#I am very happy with how the clothes and poses turned out

[bratniadusza]

Time to bully the Bully and keep your beans cool you guys! :DD

[starkwlkr]

cherry flavoured | sebastian vettel

sebastian vettel x reporter!reader

based on the video of iker casillas and his gf during the 2010 world cup

she’s a long one <3 this was finished at 2:30 AM so I’m sorry if there’s any mistakes (please do not request for part 2)

Abu Dhabi Grand Prix 2010

It was the last race of the season and you were nervous, especially for Sebastian. It was down to Fernando, Mark, Sebastian and Lewis, one of them was going to be them champion. It was your job to cover the race and conduct interviews before and after so this gave you a chance to speak with Sebastian and wish him luck. The media didn’t know about your relationship that had just become official a month ago.

Sebastian had asked you out before the Japanese Grand Prix. That day, you decided to make a deal with him. If he won, you would go to dinner with him. After 53 laps, Sebastian secured a win and a date with you.

While you finished up your interview with Lewis, Sebastian stood patiently to the side. He kept his eye on you, staring at how you talked with such confidence and passion. He loved how expressive you were, sometimes talking with your hands. After letting Lewis go so he could prepare for the race, it was Sebastian’s turn. He happily joined you.

“Hello Sebastian, how are you?” You asked, knowing already how he felt, but you had to do your job. The night before, you stayed in Sebastian’s room, that’s when he told you how nervous he was feeling.

“Good, excited, happy.” He replied, smiling at you.

“Well I won’t keep you here for very long—”

“Why not? I enjoy talking to you.” Sebastian interrupted. His smirk was making you weak and all you wanted was to drag him into a room and let him have his way with you, but you couldn’t at least not now.

Several questions later, Sebastian was still giving you that look making it hard for you to concentrate. It was the same look he gave you the night before when you and him were in his hotel room ripping each other’s clothes off.

“Alright, good luck Seb . . astian, sebastian sorry.” You apologized.

All Sebastian did was laugh at your mistake. Since nobody apart from Mark knew about your relationship, you couldn’t call him Seb. He nodded then mumbled an ‘I love you’ and left. You really hoped nobody could read his lips since you were still live.

You understood that Sebastian needed to concentrate before the race so you didn’t bother him. Soon, the race had started, almost instantly on lap 1, a crash happened. After the race restarted, you watched Sebastian keep his p1 position. When it came to the final lap, everyone was silent in the Red Bull garage where you were watching the race from. Sebastian crossed the finish line, but you still had to wait for the other four cars.

Lewis came in second then came Jenson. After confirming, it was clear that Sebastian had become world champion.

You and the team members of Red Bull made it to the podium ceremony. The German nation anthem played as Sebastian soaked in the moment. He had made history by becoming the youngest world champion. After the national anthem finished, he tried to look for you in the crowd. When he finally did, he winked at you. Again, he was making you feel all sorts of emotions.

After the podium celebrations and posing for photos, the three drivers had to do threat post race interviews. You were in charge of being the first to interview the new world champion.

In the media pen, Sebastian spotted you getting ready for your interview. When you were done, he walked up to you with the biggest smile on his face.

“Congratulations Sebastian. How was it up there on the podium?” You asked.

“It was a dream, but now it’s reality.” Sebastian replied. “I just wanna thank all the people that supported me and you of course, you’ve been there for me.”

You weren’t sure how to respond to that. Was Sebastian about to reveal your relationship?

“Well congratulations again, go celebrate this historic win—” Before you could finish your sentence, Sebastian placed both of his hands on your cheeks and brought you closer to him, placing a kiss on your lips. You could taste the champagne that had been poured of him by Jenson and Lewis. From the distance, Jenson cheered, making everyone turn their attention towards you and Sebastian.

Sebastian didn’t care that you were still live. All he wanted was to celebrate with his girlfriend. “I love you.” He mumbled against your lips. When he finally pulled away, he licked his lips. “Cherry, my favorite.” He smirked.

“You’re the worst.” You laughed. “I love you too, champ. Go, I’ll see you soon.” You practically had to push him away from you so you could continue with more interviews.

“I’ll wait for you!” He yelled as he walked away.

Then Jenson made his way to you since you were going to interview him next. “Do I get one as well?” He teased.

Of course you and Sebastian celebrated, how could you not? He had made history. After the famous kiss, you were sure that you were going to get fired, but nothing ever happened. You did get a warning to not do it again, which Sebastian reminded the FIA that it was his idea not yours resulting in him getting a warning too.

Over the years, you were there when Sebastian won, when he lost, when he moved to Ferrari. You comforted him when he realized he would never win a championship with Ferrari.

During the summer break of the 2019 season, you and Sebastian decided to get married. It was an intimate wedding with only close friends and family attending. The night of your wedding, Sebastian promised you that he would take you anywhere for a while so you could spend your honeymoon. Of course being an F1 driver and a reporter, it didn’t go as planned as a global pandemic hit. You assured Sebastian that you weren’t mad, you had traveled almost everywhere with him anyway.

After the 2020 season ended, Sebastian was now with Aston Martin. He had only secured one podium finish with the team, but you were still more than happy for him.

One day after media day had finished for the 2021 French Grand Prix, you and Sebastian were in the Aston Martin motorhome having lunch. You were talking about a new piece of furniture you wanted when your phone vibrated. You checked it and saw a picture of your friend’s baby that she had sent you.

“Look, remember my friend Jane? That’s her baby girl, aw she’s so adorable.” You showed Sebastian a picture of the baby. “I need to tell her to stop sending pictures or I might get baby fever.”

“It wouldn’t be such a bad thing, right?” Sebastian asked. “We’ve been together for eleven years, married for two.“

“I did always dream of being a mother. It would be fun to play dress up with our daughter or play with you cars with our son. Can you imagine that? They would call me mom . . holy shit.”

Sebastian thought about it. He was in his mid thirties, he already won four titles, that was enough for him.

“I guess this plays into what I’m about to talk to you next. . . I didn’t renew a contract for 2023 with sky sports.” You said.

“Are you going somewhere else?” He questioned.

“No, I didn’t sign anything with anyone. I just thought that it’s time for me to step back. Give someone younger their moment.” You replied. You made the decision a while ago even before the 2021 season started.

“But you love your job.”

“I can’t stay here forever, Seb.”

All day Sebastian had thought about your words. He couldn’t stay in formula 1 forever either. The younger generation had to have a go too.

At the end of the 2021 season, Sebastian had told you the news that he would be retiring at the end of the next season like you. You were sure him retiring was the result of your conversation, but he assured you that even before that he had considered retirement.

“So when are you going to announce it?” You asked.

“Soon. I want to enjoy winter break with you first.”

You and Sebastian spent the holidays in your home in Switzerland surrounded by family and friends. You weren’t even sure how it happened since you and Sebastian spent most of your time at home, but both of you ended up testing positive for covid. You assumed you contracted the virus when you went out for groceries.

The 2022 season had started and you and your husband were stuck at home quarantining. It wasn’t bad, it was just a normal day except you had medicine and empty tissue boxes scattered around the floor.

“Do you need another blanket, liebe?” Sebastian asked you. He touched your forehead feeling it not as hot as before.

You two were in your bedroom watching the Bahrain Grand Prix. You didn’t expect this to be the start of your last season, but at least you were with Sebastian.

“I’m okay, I’m thirsty though.” You sat up as Sebastian walked to the kitchen to get you a glass of water. Once he returned, he saw how sad you looked as you watch the race.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m going to miss it, but I’m happy that I get to be home with you.” You smiled weakly at him.

“We can visit whenever we want, liebe, and then one day we can visit with the kids.” Sebastian replied. “Here, drink.” He handed you the glass of water.

Soon enough, you and Sebastian were good to return back to the paddock. You felt refreshed and ready to officially start the season. You did your interviews, greeted your colleagues and then made your way to the Aston Martin garage where you were going to watch the race.

By lap 24, Sebastian was out. It broke your heart to see it, it was his first race back and he didn’t get a chance to finish it. He arrived back to the garage in a Marshall’s scooter making it a funny moment despite his dnf. He looked for you first.

“Are you okay?” You asked, running your hand through his messy hair.

“Good.” Was all that he said.

After doing some post race interviews, Sebastian waited for you in the Aston Martin motorhome. When you arrived, you noticed a plate of fruit and berries on the table. “I figured you didn’t get a break all day so eat. I made sure to get plenty of pineapple and strawberries.” He moved the plate closer to you.

“Thanks, it wasn’t that stressful today. Hopefully the next race is better for us.” You said once you sat down and started to eat the fruit. “No cherries today?”

“You and your cherries. Not today, liebe.” Sebastian grabbed a strawberry from the plate.

Eventually it was time to announce to the world of motorsports and media that Sebastian and you were retiring. You announced it first with a lengthy post on instagram with pictures of when you first started to now, you even posted the famous kiss that Sebastian gave you in 2010.

You received lots of comments and messages from family, friends and colleagues. It was nice to feel loved by them. The next day, it was Sebastian’s turn to announce his retirement. It started with him making an Instagram account then posting a video.

“I hereby announce my retirement from formula one by the end of the 2022 season.”

Abu Dhabi Grand Prix 2022

You felt a giant wave of deja vu. Here you were back in Abu Dhabi only this time it would be the official last Grand Prix for you and Sebastian. You would still visit like Sebastian mentioned, but it wouldn’t feel the same.

You walked into the paddock with Sebastian holding your hand. You were greeted by photographers, fans that wanted to get pictures with Sebastian and several members of other teams that wanted to congratulate you and your husband on retirement.

First you went to the Aston Martin motorhome again since you were a bit tired. You sat at a table in the corner. For a couple of weeks now, you were keeping a secret from Sebastian. Your friend, Jane, was the only one who knew since she had gone through a similar experience.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Sebastian asked as he noticed the tired look on you. “Want something to eat?”

“No I’m okay, I promise. It’s still too early for me to function I guess.” You dismissed it. “I’ll catch up with you later, I’m sure you have lots of people waiting for you.”

“They can wait. If you need me here then I’m staying, end of discussion.” He was about to sit down next to you, but you stopped him.

“Seb, no. I mean it, I am fine. Go.” You demanded.

Before he left, Sebastian placed a kiss on your lips. When he pulled away, he frowned. “Is that coconut? I thought you were going to wear the cherry one.”

“Change of plans.” You smiled. “Go, the team needs you.”

“Be careful, I’ll see you later.” He placed one more kiss on your lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You reply as you watch Sebastian walk out. “I can just imagine how protective he’s going to be about you, baby.” You spoke to yourself as you looked down to your stomach.

You found out you were pregnant when Jane was visiting you in Switzerland. You had gone out to eat for brunch at a nice little restaurant. Immediately after arriving, the smell of eggs made you run to the nearest bathroom and vomit in the toilet. Jane had ran after you making sure you were okay.

“Fuck . . It’s the smell.” You confirmed.

“Babe, when was the last time you had your period?”

Jane’s question made you think back to your vacation with Sebastian a couple months ago. You and Sebastian couldn’t keep your hands off of each other.

After taking a pregnancy test, it was confirmed that you were pregnant. You called your doctor to schedule an appointment. Sebastian wasn’t home so you didn’t have to worry about him walking in on you holding a pregnancy test. You weren’t sure how you were going to tell him, but you knew that he would be the happiest man on earth.

You were assigned to interview Sebastian immediately after the race while on the track. You were told that it would be a special moment for you two seeing as you were both leaving. Apparently Sebastian didn’t know this so that was another secret kept from him.

Sebastian stood beside you as he got ready. You held his helmet, your name printed on the side in a small font. “Remember when I won back in 2010?”

“No, remind me again?” You joked. “Of course I do. It was the night you kissed me in front of thousands of people on live tv.”

“It would be a shame if we didn’t recreate that.” He teased. “You know . . . for historical reasons.”

“I don’t want to get in trouble on my last day.”

“You’re no fun.” Seb rolled his eyes playfully. “Kiss for good luck?”

You then kissed the top of his helmet and shoved it in his hands. “Good luck.” You were about to leave, but Sebastian grabbed your hand and brought you back to him. “Fine.” You kissed him as if your life depended on it.

“I was hoping you changed your lipgloss to cherry.” Mumbled Sebastian after pulling away from you.

“You’ll live.” You gave him a chaste kiss then waited for him to put his balaclava. “I love you and I’m so fucking proud of you.”

Soon, the race was starting. Sebastian had started from P9. It was an exciting and emotional race for you and Sebastian. You didn’t want it to end, but you knew that Sebastian’s time in f1 was over.

By the end of the 58 laps, Sebastian had scored his last point in formula 1. You were content with the result even if he only scored one point. You were then directed to the track with a camera man and microphone in hand. As Sebastian did donuts on the track, you took your phone out to record his last moments. When he finished, you put away your phone. You didn’t even notice you were crying until a marshal gave you a tissue.

You thanked him and cleaned up as Sebastian made his way out the car to wave at the fans. Eventually Sebastian made his way towards you without his helmet and his racing suit hanging from his waist. You couldn’t start the interview without hugging him first so that’s what you did. Like in 2010, the camera filmed you and Sebastian as you embraced. You could hear the crowd cheering.

“You did so well. You made me cry.” You mumbled as Sebastian kissed your temple.

“You look pretty when you cry.” He let go of you since you needed to start the interview. He fixed your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear.

“Sebastian, wow, first off congratulations on your incredible career.” You began.

“I don’t know what to say. I feel a bit empty to be honest, it’s been a big weekend.” He looked at the crowd who were sad to see him go. He gave a speech that made you cry even more, which you blamed on the hormones. “I can say that you were always with me in the bad times and good times. Thank you for sticking with me.”

“Always.” You said, completely forgetting you were holding the microphone so the whole audience heard you.

Sebastian then thanked the fans for the messages and support he’s been receiving. It only made you want to cry even more so thankfully your interview was coming to an end.

“Congratulations, Seb. You deserve it.” You said and with that you and your husband hugged once more. “You’re coming home.” You sighed.

“You don’t sound too happy.” He teased.

“I am, trust me. That means you can help move some stuff around and redecorate the guest room.” You let go of Sebastian, but you still held his hand.

“Why would we need to redecorate the guest room?” He questioned.

“Because that’s our baby’s room.”

“Our baby? Really? You mean it?” His lips turned into a smile that he couldn’t wipe off. “When did you find out?”

“Weeks ago. I’m letting you know right now that if you ever make eggs around me, I will vomit so let’s not do that.” You laughed as Seb brought you in for a kiss.

Again, Jenson was cheering in the background like he did in 2010.

When Sebastian pulled away, he smirked. You had changed your lipgloss after all. “Cherry, my favorite.”

[unreliablesnake]

Play stupid games... (Simon Riley x reader)

Summary: Simon agrees to pose as your boyfriend for the holidays. Since he has been in love with you for years, it turns out to be quite a bad decision.

Note: It took me a long time. But it's here now. Happy new year!

Simon had known you for almost three years now, spending most of this time thinking about asking you out. But he never did it. Why would you agree to be with him when he usually disappeared for months all of a sudden because of his job? Since he didn’t want to risk losing you for good, he decided to keep his feelings to himself, silently suffering every time you cried on his shoulder after a breakup, or when you couldn't shut up about your new boyfriend.

But then one day, maybe a week before Christmas, you stood there in front of his door with this big, Cheshire cat smile on your face, hands folded behind your back as you watched him. “Can I come in?” you chimed, and how could he say no to that?

Little did he know you would come up with a plan so risky he would for the very first time consider saying no to you. He didn't like the idea, not one bit, mostly because he didn't feel like lying to your family. A family that probably didn't even know he existed.

“Come on, Simon, I never ask for anything,” you tried with a sweet smile.

He knew you were right. You never even asked him to come and fix something around your place, or to give you a ride after a long night out with your friends. This was, after all, nothing more but a small favor, a little lie he would have to keep up until the holidays were over.

“If I agree to do this,” he began slowly, not missing the hopeful shine in your eyes, “you will have to lie to your parents and other relatives, telling them we've been together for months. Are you sure you're ready for it?”

You inched closer on the couch, a delicate hand resting on his knee as you looked him in the eye. “Look, they usually hate the guys I invite, but they keep asking why I'm single if I arrive alone. I just know they wouldn't dare to pick a fight with you. Scary dog privilege and all.”

With a sigh, Simon leaned his head on the back of the couch as he looked up at the ceiling. He always wanted to know what it would be like to be with you. What it would be like to hold your hand, to have you snuggled up to him on the couch, or to kiss you. This plan of yours gave him the perfect chance to experience all of these during the holidays.

And so a few days later the two of you were standing in front of the door of your parents' house, hand in hand, of course, because who would think he was a simple friend when your fingers were laced with his so tightly. He didn't mind; no, he actually liked it a lot. It was good for the both of you, making you calmer and more focused on this night ahead.

“Oh, look at that, you made it on time this year! I’m so happy to have you here. Come on in, you two,” an older woman said with a bright smile as she clapped her hands excitedly.

She was acting as if she was in her twenties, dressing in clothes which gave away that she wasn’t exactly in a good shape. But Simon bit his tongue before he could say anything offensive, staying silent even when you made a barely noticeable comment regarding her choice of clothing. Was she really that dumb? That woman kept talking as if you’d said nothing; she was either too stupid to pick up on your words, or decided to completely ignore them.

“Your parents are in the kitchen, helping David with the dinner. I wouldn’t advise you to go there, you know what David’s like when he cooks. But your cousin Allistair has been looking for you.”

And with that she turned around and walked away, not even bothering to excuse herself. Simon raised an eyebrow as he glanced down at you. “Am I invisible?” he asked half-jokingly, the corners of his lips turning upwards when you put your free hand on his chest. He wondered if you could feel how his heart was racing at that moment from your touch.

You let out a sigh as you looked around, searching the rooms you could see from the bottom of the stairs. “Don’t mind her, she thinks all of my relationships are doomed. You’re just a random guy I brought with myself in her eyes,” you explained once you turned back to him.

“At the end of the day that’s all I am,” he noted quietly. You asked him what he said, but Simon just shook his head without repeating the sentence.

Allistair turned out to be a pretty cool guy. He was Scottish, cocky, and funny, which reminded him of Johnny. Unlike your aunt, he actually greeted him, asking about him before starting a long speech full of embarrassing stories from your youth. Simon was grateful and he didn’t even feel like moving on and meeting other members of your family.

But when one particular story came up, you were quick to interrupt him and drag Simon away from your cousin. “I’m sorry, but you shouldn’t hear that one. Let me introduce you to my parents.”

The parents. Great. Apparently you had been planning this for months, telling your parents stories about your tough military boyfriend they couldn’t meet because he was often away. You knew perfectly well he would agree, and this made him wonder if he was too naive for his own good. You were playing him like a violin and he shouldn’t be like this, acting like some stupid, lovesick teenager.

All of his worry disappeared when you took his hand, though. “What are you doing to me?” he muttered quietly to himself.

You came to a halt and turned to him. “What?”

“Nothing.”

After a nod, you continued your journey to the kitchen, dragging him along through the empty hallway. When you reached your destination, you immediately flashed a wide smile at the people inside before going closer to greet them properly. Simon found it awkward to just stand there and wait. The last time he had been introduced to parents and relatives was in his teenage years a long time ago. He was out of practice.

You returned to him soon and put your hands on his upper arm. “Mom, Dad, David, he’s Simon, my boyfriend,” you said as you grinned up at him.

Simon’s heart melted at the sight. He wished he could kiss your pretty lips, but he didn’t want to push his luck. Your mother gave him a warm smile before quickly washing her hands and walking over to see him from up close. For a few seconds she was just silently studying his face, and then she put a hand on your shoulder as she gave you a serious look.

“He’s really handsome, honey, good choice. And a military man! I’m sure he can keep you safe.”

She then introduced herself and the others, the men even came over to shake his hand. Simon talked to all three, answering a series of questions about his relationship with you. He didn’t mind since the two of you had previously fabricated nice little stories to tell your family.

Once they returned their attention to the dinner they had left unattended for a short while, you took his hand again before pulling his head down with the other to kiss him. It was just for show, he knew it, but it still felt so real, so good, and he was on cloud nine. Maybe he was just imagining things, but he could have sworn you were smiling up at him like a satisfied cat once he pulled away.

The rest of the evening was a walk in the park after meeting your parents and convincing them you were dating for real. Simon often took your hand, drawing circles into your skin absentmindedly as he had a conversation with a relative of yours. They seemed to like him, although there was a little girl who always ran back to her parents when he came too close to her.

After the guests began to leave, you announced your departure as well, and Simon took you home like a good boyfriend. You gave him a kiss on the cheek next to the car when you got there, then said goodbye and headed to the building. But he couldn’t just let you go like that, he had made up his mind during the evening that he would finally tell you how he felt.

“Wait,” he said as he went after you. You stopped and turned around with a questioning hum, but instead of giving you a verbal answer, he started with a proper kiss. You seemed surprised at first, but then you returned it for his relief. “I’ve been in love with you for a long time, you know,” he said when he pulled back.

“Oh.”

That was all you said. He didn’t expect you to say it back, but he still expected you to say something more than this. Yes, it was probably a lot to take in, but you could have said you needed time to think about it, that it took you by surprise and you weren’t sure you knew what you wanted. But no. That was all he got.

“I should go,” you said with a gulp before going inside, twisting the knife in his heart with this reaction.

Weeks passed without him hearing from you. During that time he had to go back to base, and becoming Ghost once again took his mind off you. There he was a soldier, not Simon. He couldn’t let his emotions make him unfocused. But despite his best efforts, Price noticed that something was different. That something was off about his lieutenant.

So one evening he summoned Simon, officially to talk about a situation on the other side of the planet, unofficially to find out what was wrong with him. “Can I offer you a drink?” Price asked him when he sat down. When the lieutenant shook his head, he let out a sigh and sat down behind the desk. “I consider you a friend, Simon. I hope you know you can always talk to me.”

A groan left his throat upon hearing this. Price knew Simon, but here he was Ghost. He had to be Ghost, otherwise he would go insane. Because every night when he was left alone with his thoughts, he found himself staring at the screen of his phone, thinking about you. Should he call you? Should he send you a message?

“You don't have to, but it might help,” Price pressed on, but he only raised a hand and shook his head. “Listen, I know your head is here with us. I appreciate that. But you need to talk to someone. Is this about your family? The anniversary of what happened to them?”

Shaking his head again, the lieutenant leaned back in the chair. “It's not about my family, I made peace with that. Sort of. As cliche as it sounds, it's about a woman. I don't know what to do.”

Price lit a cigar as he watched him. They weren't that far apart in age, and he had a feeling the captain considered him a friend at the end of the day. It wasn't unusual for the two of them to go out for a drink between missions, discussing quite a lot of things, including each other's private life. While he didn't have much to say, his superior talked a lot about his family and women he was chasing.

“Tell me. What happened?”

“I kissed her and she stopped talking to me,” he said, opting to give the short answer to the captain. He sent a disapproving look in his way, clearly expecting a little more than that. After a gulp, he went on. “All right. So she asked me to pose as her boyfriend for the holidays. I agreed because I’m a fucking idiot who had been in love with her ever since we met. After we spent the evening with her family, I took her home and kissed her. I tried to call her, but she ignored me. I think she's mad.”

“You shouldn't have done that,” Price told him calmly. Simon was a little confused, and no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't figure out what he meant. Probably seeing the look on his face, the captain let out a sigh, blowing out some smoke. “Playing her boyfriend. You shouldn't have done that if you love her. It just makes you more desperate.”

Simon nodded. “You're right.”

“Well… Maybe she just needs time. But I don't know her, so,” he said, finishing the sentence with a shrug. “Gaz tells me a lot about his issues with women, but I swear he handles it better than you do.”

“Thanks. That helps a lot,” the lieutenant said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. “Why don't I ever hear about your issues? It's always so easy for you based on your stories.”

“What can I say? I'm good at charming the ladies,” Price replied, a laugh filling the room as he got rid of the remains of the cigar.

Over a month later Simon finally went home, and a few days after his arrival he found himself lying on his bed in the middle of the day, staring at the ceiling as he thought about calling you. Would you finally pick up and talk to him? In the end he decided to send you a text instead.

Simon: Hey. Wanna meet me for a drink?

Two excruciatingly long hours later a notification showed up on his screen.

You: Sure. Where?

Simon: My place? I'll order dinner.

You: Not sure that's a good idea.

Simon: Come on.

You: All right, fine.

You arrived not long after the conversation, holding a bottle of wine you two often drank on nights like this. The situation was awkward as Simon didn't really know what to do or say. A part of him wanted to apologize for the kiss, hoping you could forgive him and continue your friendship as if nothing happened. But another part was ready to beg you to be open-minded now.

When the door closed behind you, he leaned against it and watched as you slipped out of your sneakers and walked into the kitchen as if you lived there. A smile crept on his lips at the thought of you living with him. That would be nice. He could get used to the idea.

The next time he laid his eyes on you, you already had two glasses of wine in your hands, getting closer to him with a small smile. “You surprised me with that kiss,” you finally spoke up.

Simon took the glass from you, suddenly feeling nervous. “You didn’t forget about it.” You shook your head before taking a sip of your drink. “I’m sorry, I just… I know that was a lot to dump on you that night.”

“No, it’s okay. I had some time to think. You’re a great guy, Simon, any girl would be lucky to have you by their side,” you began to explain, causing him to let out a long sigh of defeat. “I’m one of those girls.”

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” With a short laugh, you immediately nodded and stood on your toes in front of him. “Does this count as our first date?”

He leaned down a little to give you a quick kiss. “No, you have to take me somewhere nice,” you told him.

“I’ll think of something.”

“Think of the place where we went after that party all those years ago. You know, when we first met.”

This surprised Simon. He tilted his head to the side as he watched you with a confused look on his face. “That was a McDonald’s.” You shrugged with a smile. “God, I love you.”

[beautifulhigh]

Hi hi!! It's unfair of me to ask you to actually write the full essay on the rwrb red room kiss scene, but I saw your tags and am very interested in at least what the main thesis would be, if you feel like sharing!! No worries if not 😊 Have a good night/day/whatever time it is where you are!

The last few weeks have been, well. They've Been™ and I'm going to use this wonderful ask to dust off my overthinking tag and write a meta post on this movie, these boys, and then hope more than three people care what I have to say.

The Red Room kiss scene is Iconic™ and Important™ and in this essay I (really) will discuss agency, framing, and why it always had to be Alex to be the one to make the move.

While book!Alex takes book!Henry to the Red Room, here he's waiting. Bundle of nervous energy. He doesn't know what to do with himself, how to hold himself, how to present himself when Henry turns up. He's backlit in this (which is a theatre technique, I see you Matthew) but it also adds to the drama and tension of the scene.

The (in)famous painting of Hamilton, about to bear witness to things.

We jump cut between Alex trying to find... something. Here he is realising his shirt has come slightly undone and he wants to try and be somewhat presentable. At least for the moment. But it speaks to Alex's physicality in this scene because he is shifting and moving so much that his clothing is shifting. There's also an interpretation that this suit represents the formality of the situation - the Prime Minister's dinner, at which he (the First Son) and the boy he wants to kiss (the actual Prinec) are supposed to be front and centre and the picture of formality.

He's coming undone in this moment because he's the First Son and he's waiting for the Prince, but he's also Alex and he's waiting for Henry.

Ah, yes. The casual lean against the wall. Fancy seeing you here, your Royal Highness, what do you think of the menu? But there's grounding here too. When you're spiralling focusing on a physical point of contact between you and and something can help ground you.

It's also a defensive stance in a way. You shall not pass, I'm not moving. Alex is claiming space and territory and he's controlling it.

"How dare you fucking kiss me, run away, ghost me, then walk into the White House like nothing changed." This is closed off, defensive, protective - probably why it's the quickest of the poses to be dismissed. He's got his back against the wall like he's scared or ready to come out fighting. And, in a way, both of those are true.

Book!Alex is mid-crisis on his bisexuality and while he logically knows he is very much into Henry, he's not gotten to the point of turning theory into reality.

Movie!Alex is more chill about being into guys, but this attraction to Henry is confusing him. He hates the guy. He wants to punch him in the mouth. With his mouth.

(What? That's literally book canon: and if he weren’t already hell-bent on destroying Henry’s infuriating idiot face with his mouth right now, he would consider doing it with his fist.)

Casual lean against the table, less staged and jarring than the extended arm against the wall.

But then Henry walks in and Alex stands to attention and he is... rapt. He is calm and composed and he is focused. We're back to the back-lit position which helps frame him with a near-halo effect.

And you can see that he is relaxed. There's a slight drop in the jaw, his shoulders are sloped and rounded. Because none on what he was trying to convey before matters. Henry is here.

"Look" he starts with - he's expecting a fight. He's expecting Alex to go off on one for the kiss, for the liberty taken. Even if Alex is willing to forget that it ever happened, take Henry's secret to the grave, Henry gets one thing right in this.

"my behaviour was appalling"

Because it was. Look, Hen, I love you and I'm with Alex in the feeling that I will go to war for you to see you happy and safe. But you did kinda kiss him without consent (harsh reading) and you did ghost him without apology (soft reading) and for a boy raised in the Royal Household that... well... it's pretty much top items on the Very Bad Behaviour list. He did not act with decorum or dignity, he did not act in the way that his status and position demands.

(That's OK, Hen. Because the boy under the linden tree wasn't the Prince. It's OK to not be him, and Alex is going to spend the rest of his life loudly loving the man, not the prince.)

"Shut up, stop talking." // “Shut up, shut all the way up, oh my God,” Alex hisses

Because even though both versions of Alex said he wanted to talk to Henry, in the moment that's the last thing he wants to do. And actions speak louder than words, right?

Why it had to be Alex

Henry needed to make the first move, that New Year's kiss, because there needed to be something to make Alex realise that this thing he's feeling is very much reciprocated, and that Henry wants it too. If Alex had kissed Henry for the first time on New Year's Eve/Day then it would have been too much of a leap. Alex, at whatever stage of his bisexual journey, has no clear idea of Henry's orientation at that party. It's only with retrospective viewing that he realises that Henry was low-key flirting, and that the sharing of these deeply personal moments wasn't just a "two bros in a hot tub" thing.

So Henry had to kiss Alex first but then he had to run because there was no way that the mostly-closeted, private Prince could accept that a) he fucking kissed a boy, b) said boy is the one he's been dreaming of since Rio/Melbourne, and c) the boy kinda?? kissed him back?? Henry will have been having a low-grade anxiety attack all through January (and trying to reclaim some control with the date he went on in the book).

In this moment, Alex knows all the pieces. He's played this logic game to its conclusion and he knows all the facts. 1) Henry is gay. 2) Henry is into him. 3) He's into Henry. That last fact is something Henry isn't fully aware of (or at least can't bring himself to believe it to be true) and so it has to be Alex.

He doesn't want Henry to say something that would get in the way of this, doesn't want to hear any kind of pre-prepared speech of "yeah, we're better off as friends" that always happens when the couple get too close to getting together too early in the run time. Alex is full on shutting that down, shutting Henry up, and he gives as good as he got.

"Wait a minute" // Henry’s too shocked to respond, mouth falling open slackly in a way that’s more surprise than invitation, and for a horrified moment Alex thinks he calculated all wrong, but then Henry’s kissing him back, and it’s everything.

And this time it's both of them. Framed between Hamilton and the books. The American political trailblazer and the literary. In the space between? There's our boys.

Alex's hand is on the wall again and he's controlling the space but Henry is very much in it. He's protective but in a different way.

In one frantic motion, Alex knocks the candelabra off the table next to them and pushes Henry onto it so he’s sitting with his back against—Alex looks up and almost breaks into deranged laughter—a portrait of Alexander Hamilton. Henry’s legs fall open readily and Alex crowds up between them, wrenching Henry’s head back into another searing kiss. They’re really moving now, wrecking each other’s suits, Henry’s lip caught between Alex’s teeth, the portrait’s frame rattling against the wall when Henry’s head drops back and bangs into it. Alex is at his throat, and he’s somewhere between angry and giddy, caught up in the space between years of sworn hate and something else he’s begun to suspect has always been there. It’s white-hot, and he feels crazy with it, lit up from the inside. Henry gives as good as he gets, hooking one knee around the back of Alex’s thigh for leverage, delicate royal sensibilities nowhere in the cut of his teeth. Alex has been learning for a while Henry isn’t what he thought, but it’s something else to feel it this close up, the quiet burn in him, the pent-up person under the perfect veneer who tries and pushes and wants. He drops a hand onto Henry’s thigh, feeling the electrical pulse there, the smooth fabric over hard muscle. He pushes up, up, and Henry’s hand slams down over his, digging his nails in.

The sensibility of the suits is on its way out, they're not the First Son and the Prince. And Alex is taking the lead.

Agency

Henry is somewhat passive in this - although he is fully engaged - but it's Alex who set this in motion. Pun intended. Alex who pushed him against the wall. Alex who pushed him up onto the table and hiked his leg up around his hip, Alex who is driving in. Because Alex needs Henry to know that third fact. The one he's worked out, the one that Henry is just catching up with. This isn't payback, it's not some prank. Alex Wants™.

There's a scene I'm writing in my current FirstPrince WiP in which Alex and Henry have a charged moment. And Henry wants to act on it but those princely sensibilities get in the way and he can't let himself be led into doing something that could be used against him. If Henry made all the moves then the accusation of him taking advantage, of the inherant imbalance that comes with status and titles and positions of power. So in the scene, and here, Alex takes the lead. There's no way anyone could accuse Henry of forcing Alex into doing this.

(Good luck getting Alex to do ANYTHING he doesn't want to.)

So Alex gives and Henry takes and he gets the memo very quickly.

Fact number three. Alex wants this too.

Then Movie!Amy walks in on them (which IMO is way funnier than Book!Amy hissing through a crack in the door) and these idiots try to act like they weren't redefining International Relations a second ago. Alex is by the painting, Henry is by the books. They've gone back to their sides and they're playing at being interested in what they find there. But they're not, it's all for show, someone who gives a passing glance at this point sees this part of them, this side of them The First Son and the Prince: the politician and the literary.

They're both backlit, they're in line even if it doesn't look like it, Alex is no longer on Henry's right, and they're both trying to act like the people that others could see them as.

But we - and they - know better. 1) Henry is gay. 2) Henry is into Alex. 3) Alex is into Henry.

4) Everyone is on the same page now.

(Also I know Casey talked about seeing the Red Room on a White House tour and so that's why they included a scene in that room in their book, but I cannot ignore the fact that red = love and passion and danger and fire [the counter to the water motif] and it's a warm colour designed to excite.)

[accio-victuuri]

let’s start the new year with some good old cpn!

so glad that yibo’s stages all went well! as expected from a performer like him. i was kinda nervous that a bad hot search will come out but it was all good. from people being touched with his/dls song, wanghan crying, his clothes, the bystander stage, his high ratings and him seeing the green sea. i’m sorry to the other celebrities who got smeared in the hs but that’s just how it is, better luck next year.

now onto the clownery, if you clown today, it means you will continue to do so for the rest of the new year.. so proceed with caution 😂😂😂😂

starting with the most obvious one are the photos from yibo-official and the effect it gave — it was so little prince. something they both have connection with and a favorite among turtles. international or not, it’s already there and we are not the only ones who noticed the reference.

also the similarity to xz’s weibo night ( their wedding day outfits lol ) effect and little prince look. 👀

another “similarity” is this right here. i like how wyb is in black and xz in white because in cql wyb was the one in white for lwj and xz in black. and the drumming!!! 🥁

during the countdown, WYB was doing the chongya pose. similar to XZ. awwww. i love that this has really become their thing now, tho it really originated more with XZ. even if they didn’t spend it together, they still do it. they have the same hopes and attitude for the new year!

in the subject of the countdown, some are commenting on this incident where wyb didn’t hug the girl/s who were moving closer to him. lol. he is married! what are you all doing? 😂😂😂 kidding aside, i think that a part of it is he is not familiar with them. the girl’s skin was also exposed so maybe he didn’t wanna touch inappropriately. and well, he is wang yibo. people will slice and dice all his public interactions so he is also being careful so people won’t misunderstand.

another thing that fans were looking into was the type of flower he was wearing as a brooch! lol. turns out it’s a ginger flower and it means to keep memories in summer forever. ginger flowers bloom in May-June in summer. the flowers are pure white, the fragrance is refreshing when blooming, and the flowering period is very long.It's short-lived, but it's also accompanied by beautiful memories.

i’m sure we’re over interpreting here lol. but whatever. it’s the summer we remember! 🤍

THIS PART IS NOT CPN BUT TO MENTION THE TIMES the cpf related light signs made an appearance on the screen. So there is a small screen in the venue where they can zoom in on the audience and some of the stuff that made it there were cpf light signs. not to say that these people understand the reference, maybe they found it interesting so they focused on it.

you may have also noticed the lone red and green headbands in this scene! lol. as a casual viewer, you won’t be paying attention to it and if you notice, you won’t even know what they are. but it means something to us and it’s nice to see representation.

and this one, i’m pretty sure he saw that huge ass turtle light sign! 😂😂😂

Disclaimer: i am not trying to undermine what his so/os did today to make sure the green sea was there for him to see. they have worked hard and i’m sure yibo appreciated them showing up for him. this is a cpn post so i would post cpf related stuff.

Lastly, fans have tried to send them a message on weibo and this time there is an automatic reply of them giving a happy new year message ☺️

-END.

[unholycringebirther]

Would wear a crab costume to attract your Yandere mate?

YANDERE MEN X GN!CRAB SUIT!READER [FANFICTION/DRABBLES]

SUMMARY: I hate how you say that as if there is another way, what have y’all been doing??

WARNINGS: CRAB, HORNY THOUGHTS, MINORS DNI

CHARACTERS: SUNNY DAY JACK, ALAN ORION AND JOHN DOE.

[A/N: I wrote this at literally (not even being dramatic) 3:22 AM so don’t be expecting too much quality 😀 I could’ve re-written it, but I’m in writers block and I’m not spending any longer on a post this kinky]

[PROLOGUE]

I slipped on the cursed onesie, the soft fabric sliding against my skin surprisingly smoothly.

When I turn to look at myself in the bathroom mirror, my lips twitch in the stomach-hurting way I hold back my laughter at the sight infront of me, not that I don’t look incredible, it’s just the cherry red fabric of the crab suit doesn’t cut the most flattering look with its shapeless form.

With a grin, I hold up the claw mitts that my hands press into, taking a moment to admire myself.

It was the score of the century, and I didn’t even buy it myself, an old friend was cleaning out her garage and I’d offered my help, aiming to catch up with her while we sorted, and then this masterpiece pulled itself out of the wreckage like a diamond in the rough.

We fooled around with it for more than a few moments, and at the end of the day, when we were both sweaty and still chuckling, she asked if I wanted to take it home.

Of course I said yes, who do you think I am? Oh right, I’m you.

And now, here I stand, dawning the crab onesie while posing theatrically, my face almost splitting at the force of my grin, my hands making puppets as I shift the fabric to make pinching motions.

Distracted, I almost jump out of my skin when I hear the fridge door close, and that jogs my memory enough to turn that large indulgent grin more mischievous, and perhaps a tad curious.

My boyfriend was home, and here I was, dressed as a crab, it’s pretty much fate.

[SUNNY DAY JACK]

I open the door, all of my teeth bared in the smile I wear.

Jack’s in the kitchen, and judging by the alluring smell of pancakes and the sizzle of the frying pan, I can easily guess what he’s doing, which means he’s probably distracted.

I keep my footsteps light to avoid alerting him of my presence, there he stands, unassuming and whistling a cheery kids tune, I flash a campy villain face before launching forwards.

I wrap my arms around him waist, shouting slightly as I hold his firm body against mine, he jerks slightly before whipping his head around.

The smile he gives me is one of a man happy to see me, but hasn’t fully taken my glorious fit in yet.

I can see it in his dark, dark brown eyes when he finally realises, and he starts laughing, confused but cheerful, “Sunshine? What’re you wearing?” He shifts around until he’s facing me, taking in the obnoxiously red outfit.

“What do you mean, Jack?” I feign naivety, before pretending to notice and look down at my outfit, the ridiculously oversized onesie threatening to break my character and make me laugh, “Do you not like it?”

He laughs again, tipping his head back and squeezing his eyes shut, “No, no.” He starts, simmering down his laugh until it’s a giggle in his voice, “You look very nice, sunspot!”

“Where did you, uh, where’d you get this?” He plucks gently at the sleeve, and his voice goes high as he struggles to choke down more laughter.

“Why, Only the finest clothing place on this earth!” I put on a snooty voice, pretending to be one of those rich white women on the shows playing late at night, “My friends garage.”

Something changes in his eyes at the last comment, but it’s gone before I can place it.

“Ah, is that clean?” He looks a little concerned now, humor still plagues his eyes and voice but it melts slightly as he inspects the costume a little more diligently, “Friends shouldn’t give each other things that could be dangerous for your health, sunshine!”

I did wash it, but now that he puts it like that, I don’t know how long the onesie has been rotting in that box, and I look down at my red arms to inspect a little more for myself.

“I don’t doubt you tried to clean it, sunspot,” he tuts, but the disappointment in his eyes aren’t aimed towards me, “I think it’s great to give your friends gifts, and they don’t have to be brand new, but I don’t think it’s very nice to repay all your hard work helping them clean with a dirty onesie that could be very dangerous for your health!”

I squirm slightly, the image of years worth of germs crawling all over the fabric that’s currently on my body, he’s right, that IS kind of gross.

But it isn’t as gross as the smell of burnt pancake mix, Jack turns around to fuss over the burning liquid with a few apologies thrown over his shoulder while I turn to go change, intent in throwing out the gift.

Then a thought hits me, how did he know we were cleaning? Maybe I told him and just didn’t remember, though I really don’t think I did.

Whatever, it doesn’t really matter.

[ALAN ORION]

Alan’s been staying over more than usual lately, it’s time he discovers what I do here all day.

I stomp out of my room like a pleased goblin, the fabric rustling as I shuffle towards the living room where Alan is seated on the couch, staring fixedly at the T.V as a rebooted version of an old clown show is currently broadcasting.

“Ohhh Alannnn!~” I call out in a singsong voice, and I can see him perk up at the sound before turning his head, “How do I look?!”

He stares for a moment, those black and white eyes taking in the sight for a few beats, and I can barely wrangle back my laughter as I can practically see the rusted gears turning in his head.

“Ah,” He finally seems to regain himself, and he smiles a adorably confused smile, “You look great, doe-eyes!”

And the worst part? He seems to be telling the truth, he’s always supported whatever I’ve chosen to wear, growling off any perverted eyes if it happens to be more risqué than normal, he really doesn’t like anybody else looking.

And now here he is, faced with the most provocative outfit of all, a giant crab onesie curtesy of my friends garage.

I can’t hold back my chuckle any longer, the constant twitch of my lips giving way to a bright, giggly smile.

He gets up, walking over to me and pulling me to his chest, kissing my cheek before looking down again, the hesitation in his voice letting me know he’s still completely lost, “Y-You look very pretty in red!”

My laughter gets caught in my throat, and I lean in to kiss him on the lips, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, tipping my head down into his neck to hide my smile when the giant, obnoxious claws brush his neck.

He keeps adjusting his arms, clearly trying to situate himself comfortably against the cotton-filled add ons of the crab legs that are situated on my sides.

Clearly, as he pressed kisses into my neck, most likely soon to be bites, the crab seduction has worked.

[JOHN DOE]

Most partners get lingerie to surprise their partner, and now, I’m one of them.

I shuffle out of my room, laughter escaping me in peels as I run down the hallway, into the trippy abyss of the kitchen where my boyfriend sat, raw chicken molded into a hotdog in-front of him.

I open my mouth to question him about the odd choice of food, momentarily forgetting about the outfit, and about why he looks like he was about to dip in in gravy when his comically large eyes widen.

Hearts burn in his eyes, literally, those small black pupils shifting and melting into hot red hearts.

“Dearest!” His voice sounds excited, and I can feel the air change, sweetening almost,  and he immediately drops his wheat bread chicken-dog into the pot of gravy, rushing over to embrace me, “You look great!”

He nuzzled into my neck, and my face almost gets consumed by his messy black hair that almost seems to move towards me like a magnetic pull, kissing and nibbling against the exposed skin.

Laughing, I can feel the shape of his wide grin against my shoulder until he pulls back slightly, to look down at me, almost purring at the sight of my crab fit.

His hands roam all along my back, constantly brushing against the plush legs sewn onto the onesie.

He’s staring, he always stares, those heart-pupils never leaving you for a second as he feels around the costume, the symbol on his shirt melting and changing from a heart to a smiley face in a almost dream like way.

If you’re wondering what happens next, it’s all kid friendly hugs and nothing else :-)

[universalwhoreofthesouth]

Break from Reality 2 - C.YU

Pairing: Mr. Insanity X afab! reader

Genre: chaos & fantasy

Warning(s): some violence, bizarre imagery, mr. insanity has a god complex, mito is mentioned

A/N: Finally giving the people what they want since I saw a good handful of people enjoyed it, which makes me happy 🤍

A/N: Based on “So I Danced” MV so watch it if you don’t get the reference and if you haven’t read Part. 1

I’ll be God

I’ll be God

I’ll be God

I’ll be god today.

“Where did you even get this old thing?” You look at the very outdated 1968 Cadillac that he somehow “found”, the tan coloring chipping into a tin gray.

“Hey! Don’t insult her like that! She still works” Ian defended, blowing the remaining dust off the hood of the car.

“Where are we even going?”

“Emerald city. I have important business there and you’re gonna help me!” he beamed, startling you once more.

“Help you with what? I don’t even know you!”

“Exactly which is why it’ll work! He doesn’t know you so you would be a good distraction”

“He? Who the h-” “Heads up!” he tosses you a brown sack, which you nearly dropped because it was unexpectedly heavy. You look inside the sack, seeing a pair of black heels, pearls, and dark cloth.

“And what am I supposed to do with this? I’m not putting this on”

“Oh but you will” he tilts his head, his smile not dropping in the slightest.

“No I do-” you suddenly feel something cut off your airways, stopping your sentence as you try to breathe.

“Now what was that~? You’re in my world little one so you’re going to do as I say, got that?” he grins sadistically. You were on the verge of blacking out then you felt the pressure release, waves of air filling up your lungs, knocking you to your knees as you violently cough, your body readjusting.

“Now let’s get going!”

♟️

You both were now in the old-timey car, riding alongside the dirt road for god knows how long, finally getting on the road to Emerald City. You were not at all happy. You were in the passenger seat, sitting in a black satin dress with matching heels and pearls the same size as jawbreakers. He didn’t even tell you what the so-called “business” was. You were trying to think of conclusions that would make sense but anything was possible in this world, he’s magic after all. You see Ian in the corner of your eye. His eyes were on the road, driving with one hand on the wheel, the other tapping against the steering wheel to an imaginary beat in his strange mind but you were a quite confused yet worried because his face was resting, his cheeky smile that was imprinted on his lips wasn’t present, replaced with a blank expression. It felt.. Weird but you kept your lips sealed, silently thanking God that he didn’t talk your head off on the way there.

Your eyes begin to droop from exhaustion, having no way to tell what time it was in this place. Just as you begin to drift away, hoping to escape this vivid nightmare-

“We’re here~” Ian sings, his maniacal grin appearing back on his face. Your eyes shoot up, seeing an upcoming “Welcome to Emerald City!” sign ahead. You look outside the window, admiring the liveness of the city. The buildings were tall and flashy, hued with many shades of green from mint to the color of basil leaves. As you viewed the scenery, you saw a golden statue of a man up ahead. The man was dressed in a suit with a fedora, the hat covering his face as he was posed in a sitting position.

“Is that the mayor of this town?” You asked, not familiar with the man. Ian went quiet…

Too quiet.

“Hello? Did you not hear me?” You turn your head back to him, trying to figure out what was his problem but you were taken aback by his new appearance. His tan skin was now paler, his comically big eyes shrunk, his once lengthy black hair was now cut into a blonde pixie cut. His lips were tainted raspberry blue and he was wearing a lime green suit with mulberry polka dots.

What the fuck..

[hamlets-ak]

Can I request one where tim and y/n are co stars and they go to an event or something. And y/no’s ex is there who cheated on her so they try to make him jealous but at the end they realize they LOWKEY like each other. Thank u!!

thank you so much for your request!! i can't believe i forgot to post this sooner

it was you all along ༊*·˚

i

part ii

༘♡ i want, in fact, more of you

« We are here! », the driver announced. You smiled nervously feeling your heart pounding wildly and shivers running down to every part of your body. It felt as if you forgot how to breathe for a moment. Your stomach was tied into knots and your hands were unconsciously trembling.

You really didn't want to go.

After everything that happened between you and your ex-boyfriend, the last thing you wanted to do was make public appearances.

« Are you okay, Y/N? », your manager asked. You smiled at her and nodded positively. You had no intention to worry her since she was the one who so eagerly wanted to be there. « Don't be nervous, » she told you cupping your cheek. « I am very proud of you. You deserve this. » You gulped and bobbed your head again. « You look beautiful, let's go, » she said as your door opened letting inside hysterical screams.

Loud voices could be heard from every direction combined with the sound of camera rolls. Your manager was the first to get out of the car, followed by you.

« Thank you, » you smiled at the man that held your hand to help you get out of the car. Your eyes scanned the place that was filled with photographers, media, and fans screaming their lungs out for you.

A pair of heels brushed against the red carpet followed by your silky dress. You posed in front of the camera for a few moments, before moving to your fans. Their screams became even louder once you approached them, causing a grin to appear on your face.

They were so kind to you, none of them mentioning the drama you were involved a month before. You happily signed autographs, took pictures with them, and spoke to them for a while. It was only fair that you spent some time with them, after all, they were always supporting you on your long journey to Holywood.

« Hi, you look great, » you said to some of them as you signed books and papers.

« Y/N, you look amazing! », a fan yelled from the back making you raise your eyes from the paper and smile at them.

Some of them asked for a hug and you were more than happy to give it to them followed by a kiss on the cheek. There was this girl with a polaroid camera that asked if you could pose for her and you gladly did.

Minutes later, your manager tapped your shoulder to move to the interviewers that called your name.

« Hi, » you shook the hand of a woman. « You look amazing. »

« You look amazing, » the interviewer chuckled at you leaving your hand free. « We are here with nominee Y/N L/N! Congratulations on your nomination, Y/N. » « Thank you, » you smiled kindly.

She started asking you questions about your nomination, your clothes, and your feelings for the night. One by one, you replied to her questions with honesty, until you heard the crowd going crazy and turned around to see who was on the carpet that caused all that panic.

Your smile disappeared. You felt out of place and time as you watched your ex-boyfriend walking on the red carpet. Your eyes were fixed on him, the voice of the interviewer fading in the background.

This man treated you like shit for more than three years with the peek being a video that was spread all across the internet of him making out with a random girl at a club.

From the moment he entered your life to the moment he exited, he only left ruins.

You were a very closed and private person. Acting for you was nothing more than a job. Unlike other celebrities, you weren't willing to sacrifice your private life at the altar of money and fame. Your job was your job and your personal life was your personal life. You had drawn a very distinctive line between the two of them since the beginning of your career, not letting anyone interfere or mix things up. You were serious with your job. It wasn't a hunt for popularity or for feeding your ego, it was your job.

The fact that you didn't have any public social media or you never overshared anything about your private life was a big topic of discussion, especially during interviews. Your secrecy was working both as a temptation for people to uncover who you really were, and at the same time as a weapon to protect yourself, your loved ones and live your life peacefully.

You were Hollywood's mystery, a question mark, and you had no intention of turning into a comma.

All until you met him, Paolo Scotti.

He was a new director doing mostly short films in the beginning, inspired by the French New Wave, chasing a place in the world of fame. Some film critics were calling his work pretentious, and others thought he was a genius.

But you didn't give any attention to the critics. You had fallen madly in love. From the moment you exchanged your first words, you loved him. He was smart and creative and he had so much passion for what he was doing.

You starred in most of his filmography. People considered you his muse. And even though he was your boyfriend, no one had ever said anything about him favoring you, because you were truly brilliant at your work. In fact, most people were saying that you were the only reason the movies were good in the first place. And that was the truth. You were his ticket to success.

At first, he was laughing with you and responded with something like « Of course, my muse is the person I fell in love with. » Or when they were asking him « Why do you always pick Y/N in your films? », he would reply: « I need to love the people I film, that's why I always take Y/N L/N. »

But later, when he got the Palme d'Or and he became famous, his behavior behind the scenes started to change.

He became harsher to you and to the other actors as well. He was being cruel, yelling at you, torturing you by performing the same scenes over and over, only for him to finally choose your second or even first take.

And you were trapped in a weird place, where you had to agree and accept everything in fear of losing him. But the closer you got, the more difficult it became to detach from him. You had rejected very good opportunities just because he gave you ridiculously long speeches about how they were going to ruin your career. You didn't work with Greta Gerwig because Little Women was « a film for children. » You didn't work with Denis Villeneuve because Dune was an action movie and "you'll never be able to detach from your character." You didn't work with many great names that wanted specifically you for their roles.

And you never complained to him. You trusted him because you loved him and you thought he wanted the best for you.

You started to get suspicious of this behavior after another film opportunity.

Luca Guadagnino wanted you for his leading role in a new film, starring alongside Timothée Chalamet. You had worked with Luca in the past and of course, you knew Timothée Chalamet from his previous works but you had never collaborated with him.

Luca, one of the most notable directors, was offering you the leading role without even an audition because he wanted you. There was nothing that would make you refuse. You loved Luca and you kept in touch with him after a film you had worked on together in the past. He was like your mentor or father, since he was the one that introduced you to the industry when you were only fourteen years old. He saw something in you that didn't want to waste it. Till then, he was giving you advice and had openly announced his disapproval of the roles you were rejecting.

When your manager called to inform you about Luca's new movie, the first thing you did, before calling your parents, before calling your friends, before calling Luca himself, was to call him. Not only wasn't he happy, but he also insisted that you refuse the role because it would destroy your career.

« Believe me Y/N the last thing you need is a romance movie, » he said. You tried to explain to him that it wasn't just a romantic film, but he was so stubborn and wouldn't listen to you. He kept insisting that he was right.

Even the way that he was speaking was possessive. He would raise his voice like some kind of politician and he would keep talking loud and clear no matter what you were saying, completely ignoring your voice, causing you to just stop.

You had a long discussion about this because you appreciated him as an artist and of course, wanted his opinion. But hearing everything he had to say and actually listening to his words just made you feel uncomfortable around him. He wasn't protective. He didn't care about your career. He was controlling and selfish.

Nevertheless, you accepted the role and that was one of the best decisions you had ever made. The energy on set was incredible and never before did you have so much fun while making a film.

The main reason for that was Timothée. You had heard from other actors about the energy he brought and you were lucky enough to witness yourself.

Thinking all this while being nominated for a leading role, made you feel so stupid for ever falling in love with him. He was trying to manipulate you from the beginning of your relationship. You had lost so many opportunities because of him.

And not only had you lost a big part of your career, but you had also lost your dignity. He cheated on you because he was mad that he couldn't have you fully.

« Excuse me, what was the question? », you turned back to the woman with a flustered look on your face. You smiled apologetically at her.

« Are you excited to see anybody win? », she asked you.

« Oh, em... Timmy obviously, » you said your lips slowly curling up.

« Of course, Timothée, he's nominated as well, congratulations to him. »

« I really hope he wins... Honestly, I'd be happier for him to win than I'd be for myself. » The interviewer smiled warmly.

« Is there anyone else you have your hopes up for? »

« No, not really, » you replied truthfully. « I don't have a particular person in mind. »

« Not even Paolo Scotti? » The question found you unprepared. Your lips slightly separated not really sure how to respond. The interviewer was smiling with that fake enthusiasm, but you could tell she must've felt really proud for asking a question like that and making you speechless.

« What are you talking about? », a loud joyful voice rang to your ear as an arm wrapped around your waist and a pair of wet lips touched your cheek. You grinned immediately because without even looking at who it was you already knew by his scent alone.

« Oh my God, hi! », you smiled and hugged him, looking up at his eyes that though they appeared tired, had a radiant brightness spreading out of them, as if they were blue, green, brown galaxies all mixed together.

He lightly leaned his head brown curls falling on top of your forehead as his ticklish hot breath moved to your ear.

« I thought you weren't coming, » he whispered for only you to hear. Your smile grew even brighter at the sound of his voice. You leaned your head to his ear.

« It was mandatory, » you said making him chuckle. Your faces were only centimeters apart, so close that your noses even touched. « Besides, I wanted to be here for you, » you locked eyes for a moment. He lightly clenched his jaw to stop his grin from growing even bigger and then looked away with pinkish cheeks.

« Hello! », the reporter said. « You look amazing tonight, Timothée! »

« Thank you, thank you, » he said.

« How do you find Y/N tonight? » Tim rubbed his face with his hands and glanced once at you before replying.

« That's not even a question, » he smiled. « Beautiful as always. » Your jaw clenched to prevent yourself from smiling.

« She is beautiful, » the interviewer agreed. « And do you think she's going to win tonight? »

« She's already a winner for me, but it'd be fucking awesome if she won a statue. » You laughed at his words and he smiled down at you. « I know Mrs. L/N wants it for the living room. » You lightly shook your head before he waved to the camera. « Love you, Mrs. L/n! »

« Love you mom, » you chuckled back.

« Well, good luck to both of you, I'm crossing my fingers! »

« Thank you, » you and Timmy mumbled before walking away. He playfully pushed your shoulder with his and smiled warmly. You laughed and shook your head questionably. You slowly walked to the Theater.

Timothée was Timothée.

While filming, you had connected with him from the moment you first looked at each other. He was hypnotizing and charming. Whenever he was looking at you, he made you unconsciously smile only because his eyes met yours, and whenever he was speaking, you couldn't help but hang from every word of his and stare at the way his lips and his hands were moving. He must have noticed once, because he chuckled and looked away leaving red marks on his cheeks.

But you didn't just like Timothée and his energy. You like yourself when you were with him.

Luca had noticed your chemistry and how magnetic you were for one another. After shooting the very first scene of you together, he knew that something didn't feel right. So, he decided to do something he had never done before, he let you shoot the movie just like Godard, without a script. You and Timothée were both skeptical and anxious, but Luca insisted. And of course, he was right because you ended up both being nominated.

Everything was coming off so naturally, your reactions were so genuine, that at some point you attached to your roles -- or your roles attached to you, and it didn't feel like the cameras existed or you were shooting a film anymore.

The film was just you two being yourselves. That attachment to your roles caused a few problems on set, for example, sometimes you forgot you were surrounded by cameras and accidentally called the other by their real name. At times like these, Timothée was turning red like a tomato and you were losing your words, but in the end, none of you laughed, you were just looking awkwardly away. This was happening so often, that it had turned into an inside joke that the two of you didn't find funny at all.

« Man, I haven't seen you in like... », Tim furrowed his brows thinking. « I don't know how long but it's definitely more than a month. »

« Yeah, sorry about that, » you murmured looking away from him.

« No, no, I didn't say that to get an apology, » he rushed to add and stopped walking. He towered over you taking your hand and rubbing your palm. « I was just worried, you know? You didn't reply to my calls, to my texts... I-I was scared you did something stupid. » You pressed your lips while shaking a little your head. « But I called your mom and she said you were back home. I was going to come- » You raised your brows in surprise. You were living on different continents, there was no way he was getting on a plane for so many hours just to check on you. Only a liar or a madman could think like that. In Timothee's case, it was neither of those two, just a third thing he was keeping for himself. He saw your look and continued. « I was truly going to come but I figured you needed some time. »

« I just needed some time alone, » you said.

« It's just that I missed you so much, » Timothée said. A smile slowly grew on your lips and then you wrapped your arms around his neck bringing him down into a hug. You could hear the sound of his lips curling up.

« I missed you too, » you said to his ear.

« I can't believe I didn't see you for a month because of that douchebag, » you felt him shaking his head. You breathed out heavily. Timothée was so right. You were missing so many things because of him. He had destroyed everything and he still did even when he wasn't with you.

You pulled away from each other hearing someone calling his name. It was his manager motioning his arm to follow him.

« I have to go, » Timothée said. « I'll find you when I finish whatever I have to do, okay? »

« Okay, don't worry, Tim, » you grinned at him.

« See you in a bit, Y/N, » he smiled back at you waving his hand.

You decided to go inside the Theater, find Luca and the rest of the crew. But the moment you entered you felt a hand pulling back your shoulder, causing you to stumble at the force it used. You frowned as you turned around only to face your ex.

« What the fuck? », you yell-whispered not wanting to get caught by cameras.

« I need to talk to you, » he said in a pleading tone.

« I don't think we have anything to talk about, » you replied.

« We most certainly do, » he left a small laugh as if what he was saying was so obvious to you.

« Paolo, I don't want to have anything to do with you, » you said firmly.

« Look, Y/N, I really don't want to fight, I just want to apologize. »

« Apologize for what exactly? », you asked patiently wrapping your arms around your waist. He ran a hand through his hair and breathed out.

« For everything, » Paolo looked you in the eyes. You were so mad at him for having the nerve to look you in the eyes after he cheated on you and everything he did.

« For everything, » you repeated his words in a mocking tone. You weren't going to let him ruin your day. « I'm leaving, I can't even look at you. »

« Of course, go back to your new French boyfriend, Chalamet, » he scoffed.

« Oh, » you smiled almost laughed. « Now I get it. You don't want to apologize, you just got jealous of Timothée. »

« I didn't get jealous, » he said. You raised your brows giving him a 'really' look as he breathed out. « Look, I know was an asshole, but... »

« But what, Paolo? », you asked. You gulped feeling your eyes hot and ready to tear. « I loved you, » you said pressing your lips tightly to hold yourself and not cry. « I loved you so so much, but you treated me like shit! I trusted you, I listened to you, I put up with your insults, your anger, your ego, your stubbornness, all that because I loved you and nothing else mattered to me. »

« Babe, » he touched your hand.

« No, » you sniffed and shook your head. « Call babe the girl you cheated on me. »

« I'm so sorry for everything, » he spoke. « I truly am. Please, let's try again... »

« I-no, » you shook your head again looking away. From far away you noticed Timothée coming in your direction and lightly smiled taking courage. « This, won't happen again, » you pointed between you two and left.

Paolo's eyes followed you as Timothée gave you a warm smile opening the door for you to get inside the Theater. He noticed the smile you had as you whispered something in his ear and jealousy overtook him. You were his and no one else's. His eyes stung Timothée's, who glared back at him. He was determined to win you back.

Together you walked inside finding your place with Luca, who immediately hugged you tightly while telling you how much he missed you and so did the rest of the team.

« What did you say? », Timothée leaned to ask you.

« Nothing, » you pressed your lips. « He just got jealous and now he wants to get back together. » Timothée gulped and sat better in his seat.

« Why did he get jealous? », he asked.

« He thinks we are together, Tim, » you explained. His eyes widened for a moment but then he smiled as the lights slowly went down.

« Y/N? », he leaned to your ear. You looked at him. « Do you want to make him pay? » You didn't speak but then bobbed your head.

« Yes, » you said without hesitation.

« Then, show him that you moved on. »

« What do you mean? », you asked.

« We could pretend to be together for the rest of the night. Show him that he doesn't own you anymore. »

« And you own me? »

« Or you own me? », he said back. You smiled and you heard his lips forming a smile.

« Fuck, » you said. Timothée didn't speak waiting for your response. « Let's fucking do this. »

[mogoce-nocoj]

Groningen (Part 2) 18.01.24 (Part 1)

Joker Out was the fourth band scheduled to play in the record store today and I have to say the other artists were also so nice to listen to 🔥🔥

Bojan apparently had a look inside the store to see how many people were already there before leaving again

When the guys arrived the security guard pressured us all into taking a group picture with them? I am still not sure why tbh but it's a nice picture, I guess

Speaking of clothes, Kris's new sweater!! Later, he said it's like the one with holes just without the black. And without the holes. (awkward babygirl, honestly.)

They soundchecked Tokio and everyone started singing along!! the guys looked really happy about it

They started like ten minutes earlier than they were slated to and also finished ten minutes earlier. when Bojan came down after the last song I said to him that they still had ten minutes left and at first he was like "yeah? I don't know" but then said that they had to leave a bit early to catch their flight back to London

Bojan was amazing. Like of course he was also good on stage yesterday but today, oh my god. he had such power over the entire audience in the record store the very second he walked on stage. honestly fascinating, especially compared to the showcase

Yesterday after the showcase, Kris said that it was going to be an acoustic set, Bojan however called it semi-acoustic today

He started their set by saying something like: "Of course we didn't rehearse it, so we're just gonna wing it. I believe it's gonna be a little more cowboy-ish."

Bojan not even knowing the first song they were gonna play and turning around to ask the band 🥰🥰

People requested vem da greš and Bojan was like "wasn't planned but yeah, we'll figure it out!" and when they played it he told us off for clapping the rhythm wrong

Kris ngvot!! He was so smiley throughout the gig and during ngvot and yeah I think he really enjoyed being in the Netherlands

Nace flashing the heart on the back of his Fender for us 🫶

All the songs they played sounded amazing. Like of course they're an incredible live band but they were so in their element today, it was a stunning thing to witness

"Thank you, cowboys!" after Carpe Diem because of course

They took their time again to talk to us after the gig, Nace requested taking a selfie with the crowd (post it, you coward) and then also them talking to everyone waiting outside before leaving

The crowd was so nice and respectful and asked every member before hugging them and taking photos, thank you Dutchies (and the few other Germans we saw ig)

Favourite Nace quote from after the show "Let's do the Kris slay pose!" after someone said that they wanted a cool photo lol

I think I'll need a lot of times to process this but thank you joker out for being so kind and simply marvellous on stage and especially @izpira-se-zlato without whom these gigs would not have been possible 💛

[ivanzplaid]

This is an idea I had last night and I just remembered it. Otis with a male reader who used to be a cheerleader. What would Otis think about it?

i absolutely love this idea because its just so otis, i have no other words to describe it other than that. he would LOVEEEE THIS, i literally cannot thank you enough for this thought. yes i am trying to rebrand my blog because i am currently moving myself into a new bedroom so i feel the need to make everything new, and i also like how this looks LOL

requests r open, masterlist is up!!!

otis driftwood x m! formercheerleader!reader | drabble & hcs

warnings: some sexual comments/references, typical otis behavior, fluff

it would most likely come up as a random fact you shared with him, not thinking much of it, but he is majorly interested. loves to find out even more how non-conformist you are, just his own little pride in you that he finds

"You were a cheerleader? Didn' take ya for one of them frilly typa guys.. what did you do in it?"

will genuinely be interested because hes never really heard of or seen any guy do that, and he most likely wasnt given that opportunity growing up (we see that he likes the more literal arts)

hes happy that someone shares his artistic mind and will ask you if you remember any moves or any routines.... or if youre still as flexible (he would like to test that out)

baby will eventually find you two as youre in the middle of a routine, and she sits down to admire as well. shes most definitely interested snd will be begging you to teach her anything's

will try to memorize your figure as you pose and draw you to materialize your beauty (not that he doesn't tell you it enough, he just thinks that youre a work of art, especially when youre in your own world)

wants you to tell him about the uniforms... for so many reasons. for one he wants to know how you used to dress in this specific sport, once again because his lack of knowledge. and two because he wants to make sexual innuendos and comments about how good youd look if you dressed for him like that again.. he just wants to see his boyfriend all pampered up for him giving him a show

will pay closer attention to how much you use your former abilities around the house, and how much of a help it actually is to everyday life and helping mama around

may try to recreate your uniform with his victims clothing.. as a cute little present!!!! he just wants you to know that he values your hobbies and own experiences and that he does care about you

if you have any routines you remember, and decide to show him, hes going to be confused as hell as he tries to recreate the chants

"Lets go! P.. a... n.... shit sweetheart whats the next letter?"

loves to tease you about it and make fun of you lovingly, because partially he thinks its hilarious that you used to jump around for fun

may decide to test your gymnast skills from time to time and surprise you by wrestling or by having some sort of dare going on, hes gotta keep you on your feet

also loves to compete with you, sometimes seeing who's faster or who's stronger, or more agile. he'll make it a game when youre chasing victims to see who catches them first, or who can keep them down longer

"Don't get it wrong handsome, i'm still stronger."

as you can see is very adamant that he could and will beat you in a fight if it ever happened.. slightly threatened but also turned on

makes you reach or stretch for affection more. whether it be making you go on your tiptoes to kiss him, or go through obstacles to cuddle

[sanfezu]

Hey again!

Soo I was wondering, do you do any drawing exercises to improve?? Like any perspective or foreshortening practice? Or just practicing with drawing poses? If so, can you tell me what you do? I seriously need to get better at drawing the anatomy properly. Also, I'm changing my art style yet again and I'm looking for advice :) Thanks <3

Also I love your art :>

Salutations!

(Sorry in advance if I said something wrong or if that is not helpful at all, I don’t really know how to give advices so, I’m so sorry for that)

Hm, I’m not sure how to answer that question, to be honest. Because I don’t really practice in private, and I post 99% of my new art here, whatever it is. Usually, I try new things without real practice in private and just, go with the flow. But I can’t say that’s a good thing to do.

As I said, I just go with the flow, whatever comes to my mind, I try drawing it however it will turn out, changing stuff if I don’t like something at all. And most of the time I’m not even sure what exactly I’m doing and going with this or that art. 

I really want to say, that it just took me time to draw something that looks somewhat okay?

Just, draw whatever you want. Whether it is a silly, or a serious thing, something cheerful, something sad or depressing, or something in between.

If you want to draw emotions you can give yourself a theme, like the negative and positive emotions, check what emotions are in this or that list. 

And just draw them, even if you're drawing just “flying heads”, your main goal is emotions. To understand how to draw them. Try to think how this or that emotion looks like in your head, or use a reference from somewhere. Or, you can draw your own emotions, what you feel at this or that moment: tiredness, sadness, happiness, etc.

Just, try new things, I know saying “don’t be afraid to try” is easier said than done (because I don’t listen to my own advices), but really. Try new things, experiment with whatever you want. 

Try using references, whether it is a reference from Pinterest or any other site, or irl. These are helpful. Even pose, if you don’t want to use references from Pinterest or whatever, and if you have a big mirror, just, I know, this sounds “eh”, but you can also pose infront of a mirror yourself, and just by posing, you could see details in your own anatomy, which I believe could lead you to understand it better.

If you want to try drawing clothes, you can also use Pinterest. If you don’t want Pinterest, then who’s stopping you from drawing your own clothes?

Perspective is… uh… I can’t say anything. I never really learned it, I never really tried even, because I’m… lazy. So, I’m sorry, I cannot really say anything about it.

I’m just saying what I’ve been doing (and what I remember doing before? Though, I may have forgotten to mention something I don’t remember at the moment).

Experiment, try new things, don’t be afraid of stuff not looking good (you are learning after all) even if it may frustrate you, I understand, this may be really hard. But we all are learning and it’s okay to not know stuff.

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And, thank you very much, I am really glad you like it! 🙏💜

Again, I am so so sorry if it was not helpful at all. Or if I said something completely wrong, I’m sure people who know art better than me would say something more helpful and in a proper way than whatever I just said. I am not a pro, I will never be one, and I just… do whatever and draw however I guess…

[daydreamingleclerc]

something special about june // lauren james au

in which, lauren and her housemate-turned-girlfriend sports journalist come out on instagram during pride month 🤍

includes; slight sexual content, swearing, wlw content !

this is something v different for me! but i’ve been so in my lauren feels lately i cannot help myself. who knows. i might even write something to deepen this AU further! inspired by this article about jess carter and ann-katerin berger! enjoy xx

DISCLAIMER: i am in no way shape or form suggesting that lauren is bisexual or gay by posting this. this is simply just a form of fiction and i do not mean any harm. pictures were found on instagram and pinterest and all rights are to their original owners.

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samanthakerr20 yn this is the gayest jumper i’ve ever seen

yn took notes from you clearly x

laurennjjames ❤️😚

yn 🥰❤️

ldnpride oh my god are you two…

yn lauren’s wearing a leather jacket and i’m wearing a jumper straight out of 1946 do the math x

laurennjjames ✔️

ibiza, spain

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laurennjjames winning on and off the pitch, clearly 😍

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yn i’d like to point out i got my hair done at the hotel hair salon

yn just incase ppl are confused by my hair change midway through this dump

laurennjjames i’m more concerned about the amount of people thirsting over your arse

yn don’t post it then u silly sausage

kmewis19 yn is packing in that first pic

yn do you like it 😼

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yn wonder if we’ve beaten the just friends allegations now x

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laurennjjames lesbian!

yn i know u are but what am i x

laurennjjames a glorified bisexual 🤨

lew.mount put some clothes on

yn don’t tell me what to do

benchilwell you guys are NEVER going to beat the just friends allegations 🤣🤣

yn we could release a sex tape and we still wouldn’t beat the just friends allegations

reecejames how do i burn my eyes 😃

bethanyengland4 you two are so cute🥹

yn thanks bethy ❤️

laurennjjames✔️

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laurennjjames i remember when she thought she was straight until she saw me in a towel.. happy birthday to my favourite cougar ❤️

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yn cougar?! i’m 2 years older than you watch ur mouth LJ.

laurennjjames yeah babe that makes you a cougar 🤨

yn love you really 🫶🏼

laurennjjames love you too foxy lady

samanthakerr20 funny how loz and i are thé youngest ones in our relationships yet we’re the ones you answer to🤨 happy birthday yn 🤣🔥

kmewis19 you’re so evil

yn that was so uncalled for samantha sleep with one eye open tonight.

chelseawfc HBD yn 😋💙

reecejames happy birthday yn 🥂💙

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yn lauren cant answer ur call rn cause she’s busy reecejames

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reecejames how do i bleach my eyeballs

reecejames no ew wtf i can’t look at this

kmewis19 you two are the WORST

yn nothing wrong with a lil PDA 🫶🏼

amberrosegill stealing this pose for me and jen

yn ur welcome x

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laurennjjames life lately 📸(ft the missus)

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yn wow

yn that first pic 🥰👍🏼😍🔥

yn seriously you make me so 🥰🥹

yn god.

laurennjjames okay love don’t embarrass yourself x

yn can i just say the difference in my rack compared to lauren’s is very very amusing to me

laurennjjames i love your rack

yn i 🫶🏼 ur ironing board too ig

samanthakerr20 🔥🔥

mbrighty04 fashion is unmatched

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yn the one where the lesbians went to italy and got kicked out of an art gallery for snogging

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laurennjjames why’d you have to post the pic of you in the green dress 🤤🤤🤩

yn bc i love it when you get all mushy

laurennjjames i don’t think mushy is the word you’re looking for 😍😼

samanthakerr20 is that…. yn in JEANS?!?!

yn it was a one off and it’s never going to happen again.

[izayoichan]

Top 23 gameplay moments/fav screenshots

Thank you for the tag @herecirm-warcry and @igotsnothing

For me it will be my 23 most favorite screenshots as that is all I do in sims.

First time I showed these three of as teenagers.

2. This screenshot makes me happy.

3. The newest family addition

4. Caught under the northern lights

5. Best friends. (my only reason for having infants, cute poses!)

6. One of my favorite things to do, is put these two here into their fantasy clothing when I take screenshots of them.

7. The dragon and his mer-reaper

8. Fantasy, and I am very happy with how it came out.

9. These three never fail to make me happy

10. More fantasy

11. Because cute is just cute.

12. Turning sunlight into infanthood.. just for poses with Munchie

13. Springtime prettiness.

14. Love is love

15. More fantasy!

16. The true boss of this story

17. and a bit more fantasy.

18. Because he is dammed handsome

19. That pink glow Lucas always has around River, love it

20. We are sticking with the fantasy theme

21. Yep, more fantasy!

22. Yeah, I love these ones.

23. Hugs are the best things.

I'll tag @dandylion240 @mahvaladara and I guess anyone that feels like it. It's fun going through your screenshots, also notice things from 2021 and so on!

[sour-freak-blog]

His Own Personal Playboy [Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader] Pt. 1

Summary:  Eddie finds his polaroid while you two were cleaning up his room and he had an idea, a dirty one.

WARNING BEFORE YOU READ: NSFW, smut, talk of pornography, dirty talk, soft dom eddie, oral sex (female recieving)

Word Count: 1.4k

“Eddie, how old has this been under here?” You grimaced when you pulled out a plate from under Eddie's bed. It was molded toast, probably from a breakfast he just didn’t have time to eat.

He turned to look and laughed. “That looks ancient.” 

You rolled your eyes and gagged as you threw it in the trash bag. God you hated spring cleaning. Your room isn’t bad, but Eddie’s? How he can even walk into his room without piles of clothes in his way is beyond you. So with probably being the best girlfriend in the entire world, you offered to help out. He offered to make you dinner that night if you did help because this meant a lot to him.

“God Ed, how can your room get this dirty?” You said as you shoved more trash in the trash bag. 

“You know how lazy I am babe.” He looked at you with an exaggerated frown plastered on his face. You side eyed him and smirked, rolling your eyes. 

Eddie was going through some drawers god knows how long he hasn’t opened. Until something caught his eye. “No way! I never thought I'd find this again.” 

You turned to his direction out of curiosity. “What is it?” 

He turned around, revealing a black polaroid in his hands. The smile on his face was from ear to ear. He seemed very happy to have found his polaroid. 

“I was trying to find this thing when we started dating. I wanted to take pictures of us…and pictures of your beautiful self alone obviously.” He lightly chuckled, before blowing off the little dust on the lens. 

He looked at the polaroid for a hot minute, checking to see if there was still film in it and such. But he looked at you and smirked, gently biting his bottom lip. You, on the other hand, were on your hands and knees picking up trash from under Eddie’s bed. So from Eddie’s view, he would see your ass be in the air for a moment. You were wearing your shorts that were tight around your thighs. 

As you sat back down, on your knees again. Eddie slowly walked up behind you, gently tossing the polaroid on the bed. He placed his hands on your waist, which surprised you, making you freeze. 

“You know…we can do something else with this polaroid.” He put on a shit eating grin, hovering his lips on the side of your neck. He kissed your sweet spot that he knows drives you crazy. 

You pursed your lips then smirked. “Oh? And what is that, Munson?”

He sucked on your neck, trailing his hands to the bottom of your shirt. “I’ve always wanted to keep those kinds of pictures of you as well. Y’know…Something I could have for keeps sake?” He said into your neck, feeling his hot breath. 

You bit your lip, grinning. The idea did sound hot to you. And just the thought of Eddie wrapping his fingers around his cock while he was thinking of you sounded heavenly. 

You turned your head to the side, still grinning. “Is that so?” 

He began kissing your sweet spot again. “Just imagine…Pictures of you doing poses for me…Pictures of my cock deep inside of you.”  He growled into your neck. He quickly lifted you up into his arms as he stood up. You giggled in delight, smiling from ear to ear. He gently placed you on his bed, leaning in to kiss you. His lips were so soft. He was making out with you until he pulled away, placing hands on the bottom of your shirt.

“We don’t need this.” He said as he pulled the shirt up. He tossed the shirt to the side, examining your braless chest. You guys have been dating for quite some time but when he still sees your boobs, he’s always excited. ‘It’s like the angels have taken me away’ is what he describes it as.

He took your breast in his hand and began kissing it. He moved his kisses to your nipple, licking around it before latching his whole mouth on to it, sucking. You let out a soft moan, gently throwing your head back and closing your eyes. 

He unlatched and stepped back, grabbing the polaroid that was sitting next to you. He held the polaroid to his face, squinting. “Smile for me baby.” A big white flash appeared, hearing the polaroid picture being printed. He pulled the photograph out and placed it on his bedside table. He placed the camera next to you again. 

He got on his knees, unbuttoning your jeans for you. You laid down so he could pull them off, revealing your tight black laced panties. You always wear something nice under your clothes, just in case you and Eddie get dirty. 

“Just for me baby?” He smiled looking up at you. 

He grabbed the camera and scootched back, still on his knees. “Pose for me baby.” 

You grabbed your breasts, looking to the side. You felt like a model. You basically were, just Eddie’s own personal model. 

He smiled, pulling out the printed polaroid. He placed the photograph on his bedside table, starting a pile of nude photos at this point. 

He placed the polaroid on the bed, next to you, and began taking his shirt off. He tossed it to the side and crawled back to you. He placed his hands on the back of your calves, pulling you towards him. You could feel the cold metal from his ring on your skin.

He used his middle finger, pulling your panties aside, revealing your soaked slit. “God, you're so wet for me.” He smirked, lowering his head. 

He swirled the tip of his tongue on your clit, at first going at a slow pace. You felt hot in the face, biting your bottom lip while looking down at him. He went from swirling to licking up the juices from your wet cunt. He grabbed onto your thighs, almost digging his nails into your skin. 

You gasped, feeling his tongue slide up and down on your slit. He knew you were loving it so he went back and forth with it. He then sucked on your clit, still swirling his tongue around it. 

He let go of one of your thighs, getting his fingers ready. He brushed his index and middle finger against your wet cunt, getting all the juices from it. He moved his now wet fingers up to your clit, using your juices to make the whole rubbing your clit process much more fun. He made circle motions around your clit, going at a slow pace at first. 

You threw your head back, moaning. He noticed your enjoyment, so he went at a faster pace. 

“Oh fuck Eddie..” You moaned, biting your bottom lip and closing your eyes. 

Eddie latches his mouth onto your clit again, sucking. He slipped those two fingers down to your slit, gently pushing those fingers in. This caused you to bite your lower lip even harder. You grabbed the back of Eddie’s scruffy hair, gripping onto it. 

He pushed his fingers in and out of you, repeatedly. God, this man knew how to please you. Your moans got a bit louder every push he went, getting a bit closer to your g-spot. 

You looked back down at Eddie absolutely obliterating your pussy. You grabbed the camera beside you and smirked, holding it close to your face. “Smile Eddieee.” You took the picture of Eddie. You placed the printed photo on the bedside. He growled in your pussy, feeling the vibrations from his mouth had you throwing your head back again, moaning. 

“God baby, you taste so good.” He growled in your pussy once again. 

You couldn’t take it anymore. You were gonna burst if you held it in any longer, you were on edge. “Eddie…I’m gonna..” You gasped, releasing yourself. His mouth was wet and so was his sheets. Well, there goes another thing you’re gonna have to clean. 

Eddie chuckled, using his wrist to wipe away your orgasm around his mouth and chin. “You are so messy, baby.” He kissed your inner thigh, looking up at you. 

“Yeah… Well now it’s my turn to please you.”

[theresa-of-liechtenstein]

art by em year in review 2023!

for the fourth time, i present to you a selection of the art i did this year! this definitely was the Year of Understanding Procreate, and i think it paid off. as usual, reflections under the cut.

january: i saw @malcolm-f-tucker tag a picture of abigail thaw with a comment about a theresa faceclaim and it left no survivors, i.e. i decided that theresa should have greying hair and did not look back. this was from when i was still trying to figure out what brush to use for lineart in procreate. luckily i had learned my lesson from the sketchbook learning curve and realized that what i liked for lineart would most likely be in the pencil section. however i wasn’t a huge fan of the brush i used in this one, so i didn’t use it again. instead, for later pieces, i decided to customize the 6b pencil brush to my liking, and…

february: …this came out of it! this is still one of my favorite things i have ever drawn, and it’s my favorite thing i’ve drawn yet for herc and linda. this piece really convinced me to use overlay layers more in my art, and the amount of detail i managed to capture in this one still amazes me now. and before anyone asks, yes, they are doing specific things in the startup procedure for an airbus a320-family aircraft, except linda is doing things off the CM1 checklist and herc is doing something off the CM2 checklist, which i learned later is not really something that is done. let’s just say herc is not the tightest stickler to convention.

march: one half of an intended two pieces centered around the f1 au (which, regrettably, i have yet to continue… i just reread what little of the second part is on ao3 and god, it slaps actually, i really need to continue it so bad) depicting a pivotal scene from around the outside, where theresa and linda decide to put aside a childhood feud at the top of the banked curve at monza. at sunset. on theresa’s birthday. i know, very meaningful, incredibly homoerotic. read the fic to see how well that turns out!

april: i always knew i wanted to redraw the first filipino!hercolyn thing i did back in 2020, the one that completely solidified in my mind the notion that These Characters Are Filipino, Actually, and when i got comfortable in procreate i quickly jumped on that. (if you notice, a lot of the stuff i did this year were redraws of old pieces i really liked but wasn’t fully satisfied with.) of course i wanted to draw them in the traditional clothes in my parents’ and grandparents’ wedding pictures. the implication of this being, of course, that this is the soft shoe shuffle wedding. i have a fic planned centered around that, from douglas’ perspective. now that grad school apps are basically done, if my honors thesis doesn’t kick me too hard, i’d love to get on that as soon as i can.

may: YOU JUST GOT COLINED! SEND THIS TO A FRIEND TO TOTALLY COLIN THEM! ah, colin fairbairn: the figure whose presence haunts all of newcastle but is never actually. named. (much to the chagrin of a lot of people who genuinely thought linda’s dad was named colin bc i Wouldn’t Shut Up About It) i just love him so much and i love this piece, i wanted to depict the wistfulness of an older colin whose airline is on the verge of collapse, who has been secure in his job as chief pilot of air cal, who looks out over glasgow airport (that’s glasgow’s runway in the background) and wonders if it’s time to put himself out to pasture. wondering what he could have done differently. it’s okay bby. there’s no way that you could have prevented this. but he’d never believe it. he’s too duty bound. he lives in my head rent free.

june: another redraw, this time of a piece from 2021. i was so happy with this one, and i am very happy with it still! everything about the older piece i loved was improved massively by this redraw: the poses, the proportions, the line work, the coloring. honestly, just thinking about the two of them just existing in the airport, overlooked by bustling passengers, just part of the landscape, but having such a rich history and relationship between them… it’s something i think about a lot and i love it.

july: this comprises the third part of an unofficial trilogy of drawings i did centered around douglas/martin/theresa. in each one, i centered a different member of the ot3: i did one centering martin last year, one centering douglas in the spring, and this one centers theresa between douglas and martin. i really enjoy how i did the expressions in this one: martin, looking out toward the planes; theresa, following his gaze, eager to share in the passion they both have; and douglas, looking down at both of them (yeah i think they’re both shorter than him. i think it’s cute). i feel like when i draw these three, where they look and how they look is very important to me.

august: can you believe before this point i had never drawn herc and douglas together? yeah, me too. anyway, them 🤍 i’ve literally only ever drawn them as older men so trying to draw them younger was. lowkey kind of hard. i’m hoping to revisit air england herc and douglas in the future, especially since i didn’t intend for this to be anything more than a quick bit due to those bisexual divorcee brackets (which i don’t know what became of them in the end except that douglas got through and herc didn’t, lmao)

september: unposted self-portrait done as a part of my aerospace fellowship application i wound up getting rejected from because they required me to do a creative component. not much to say here. anyways.

october: yet another redraw, this time of a portrait of herc, carolyn, linda, and arthur i did a year prior, in october of 2022. i like to think that lfeu!herc carries pictures of linda, arthur, and carolyn in his wallet: he had never wanted to be the family man for most of his life, but in his new life, this new form, he can play it well. something about the coloring seems a little off to me: i think i may have to go in and adjust arthur’s skin tone because i think it doesn’t look 100% right. but i love this one too. i hemmed and hawed for ages over what they should be wearing but in the end i put them in what they’d wear for work bc i couldn’t think anymore. but it turned out super cute and i think it emphasizes what brought the four of them together in the first place: aviation.

november: a cute little doodle of young!colin with baby linda, from a bigger piece. something i generally feel like i’ve gotten stronger with this year has been drawing a larger variety of poses. i discovered that procreate allows you to import reference images in a smaller window that can be very easily dragged around and resized, which was a massive improvement over my previous strategy with sketchbook, which had been to import reference images as their own layers. often, moving it around or resizing reference images resulted in some loss of quality. anyways there’s something just so tender about colin and linda and i love to revisit them.

december: last but not least, we finish off the way we started, with theresa (and an added douglas lol). and boy, how different does december look from january? granted, it’s a different angle, but i personally think there is so much more dimension at the end of the year compared to the beginning. i was less afraid of using overlays to enhance the coloring. and the brush i wound up settling on for lineart really ended up serving me well this whole year, culminating in this piece. not much to say on this one, i like it a lot :)

overall thoughts: i didn’t think i drew as much as i wanted to this year, but looking back i still think i made really good progress and improved a lot from last year, so i’m still happy. definitely want to draw more next year, explore new subjects, and maybe work on redrawing more pieces from previous years because those projects have been very fun to undertake.

once again i want to say a big thank you to everyone who’s ever shared or commented or left a like on anything i’ve drawn: it will have been 10 years next year since the end of the show i primarily create fanwork for, and to still have people out there who like what i do is such a gift. yes i create for myself, but i do also like receiving feedback from others and sharing it with others, so thank you thank you thank you. and happiest of new years to all :)

[bonnvivre]

A Funny Thing- Ch 23 word dump

new chapter to start off the new year LETS FREAKIN GOOOOOOO

i just washed my sheets too im settled in, my bed smells great, im having a great time

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“And while Yuuji had humoured him at first, had been nothing but smiles as he posed for the pictures, the boy has clearly grown tired of the routine..” me during the filo family christmas party when they wanna take pictures … i can still see the ring light ….

ahh the first send off, brings tears to my eyes ;___;  gojo taking a bunch of pictures and sukuna constantly checking him over to make sure he has his stuff- fathers are father-ing and they didn’t wanna let him go just yet :[[

aw they slept together 

before i go on, the new friend is ACTUALLY megumi (i always thought it was megumi shshsh) cus toji literally couldnt afford another school and gojo’s gonna see him and either be like, “wait he looks familiar” or make THAT face right upon seeing him am i right lads or am i right lads (post chapter edit: i am right lads)

HAHAHAHA AN HOUR LONG RANT ON HIS NAILS PLS i see it yea canonically, sukuna usually makes himself look presentable . always pushing back his hair, dusting his clothes off, etc. he’s always gotta look good

whehehdhe he likes sukunaaaaaa !! someday that like will turn to love (post chapter edit: and that someday was today lads)

“How dare he have friends and hobbies and interests that don’t revolve around Satoru.” [gasp] HOW DARE YOU HAVE OTHER FRIENDS ARE YOU MAD ?! 

what kind of netflix drama did he get his story from this time 🙄

thats not the only time you’ll be freezing bc of geto hahahahahahaha

the run on sentences of yuuji’s speech plus casual megumi drop is killing me

i think its a good choice to have off screen moments be mentioned within the present, readers get the context while keeping the story moving . kinda like what gege does :0

ARE THEY WATCHING HUMAN EARTHWORM (post chapter edit: YES THEY WERE OHOHOHO)

FOR ITS HIS FIRST DESIRE TO KISS SATORU OH MY GODDDDDDD WGAGAFBWHVFKD i may have yelled a little

AGH . blocked yet again … i know its still too early but ugh it hurts oh the pain

THATS AN EXPENSIVE MANICURE WTF AND TOJI’S BACK YIPPEEEEEE

i love sukuna being satoru’s voice of reason, bringing sense and logic to satoru’s emotional thinking and it doesn’t clash at all; rather, it works for them very well

AWWWW YUUJI AND MEGUMIIIIIII SO CUTEEEE

“Those baggy, unwashed garments of his allow for superior mobility, while the stench deters opponents from engaging in close-combat.” LMAOOOOO sukuna’s sarcastic remarks about toji, especially his smell im crying 

post chapter thoughts:

 i wanted to see him and megumi in this story so bad ngl and im so happy they’re here !!! i blame the copious amounts of fushiguro family comics i’ve consumed- shout out to ddub1618 on twt

bruh my page reloaded i have to go back

i love long chapter gimme long chapter hmhmhmmhmh

i saw the interpretations of yuuji’s sickness and i thought it was cool but it’s also giving “the curtains represent his depression and lack of will to carry on vs the curtains were blue” lol

it would be a … shame if toji ran out of sugar and needed a bag …….. its a good thing satoru has a nice ol bag at home >:] 

OHHHH IT WOULD BE A SHAME IF THEY DECIDED TO GIVE HIM A NICE HOMECOOKED MEAL OUT OF THE GOODNESS OF THEIR HEARTS >:]]]