering seeing the smudged lipstick and hickeys on your neck. ————————————————————please tell me if theres more to add to the warnings or smn… love ya!! (Working on my masterlist and ask box!!! If you want a moot im HEREEE / in new on tumblr)

#enhypen fanfiction #enhypen smut #sunghoon smut #sunghoon #smutty

[spqcebunsforever]

Opposites always attract

Pairings: Stu Macher x reader

(N/n means nickname)

Summary: Y/n is a great student but that's because she doesn't want to disappoint her parents and let's just say they definitely start getting more pushy when they realise that their town isn't as safe as they thought it was. Stu sees how stressed and tired Y/n is and decides that the best thing to do is skip the rest of the school day and just chill out.

Y/n’s pov 

I rushed into my class not caring about all the stares I was getting I needed to be on time. I had always made sure that I was early or correctly on time for classes and that I was always in school way before everyone else either in the library reading or just sitting outside on the grass studying. Everyone in school would call me a teacher’s pet but what they didn’t know was how much this meant to me. I wanted my parents to have a reason to be proud of me so I would get the best grades I would make all the teachers like me and I would sign up for things like school president which I did win. My parents would always tell me how proud they were of me and how well I was doing but that stopped the moment the killings started. My parents had never had lots of money and they both didn’t have great jobs so they started pushing me telling me that since we couldn’t live here because it’s now a dangerous and unpeaceful town I needed to start getting better grades than I am and I have to push myself 10x more so I can get a good job getting good money and we can move far away and live happily ever after. But let's just say putting all that on your child when there already super stressed and scared about the new killer is not a great mix. 

I sat down in my chair and I put my head in my hands desperately wanting to go home so I could just sleep but like clockwork, I felt something hit the back of my head. I turned around and made direct eye contact with Stu Macher like I did every time he would hit me in the head with a small ball of paper. Stu was the complete opposite of me all he cared about was throwing parties and having fun I couldn't even count how many times he had skipped school and how many times he had tried to get me to help him cheat on tests he was the class clown but I couldn't lie sometimes I wish I could just be like that carefree but I would never admit that to anyone. But for some reason, Stu thought that it was the most hilarious thing ever to throw shit at me every time we had this class together and I would normally tell him off and tell him how immature he was being but I was just too tired to do anything. So after he gave me his signature grin and a little wave I just turned around and tried my best to survive the class the best I physically could. 

When the school bell rang to let us know it was lunch I immediately started packing my things up so I could bolt right out of the classroom. But sadly Stu Macher had different plans. “Heyy N/n I see you didn’t lecture me like you normally do you know that kinda hurt my feelings”. He was about to say something else but he got a look at my face and cringed “Woah N/n you know you're not looking so great if I knew any better I would say you aren’t getting any sleep”. I just continued packing my stuff away trying not to show that he was annoying me. “Yes, Stu I’ve not had that much sleep but can you really blame me there is a killer on the loose I doubt anyone is getting a good night's rest”. He just stood next to me not saying anything until he quickly grabbed my hand and we started quickly walking out of the classroom together. 

“Hey! Stu what the hell where are we going”. He just kept dragging me along with him with that stupid big smile he’d always have on his face. “We’re going to skip school and have some relax time it’ll be so much fun”. I immediately stopped making Stu stop with me. “Yeah no you see I would love to do that but I can’t and I mean can’t skip school my parents would kill me”. Instead of walking away and admitting defeat like I wanted Stu just again grabbed my hand and started walking “You know that’s probably why you don’t have any fun you keep thinking about your parents live a little N/n and if your parents do moan just blame me I’ll easily take the blame for you”. I stopped complaining after that not really sure what else there was to say I just let him lead the way. 

We finally made it to his house which was massive I hadn’t realized it but his parents must be super rich to be able to afford something like this. But from the look of Stu, I wasn’t expecting this to be his house I wasn’t very sure what I was expecting but it definitely wasn’t this. We made our way to his door and he opened it for me bowing slightly “Lady’s first” I couldn’t lie I felt a tiny bit of a smile start to form but I didn’t want Stu to notice so I quickly walked in. And to say that the inside was just as nice as the inside it was like I was dreaming and had gone to my dream house. I started walking around looking at all the nice furniture “Ya like what you see” I turned around and saw Stu grinning obviously liking that I was gawking so much at his house. “Of course, it’s so nice I’d kill for a place like this”. I closed my mouth quickly realizing what I had just said was not the best thing to say when a killer is on the loose. 

But before I could apologize or say how insensitive that sounded Stu just laughed. “Don’t look so scared N/n don’t know if you could tell but I also make dark-humoured jokes”. I let out a breath that I didn’t realize that I was holding in and I felt my shoulders instantly relax but a part of me kinda knew that he wouldn’t be offended because not to sound mean but it’s Stu. “You can just make yourself at home and the living rooms over there I’ll go get us some drinks”. He left and I made my way to the living room just like the rest of his house it was really nice. I sat down on his couch and tried to force myself to relax that was the whole point I was here anyway. I looked over at the clock to see what time it was and I noticed that if I was still at school I would just be heading to my next class. 

While I was thinking about that Stu came in with some drinks. “Here you go my lady only the best for the best”. I took the drink and started taking sips but no matter how hard I was trying to relax I just couldn’t help but think about how disappointed my parents would be when they found out I skipped. And Stu must have realized that I was still a bit stressed because he playfully rolled his eyes. “You know this is supposed to be your getaway from school but I can tell you keep thinking about it you know your a teenager you would be a dork if you never skipped at least once”. I looked down I didn’t want people to think that I was a dork “Well I’m not a dork I unlike everyone else care about their education and want to be able to get a good job so I support my parents”. 

“Gez you know you talk about your parents a lot like my parents will be so disappointed or my parents won’t like that”. I just took a sip of my drink and shrugged my shoulders. “Well yeah I mean they are the ones pushing me to be my best and to stick in at school and to..” Before I could finish my sentence Stu jumped in and finished it for me “To be a bore”. I looked up and gave him an angry glare “Shut up I’m not a bore just because I don’t do all the type of things you do”. Stu grinned “Yeah but if you keep living your life thinking about what your parents would like you to do or not to do then you’ll end up sad and boring”. I didn’t really know how to respond he was right Stu Macher was right now I was sure I was in a dream. “Listen I’m throwing a party soon and I think It would be totally cool if you would come show people that you can be cool”. I couldn’t help the chuckle that left my mouth out of anyone that got through to me it was him. 

“Alright, Stu you’ve convinced me I’ll come that also might help me destress”. Stu smiled and put his hand out wanting a hive five which I happily gave him. “You know it's weird I never in a hundred years thought we would hang out we don’t have that much in common but yet here we are and I’m really enjoying hanging out and talking to you”. Stu moved closer to me on the couch and put his arm around me “Well it's what they say toots opposites always attract”.

#scream 1996 #Stu macher #Stu macher x reader #scream #x reader #Fluff

[cantstayawaycani]

Meeting Tenoch @ Comicpalooza Part One

Saturday May 27 - THE PANEL

Okay! ::cracks knuckles::

Let me tell you about my Saturday at Comicpalooza (we can skip Friday, nothing much was going on that day) …!

I didn’t go to the convention center until an hour before the panel was supposed to start, because I was getting ready and psyching myself out to wear the “Pretty Baby” shirt and the shoes. I was a ball of nerves and excitement. 

When I finally left my hotel room and got to the convention center, which, thankfully, was only a five minute walk from my hotel, I felt pretty good about everything. Still needed a little help though, so I stopped and got myself a double shot of vodka and cranberry juice to combat the butterflies in my tummy.

I found where we were supposed to go to line up for the panel, and got in line. Thankfully, I had decided to purchase the VIP pass and was going to be let in first so I could choose my seat! I was very happy, because I went straight to the front of the hall and sat right under the stage, right in front of where Tenoch and Dominique were going to be sitting.

Before the panel, I was in line with a few wonderful people. I had a kiki with a few Black women and some young Latina women who also stan Tenoch, and we talked and laughed a lot. At one point we all had a very loud, very friendly debate about who was right: Namor or Ramonda? We talked about what to say to Tenoch when we met him and what poses we wanted to ask for when we got our pictures taken. I was sipping on my Vodka cranberry and minute by minute I was relaxing.

When we got in, VIP went first, then the Speed Pass folks, then general admission. I at first thought the “reserved” seating at the very front was for press or talent guests, but the attendant said they were reserved for regular VIP. So scooted my behind to the front of the room and sat right where I would be seen!

We had been told there would be a QA after the panel so we could ask questions, but that turned out not to be the case. I had prepared a question for him that morning (another reason I took so long to leave my hotel room) and was disappointed I didn’t get to ask it. But we also could not take video or record audio (so they said) but could take pictures. I snapped a few pics, but didn’t dare do anything else. Also, I was too engrossed in what was being said by Dominique and Tenoch.

The moderator came out and asked how many times we have seen the movie. I said very loudly “15 times,” and she seemed impressed! When she introduced Dominique and Tenoch, she said to them before they sat down “This lady (she points to me) has seen the movie 15 times!” And Tenoch looks at me and he goes “Oh!” surprised and he and Dominique clap and laughed. I thought that was great! He looked me in my eyes, I waved VERY enthusiastically back at him with a HUGE grin on my face, and that was how we started the panel! 

When he sat down I saw him look at my backpack which is clear and he saw his book in my backpack. I wanted him to see it, so I made sure to position it so that it was in full view of the stage.  He did not say anything but he looked me in my eyes again and smiled! I'm sitting in the front row with my legs crossed with these shoes on, and I feel great because, like I said I had liquid courage!

The panel was amazing! The moderator asked very good questions, and Dominique was giving very good, detailed answers. She talked about her experiences in academia. She talked about how she related to her character Riri/Ironheart, and the preparations she did for filming and the advice that she would give to young people looking to make it in the industry. 

Tenoch was also talking about how he connected to his character Namor, which was through the script and Ryan Cougler's words that he was given to say and to perform. He talked about connecting to the character through Mayan/Indigenous heritage. He mentioned that he helped to find scholars to do that research and to connect the script and the characters to the actual real world existence of the Mayan people.

And he talked about the fact that the Mayan people are still alive; that they are here today, and exist as human beings, not aliens or mutants. He said that it was an insult to say that aliens built the pyramids because we all know it was Brown people who did that from Aztec to Maya to Egypt: it was people of color who built the pyramids! He also said Jesus was Black!

His message was as it always is: to tell Brown people “there is nothing wrong with you, there was something wrong with the eyes of the people who were looking at you and judging you”. 

He also told us what he did to keep himself focused on his passion: "Never give up. If this is for you, if you are passionate about this and you are happy to do it even when things look like there is no hope, just keep going." He kept repeating that: "keep going, keep going, keep going!" If acting is not for you, don't do it but if you know it's for you, keep going!

What I thought was cute was that the moderator asked Dominique and Tenoch to exchange anecdotes about what they learned from one another on set. Dominique said she learned from Tenoch to be confident in who you are as a person, where you come from, your background, and your culture. He taught her to be curious and to ask questions and to be bold enough to make suggestions because you have that knowledge and you want to contribute creatively. 

What Tenoch said he learned from Dominique is that she had an amazing work ethic and that she showed up every day and she was like a soldier; that she showed up always prepared, and she worked hard, and she never complained.

He talked about his daughters! He told a story about bringing one of his daughters to set and about how she was confused by his stunt double!

He said he was doing her hair and she was watching his stunt double and someone asked her “where's your dad?” and she pointed to the stunt double! Tenoch was like “Eh? I'm right here doing your hair, hello! That's not me!” 

Everybody laughed and I just thought it was the sweetest!

Then at the end, the moderator asked Tenoch a question in Spanish. 

I am still learning Spanish, so I could only understand bits and pieces of what they were saying but I didn't understand fully so if anyone recorded that or can remember it and understand Spanish or speak Spanish (I'm sure somebody will post what he said) please do!

All I know is, as soon as he started talking, I said “He’s gonna make us cry!” And sure enough, he's talking and some of what he said in English before this answer was: “I just want to let the children especially know that there is nothing wrong with them, that they are Beautiful, that they matter, because when I was a kid I was invisible I was treated less than and I was told that I was not going anywhere and and nothing was going to happen to me or for me,” and so I can imagine he said something along those lines but deeper in Spanish.

I was sitting in a row with a few Latino men, and it's so funny because when Tenoch came out, he pointed to one of the men and was like “That guy's from my neighborhood!” and everybody laughed. They cheered so loud when he was finished speaking.

There was also a Latina woman who was a photographer for the event, and she was on her knees in front of the stage, she had a huge camera in her hands and she was taking photos. I looked at her nails when she was on the floor and I complimented her because they were really pretty and she complimented my nails. She said she did her nails herself; they were this really colorful flower pattern.

By the time Tenoch was finished talking, I could hear sniffling next to me and I looked over at the woman who was taking the photos for the event, and there were tears streaming down her face! So I just reached over and I rubbed her shoulder and I rubbed her back and I asked if she was OK and she said yes. She was emotional, but happy and proud I could tell.

And I looked at Tenoch, and he looked at me. He looked at the Latino men in the front who were sitting next to me and I don't know if he saw the photographer crying or not but I hope he did because that is the effect that he had on the people in the room!

Dominic was great and we were all clapping and cheering for her!

But something about the way Tenoch speaks just commands attention, and he commands respect, and he gets very emotional reactions out of people. We were all so emotional just at the end of this panel and I know when I was seeing this Latina woman on her knees crying at what he was saying, it just makes me understand the depth of the impact his visibility has on his community and culture. I respect him so much.

So that’s the panel! Photo op up next!

#tenoch huerta #tenoch huerta mejia #comicpalooza #text post #long post #long text post #meeting tenoch

[scottishaccentsareawesome]

All-American Boy (”All-American Girl” song-based ficlet)

Ever since Goose and Carole got married, he always had a feeling that when they had a child, it would be a little girl.

She would be a Daddy’s Girl, of course. He’d take her fishing, coach her t-ball team, and the two of them would go up in a plane with Maverick and she’d get her first taste of flying. He’d teach her how to drive, and put the fear of  God into any boy who came to the door, hoping to take her on a date.

After Carole told him she was pregnant, that’s all he could think about - the life he’d have with his wife and his sweet little girl.

They hadn’t wanted to know the sex of the baby beforehand even, because Goose just knew it was gonna be a girl.

Then the day came when Carole gave birth.

“...It’s a boy!” the doctor announced, as the baby started to cry in his arms. The doctor then handed him to Goose, who was in shock.

“A boy...” he murmured, as he looked down at his infant son. “It’s a boy.”

“Are you disappointed?” Carole asked, nervously.

He looked at her then.

“Are you kidding?” he asked, his face breaking into a grin as he handed her their baby boy. “He’s amazing.”

Goose was wrapped around that little boy’s finger from day one. He did basically everything with little Bradley that he’d planned to do if he’d been a girl anyway (they even had tea parties sometimes, which Uncle Maverick was also a VIP guest at). He taught him how to fish, how to play baseball, and Bradley absolutely loved going flying with Daddy and Uncle Maverick.

Pretty soon his boy was all grown up, and going to Naval flight school, just like he did. He was so, so proud.

And pretty soon, during his phone calls home, Bradley started mentioning one member of his class more than any other.

...Jake “Hangman” Seresin.

Bradley wasn’t about to give details, but Goose and  Carole could tell Bradley was a bit smitten with this guy.

And Jake? Well, what they didn’t know was that Bradley had Jake so distracted, he was messing up on routine hops, and sometimes skipping them altogether to spend time with Bradley.

Maverick (who was one of their flight instructors), tried to talk to Jake about it, telling him that he knew what it was like to get involved with another pilot (he never said the name “Iceman Kazansky”, but since they were married, it was kind of a well-known thing), but he had to do better. Jake’s own father, who was himself a Navy man, heard about Jake’s declining performance and told him he needed to smarten up and drop that Bradshaw kid because he was “not worth your career!”

Jake and Bradley talked about it, also. And they developed ways to keep themselves more focused in the air, rather than having their minds on each other all the time. And they both became really good pilots.

But they never broke up. Bradley had Jake wrapped around his finger, too. Bradley was the center of his world and his heart belonged to him, and only him.

And a few years later, Jake and Bradley, now married, wanted to adopt a baby.

“OK, so full honesty, no judgement,” said Bradley, while they were looking through all the paperwork. “Do you want a boy or a girl?”

Jake just smiled.

“Are you kidding?” he asked. “Honestly, I’d be happy with any baby - boy, girl, boy who later wants to live as a girl, girl who later wants to live as a boy...as long as it’s healthy,” he said, then grinned. “Although, I do like the thought of having a little Baby Boy Rooster.”

And when their baby boy was born, Jake, much like his father-in-law had been, was wrapped around his son’s little finger right from day one...

#song-inspired fic #hangaroo #goose x carole #goose & rooster #uncle maverick #top gun #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #nick bradshaw #goose bradshaw #carole bradshaw #jake seresin #hangman seresin #pete mitchell #maverick mitchell #hangster #hangman x rooster #slight icemav #carrie underwood song

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Another happy , fluffy One-shot from @timethehobo based on This really cute art. Hope you like it and everyone else have fun reading

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Little friend

warning : loneliness , fluff , turtle

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It was not that he was lonely, but if someone had asked him, he would have had to think. But deep inside Charlie knew that he was lonely. After his horrible, gruesome never out of his head going events with his crew in the horror house. There was something inside him like a sleeping hole that even his friends could not fill. Because after the events they had all gone separate ways. At least the two couples had moved out of town, leaving Charlie behind. Of course not out of revenge or hate no they left him behind because he was the only one who couldn't seem to let go.

Whether it was the knowledge that he had a familiar environment or people who were somewhat familiar to him, he didn't know for sure. What he did know was that he could no longer ignore the advice of his therapist. And this lauetet a pet to buy. Even if he had strictly refused, she insisted on it because he should form an emotional bond with the animal. Something that would take the loneliness out of his life. And so, with an annoyed expression in his eyes, he found himself behind his glasses on the way to the pet store. When he opened the door, he flinched in surprise as a small bell announced his entrance. ,,Hello, welcome, can I help you in any way?" asked a young woman with long blond hair braided into two pigtails.

Her blue butterfly earrings stood out. His eyes went down to her name tag. Jessica. Shaking his head, he said, ,,No thanks, I'm just looking". ,,All right, if you need anything, just ask," she said cheerfully before getting back to work. Through the shelves at the various food for cats, dogs, fish and birds passing before he arrived in the back area at the animals. As the first to the fish walking observed he found some peace in the animals. The bright colors of the scales reflected beautifully in the light. But something about the animals made him feel uneasy. Something in which he could not build a bond.

The glass between him and the fish was something he did not like. ,,Sorry guys," he mumbled and went from the fish to the birds. But as soon as he arrived, he covered his ears as they began to screech. No too loud I need my sleep he thought and almost hurried on. Skipping the hamsters as he had heard enough scary stories of ominous killing of the little fur balls he arrived at the reptiles. These animals had almost an attractive effect. The spiders with their eight legs how they could strike quickly.

The lizard with its hard scales. The snake with its forked tongue and slender body. ,,A turtle," it came almost disappointed over his lips. The little turtle slowly blinked at him, but it seemed to take notice of him. Looking more closely at the animal, he found it increasingly cute, almost too cute. ,, Hey, little one," he said and carefully put a finger to the glass. To his surprise, the turtle slowly came closer. The animal raised its head and seemed to smile at him. ,,Have you taken a liking to Donatello?" he heard a voice behind him and stood up abruptly. Jessica had come to him and smiled kindly at him while looking at the turtle.

He thought for a moment and looked at Donatello one last time. ,,Yes, I'll take him" he said, feeling almost like a little boy at Christmas when he found presents under the Christmas tree. While Jessica was taking care of the turtle, he went through the aisles looking for a suitable terrarium, food and equipment. Even though it pained him to pay at the checkout, a glance at Donatello made it disappear. Rushing home he almost ripped open the door before he closed it and hastily put down the things before he opened the box with Donatello.

Cautiously lifting the little one and grabbing a lettuce leaf, he looked at his new friend. ,,You're really cute," he said with a chuckle, stroking the animal's head almost gently. The animal closed his eyes before he stretched his head in the direction of the lettuce leaf. An amused laugh came over his lips as he watched the animal. And he realized that the longer he played with his new pet, stroked it and fed it, the less this hole of loneliness hurt and the happier it became. He finally had what he needed again. A friend, even if he was small and slow, the more he loved him.

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#fluff #the dark pictures the devil in me #the dark pictures anthology #until dawn #until dawn jess #jessica #blue butterfly #turtle #charlie lonnit #charlie lonnit the devil in me #the devil in me

[raysources]

𝐌𝐑.  𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒     —     a collection of one - liners taken from the 2015 romantic - action - comedy,  mr. right.   slightly edited for clarity.   change pronouns as necessary.   

❛  my  name  is  [ name ]   and  i’m  a  t.  rex !  ❜ ❛  i  just  need  validation  all  the  time .     it’s  pathetic .  ❜ ❛  murder’s  wrong ,   [ name ]  .  ❜ ❛  i  have  only  been  drinking  for  two  days .  ❜ ❛  this  would’ve  been  such  a  nice  wedding .  ❜ ❛  well ,   that  was  fun   . . .   ish .  ❜ ❛  what  if  that  was  a  bullet ?     i’m  training  you .     you’re  welcome .  ❜ ❛  i'm  the  fucking  man  right  now !  ❜ ❛  failure  will  not  be  tolerated .  ❜ ❛  this  cat  is  my  soul .  ❜ ❛  this  is  a  lot  of  condoms .  ❜ ❛  do  you  wanna  go  on  a  date ?     do  you  wanna  get  out  of  here  and  then  go  on  a  date ?  ❜ ❛  i  think  you’re  beautiful .  ❜ ❛  every  time  i  get  dressed ,   i  have  to  confront ,   like ,   what  does  this  say  about  me ?  ❜ ❛  it’s  not  a  secret  you’re  an  asshole .  ❜ ❛  that’s  too  bad ,   because  i’m  a  fascinating  and  complex  person .  ❜ ❛  i  kill  people ,   but  not  so  much  anymore .  ❜ ❛  i  think  my  problem  is  that  i  have  to  be  the  best  ever  at  everything  that  i  do .  ❜ ❛  you’re  the  corniest  person  i’ve  ever  met .  ❜ ❛  i  still  want  you  to  stay  if  you  wanna  stay  though .   ❜ ❛  if  i’m  being  jumpy ,   i’m  just  a  little  nervous .     i  think  i  like  you .  ❜ ❛  you  make  big  calls  and  you  got  big  balls .  ❜ ❛  i’m  in  love .  ❜ ❛  we  slept  together .   we  didn’t  have  sex .    ❜ ❛  you’re  gonna  just  have  to  start  recognizing  these  red  flags .  ❜ ❛  i  think  you  may  be  having  an  early  midlife  crisis .  ❜ ❛  it’s  my  sort  - of  dream  to  eventually  be  the  old  lady  in  the  neighborhood .   ❜ ❛  why’d  you  have  to  go  and  threaten  her ?  ❜ ❛  you  could’ve  gotten  blood  on  me !  ❜ ❛  i  don’t  really  like  my  name .   i  just  kind  of   . . .   hate  it .  ❜ ❛  i  thought  you  were  gonna  catch  it .  ❜ ❛  i  wanted  you  to  catch  the  knife .  ❜ ❛  and  also ,   i  want  you .     i  mean ,   really .     i  really  do .  ❜ ❛ i  don’t  remember  what  my  life  was  like  before  i  met  you .  ❜ ❛  he  just  fucking  killed  the  wrong  guy .  ❜ ❛  are  you  upset  ‘cause  i  killed  that  guy ?  ❜ ❛  how  i  feel  about  that  guy  has  nothing  to  do  with  how  i  feel  about  you .  ❜ ❛  i  don’t  think  before  i  act  sometimes ,   but  i’m  not  a  bad  person .  ❜ ❛  you  think  bad  people  have  the  capacity  to   . . .   love  and  stuff ?   ❜ ❛  i  just  wanna  talk  to  you ,   that’s  all .   ❜ ❛  he  dances  in ,   and  he  dances  out .  ❜ ❛  i  need  to  see  you ,   and  i’m   . . .    i’m  coming  over ,   okay ?  ❜ ❛  you’re  the  one  person  he’s  had  any  meaningful  interaction  with  that  didn’t  end  in  a  bullet .  ❜ ❛  he’s  just  taking  a  nap ,   i  can  see  him  breathing .  ❜ ❛  i  never  lied  to  you .     not  once .  ❜ ❛  i  love  you .  ❜ ❛  oh  my  god ,   stop  talking ,   i’m  totally  into  it .   ❜ ❛  you  look  hot .     you  look  beautiful .  ❜ ❛  some  people  waste  time  with  the  fighting .     i  skip  straight  to  the  winning .   ❜ ❛  thank  you  for  not  taking  me  hostage !  ❜ ❛  you  should  smile  more .   you’d  be  more  popular .  ❜ ❛  i  lost  track  of  my  dumb  decisions  a  long  time  ago .  ❜ ❛  they  tell  me  successful  people  set  achievable  goals  so   . . .  ❜ ❛  you  ever  meet  a  girl  and  it’s  just  like   . . .   you  can’t  eat ,   you  can’t  stop  thinking  about  her ?  ❜ ❛  gosh ,   you’re  cute  .  ❜ ❛  i  like  turtles ,   you  dick !  ❜ ❛  it’s  not  that  i’m  angry  with  you ,   i’m  just  disappointed .  ❜ ❛  i  am  a  t.  rex !     i  am  invincible !  ❜ ❛  who  the  fuck  wants  to  be  normal  anyway ?  ❜

#rp meme #ask meme #rp ask meme #sentence starters #rp prompts #mine. #mine : prompts.

[baby-grayson]

Playing By Your Rules|| Wilbur Soot Chapter 2

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(1.2k wrds)

A couch only feels comfortable if you have something to do on it. Otherwise, it becomes a comfortable tease of the lonely pang of boredom. And after work that, you sat alone on your couch. You scrolled through a seemingly endless stream of tweets and posts, even reviving a Pinterest board from 2016.

When the silence in your apartment seemed most present, your thoughts smuggled in flashes of Wilbur's mischievous smile, the way his cheeks balled upwards, and that naughty look in his eye when he knew he was being funny. You blushed, sighed, and opened a new app trying to distract yourself.

The cycle would repeat itself multiple times that night. Eventually, even the funniest tweets and most striking reddit posts weren't enough to push Will from your thoughts. You needed to end his invasion of your mind, so you escaped your apartment.

You texted your most social friend, Niki, and asked where she was. Before you could get off of your couch, she had sent you an address for a lounge by the shore in Brighton.

You said goodbye to your sweatpants and grabbed your keys, skipping out the doorway to meet her. The nighttime air was cold, you felt goosebumps form underneath your skin. It was a refreshing cold, the kind of cold that might offer the solace of forgetting about your love sicknesses for your boss.

But the cold made no promises. You found Niki sitting by a booth in a corner of the lounge, nursing a drink and softly bopping along to the beat playing in the background. You made quick work of ordering your own drink and joining her in a merry evening.

"You obviously still like him," her words were more observant than jugement.

You shook your head and took a sip from your drink. "I- I can't like him."

She looked across the room, at a bar where about half a dozen young men sat. She turned her gaze back to you, who was already slumped slightly before she spoke, "Falling in love with him in your head is only going to give you problems. Find the courage to tell him and talk about it or find someone you can be happy with, without the complications."

You sighed, "I just- I never knew anyone to treat me as well as he did."

"Just because you never had that kind of respect before, doesn't mean he's the only person you'll find it in." She reached across the table to squeeze your hand and run her delicate, manicured fingers across your wrist.

You squeezed her hand back and managed a small smile. "What about you? Who are you hanging around these days?"

She giggled and then proceeded to dive into answer that you only half-listened to while wondering if it was time to count your losses and stop pining after Will. It felt appropriate, it felt like what he would want you to do. But your heart and mind battled relentlessly over what you wanted to do.

Niki filled your night with bright laughter, her favorite throwback songs, and funny stories about what it was like being a German in England. She had a calming, soothing way to make your problems feel faraway.

Unfortunately, you could not keep Niki by your side forever. You said goodbye to her in the late hours of the night and stuffed your hands in your pocket as you walked home.

You didn't have to pass his office on your way home. You decided to pass by his office on your way home. A quiet part of your brain played scenes from a Hugh Grant movie, where you would burst through the door to find him working late and make a flowery declaration that you wouldn't finish as you pressed his lips on yours and you lived happily ever after.

The wind knocked the air out of your lungs. Passing by his office, in the little corner window you shared with Will, the light was off. Of course it was. Why would he be there at 2AM anyway?

You signed and took harsh breaths the rest of the way home. You were disappointed, both in the window and in yourself. You felt silly for thinking that some lightbulb being on at 2AM would somehow be a signal from above that you still had a chance with Will. You felt more than silly, you felt foolish for thinking that the light in that corner window would illuminate your chance to share your feelings for him.

Eventually, you made it back to your apartment and closed the front door behind you while kicking off your shoes. Pulling off your phone, you went to text Will: "hey, coming in late tomorrow morning. that ok?"

You made your way to the bathroom and started stripping off clothing when you heard your phone ping:

Will: ok with me, i'll be at rehearsal in the morning anyway.

Will: if Ash responds soon

You chuckled. You turned your shower on and waited until you saw steam form on the mirror. Before jumping in the shower you picked up your phone and read, "why are you still awake?"

You typed out, "went out with Niki, just got home".

You stared at the screen, nearly chewing through a part of your bottom lip. You hit backspace and decided to send, "went out with someone, just got home."

You jumped in the shower, feeling empowered by your last move. You knew he had entertained women in the time since he had hired you, but he didn't know that you hadn't had sex since the time you two laid together. It always made you feel a bit pathetic. But maybe Niki was right, maybe the move to find someone else was a positive direction for you.

You left the shower, feeling as if for the first time in six months that you have the right attitude for success.

Picking up your phone you saw:

"call me alonebur"

"sounds like a personal problem"

"wouldn't be if you wanted to come over"

"i would be there if you wanted me"

"don't play like that"

"i'm playing by your rules"

You didn't wait for him to respond. You plugged your phone in and slipped into bed, where you were snuggled to sleep without an alarm in the morning.

On the other side of Brighton, your sound sleep directly contrasted Will's distraught face. In the early days of the transition from lovers to co-workers, Will had used bodies to get him through the night but knew things would never be the same. He looked at the aloof way you handled the transition as a sign of the most idiotic move he ever made. He felt like an idiot for how he treated you and a piece of him knew that he deserved to lose his chance with you.

Every time he looked at you, he saw the light within your eyes dim a little more and his heart was slowly growing familiar to the empty feeling of looking up at a window and seeing the light turned off.

Will's strong heart refused to believe the light was on. With a surge of courage, he texted you: "i'm asking you to come over tonight"

Tag: @vktoraa

#wilbur soot #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot fanfic #wilbur mcyt #fanfic #angsty #youtuber #fluff #wilbur soot x reader #dreamsmp #dsmp wilbur

[slowdancingtorock]

Ireland - Day 12

Today is the day! The Barbie and Ken Party - or the pink and blue party, I guess but it's definitely inspired by the Barbie movie. I got myself even a pink shirt for it and a colleague of mine got himself a corresponding blue shirt. We took a lot of photos, it was downright fabulous. While I was supposed to supervise I absolutely enjoyed the party. All of the staff was in either pink or blue and we bonder over how great everyone's outfits were. Though at parts we looked like the douchebag brigade what with us wearing sunglasses and many wearing bright pink tanktops. So good. It's a shame that like a dozen students were banned from the party as a punishment for their "crimes", but that's just how it is.

Anyway, the day started off with all the regular things, rollcalls, supervising at breakfast and lunch and a staff meeting that I promptly skipped because I was not on duty and my freetime is precious to me. However, I decided to come down for the graduation ceremony and it was great! The students who are going to leave on Sunday all got their certificates and also sang their theme-song(?). Many of them also shed some tears as they came to realize that they're gonna have to say their goodbyes to some of their new friends. It surprised me as the last graduation was very tame in comparison. It was fantastic and wholesome when they laid down their t-shirts on the ground so the others could sign them.

I think the overall mood was strongly affected by the graduation. Knowing so many familiar faces that I have known since I got here will be gone by Monday is also bumming me out a little and I am definitely not the only one who feels like that. I also thought I had to say goodbye to a colleague, but there was a mix-up with her train and now she's staying until tomorrow :)

As I am writing this we're sitting in the staff room after a fire alarm which turned out to be a false alarm (hopefully). I am tired and also so angry and disappointed by just how slow the students reacted. Fucking hell.

Anyway, I hope I won't die here tonight. My song of the day is Pressure by Muse. It's a great song to dance Jive to and the music video is about a high school ball (so kinda sorta what went down here todas) and I think it sort of fits my current state of mind as I am genuinely concerned about the alarm. While the song itself is more about societal pressure, I can't help but take it seriously. I am tired and can't be bothered to find something that's better fitting. I'll add onto this post tomorrow as I am going to sleep now. Cheers.

[kamil-a]

blood route ending thoughts. i say a lot here but general disclaimer that im not the king of literature analyzing etc.

-btw. i am going to be a little hater in this one. but because i always worry about this kind of thing so im sure im not the only one, a disclaimer: absolutely no hate to people who enjoyed the end of this arc i do not hate you at all. i have complaints with the material and the author decisions but not with you, a mystery person online

-there are 2 events before the end that i vaguely remember liking but they unfortunately got so overshadowed in my mind.

-i do remember a bit where alice is mentally like ‘please just kiss me so my mouth is too busy to talk about going home...’

-and also that she has a moment of ‘omg HOW upset do you think he’ll be if i go. like k*lling himself upset? i wonder...’ shes hysterical i love her

-she also vaguely alludes to she herself having had no real love for life before she got wonderland’d. girl.... :(

-which kind of adds to a concept ive been chewing on for the past few weeks, that if peter and nightmare had not interfered, alice would not have like... made it to 30. or at least would have attempted serious harm.

-things were going so so so good until they werent!

-in my opinion the entire route is centered around alice's enjoyment of and overcoming shame/fear around sex and her emotions about all that sort of thing. and even the ball scene is like, you know, the thesis statement of it, where he lies down in bed and goes “you have to do everything”- thats the ultimate control for her, right? everything that happens there happens because she wants it to, and she’s become a person whos confident enough to express that want.

and then very abruptly he FORCES her to marry him. 

-like he starts off very cute and desperate, like “what can i do to get you to stop wanting to leave... UHHHH EVEN THOUGH MARRAIGE SUCKS SO BAD AND I BELIEVE EVERY BAD THING ABOUT IT, LETS GET MARRIED”

-you know what, i do like this bit. it’s a reversal of the thing she learned from the man with his face- to blood, you CANT be swapped out for a better woman. he’s in love with YOU. 

-"im a feminist BUT i believe men need to provide for their households" . absolutely bizarre

-unfortunately, she turns him down and things then escalate - he starts threatening her in increasingly more really really really uncomfortable ways, before finally basically dragging her through the wedding ceremony. 

-theres a lot of kissing and sex and implied blah blah blah and it just feels so bad now, under the banner of ‘and she was dragged into it’

-it’s just such a disappointment and a reversal of all of the themes- how can this be a story about alice learning to let herself enjoy sex and love if it becomes forced on her at the very last moment?

-i still really like blood/alice and blood/alice/elliot as a ship, but i feel pretty upset about the writing decisions made. it just feels... out of character ? where is the man who freaked out and stopped everything because alice got depressed while they had sex and started tearing up. i want him back.

-IM PUTTING ANOTHER POINT ON THE "BLOOD IS BACKWARDS JULIUS CHART, because julialice ends with "a wedding would be annoying lets skip it and say we did"...they’re the same man, but backwards.

-he fact that their wedding was super expensive-gaudy but also very clearly really rushed and falling apart is funny as hell though. ideally i think they immediately get a legal divorce but then keep dating. theyre kissing at the divorce desk.

-i think the proposal needed a scene like the ending of higurahsi’s tsumihoroboshi, where they both escalate their fight against each other to such a silly point that they start having fun, and then they go “fuck it, lets get married” 

-like "I DONT WANNA MARRY YOU" and hes like "well FINE maybe i dont wanna marry YOU if youve got THAT attitude" and shes like “well you SHOULDNT cause i SUCK” and hes like “i can DEAL WITH THAT” and shes like “also i dont wanna be a CRIME GIRLBOSS so GO AWAY” and theyre like "FINE" "FINE" "FINE" "FINE" [we cut to a very shitty wedding they obviously both worked really hard on]

-or if there MUST be a weird sense of force at least let them start creating elaborate evil schemes where hes like “IM going to LOCK YOU IN JAIL AND ONLY LET YOU OUT FOR THE WEDDING” and shes like well “IM going to BREW A SPECIAL POISON AND PUT IT IN YOUR TEA AT THE WEDDING MEAL” until, again, theyre like “no this is silly i love you”

-oh man, do they not ever say i love you? lmao that’s just like them...

-in my fix it fic au they still get married but its better for example they bring the couch up with them to the chuppah (i only know how jewish weddings operate) and blood has to climb over the entire thing to walk the circles around her. seven times.

-right so this is extremely nitpicky haterism but i think its weird to have the text pointing out her wedding dress was all frilly and lolita fashion because shes said many times she dislikes the style but wears it to make her sister happy. shoots the themes in the foot again. how is she supposed to grow if she’s being forced into things she dislikes???

-for a while now ive been saying things about this game like “it’s a shame QR is so confined by romance tropes” or “it’s like if if they dont write a love interest doing something coercive to fill a minimum quota someone will shoot them”, and in blood route i was just saying like “maybe i was wrong, maybe i judged too harshly”- like, there are absolutely a few Yikes Moments sprinkled throughout, but generally the things that get *focused* on arent like that. but then.... man, maybe they *do* have a minimum quota to reach lol. 

it’s a shame that the romance genre is so entrenched in this feeling of needing a strong love interest to force love on someone, and this general feeling of force as love. as if, just as a Good Husband will provide for his wife even if it means he makes the decision of where they live (lol), a Good Husband will force his wife to enjoy him romantically and sexually... even if enjoyment has already been established all along. 

and like i do think theres something to be said for the use of force as a sort of camouflage, as ‘i cant admit to wanting you so let’s pretend’- i dont think that’s good or healthy, but i think it’s a feeling that exists more commonly than people think, and that it, whether you like it or not, is going to be written about because people feel it. we even get a little of this when alice is like, yknow, ‘kiss me so i cant think about going home’ in her head etc! but... well, it’s a difficult tightrope to walk, i guess, but i dont think the end of this story achieves it, and i also think that by now, the arc of the story shouldve taken her away from needing that. honk really doesn’t have much of a plot, so if its character’s stories can’t progress satisfyingly, it..... kinda has nothing else?! lol

it all ends up feeling something outside of any particular character, you know? like something in the world instead of in the people. it’s something you do Because It’s A Love Story, and for two characters who never wanted to be in a Love Story but fell in love anyway, it just makes me sad.

#cw: talk of suicidal thoughts (fictional) #cw: the general assault-as-romance culture of romance writing etc etc #thoughtful honking

[supernaturalworldsofsecondlife]

The Unwelcoming Mat!

Unnatural Review Part 2; Uneventful Boogaloo

So if you haven't read part one yet, I highly recommend it. It details a little on Unnatural's magic system and kind of preps you for the mechanical side of things. But now I want to get into what I experienced and witnessed in the sim itself. So the first event was a bit on the spontaneous side as it dealt with a weather event/natural disaster. I'll get into more of those in a later post on why they're overused and just bad/boring in general -- I'm just prefacing here right away that I don't like these for very good reasons. One of them is exactly what happened. When it became clear that there was going to be severe weather in the area of where Ashmore was located, storytellers were quick to jump on it since it was a slow week. Hours later there was a severe thunderstorm and then rushed into a tornado event with only a handful of indicators throughout the Discord. Citizens were told to take shelter where they could. I chose Lazarus, which was a nightclub. People were packed in there like sardines when I finally managed to find it. While it wasn't the most clever usage of natural disasters, it did feel like they were trying to get people together. The problem is that they were getting people together who didn't really seem open to that idea. Especially if you're working an ice queen that's working that particular nightclub. See, my character's sexuality is of no secret. There was a pride bracelet, a necklace -- and he was pretty open about it when he happened on a friend. Yet no matter what I tried to do, this ice queen just seemed more interested in dealing with the pretty damsel-in-distress types rather than anyone else. So it was an awkward couple of hours with people just standing around because the ice was just EVERYWHERE. After the all clear was called, I left quickly as my friend and I started to notice that there was a rather large number of conservatives and it just didn't feel all that welcoming. The next event was a few days later -- a job fair. Given that my character is deep into the magic side of roleplay, I decided to head on over to the Spellbound booth! To my surprise, the person who played the ice queen was working the booth. "Maybe that's just how THAT character was," I thought. "Maybe this character is DIFFERENT?" Yeah, no. After STRUGGLING to get her character to give mine a simple job application, throwing all sorts of bones that he was a Phral -- that dog just wouldn't catch. After another hour of trying to get anything out of them, my character told theirs a story about a crystal ball paperweight catching his homework on fire when he was a kid. Not only did she misconstrue what was said, she attempted to run with it by admonishing the character based on that. This was strike three for me, so my character politely asked rhetorically, "You mean to tell me that you never done anything stupid when YOU were a KID?" She laughed it off and tried to half-ass play nice after that, but I was pretty much done and I made my exit not too long after. Meanwhile, my friend? He was trying to get his character a job with a cop (who's staff, so keep this in mind) and the cop was afk for over 30 minutes while watching an E3 panel. He didn't let my friend know and he was active in the gaming channel of their discord as it was happening. I neglected to mention that this particular staff member also came into Lazarus to give the all clear and would basically just ignore the majority of people and slipped in the back with a female employee of the nightclub. After finding out that there was also conservatives who aren't so friendly to BIPOCs and are obviously anti-LGBTQIA+ in their profiles -- we skipped town. Honestly, I tried to give Unnatural several chances to wow me. Each and every time I was met by the utter disappointment of wasted potential. While I may sound salty, there's literally zero excuses for what we experienced. If you seriously value your time -- Unnatural is the bottom of the barrel when it comes to roleplay sims. If you're looking for quality roleplay? You won't find much there.

#secondlife #secondlifeblog #secondlife roleplay #unnatural

[nakunakunomi]

Moonlight Dances - Leona x Reader

Look, I swear I am also working on requests. But I have a lot of love for Leona and not a lot of requests for him so I am just doing the work myself lmao. Enjoy this little scenario <3

2nd person. Gn reader.

You sighed out in frustration as you leaned your elbows on the balcony rails. Behind you, through the closed doors, you could still hear the faint sound of the music playing. You looked down at your attire, all dressed up, all… for nothing.

There was a ball at NRC, and you had foolishly assumed this would be an excellent moment to have an actual date with your boyfriend. After all, he was a housewarden, and those were expected to be present at such events.

But then again, there wasn’t a single event where every single one of the house wardens were present: the Ignihyde one sending his device to communicate rather than himself, and usually, the Diasomnia one wasn’t even invited. Top that off with one lazy lion who really hated doing public stuff like that when there was no real benefit to it, meant that at least one housewarden was missing on every such occasion, and today of all days, that lazy lion boyfriend of yours was the one to skip out on the event.

If there was nothing to lose by not going, and nothing to win from going, Leona couldn’t be bothered. And while usually you loved his carefree and lazy attitude, you had let him know repeatedly that you really wanted him to go to the ball with you. You wanted to spend an evening with him that wasn’t lazing around. An actual date. You had even foolishly daydreamed about maybe dancing a little with him.

You went back inside, looking for Ruggie, hoping to get some kind of hope from him, like Leona simply being too late because he overslept. Surely, that was something that didn’t happen very often, because of the very person you were looking for, but you couldn’t help but hope.

The way Ruggie’s ears fell flat a little the moment he made eye contact with you, told you all you needed to know.

“I’m sorry y/n, I really tried dragging him out. But I couldn’t convince him and I was running late myself-” You shook your head and held up a hand to make him stop talking. “I know you do your best, I don’t blame you. I am just,” you let out a deep sigh, “extremely disappointed. But I don’t need you to figure out my relationship or fight out my fights. I will go talk to him myself.”

You left the ball early, sure there wasn’t any fun to be had while you were in a bad mood, and you had to get it all out of your system before bedtime. You marched to Savanaclaw dorm, straight to the biggest room, and slammed open the door. As expected, a familiar silhouette lay on the bed, seemingly undisturbed by your grand entrance.

You sat on the edge of the bed, trying to put your thoughts into words in your head first before speaking them out loud. You wanted to make your feelings clear. Tell him how much he had hurt you. But you also wanted to stay calm, and you- well, you weren’t exactly sure what else you wanted. But you did know you didn’t want this to turn into a shouting match. Or a moment where you let your heart out only to get a half-hearted apology followed by sleepy cuddles because that spoiled boyfriend of yours was so used to always getting his way.

The silence unnerved him enough to make him sit up, as you felt his weight shift and the blankets tug away from you as he did so.

“Y/n…”, he started, but he was stopped almost immediately by you holding up your hand. He crawled a little closer, moving to sit next to you at the edge of the bed. You turned your head away when you felt his stare on the side of your face.

He looked up and down your figure, noticing your attire, and made the click. He knew why you were there. He knew why you were upset with him. But he also was confused. You had been together for a while now, and you must’ve known better than to assume he’d come and surprise you at the ball after he had repeatedly told you that he did not want to go.

You sighed deeply before talking. You still refused to lift your head and talk to him, instead talking to your hands that were resting in your lap.

“I-..”, you sighed again, not sure if even after all the thinking you had done, you were even going to be able to coherently explain yourself, “I am disappointed, I guess. Disappointed in you, surely, but also in myself. For being dumb enough to think that maybe, just this once, you’d want to hang out with me in public. That maybe, you would show me off, be proud to have a partner at a public event. Or even if you didn’t want to do all that, that we could just get some snacks, sneak off to the balcony and listen to the music. That maybe… we’d get to dance, and I’d get to spend a proper date with the man I love. Because… I truly don’t care about dates, balls, big things. But I do feel like.. you don’t think I am worth the effort? You didn’t have to dress up or anything. Just come out, and spend some time with me that’s not napping and cuddling, either in the botanical gardens or your room.” Once the words had started flowing, there was no way to stop them. You wandered, from the ball, to other issues, most of them coming down to one thing: you were afraid that Leona wasn’t taking this relationship seriously, you were afraid that he was growing tired of you, you were terrified to lose him, and tonight, for a brief moment, you thought that you had.

Leona listened quietly, knowing better than to interrupt you while you were pouring your heart out. He felt pained, and a little guilty. Because, truly, he didn’t care about the ball, but that didn’t mean he felt the same way about you? He loved you more than anything in the world, and you were one of the few things that made him genuinely happy. He had never said so, because sappy words were not his style, but he realized only now that maybe he had been underappreciating your presence. The fact that he wanted to spend so much time with you was a clear sign of his affection according to himself, but he didn’t think that not doing more would make you feel so inadequate, so unwanted, while he wanted nothing but you.

But these feelings were also way too hard for him to put into words, especially since yours had made his mouth feel dry, and a pit in his stomach grow. He felt bad to his core, and he knew there were very little things he could say to actually make it up to you.

So instead he stood up from the bed, and stood in front of you, bending down slightly so he could take your hands, and pull you up as well. This was the moment you looked up, hurt still apparent on your features, but now making place for some confusion as well. He looked into your eyes, the bright green color that always pulled you in somehow, shimmering even more bright as it reflected the moonlight that shone through the window.

Leona didn’t utter a word as he lead you outside, the cool evening breeze hitting your skin and making you shiver. The moon was shining so bright, you didn’t even need to turn on any outside lights. Leona finally let go of your hands and moved his hands to your waist before you could even open your mouth to ask what he was doing. His movements made it very clear though, as he started slow-dancing, slowly, to no tune at all. His movements were very deliberate, never truly forcing you to move, but making it feel only natural to do so.

You leaned your head on his shoulder as you danced in silence, knowing that this was as good an apology as you were going to get. Taking a few deep breaths, you felt most of the anger ebb away, but not entirely. There was something lasting a little, something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. You were missing something, but if asked, you wouldn’t be able to answer what exactly it is that you were missing.

“I do love you, you know”

It was quiet, murmured against your cheek, more of a thought than an actual confession, but it managed to fill the void you were feeling earlier. Leona never was one to actually say those words out loud, letting his actions speak for his feelings and showing affection in his own way. It was something you knew before you got together but still made it hard to keep it going sometimes. Times like now, where you had felt so… lonely, even in the relationship.

And just like that, most of the worries were gone, and so was the anger, and the sadness. You knew you would still need to have a conversation about this, but you also realized that now was not the time. Now, you would just enjoy the closeness, the love, and the fact that you did get a moonlight dance from your boyfriend, although not at the ball.

#leona x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #leona x y/n #leona kingscholar x y/n #twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #reader insert #fluff #romance #gn reader