beatley-art-i-guess

[sharkieboi]

okay okay I know how we all talk about like light vs dark and good vs evil and the very very VERY cool concept of like dark being good and light being evil.

rewatching Nimona movie and IT LITERALLY DOES THAT.

currently on the scene of the first time Balistar gets arrested. and like the light shining on her and the shadows he’s in. but he’s also surrounded by light (the electronics) and she’s surrounded by darkness (the empty cells)

idk i’m always having many feelings

[starryytales]

More Manipulative Ragatha.

ACK-

This was meant to be ~500 words and one part of a short story that went into detail of Ragatha doing different things on different days to push Pomni's boundaries, get her closer, etc. And was inspired by yesterday's ask about Ragatha intentionally throwing herself into harm's way to get hurt and get Pomni's attention.

Instead it ballooned up into a little over 2000 words and will be something of a standalone.

I would like to give my thanks and dedicate this to @miguxadraws whose enthusiasm helped push me to hit the ground running with this one!

With that said: small TW for needles (the sewing kind), and I hope you all enjoy..!

“I’m never sure how to start these things…”

I muse to myself as I tap the colorful pencil’s eraser against the empty, waiting page of my journal. Being the second longest lasting person in The Digital Circus changes how you think about information. Unlike Kinger, for example, I’m doing my best to not go insane by holding on to every piece of information until my mind snaps and I become amnesic. That means writing things down. Journal writing and compartmentalizing things. Separating the bad from the good and keeping the good close and the bad locked away.

“I suppose starting with this morning wouldn’t be a bad idea.” I flip the pencil around and begin jotting down what all happened…

Pomni woke up on me today. I didn’t bother with sleeping. Instead I just enjoyed watching her quietly snore throughout the night. God, she’s so cute when she’s asleep. She’s even more cute when she’s startled. She woke up, adorably mumbling about whatever dream she was having (I heard my name!!!), and stared up at me for a few moments. I didn’t say anything because she was clearly still out of it and wouldn’t have understood me anyway. When she realized she was using me as a full body pillow she let out wildest little yipe I’ve ever heard. She nearly hit the ceiling from jumping off of me so hard! It took a hot moment and a re-heated, leftover salmon cake to calm her down after that. I let her get dressed in peace (thank you again, God, for giving me a button eye to stealth watch with) and she left with a sweet little smile on her face.

I pause writing for a moment when I hear someone trying to stay quiet while working on something outside my door. Probably Jax. Probably with a bucket of insects and some kind of mechanical trap setup. I shake my head irritably but stay quiet. Jax would have been a lovely boy toy to keep if not for the fact he can’t stop being a punk for more than ten seconds. My single regret with him is that he only had one heart to break. The sound of his trap construction jolts me back to writing by jogging my memory.

The adventure!

How could I have nearly forgotten that when it was a huge amount of progress with Pomni?

Caine rounded us all up just like he does basically every other day.

“HELLO MY MUTANT MASHED POTATOES TODAY’S ADVENTURE BLAH BLAH BLAH-”

It was some kind of movie-like, ancient temple we had to find the treasure room of. The important part was Pomni and I took the ‘medium’ difficulty route, and we did it by ourselves. I was just about to see how well she dealt with an unprompted hand on her shoulder when I realized I had seen the hallway we were in before on a different adventure. Caine doesn’t just re-use NPCs, he re-uses chunks of levels sometimes. And I knew we were about 15 steps away from a circular saw trap that would shoot out from the wall and try to leave us with a nasty cut, to put it lightly.

My first instinct was to let Pomni walk into it. I thought it’d probably go right through her leg, maybe even both of them. I’d have to carry her all the way to the end and she’d have no choice BUT let me hold her. My better judgment got a hold of me, though. That was an awful plan. She’d hate being useless and dependent on me (at the moment, anyway). But I could still use the trap to my advantage to make her touch me…

I suddenly remembered why I nearly forgot the whole thing. Ever feel so much pain your body and brain try to factory reset?

“Hey, I think I’ve seen this hallway before.” I told her as I switched the side of her I was walking on. I picked up my pace slightly to make sure I triggered the saw without catching her as collateral. I braced myself as hard as I could without letting on something was up. A small part of me was begging to just not do this, but the opportunity was too good to pass up.

“Really?”

“Yeah! From a different adventure!”

And I think she was going to ask if I remembered anything helpful about it. That’s about when a single stone beneath my foot pressed down and I let out probably the longest running censor-bleep in Digital Circus history. The saw was as quick as lightning. My left arm, right above my elbow, was effortlessly sliced off, and the blade tore through my side like I was made of paper. I screamed and fell away from the blade. I landed against the wall opposite of it and started sliding down to the floor. Good God it hurt so bad I was seeing stars. Pomni shrieked and rushed over to me, hovering over me like she’d found a murdered body in an alleyway. I was in too much pain to get her to stop screaming for a moment so I could tell her what to do, and then she said that she would go get help.

That lit quite the fire under me, because:

1. I needed to get her used to touching me by getting her to patch me up, and, perhaps more importantly-

2. I’M TIRED OF HER RUNNING OFF WHEN I AM IN INCREDIBLE PAIN.

I have to say, despite the pain I was in, I was pretty slick with my next words.

Any person scared and hurt might say ‘don’t leave me,’ but if I left it at that, she might have just offered me a platitude about being back as soon as she could be. I had to twist the knife. She managed a single step away before I lunged at her foot and seized her ankle. I didn’t need to pretend to cry, as there were plenty of real, agonized tears.

“Please don’t leave me again!”

The ‘again’ sold it like beer at a college ball game. Oh, it hurt to see so much remorse in her eyes but it’ll make her think twice before running off again in the future. She dropped to her knees next to me and sputtered a dozen apologies before going quiet when I placed my hand on her upper leg to get her attention.

I remember gritting my teeth and having to hiss through the pain to direct her to my dress pocket (conveniently on the same side I was missing an arm on, and oh my how those little hands wander in a pocket) where I had my emergency sewing kit. Ugh. I could have died from cute-overload while watching her fumble so shakily while trying to thread that needle. When she finally managed it she looked at me with huge, worried eyes for guidance on what to do next.

I pause again to enjoy the memory of her looking at me that way. It’s almost dreamy to picture her like that. So nervously hanging off my every word… I could REALLY get used to that. Where was I? Oh, right, my little jester doing doll surgery on my side.

Feeling her touching me gently was so, so nice. And she listens so well. I bet if I told her that the stitching would only hold if she barked like a puppy, she might have actually done it. I’m so used to sewing myself up that the little pricks of the needle barely registered to me, so I up-sold the pain they caused. Clenching my teeth and (remaining) fist, and scrunching my eyes while hiccuping every few seconds as if I were holding back a breakdown. She paused once and held my cheek, and told me if I needed a break she would stop. AGH. I could have eaten her alive on the spot for being so sweet! Instead I sighed, enjoyed the touch, and thanked her but said I was okay...

I love Pomni to bits but she sews like a blind grandmother with arthritis. No cut like that is ever good or easy to work with, but even Gangle manages a cleaner stitch on a bad day. Still, that meant we got to spend the rest of the adventure like that. Her pressed up against my side, trying her best to hold as steady as possible, while keeping my stuffing from falling out as she stitches me back shut. Definitely worth every ounce of pain. When she was done she even crawled over to my arm and offered to try putting it back on. Absolutely precious.

I told her not to worry about the arm. Caine could fix it when we get back, and about when I said that our AI Overlord’s voice rang clear throughout the structure. Caine congratulated Gangle and Kinger for reaching the treasure room first, and declared the adventure over. Pomni and I fell through a portal that suddenly opened beneath us, and just like that we were back in the tent.

Caine looked me over and quipped I had gotten “too adventurous for my own good,” before snapping his fingers and fixing my arm. He then said something about seashells and vanished. The others were already heading their separate ways when I walked over to Pomni and hugged her. She jumped slightly, but didn’t pull away. I thanked her as warmly as I could for staying with me, and I saw on her face that same guilt from earlier being soothed slightly. It wasn’t enough to put her at peace, but enough so she knows I will happily praise her for doing something good.

I let her go and I offered her another meal tonight – if she was feeling up to it, that is. I could see her putting real thought into it-

My writing is once again interrupted by a dainty knock at the door.

“Ragatha? I’m here for dinner, but-” I quickly slam my journal shut and hide it away again. The last thing Pomni needs to see is the contents of that book. I hop up from my chair with a spring in my step and grab the doorknob, only for Pomni to suddenly shout.

“D-don’t open the door yet! There’s a bucket full of something on the door frame. It’s attached to some kind of trigger. Kinger’s getting it down now.”

I hear Kinger scraping something metallic away from the door before the man himself speaks up.

“Oh! That’s where you’ve all been. How do my centipedes keep winding up in buckets..?”

I had clean forgotten Jax trapped the door. The thought of being stuck with a bucket on my head as all of Kinger’s little hellspawns crawl over my face is almost enough to make me throw up, pass out, and start writing a manifesto. All at the same time. Did I say earlier I only have one regret about Jax? I have two. And the second is that I can’t drown him in the cellar.

“Okay! It’s safe now!”

Cautiously I crack open the door. My eyes are drawn to the movement of Kinger walking down the hallway with a bucket full of nightmares in his arms, but I quickly focus back on to Pomni. I let out a low, tired sigh and smile at her.

“You saved me twice in one day.” I try not to swoon, but it still kind of comes out that way. The little blush she starts sporting on her face doesn’t help.

“Ah- don’t worry about it.”

God she’s so cute when she’s bashful. I open the door and step aside to welcome her in with a playful flourish.

“Well, come on in! A hero deserves her heroic feast! I’ll get on it right away.”

“A heroic feast of spaghetti and meatballs?” She laughs, the sound as sweet as wine, as she enters and steps passed me. I laugh back with her as I start to shut the door so we can start another night off right.

“And garlic bread, that’s the really heroic part!”

[mrsriddlenott]

The Second Day Of SmutMas

[smutmas masterlist] [main masterlist]

~ Christmas Movie Marathon ~

bf!JJ Maybank x fem!Reader

Summary: You, JJ, and the Pogues spend Christmas together in the chateau watching all your favorite holiday movies, until your mischievous boyfriend gets bored and wants to distract you as well.

- Lmk how y’all feel ab this one please, I’ve never written for OBX and I have yet to watch the 3rd season but I love JJ and Rafe so if this is good I may decide to write for them more after Christmas -

Warnings: 18+ Content!! Public Sexting, exhibitionism, bit of an innocence kink, mentions of past sexual encounters, alludes to smut, m!receiving handjob, kinda alludes to d/s dynamics, public m!orgasm.

Kie, Sarah, Pope, and you, all managed to slip away from your separate homes, after much difficulty and help from JJ and John B, to spend time with your found family on Christmas day. JJ had gotten a cheap Santa’s hat and spent the late morning beside the tiny Christmas tree passing around your gifts and ho ho hoing as you all laughed before flopping next to you on the couch with a wet kiss to your temple once he was done. The rest of the morning, and well into the afternoon, was filled with mini arguments over the best Christmas movies leading you all to decide you’d be watching every single one of each of your favorites to find out once and for all which was the best.

It was fun in theory, getting to cuddle up next to you and enjoy time with all your friends, and in the beginning it was rather entertaining, but JJ began to lose interest halfway through Elf two movies in and was finding it difficult to stay still and focused on the small screen infront of him. His arm that was draped over your shoulders to hug you into him slowly slipped off of you to pull his phone from his pocket, quickly typing something as you watched him confusedly before your phone was vibrating in your pocket.

Jay❤️: im bored Baby

You: How can you be bored watching Christmas Vacation?!

Jay❤️: its boring.

You gasp beside him, eyeing him with narrowed eyes before turning back to your phone with your eyebrows scrunched, vigorously typing on your phone as JJ watched you with a smile, deciding that trying to get you all riled up and bratty would be a much better way to spend his day.

You: Blasphemy.

You: This is a classic!!!!!

JJ chuckled down at his screen, thinking of what could get you more annoyed, before hurriedly typing and turning his phone away while you craned your neck to try and catch a glimpse at his message before it was sent.

Jay❤️: idk about that. its not like its one of the santa clause movies or something. besides your not even watching it your texting me….

You: You’re*

You: Christmas Vacation is older so more of a classic now stop distracting me☹️

JJ huffed out a sigh as he watched you swipe up the messages app, revealing your new home screen to be a picture of you both on the HMS a few days ago when you all went out to swim. More specifically, a picture of you in his favorite bikini, which flashed for only a second before you locked your phone, turning to him with a smile and chaste kiss to his lips that had his pants tightening quickly. What you hoped would satiate his attention-seeking instead made him needy for you as your taste always did, sometimes all it took for him to get riled up was the scent of your hair or a simple bat of your eyelashes and he was ready to shove you against the nearest flat surface.

He loved to ruffle your perfect feathers and get you riled up, whether it was you telling him off for distracting you from studying, or begging him to fuck you in ways you never could have imaged before him. You always tried to hide how much you loved his careless attitude, it was something he always adored about you, even when you were just friends wishing there was no such thing as “No Pogue On Pogue Macking”. But he never missed how your cheeks would go red when he fought someone at a party in the boneyard, snaking his hand in yours after and taking you to get a drink as though he didn’t have bruises growing on his hands and knuckles. And he definitely didn’t miss how you clenched your thighs every time you were caught making out in public or accidentally walked in on while occupying the bed at the chateau.

When he finally pulled himself out of his thoughts, JJ had to readjust his hips as you unknowingly leaned your head on his shoulder, he winced slightly and suppressed a moan when his hardening dick rubbed against the seam of his shorts. Your worried, confused eyes looked up to him from his shoulder and only worsened the ache in his lower abdomen as he tugged at the thin sheet blanket covering both your legs to bunch around his now fully erect dick.

Jay❤️: im so horny

Your eyes widened at your phone, your cheeks growing warm as they painted red, your thighs subconsciously rubbing together while feeling JJ’s eyes on you. It took you a second to think of a response, letting out a giggle that sent him soaring when you started to form the message. He rested his head on the back of the coach forcing himself not to groan while watching you type, not so patiently waiting to receive it on his end.

You: Watching a family get attacked by a squirrel from their Christmas tree makes you horny?

Jay❤️: what the fuck is even happening in this movie right now….

You: See the movie’s not boring you’re just not paying attention.

Jay❤️: how can you expect me to focus when your sitting next to me like that Gorgeous

Those wide eyes met his after scanning over the text in front of you a few times with furrowed brows, your cheeks bright red making him smirk down to you, tilting his head towards your phone and urging you to reply.

You: I didn’t do anything though?

Jay❤️:fuck Baby all you do is exist and im bricked

You accidentally let out a squeak of a whimper hidden by the sound of the TV that he heard only die to his proximity, he was throbbing in his shorts already as you started and stopped typing, deleting and restarting at least four times before he decided to double text with a groan.

Jay❤️: you want proof?

You narrowed your eyes as him slightly, thinking to yourself about what he could possibly have in mind to prove this to you before your curiosity ultimately took over and had you nodding your head to your very needy boyfriend. JJ quickly but discreetly grabbed your hand, shoving it under the thin material hiding his boner and twitching at the gasp you let slip upon making contact. He was harder than you ever felt before, his entirely rock hard dick just from the thought of you was sending uncommon bursts of confidence and adrenaline your way, already anticipating what he could have planned for you.

Jay❤️: keep that there and feel what you do to me.

Jay❤️: im imagining the way you spread your legs for me in the mornings when you get all needy for my tongue

Your face burned hot as you read his text, feeling the throb of his erect dick in your hand as it warmed your palm. You willed yourself to keep your hand still despite a desperate beed to please him, knowing one or all of your friends could turn around at any moment and see the movement. But to your surprise the idea of being caught in such an act was only aiding in the growth of your desire.

Jay❤️: and how you clench around me just before you cum

Jay❤️: that thing you do with your tongue when you suck me off that drives me fucking insane

Jay❤️: oh fuck and that fucked face you make when i first enter you

JJ twitched in your hand as he typed the last message and soon you were subconsciously rubbing him through his shorts. Slowly moving your cupped palm along his shaft in an accidentally antagonizing manner, forcing JJ to bite his lips to hide a moan, stuttering in his typing and causing an error he’d have to fix.

Jay❤️: im always craving the way you taste when i make you cum on my tongue

Jay❤️: and when i get to watch you taste my cum. dont you love it Sweetheart?

You swore your breathing stopped, you kept thinking all your friends could somehow read your texts and knew exactly what your hand was doing despite being entirely focused on the screen in front of them. You stretched the thumb of the hand holding your phone, trying to from your response, eyes darting up to the four in front of you every few seconds while your hand hidden beneath the sheet began picking up it’s pace at the spark of your imagination and rush of adrenaline. Your thoughts were running rampant, thinking of JJ taking you right on the coach or forcing your to your knees for teasing him, imagining the punishments he’d think of as soon as you were in private was egging you on as you thought out your teasing messages.

You: Of course I do Jay, you’re my favorite dessert🥰

You: Always taste so amazing when you make me choke around your cum

JJ’s throat went dry as he read your text over and over, his brain growing foggy and filling with the thought of you moaning and gagging around him, his hand in your hair, pushing you to take him entirely, shivering at the thought of your tongue tracing one of his prominent veins to the start of his balls just as it always did. JJ was much more distracted than he intended, his initial thought process being that you would get flustered and tug him away to have some Christmas fun, but when you batted your eyes up to him with a harder pull of his clothed dick, he realized your burst of confidence. His breath caught and he twitched in your hand upon noticing you were thoroughly enjoying the public aspect of his pleasure just as he was, he was desperately trying to hide it before, feeling like a perv, but knowing that his sweet, innocent little girl enjoyed it too changed everything.

You eyed the side of his face as he began forming another message, watching his pleasure when your fingertips found the outline of his tip and began swirling over him slowly with a featherlight touch that had him gritting his teeth and suppressing a moan before you were slipping your hand back down him slowly. The way he had to bite his lip to silence himself, closing his eyes to toss his head back with an almost silent groan had your already damp underwear growing wetter while you awaited what was sure to be an inappropriate text.

Jay❤️: dont you want me to fuck you right now Baby?

You: I’d rather watch you cum in your shorts right here before I even touch you properly.

Jay❤️: jesus. since when were you in charge Cupcake?

You: Since right now.

Jay❤️: i fucking love it

You giggled at your phone, turning to see JJ’s blown out eyes observing you, a lazy smile adorning his face as your hand sped up upon eye contact. His eye lids began to flutter, drooping almost closed as your hand worked from his base to his tip, stopping at the leaking head with a smile before beginning to rub him quickly with the pads of two of your fingers. He jolted forward slightly with a sigh of pleasure, grabbing at your wrist to make sure your hand stayed exactly where he wanted it.

Your hand barley moved as your fingers swirled over his tip, you could feel his precum beginning to soak through his boxers and onto his shorts leaving a sticky feeling on your working fingers. His grip on your arm tightened, nails digging into you as he approached his high, moving too much in his seat and drawing your friends attention. Just as the coil in his lower stomach snapped, he was painting the inside of his shorts and boxers white, panting and biting his lips to suppress sounds while imagining you cleaning him with your tongue.

As his eyes refocused, JJ took account of the quiet scene unfolding on the TV and the questioning, almost mocking eyes of his friends. He chuckled upon noticing you were suddenly shy again, avoiding making eye contact by turning to him with pleading eyes. Another thing he loved, how you acted so innocent for everyone but him.

“We’re gonna go….um….take a nap” JJ lies, standing quickly as though the obvious dark spot on his khaki shorts was invisible, grabbing your hand aggressively and tugging you behind him over the couch.

“Yeah okay, just don’t “nap” too loudly we still have movies to finish out here,” Pope shouted, laughing with your friends as your face burned, JJ quickly led you into the other room and towards the bed, slamming the door loudly and making it quite obvious what would be happening.

“Those two can’t keep their hands off of each other, they’re like rabbits I swear.” John B stated with a chuckle and a shake of his head as he and Sarah migrated to the coach to claim the seats you and JJ had just vacated.

“Oh shut up John B, you two are way worse.” Kie jokingly snapped between laughs as she, Pope and the loved birds refocused on the movie, turning up the volume expectantly as the laughs died down.

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[lowkeyrobin]

I'm sorry for spamming you I'm just really excited--

Reader who also streams and just rants a lot while they play Stardew Valley?

Like mid milking a cow or something they pause the game and rant about how to kiss someone or smth?...

-🌕 anon! <3

AH OMG DONT WORRY ABOUT SPAMMING I LOVE YOU GUYS 🫶🫶🫶 but I absolutely love this LMAO I made this into a preference setup instead of a oneshot bc I didn't know exactly who you wanted and I was having difficulty finding a way to stretch it out that long anyways. idk much about stardew valley so bare with me, I rewatched Tommy's video of him playing w Molly to help me 💀💀

MCYT ; stardew valley rants

includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, freddie badlinu, niki nihachu, foolish gamers & quackity

warnings ; language

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

you'll just be doing some tasks and be like "you know, I've never kissed anyone before. like, how does that work?"

meanwhile Tommy came over a little bit ago to hang out after stream and he just looks at you like 🤨😨

"youve never kissed anyone?? wait... we haven't kissed before? y/n/n, what?"

you shake your head no, confirming that you guys actually never kissed somehow, your relationship was kinda new in both of your defenses.

"we've only been dating like, 2 months, it's fine"

"ARE YOU TRYING TO BE A KISSING VIRGIN FOREVER????"

literally have your first kiss on stream bro

THE EDITS 🫶🙏 I CANT EVEN

the cutest shit ever

RANBOO

you literally paused the whole game mid-farming to rant about some restaurant you and ranboo went to the past day

chat was exploding with "oooo they went on a date" and you were just like "guys it was good food, 10/10"

they get you to join a call with them and you guys talk about it together and your whole experience and how awesome the food was

not to mention the aesthetic of the restaurant was so well put together

you got back to your stream with a little story for your viewers

BADLINU

you started ranting about a movie/show you're fixated on at the moment

went through all the lore, all the characters, background info, etc

Freddie was watching and using tts to talk to you

he encouraged it dw

like he was holding a convo w you and everything it was the cutest shit ever

the edits.

also people clipped the whole like half hour long thing and posted it to YouTube like "y/u/n and badlinu talk about ___!"

you don't even remember it within a week but HE DOES

just one of those cute relationship moments he loves to think about

QUACKITY

you were playing stardew while he was playing gta and you were on a vc together

so obv it kinda sounded crazy 💀💀

"y/n I'm gonna drive my Honda Accord over there and kill all your cows!"

"I swear to God, quackity, don't even dare"

not really ranting but you were yelling threats at him and shit LMAO

NIHACHU

you guys were playing together 🫶

you were teaching her how to do everything and stuff

you eventually went on a tangent about things you do and don't like about the game

she was agreeing to your solid points and stuff

that turns into a rant about hair color and if she can color your hair for you LMAO

FOOLISH GAMERS

"Dude, how do people do that van life shit? I'd die doing that"

straight up hour and a half rant about how much you hate van life tik tokkers while playing stardew valley

he's in your chat like "Yes 100 percent" and adding onto your points LMAO

you both share a hate for van life mfs

[21aurora]

Obsession | dreaming freedom

( siyun baek x reader )

Notes : obsession, violence, blood

My beloved siyun and I went out for a date. We went to the cinema. He was holding my hand as if I was going to run away from him. I do not deny that I love his interest and his obsession with me a bit. I understand what he went through and that I am now all he has. I am his lover, his best friend, his family and everything.

He wasn't watching the movie, but he was watching me while I was enjoying the movie, smiling at me as if he was looking at the only thing that gave him life. As if his favorite hobby is observing my features. It went like this for two hours. Until the movie ended. Then we decided to go to the mall. We decided to walk, as long as the distance was not too far, he put his hand around me to make sure you were close enough to him, we reached the mall and ordered iced coffee from Starbucks, and we decided to take a walk The mall was crowded today, Sion seemed annoyed because he hates crowding, but I tried to make him enjoy the day and flirted with him to improve his mood, and of course he smiled at me. how much I love to see him smile.

About ten minutes passed while we were trying to get out of the mall to go home, until a guy bumped into me to the point where I took a step back from the crash. Of course, all of this was because of the crowd. The guy apologized and I accepted the apology, but siyun had another opinion. Immediately, siyun punched the young man, and he was not satisfied with this only, but he knocked him to the ground and punched him I could barely pull siyun off the young man with difficulty, and he just cursed at the young man who was on the ground right now with his face covered in blood.

I have never seen siyun like this before, I know he loves me but this is no longer normal, we went home and I didn't say a word, I entered the room and locked myself from the inside, siyun was outside, trying to open the door to the room. He banged on the door hysterically. I heard his voice from outside "y/n please open the door " "y/n please I'm sorry I just couldn't see anyone dare touch you." " y/n please I'm sorry, I don't know what happened to me " I didn't answer. just sit on the bed afraid of everything, how did he reach this point of not being able to control his nerves to the point of hurting someone.

Until I heard the sound of things breaking, I got up and opened the door quickly, to find siyun on the ground crying, his hand bleeding, and the hall in a state of chaos. I rushed to him. I helped him get up and healed his wound, but he did not Care, and he hugged me tightly crying and I hugged him too. "Y/n I'm sorry I didn't mean all this I swear I don't even dare think of hurting your feelings I can't even imagine breathing without you I love you more than myself" he said crying.I patted on his the back, "I love you too, more than anything ، Don't worry, I'm here with you, we can handle everything."

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Note : hi it's my first time write fanfic hope you like it ^^ , give me your opinion, ideas and requests , hope you enjoy it :)

[mygreatadventurehasbegun]

All the people at MGM who told Judy Garland she was ugly or fat can take a long walk off a short bridge.

Yes, I know they've all been dead for decades, but I've spent a long time with Judy over the past week...watching movie clips and video essays about her (check out Be Kind Rewind's YouTube channel, she has at least five videos that feature Judy in some way), in addition to being a lifelong fan of hers, and I've started to feel protective of her.

Her life was so difficult. Not just the insults of not being pretty enough (comparing anyone to Lana Turner or Hedy Lamarr is just unfair), but abuse, people stealing her money, mental health issues, and of course, her addictions.

But through it all, she managed to give us so many magical moments on the screen. From the wistful longing of "Over the Rainbow", to the joyous discovery of first love in "The Trolley Song" to the confidant new star experiencing the exhilaration of performing onstage in "Get Happy". She somehow managed to forget her troubles (sorry of the pun) and channel everything into her work. Yes, she caused delays on set due to her anxiety, but as many of her costars said: it may have taken a long time to get her there, but she got there, boy was it worth it. And you could feel how much she loved what she did...even when throwing herself into something dark or sad, she never went halfway. And despite all the darkness and difficulties in her life, she still felt like a light that drew people in. Watch any episode of her TV show and you will see how much she adored her guests and how much they adored her.

She was such a huge influence on me as a child. I used to dance around my basement while watching Meet Me in St. Louis, climbing on the furniture like it was a trolley, or doing the cakewalk with her and Margaret O'Brien. And watching all of these videos over the last week reminded me of how much I love to sing. I'd lost a little of my drive over the past few years (the pandemic and life being generally chaotic really screwed things up), but because of her, I've started working at it again, with a renewed goal to get my voice back into the shape it was back in the beginning of 2020, and to really go back to pursuing my goals in musical theatre. I've never really stopped auditioning or working, but I've been sort of lazy about it since things started opening up in 2021...just sort of going through the motions. But I don't want to do that anymore. It'll take a lot of work, but if I can get back to where I was before, if not better, it'll be worth it.

And I'll have Judy to thank for it.

@broadwaydivastournament

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Pal-entine's Day | Jay Halstead

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Platonic!Female Reader

Request: From anon for last years Valentines celebration. THIS IS A REPOST FROM @/DLMLUFICS.

Prompts: friend valentines, being stood up and surprise. 

Warnings: fluff. “Friendly” kiss between friends. Platonic relationship.

Word Count: 1,089

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It's almost 10 o’clock at night and Y/N is laying on her couch, watching some sappy romance movie with a tub of her favorite flavored ice cream cradled against her chest. Just as she stabs the spoon into the ice cream to scoop out some more a loud knocking comes from her front door.   

“Go away,” she mumbles putting no effort into making the person go away. But as the knocking gets more incessant, she sighs sitting up and slams her ice cream on the coffee table. She drags her feet to the front door, opening it and is pleasantly surprised to see her best friend and work partner, Detective Jay Halstead, standing there. She hides her surprise and sadness behind a teasing smirk. “Your date didn’t want to take it back to her place?”  

“There was no date,” he tells her, pushing past her to go inside.   

She only just notices the stuff in his hands after she closes and locks the door behind him and follows him into the living area.  

“Did you get stood up or something?”   

“Nope,” he says, placing the 6 pack of beer, some welted flowers, and bags of food on the kitchen counter of the open plan space. After shrugging off his coat, he hangs it over one of the dining table chairs.  

“What’s all this?” she asks confused and still a little surprised.   

“I didn’t actually have a date tonight,” he admits. “I was going to spend the night at home, watching hockey with beer and pizza but then you texted me saying that jackass stood you up. So, here I am being the bestest friend ever.”  

“You didn’t have to do this,” pouting, she fights the urge to cry. She truly did have the bestest best friend in the world.   

Y/N was asked on a date by one of the patrol officers at the 21st. This guy she has been flirting with and waiting for him to ask her on a date for a few months now. So, when he came up to her a couple of weeks ago, asking her if she would like to have dinner with him on Valentine’s Day, she told him she would love to.   

Tonight, he was supposed to meet her at one of the slightly fancier restaurants along the waterfront. When he didn’t show up an hour after their reservation was made for, feeling hurt and embarrassed, she paid for the couple drinks that she drank and left the restaurant so another couple could use the table.   

As she sat in her car in front of the restaurant, needing a moment to compose herself, she texted Jay telling him what happened. She didn’t expect a reply or a call until tomorrow, while hoping he was having better luck with his own date. What she didn’t expect was for him to show up at her doorstep with some of her favorite things.  

“These are for you, because everyone deserves flowers valentine's day,” he says picking up and holding out the flowers. “I may have stolen them from some restaurants outdoor table. Please don’t arrest me.”  

“Depends on what’s in those bags,” she smiles already feeling a lot better than she had been five minutes ago.   

Jay has always had the knack for making her feel better even when she wants nothing more than to wallow in her own misery. He would never let her do that alone.   

The two friends met when they went through the academy together. They dated for a couple of months but ultimately decided they’re better off friends and have remained that way since. After graduating, they were assigned to different districts but always found time for each other. Now they’ve been working intelligence together for 4 years which has come with many difficulties in their friendship but has also made it even stronger.  

“I know you well enough to know that the ice cream on the coffee table is all you’ve eaten tonight so I brought the best burgers and fries in town with me,” he holds up one of the bags, showing her the logo of her favorite fast-food place.  

She takes the bag from him and opens it, instantly inhaling the smell of her favorite burger. It smells so good her stomach begins to rumble giving away that he was indeed right about her having not eaten a proper meal.   

“I could kiss you right now.”  

“I wouldn’t stop you. It’ll be the most action both of us have gotten today,” he says setting the second bag of food on the table and opens it.   

Y/N walks over to him, taking his face in her hands and plants a soft peck to his lips. “Better?”  

“Much better, thank you,” he smiles and goes back to removing the food from the bags. “I love you; you know that right?”  

“I do. I love you too and I should be the one thanking you,” she says moving to hug him from behind, her hands against his stomach and her head resting on his back. “This is the best surprise I’ve ever gotten and it’s why you’ll always be my number one guy.”  

“I’ve got to make sure my number one woman feels loved and cared for, especially after some loser beat cop breaks her heart,” he says and turns around in her arms. He kisses her forehead as his arms wrap around her.   

“He didn’t break my heart,” she assures him. “I just feel stupid for wasting my time on a guy that I thought actually liked me back.”  

“You’re not stupid, he is,” Jay reminds her. “Now let’s eat cause I’m starving.”   

Y/N chuckles and lets him go. She sits down at the table, pulling the food out of the other bag. Jay sits to her right as they begin to eat. “Best Valentines ever.”  

“You mean Pal-entines,” Jay says as though he’s correcting her.  

“Did you learn a new word?” She teasingly questions him.  

“I had to look it up,” he shrugs. “There was also Galentine's, but I don’t have the anatomy for that,” he adds making her laugh.  

After eating, they move to the couch to finish watching the movie she’d started before he arrived. By the time the movie finished, Y/N had fallen asleep curled into Jay’s side as they laid down to get more comfortable.  

Instead of leaving, he pulls the blanket off the back of the couch and drapes it over them. He makes himself more comfortable, being careful not to wake Y/N. 

TAGGED: @mrspeacem1nusone - @halsteadbrasil - @allisonargent144 - @cs-please - @alexxavicry - @nicole-19s-world - @mimiteller712 - @qutequeersstuff

[writingshushf1]

Hey you! How are you doing? I was wondering if your requests are open? I'd like to request something angsty with mick, they are bffs and in love with eachother but its kinda like a right person wrong time? like, always something happens and they cant be together.

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Summary:  I have this dream you're doing cool shit. Having adventures on your own

Rating: +14

Warnings: them fighting (and ending up hurting each other with words), angst

Word count: 1.7k

Note: gathered those two request that could work together. just sadness, not my best fanfiction really - just having a small block with writing long stories

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You were so stubborn. Both of you.

Not all love stories come to a happy ever after and (un)luckly, yours didn’t. As much as you two tried, something always came in the middle of it. So much, that you two stopped trying.

Here’s the thing: it wasn’t a new thing, a sentiment you discovered throughout you were getting closer. It happened just like an earthquake, big, destroyed everything it could and more than once.

The moment they announced that Mick was the Formula 2 champion of 2020 you cried out, happy for him. You wanted to wrap him in your arms, say the sweetest things and that you were so proud of him - yet you were hundreds of miles away. That still wouldn't stop you, that night you called him, you stayed for hours talking and pretending that no one else existed in the world but the two of you.

But how could you be the perfect suitor for each other, you managed to be the opposite. You were both stubborn and liked to have the last word, so often when something seemed to develop, you ended up fighting.

“Mick, for fuck’s sake! I’ve already told you: I can’t go to Bahrain, it will be in the middle of my exams!” You crossed your arms, sitting on the balcony. “I can’t just abandon everything and go after you.”

“But you’re my best friend! You’re the only person outside my family I can trust my life with.” He put his hands on his waist, stopping pacing from side to side.

“I love you, bud, I really do. But I can’t do this. I want to graduate being the best, so in the future, I can follow you anywhere, being your engineer.”

“Fine! Then I’ll find someone to follow me through the season.” 

Even if he understood what you were saying, he couldn't leave you the last word. He wanted more from you, yet he couldn't say how.

“Fine! Find a little fuck doll that only cares about your money and your dick.”

“At least she cares.”

“Like I don’t? Are you really insinuating that, Schumacher?”

“No, but if the shoe fits…” 

“Don’t you dare.” You got up, walking close to him. “Honestly, sometimes I really wonder if you actually value my friendship or you just want some hot girl to stroll around you so you feel more confident.”

“I do.”

“Then why do you talk to me like that?”

It was a few weeks of silence after that. Mick was too proud, yet that conversation stuck in his mind. The feelings the German held were confusing, at the same time he doesn't regret putting it on the line that he feels left out because you never had any real time for him, his heart broke at the thought of him hurting you. He was completely in love with you, a deep and long standing love. Something that you felt too, yet you never had a right time for it to reveal itself.

It was early in the morning and you were watching a movie alone, until you heard the doorbell, at first you took a knife and went to the door. You opened a small crack, however you breathed a sigh of relief when you saw your best friend, almost unconscious, being carried by a girl.

"He only knew this address. He had too many drinks."

"And you are...?"

"We go out sometimes. He's good in bed. You?"

"Best friend."

"Oh. Good luck."

You dropped the knife and took him in your arms, stroking the blond strands, which were messy. You giggled as he started mumbling some things in Italian mixed with German, leaving a kiss on his forehead. 

With great difficulty, she managed to get him to sit on the sofa and drink some water. The light blue eyes followed you as you tried to find some of his clothes put away and a towel, he urgently needed a shower.

"Sorry." He slurred, ducking his head.

"For?"

"For being a jerk." Mick hugged his own body. "I get upset that you never have time for me, hence why I want to fight with you. And you like to argue too.... And I say things I don't mean."

"We have very different lives, Micki."

He didn't say anything else, just let himself be led into the bathroom, where you helped him into just his underwear - which he removed without any shame. You turned on the shower and turned on your back, expecting him to go alone, however you felt a hand on the small of your back. A few seconds later you were only in your panties and bra, stepping into the shower with him.

"But I love you. That's why I want you around." He said as he let you wash his hair.

"And I love you too."

"No, but... I love you. Beyond platonic."

"Those are drunken words, Schumi."

"No. They are not."

He pulled you into a slow kiss, letting his tongue pass against yours, holding your waist and pulling your body against his. For a few seconds you had no reaction, it felt like a dream, yet at the same time you knew it was going to be a very big fall. Fortunately for Mick, you returned the kiss, letting yourself go with the moment. The taste of beer mixed with liquor from his lips seemed to get you drunk every moment.

That night, you slept curled up in each other's arms under the duvet.

In the morning, he was more affectionate, more needy, as if he knew he had to leave soon - which wasn't a lie, he had to travel to another country in less than 72 hours.

"Next race you're going, whether you like it or not." He murmured, leaving a long kiss on your cheek and walking away.

And again, it happened during that race weekend, with no attached strings. You two were playing with fire and not being scared about it. 

Some of Schumacher’s past acquaintances were on the Paddock, which made you cringe all the way to it. How did they get there? He invited them? No, he didn’t, however they were rich girls, models, famous, of course it wasn't hard to get a pass to see the wonderful boy they stayed for a week or two. Without a doubt, you were insecure, especially that he was a sunshine, so he talked with everyone who approached him - with good or bad intentions. So you ended up alone, inside of his trailer while he did his media obligations. You were so insecure, afraid of your friendship being ruined with all of this shit. 

After an hour, the blonde got inside the trailer, surprised, yet happy, to find you there. But his smile vanished when he saw that you had tear stained cheeks.

“Schatz? What happened? We’re friends, you can tell me.”

“Friends. That’s all we’ll ever be.”

“What? Elaborate that for me.” He sat down next to you, holding your hand.

“Mick… I love you, you love me. That’s true, right?”

“Of course! Unless…”

“That’s the thing. Love isn’t the only thing that can hold something. You confessed to me while drunk, after weeks we had a big fight. We can’t communicate properly.”

“But we’ve been friends forever. We always vented out our feelings.”

“Not the ones we feel about each other.”

“For God’s sake. Don’t tell me you don’t want to keep going on because of some hidden feelings.”

“Calm down and listen to me.”

“Calm down? Why should I? I want to fight for this!” He got up, throwing his hands up. “Why don’t you let me?”

“Because it's not the moment, Mick!” You also got up, letting tears fall. “You’re concentrating on your career, that’s going great! While I’m trying to finish university… We can’t be together more than 2 days every month or so.”

“But it’s not that hard, I can fly every time I want to.”

“Also… I don’t think we’re ready to engage in this.” You held his shoulders. “I have loved you since we were 18, I’ve dreamt about you, but… We won’t work it out. I would give it one year till one of us does something unforgivable. And I refuse to lose you over something idiotic.”

“Me either!”

“So do you understand what I’m trying to do? We still be friends, I’m not willing to lose that, but we push this feeling until we’re at the same page in life? How about that.”

“I want it now. I want the instant happiness of having you next to me.” He turned his head away, trying to fight the tears that wanted to fall against his light skin. His defensive side was threatening to come out.

“I’m sorry… I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.”

“Schatz… I’m not your ex.” He shooted back, looking now at you.

“That’s why. Tell me you’re not trying to fix something when you used to go out with multiple women?” You shooted at him, starting to get angry with his words.

“Fine.” He cried out, huffing. “But I’ll come back to get you. Because I refuse to have someone in my life that’s not you and honestly? I’m willing to fight for it.”

“I’m willing too.” Finally thinking he accepted the defeat, you let out a sigh.

“Which is why-” Oh, there he goes again. At the same time, a sob escaped your lips. “I want you now! Why can’t I have nice things happening all the time? There’s always something bad.”

“Mick. Stop. I’m done talking about this.” You shook your head, wiping your tears away. “I’m going. Get some rest, clear your thoughts and I will call you when I think you are better.”

“No! Don’t go like that!” He held your hand before you could step out of the trailer. “What if something happens? What if something happens and this is the last time we’re together? I know I hate you right now, but it’s only now, I can’t feel like that for too long.” His free hand caressed your cheek. “Please. A kiss.”

“Fine.”

His lips crashed against yours, a melancholy kiss of farewell, as if he was trying to bring up some point that might make you give up on not continuing that situation. When you pulled away from him, you held his hand against your face, leaving small kisses on it before squeezing and releasing it. You opened the trailer door, murmuring "see you later," at which he responded with "Ich liebe dich, Schatz.”

Right person at the wrong time always sucked.

[electric-cross]

Movie Night

Pairing: Vinny Mauro x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: Oral sex (male receiving)

Word Count: 3.1k

Vinny and the reader can't decide what movie to watch. Smut.

Vinny is a cuddly sub and no one can convince me otherwise.

It was late evening. Vinny was live on Twitch, drumming for his fans and having fun. Sometimes, you’d get on Twitch in the other room just to watch. You loved seeing him interact with his fans. He had such love and gratitude for them. Plus, he was funny, and he was always joking around with them. He was a loveable goof. You adored him more than you could put into words.

Tonight, you were once again watching his stream on your phone. Giggling at all his cute shenanigans. You were particularly moved by a sweet moment he had with a fan. They had told Vinny a personal story and he had the sweetest reply. He had also promised to give them a big hug at a meet and greet they were planning on attending. You were excited for them. Vinny gave the best hugs. He always held on tight and for a long time, ensuring the other person felt the love he was radiating.

You sat your phone to the side and listened as you folded laundry. He was wrapping up, you could tell. You heard him say his final goodbyes before the stream ended. You exited out of Twitch and got back to the task at hand. A few moments later, the bedroom door opened and there he stood.

“Hey babe, folding laundry?” he asked.

“Yeah, wanna give me a hand?”

“Of course,” he replied, making his way over, sitting on the bed beside you.

He picked up a pair of socks and got to work, “So the stream went well tonight. Did you see it?”

“I did,” you began, “Well, I watched most of it, anyway. I think I missed the beginning.”

“Oh, yeah? That’s fine. Had some technical difficulties at the start, so you didn’t really miss much.”

“Oh, what happened?” you inquired.

“I’m still not really sure, but somehow, I fixed it. Did you like what you saw?”

You folded a shirt and replied, “Of course, I always do. You know I love watching your streams.”

He smiled, “Yeah, well, I always try extra hard to put on a good show when I know you’re watching.”

“Well, don’t I feel special,” you joked.

He chuckled, “So, what do you wanna do tonight? Watch a movie? Play a game? What sounds good?”

You thought for a moment, “I’m not sure. What sounds good to you?”

“Hmm. Well, since we’re already in here, wanna just cuddle in bed and watch a movie?”

“Sure, that sounds great. Although, it always takes us like an hour or more to pick one,” you laughed.

He reciprocated your laugh, “That’s true. Well, we can still cuddle while we scroll through Netflix.”

“Yes, we can,” you smiled sweetly at him.

He smiled back. His smiles always made you feel warm and fuzzy. He was so cute and affectionate. You’d never known another man like him. You felt as though you were constantly having to pry yourself out of his grip. This man loved to touch you. He was a cuddler, through and through. Most of the time, you didn’t mind. You loved being held by him.

The two of you finished folding the laundry and chatted while you put the clothes away. Nothing too serious. Mostly just talking about Twitch and Motionless stuff. You finished your chores and made your way back over to the bed. You climbed up and took your normal spot, Vinny close behind. He grabbed the remote from the bedside table and turned on the TV. you cuddled up close to him, resting your head on his chest, while he wrapped an arm around you.

Vinny began scrolling through the movie titles, listing some off that might seem interesting. You weren’t really paying much attention, however. You were too busy being lulled by the feeling of his body beneath you, the smell of his clothes, everything about him. You’d think you would be used to the effect he had on you by now, but it still got you everytime. You softly rubbed your hand across his chest, content to lie here with him the rest of the night. You were more than happy to just stay like this. No movie, no nothing, just him. You didn’t care what he picked.

“Or, what about this one? This one seems pretty cool, right? Oh wait, I just read the synopsis, and it actually seems kinda dumb. Shit. Sorry, babe, I promise we’ll find something,” he said.

You closed your eyes, feeling the vibrations in his chest against your cheek when he spoke, “It’s fine, baby. Whatever you wanna watch is fine with me.”

“Yeah, but I wanna find something good that we’ll both like. There’s too many choices. It’s impossible to pick something.”

You sighed contentedly. You couldn’t care less what he picked, as long as you could stay like this. You listened to him rattle off different options, giving feedback on films he’d already seen or what he thought they might be about. You felt even more relaxed and comfortable the more he spoke.

“So, this one’s not that great, but it has Keanu Reeves in it, so that’s cool, right?” he asked, desperate to find something worth watching.

“Whatever you want, baby. I’m fine with anything.”

“Hmm. I don’t think I want that one, either. Fuck. Why is it so hard to pick something?”

You listened to him continue, still rubbing your hand on his chest. Without even being aware, your hand started to slide lower until you were lightly rubbing his stomach. You suddenly became aware of your hand placement and remembered that his happy trail was right below the part of his shirt that you were touching. You instantly became more alert. You loved the hair on his lower stomach. You loved touching it, so that’s what you did.

You slowly slid your hand under his shirt and began lightly grazing your fingertips across his abdomen, feeling the soft hair. He didn’t seem too fazed by it, this wasn’t the first time you’d done this. You barely processed what he was saying as he continued listing movies. You were now far more interested in touching him than any film.

You continued rubbing your hand up and down beneath his shirt, across his stomach and chest, wanting to feel as much of him as you could. He still didn’t seem to notice. You would make him notice. You lowered your hand until it was at the waist of his jeans. Slowly, you began to undo the button and slide the zipper down.

He chuckled, “You want something, baby?”

“Do you?” you asked back.

He shifted a bit beneath you. You thought you had begun to have an effect on him.

“Maybe…” he teased, “What did you have in mind?”

You leaned upward, meeting his face with your own, “I’ll show you what I want.”

You barely had time to acknowledge that his eyes grew wide before your lips were on his. You wasted no time in giving this man a long, sensual kiss, which he greatly returned. You felt his hand slide down to your behind, giving it a light squeeze as the two of you continued kissing. Long, languid, passionate kissing. You felt your head swim from the contact. The way this man kissed you always made you feel like you were on cloud nine. You couldn’t get enough of it. Normally, anyway. This time, you had other plans.

You leaned your head over and kissed his neck. Sucking gently, knowing his sweet spots and making him sigh. He squeezed your ass a bit harder. Your hand once again found its way to his pants and you slid your hand underneath the material of his jeans. You continued kissing his neck the way you knew he loved as your hand began to slowly rub his cock over his underwear. You heard him inhale sharply at the newfound contact. This went on for a moment, as you felt his cock growing harder beneath your hand. You took this as your cue to dip your hand below his briefs and rub his cock for real.

“Shit, babe,” he sighed.

You grabbed his cock in your hand and squeezed lightly, drawing a soft moan from him. You did this a few times, enjoying the feeling of him, hard and in your hand. You loved having Vinny in this position. It was safe to say that you were typically the more dominant one in your sexual relationship, though Vinny could take charge when he felt like it. He just enjoyed the feeling of being completely at your mercy, allowing you to do whatever you wanted to him. He got off on it.

You slid his pants down slightly. Enough to free his cock from its confines. It sprang upward, fully erect and dripping precum. You finally detached yourself from his neck and brought your face back to meet his. You leaned over him, looking down at his expression. His eyes were a little glossy, eyelids drooping slightly. His lips were parted and he was breathing a bit more heavily. You took in the sight of him. He was so sexy like this. You couldn’t resist giving him one last, slow, deep kiss. You pulled away and flashed him a sweet smile.

He returned it, “I love you, babe.”

You grinned once more, “I love you, too.”

Before he could say anything else, you grabbed his cock and squeezed it fully. Vinny’s eyelids fluttered shut and he let out a soft groan. You watched his expression as you slowly began to pump your hand up and down. He was in heaven, and you were too just from watching. You leaned in and kissed him again, sliding your tongue in his mouth as you continued pleasuring him with your hand. You swallowed his moans as you ran your tongue across his. Your hand quickened its pace as you gently bit his bottom lip, causing him to moan a bit louder. You were being slow with him. Deliberate. Teasing, almost, and he loved every second of it.

You wanted more from him, and you knew what you had to do to get it. You shifted on the bed, your face now level with his hard cock. He opened his eyes and glanced down at you, a flash of excitement in his gaze as he realized what was coming next.

You glanced up at him, watching his face contort as you lightly licked the precum off the head of his dick. You held out your tongue, letting him see the fluid resting on it.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

You smirked, loving the effect you had on him. You gripped the base of his cock firmly and took the head into your mouth, sucking gently, still teasing him.

Vinny tossed his head back against the pillow, “Damn, baby.”

You smiled around his cock, still sucking. You began to pump your hand slowly up and down his shaft as you sucked harder, still only entertaining his tip with your mouth. You knew it would drive him crazy. Good. This is what you wanted. You were in control, and he knew it. He didn’t dare try to tell you what to do.

Slowly, you began lowering your head and taking more of him into your mouth. Vinny’s moans grew louder and more frequent as you worked him. He loved getting head from you. You were so good at it and he was putty in your hands, well, mouth, every time you did it. You felt him begin to buck his hips upward into your mouth, unable to control himself. You took your free hand and pushed down on his stomach, stopping his movements.

“Oh my god, babe…” he sighed, eyes shut.

You laughed around his cock and the vibration made him shudder. You took this as your cue to start moaning around his length. He went wild when you did that.

“Oh! Fuck, sweetheart. God, that feels so fucking good. You’re so good, baby…”

You sucked harder and faster, your hand keeping rhythm with your mouth. You traced your tongue along his tip as you sucked and moaned, determined to give this man pleasure. You felt him tense up and you knew he was close, but you weren’t finished with him yet.

You took your mouth off his cock and looked up at him. It took him a moment to collect himself and realize that you had stopped, although your hand still softly pumped him.

“Mmm. Please, baby,” he whined.

“So polite,” you giggled, “Do you think you deserve to cum?”

He moaned as you squeezed him hard in your hand, “Yes…”

“Yeah? You think you’ve been good enough for me?”

“Yes…” he began, “Yes, baby. Please.”

You were riding a high watching this man fully submit to you, like he had many times before. It never got old. You could watch this man writhe and moan and beg for hours. Sometimes, you had. You wouldn’t torture him too long, this evening. You were desperate to see him cum. You just knew that if you had a little fun with him first, he would cum even harder.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” you cooed softly.

He groaned as your hand quickened once again, “I want you to make me cum.”

“Yeah? You wanna cum?

“Yes. Fuck…”

You dipped your tongue out and licked his tip yet again, feeling him shiver beneath you. You giggled, loving the reaction you got. You gripped his cock as hard as you could and moved it vigorously, causing him to moan loudly.

“Where do you wanna cum, baby?” you asked.

Vinny groaned and said, “Your mouth… I wanna cum in your mouth, baby.”

“Yeah? You want me to swallow your cum, sweetheart?”

“Fuck yes,” he hissed as your hand continued to stroke him.

“Beg for it,” you demanded.

You licked him once more as he writhed beneath you, “Oh, shit. Please, baby. Please make me cum. Mmm. Need to cum so bad…”

You smiled, “That’s my good boy.”

Wasting no time, you took him back into your mouth and sucked hard. Vinny cried out, grabbing your hair with both hands. He didn’t dare try to move your head though. He knew you would stop if he did. He was just latching on, desperate for something to cling to. You sucked and moaned as he whimpered, you knew he was getting close. You squeezed the base of his cock with your hand and lowered your head down so your lips met them. There wasn’t an inch of Vinny’s cock that wasn’t attended to.

“Oh, fuck, babe. Holy shit…” he whined, head still tossed back as far as it could go.

You moved your hand and took his full length into your mouth, feeling the tip hit the back of your throat. He involuntarily jerked his hips at the sensation. You moved your head quickly, bobbing and sucking and moaning. You were desperate to taste his cum, and you knew it wouldn’t be much longer until you did.

You moaned wantonly around his cock, trying to sound as slutty as possible. Your moans drove him crazy, even if they were muffled by his cock. Especially when they were muffled by his cock. His grip in your hair tightened so hard you thought he might pull some out.

“Fuck, baby. Gonna cum. I’m so fucking close,” his moans sounded more desperate, bordering on pathetic, which you loved.

You gave everything you had. Sucking him like your life depended on it. You moaned loudly around his cock and suddenly you felt Vinny’s cum shooting into your mouth, and down your throat.

“Oh! Oh, fuck. Shit,” he cried as his orgasm hit.

You continued sucking, ensuring that you pleasured him through his orgasm. You could taste him on your tongue and it turned you on. You loved when he came in your mouth. Mostly because of the way whined when he did, but you couldn’t deny you also loved the taste of him.

You felt his grip on your hair loosen as you slowed your movements. He was finished. You sucked one last time as you slowly slid your mouth off his cock. His semen still filling your mouth. You looked up at him just as he was opening his eyes to glance back at you. You gave a devilish smirk then opened your mouth, allowing him to see his cum on your tongue.

“Fuck, that’s hot, baby,” he groaned.

You swallowed his cum and opened your mouth again, showing him that you had taken it all. He grinned at the sight and reached out a hand for you.

“Come here, babe.”

You gladly slid back up and ino the position you were prior to your actions, resting your head on his chest once more. You enjoyed the feeling of his chest rising and falling raggedly, still trying to catch his breath from what you had done to him. He shakily put himself back into his pants and closed them up. You returned to lightly rubbing his chest with your hand, listening to his heart pounding beneath you.

Vinny, once again, wrapped an arm around you, resting his hand on the small of your back, “Shit. I wasn’t expecting that. Thank you, baby.”

You smiled as he kissed the top of your head, “You’re welcome.”

The two of you lay silent for a moment, both of you waiting for Vinny to collect himself. He rubbed softly at your lower back, sighing deeply.

“Fuck. I can’t even remember what we were doing before this,” he breathed out.

You laughed, “You were trying to find us a movie to watch, remember?”

“Oh, yeah. Thanks for distracting me,” he teased.

You laughed again, “No problem.”

“Well, there is a problem,” he began, “We still don’t have a movie to watch.”

“Vin, you can literally put on anything, I don’t care.”

“That doesn’t help me pick something!” he responded.

You grabbed the remote from beside him, “Okay, fine. I’ll pick something.”

“Wait, why do you get to pick? Shouldn’t we both get a say?” he asked.

“Babe, I just let you cum in my mouth, I think I’ve earned the right to pick the movie.”

He laughed, “Okay, that’s fair, but after the movie, I’m making you cum and then I get to pick the movie.”

You returned his laugh, “Okay, deal.”

You scrolled for awhile before Vinny rolled over on top of you.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“I’m impatient. I wanna make you cum, now,” he answered, “We can both pick something when I’m done.”

You smiled as he began to undo your jeans, “Okay, that’s fair.”

[ketaks]

“so, why Atlantis?”

I shared some very quick and informal thoughts a while back on why I hoped enough children grew up with the movie (or are discovering it now) to be influenced by Kida despite her exclusion from the “Disney Princess” brand; or by Milo as an unconventional hero who might remind them of themselves. that post received a couple of standout personal additions from mutuals, so I thought I would share my own “Atlantis story” whether anyone asked for it or not, because it is a bit different. it’s a so-so sample of my writing to lead with and came out schmaltzier than intended; but it’s how my pen happened to hit the paper in the moment and shows pretty clearly my typical romanticism, for better or worse.

I was eight years old on opening day in 2001 and as ecstatic as a little girl could be. my mom and I had taken a day trip to see my dad, who out of the goodness of his heart had agreed to sit through a local children’s entertainer in the afternoon and then a Disney movie in the evening. but in between singing puppets and my difficulty keeping still and responding as expected to questions and social cues, his patience started wearing and my mom slipping into a helpless bystander role. when we got to the theater, I had a gut feeling nobody was in for a fun time.

“two adults, one child for Atlantis,” my dad groaned at the ticket window.

I felt I was sitting between one person having teeth pulled and another smiling for the most awkward photos of her life. my mom was always my animated movie buddy, so her silence especially was deafening. her chuckle at Milo in the boiler room was a pin dropping, and her breath in on Helga’s “ho, ho, ho” was a disquieting hiss.

…alright, my dad finally motioned as the Leviathan tore across the screen.

“they talk so fast, it’s hard for me to understand them. and there aren’t even any songs,” was the most explanation my mom would give. the ride home was long, silent, and pitch-black as I lay across the backseat. I wanted to know what happened to Milo, but the wooziness of shame swirling through me let me know that wanting wasn’t even worth it.

pin trading was at its peak the next year at Disney World, and I was on a mission to fill my new pink lanyard with all my favorite characters before the trip was done. in very little time I found myself gazing up at a cast member wearing a Milo pin, and I shocked myself how quickly I asked her for it. I hoped holding onto it would reassure me that that wonderful story and character would wait for me as long as I needed.

watching the movie in high school felt a bit like the very rare party I was lucky enough to inexplicably find myself. I loved what I saw, but I felt my simply being there was a fluke. I wondered at first why I struggled to enjoy beyond arm’s length, but the damage was still in effect. it only reminded me again what I wished every single day: that my brain had kept developing normally, and all the things my autism either distorted or outright forbid would have happened exactly as they were meant. and since attitudes toward special interests had far to go, what would have fed me soup and covered me in kisses at age six could only visit through the glass at sixteen.

the days of LiveJournal and early Tumblr and Instagram came and went, and “Disney adult” culture went from a trickle to a wave. I attended community college as an English major and met my sister-bestie @scp-113 there on Halloween 2013, she dressed as Violet Parr and I as Minnie Mouse. our Anna and Elsa cosplay just a month later on opening night of Frozen couldn’t have been more fitting. a decade later, she made my dream come true of finally seeing Disney World as an adult, and no planning could have prepared me for the personal growth that trip would inspire. I loved throwing my arms around Mirabel in the Magic Kingdom because of, not despite, the emotional control that had finally taken hold at thirty. I wouldn’t have traded that interaction for the one awaiting the costumed little girl right behind me. that realization shook me to the bone.

“don’t cry because it’s over. smile because it happened,” my dad would tell me countless times since childhood with only the best intentions. “I haven’t been able to stop smiling,” I told him week after week following my trip. falling asleep for months scrolling back through those four special days was the most satisfying thing ever.

then one night, deep within a Magic Kingdom dream like any other, there they were. Milo Thatch and Princess Kida, just as they appeared in the “rare character guide” videos I had watched before the trip many months ago. they were hugging a child who had just run up to meet them: a young girl who looked very familiar. that settles it, I thought. the circle had at last closed.

now about once a week, my darling pup hears, “ready for Atlantis?” or “ready for Milo?” and leaps to my side in bed as I start the movie on my laptop. indeed, it feels exactly like a big warm hug every time. the artistry, the story, the characters, the humor, the heart. Milo is every bit the hero I needed as an uncertain child who loved words and language but hated being different…but he’s the one I got as an adult finding peace with her brain and eager to keep chasing her dreams. I’m writing more original words every day, journaling again, and speaking and thinking more fluidly all because of jotting down random thoughts about this movie and liking how they sounded. I’ve also put aside the idea that the influencer path might bring me joy, and I feel comfortable online again and have met some great folks so far through fan works and discussions from silly to profound.

and so I thank that little voice that whispered for 23 years: “…Atlantis is waiting.”

[celticcatgirl2]

Gender and sexuality and how they can change over time can be such a funny thing so I had one friend as a kid who at the time had just came out as lesbian (tho now I think they may be transmasc of some sort ot another but I’m not 100% sure so I’m just using they/them) and I was at the time sorta trying to very awkwardly perform straight male identity^tm and like faking stuff I just wasn’t really actually experiencing to feel normal but I was also like not an asshole about gay people. So anywyas they had said soemthing when where hanging out at Barnes & noble and we where looking through calendars and there was one with some scantily clad women on it and this friend was Liek “oh I like that one…don’t judge I have needs you know!!!” And I to both try to I guess show support and also do the middle school performance of “yeah I’m totally doing the normal teenage boy things” was like “nah I get you it’s rhe same here ” even tho it WASN’T at the time like that at all a thing I was actually personally experiencing. Which feels also like an odd story cause now I DO have my own experiences of attraction and aesthic appreciation of women (albeit still probably not quite the same way due to the idiosyncrasies of my aspec stuff) that I could probably connect with more authentically.

I kinda wonder what happened to this person they where pretty cool and talked about like marvel stuff with me in elementary/early middle school we kinda lost contact and I don’t really have a way of getting back in touch r but I wish I did I kinda just in general have fond memories of hanging out as kids and kinda wonder how we might be able to relate now espically if them being trans in some way like I vaugely heard is true…

Heh this was just gonna be a funny story about childhood that’s even funnier with how the people involved’s identity’s changed over time but I I geninuely miss my old friend now….

I Remeber they were into My Chemical Romance and knew all about Umbrella Academy WAY before the Netflix show….they liked the teen titans cartoon and identified with Raven at the time (tho there’s a strong possibility this part may have changed) I hung out at their house and we watched like the 2000s X Men and Elektra movies and also scary movie I’m pretty sure, before they came out as lesbian out parents would tease us about “liking each other” but we where really just friends and it was just needlessly awkward.

At that bookstore some weirdo evangelicals tried to prostiyze to us and I was trying to comfort them after the fact and we ended up laughing at the whole concept.

We had a pretty cool music teacher we both liked allot in our small private K-8 cause liked all the DC Marvel stuff like we did (and in their case I think they knew more about like actual music stuff too lol)

I know this is a long shot I don’t even know if they’re ON tumblr but I’m gonna tag a bunch of relevant terms and see if they’re out there. If you’re NOT this person please reblog and boost this and increase the chances of them finding it…and if you ARE this person idk if you Remeber me but I’m Alex we went to High Point together, you probably changed allot from what I vaugely heard at the end and well I have too perhaps in similar ways I’d love to reconnect with you and catch up and see we’re where both at now. You were a pretty cool friend and I genuinely hope you’re thriving now I know you’ve had allot of difficulties over the years and I genuinely wish the best for you….

[pan-de-queer]

excerpts of the wips to make it easy for y'all to choose:

three words said through a million more

Kara ended the call and turned to grab her suit, instantly freezing at the sight that met her. Memories of the night before started coming back to her at the sight of one Lena Luthor rubbing sleepily at the corner of her eye.

Kara had invited Lena over for a movie night, arguing that it was a Friday and Lena didn't need to go into L-Corp early (or at all) the next day so they could marathon a trilogy before she went home. They'd ordered from Kara's favorite Chinese takeout place and Lena had brought dessert before they'd sat down and watched the Terminator movies, Kara's own pick of the week after her friend had shared how she'd never watched a "robot movie" before. Suffice to say, Lena did not go home.

2. hanahaki au

The first time Lena thought Kara might be able to love her back was when Maggie had arrested her.

While she was used to false accusations and surname-biased condemnation, she was not used to anyone standing up for her.

Lena’s spent her entire life having to fight for herself. From the moment she left Ireland to the day she lost Lex, Lena’s learned the hard way to never rely on anyone but herself.

Even when Kara seemed like she was fishing for answers, she’d stopped all her grilling just to defend Lena’s integrity.

It’s one of the things Lena first learned to appreciate about Kara—how she was willing to set aside tough conversations and disagreements to put their friendship first. To put Lena first.

She’s never had anyone put her first.

3. soulmate au

In the darkness and difficulty of being raised in the Luthor household, there were very few things Lena could rely on.

She had her wits. Her brain was one of the few things she could always trust. It’s why she worked so hard on keeping her thoughts sharp and ready—always waiting for the next problem she’d need to fix or person she’d need to impress (or not disappoint, in Lillian’s case).

She had Lex. Her brother loved her. He was a constant in the ever-changing sea of Lena’s life. She knew that if there was ever a problem she couldn’t solve, Lex would be there to teach her or encourage her to keep trying. She never had to impress Lex because he always reminded her that someday, she could be the best of them.

And when those two things didn’t help, well, she had her soul mark.

The two little promises wrapped comfortingly around her right hip.

Promises of a future where she wasn’t lonely or used. A future with someone who’d stand beside her and protect her from all the darkness being a Luthor has let into her life.

Two promises she swore to return once she finally met her soulmate.

4. ph uni au

Alex called her stupid.

More accurately, she called her a bobong baby bakla. And though Kara argued that she was actually using a great deal of scientific method in her approach, Alex didn't care. All her sister found both amusing and furstrating was the lengths Kara's decided to go through to find her "mystery girl." A woman who wasn't even really a mystery! Kara knew her name was Lena, she was an international student from the USA, her ID showed that she was from DLSU, and she was leaving campus on a Friday. That narrows down her search by quite a bit, thank you very much, Alex! Now, she just needed to put her deduction skills to use and see if she could find her.

bobong baby bakla = stupid baby gay

[lonesome-witching]

The World Can Know

I have gotten the request to write a celebrity AU by @rabbitofdeath-atcastleaarrggh based on this post by @autismbarbie (I think). And I have to say I absolutely loved that post so much that I was a little excited to write this.

You can read my previous prompts or send me some new ones.

It had all started with a drunken tweet. She shouldn’t have been drunk. It was only 2 pm and she was supposed to be working. But she had finished the last song for her album, and somebody had pulled out a bottle of champagne and now she was sipping lukewarm beers in the recording booth and scrolling through twitter.

It was then that Robin Buckley saw a picture of Nancy Wheeler. It wasn’t that she had never seen her before, she had seen Nancy everywhere. A couple of days ago, she and Steve had gone to see one of her movies. And Robin had returned the next day to watch it again. So, she knew of Nancy Wheeler. She had seen her all dolled up in movies and on red carpets. She had spent an embarrassing long time staring at her in that flowy top with her dark red lips at the Paris fashion week just a few nights ago.

The only difference was that all of those times Robin hadn’t been drunk, and therefore had been able to refrain herself from making her tiny obsession public knowledge. But this time as she noticed the picture of Nancy Wheeler in a simple blue shirt, purple cap and sunglasses walking in New York, the same streets Robin walked every single day, she was drunk.

Her fingers were typing out the words before her mind had registered them. Her thumb only hesitated a second before posting the tweet.

Literally dont FUCKIGN talk to me if u r not Nancy wheeler btw!!! dont even say hi i’ll be pissed

She regretted that tweet that same night when a text from Steve told her to check twitter. The memory of her own embarrassment came flooding back and the only reason she opened her account was with the pure intention of deleting the entire thing. That was her intention until she noticed the notification. It was a simple reply, just a simple hi with a smiley face behind it. The main reason Robin nearly went into cardiac arrest was that it was from Nancy freaking Wheeler. 

-

Talking with Nancy had been surprisingly easy. They had hung out a few times, going for walks after dark and eating take out in Nancy’s luxurious apartment. Robin had even invited Nancy to the recording studio after a mix up with the vocals forced her to drop everything. They often talked until the early morning hours, laughing and crying like kids at their first sleepover.

Now that Robin was able to see Nancy in real life it became obvious that the pictures and movies didn’t do her justice. That she looked best when she woke up with her hair all messed up and her eyes only half open.

It also became obvious that Robin was falling in love with her. Robin had difficulty not staring or stuttering when they hung out. She would always trip over her words whenever she tried to give Nancy a genuine compliment. And when Nancy returned the favor her cheeks would heat up and turn bright red. The words ‘I’m in love with Nancy Wheeler’ might as well have been tattooed on her forehead.

As the months crawled forward Robin and Nancy hung out more and more. Even when Nancy had to go to LA for some promotion material for her newest premiere, they called every night. Robin would listen attentively to Nancy chattering about her day as she stayed up way too late talking the other girl to sleep.

It almost felt like they were dating. Almost.

Robin tried her best not to dream about that possibility. After all, she had already gotten way too lucky to have her idol in her life.

Robin checked her phone for the thousandth time, waiting for a reply from Nancy. But as her screen lit up, she saw nothing but her lock screen. It had been a mere 9 hours since she last received a text from Nancy. She could survive 9 hours without Nancy. She had to.

Robin checked her phone again when the doorbell rang out, echoing through her too empty apartment. She dropped the phone on the couch and got up, shuffling to the door. On the other side stood Nancy Wheeler, her hair wet and dripping raindrops on the floor.

“It’s raining,” she stated as her eyes stared into Robin’s face.

“Nance? What are you doing here? Come in, come here.” Robin pulled her in, nearly hugging her. “I’m going to get you a towel… And— and some dry clothes. You should shower. I thought you were in LA.”

“I just got back. I— Robin, I need to speak with you.”

Robin stopped running around, a pink towel in her hand that nearly dropped to the floor as she saw the expression on Nancy’s face. “Okay.”

“I—” Nancy frowned. “I don’t know where to start.”

“Maybe at the beginning,” Robin offered.

“I don’t know if there is a beginning. And I’m hoping this isn’t the end. I just feel like there is middle. Everything has been the middle. I can’t start at the beginning because there isn’t one. There is just you.”

“Me?”

Nancy nodded, taking a deep breath. “There is just you. And then there is me. And I’m hoping you and me could be an us.” Nancy’s teeth were digging into her bottom lip and Robin worried she’d draw blood.

“What are you—” Realization dawned on her. Nancy’s doe eyes and nervous expressions might have not been enough, but her words were clear. “Oh.”

Nancy nodded again, barely. “Do you think—”

“Yes. I like that. I’d really like to be an us.”

Nancy’s lips turned into a bright smile as she closed the distance between them and pressed their lips together.

-

“I wrote you a song,” Robin said about two weeks after their first kiss.

They were laying in Nancy’s bed, cuddling and kissing. It had been heavenly to be cooped up in Nancy’s flat the entire day. It had been marvelous to sink into her mattress and feel her lips all over her body. And now Robin was enjoying the warmth of her girlfriend.

“You wrote me a song?” Nancy asked with a soft voice.

“I did.”

“That is so sweet.” Robin could hear the smile in Nancy’s voice.

“I was hoping you would be in the video.”

“I would love to be in the video.”

-

They had agreed to keep their relationship to themselves until the video came out. Which Robin knew, logically speaking, wasn’t very long. It was supposed to be released in less than a month time so it would align with Nancy’s premiere.

But Robin was ecstatic about her new situation, and she had lasted about 3 days after they had agreed. It had at first been a slip of the thumb. She had taken this adorable picture of Nancy and couldn’t not post it. Maybe she could have used a more ambiguous caption than ‘gf reveal’ but she had slipped up. It was Nancy’s fault for being so cute.

It was only when no one believed her that she kept going, that she kept tweeting about Nancy and her dating. Not that it helped.

“They still don’t believe me. It’s insane.”

Nancy laughed softly. “At least I know it’s true.,” she said as she pulled the phone out of Robin’s hands and crawled onto her lap.

-

The premiere of Nancy’s movie was scheduled for Friday. The music video was going to drop Thursday. Robin smiled as she thought about it. But tonight, on this beautiful Monday evening, Nancy was curled up into her side as they watched the Late Night Show together. Nancy was on this episode and when she was announced Robin cheered at the screen, much to her girlfriend’s amusement. 

“So, we have to ask, is there anyone special you are taking to the premiere on Friday?”

“Well, actually, there is,” screen Nancy answered, and Robin’s eyes widened. “I’ll be taking my girlfriend, Robin Buckley.”

Nancy’s arms tightened around Robin’s waist. “So, I may have told the world.”

“Yeah,” Robin replied, nodding at the screen, not even registering the reaction from the audience.

“You’re not mad, are you?” Nancy looked up with those soft doe eyes.

“Mad? Why would I be mad? I’m delighted. I’ve been talking about it for ages now. All I wanted was you and for the whole world to know.” She lowered her face to press a kiss on her girlfriend’s lips.

[gabulousxo]

My personal Quinn and Logan headcanons once they became public with their love:

- After the PCA prom, (which I still believe was their Jr. Prom, though the movie labeled it their Sr. year...), the gang was a little weird about the idea at first, but soon accepted it, and fully supported it. Simultaneously teasing them about it here and there. Lol. Maybe it'd even be possible that they somewhat suspected that they were secretly dating, they just never confronted Quinn and Logan about it beforehand. They'd just keep it to themselves.

- Sr prom, they were voted king and queen. Logan expected it, probably had a hand in it, and flaunted their wins (lol). While Quinn was a little surprised and even a bit shy to be chosen as queen, but was happy and a bit teary. Then, they slow danced to a song, ..to Quinn's surprise, that Logan had requested. Preferably one that she really loved, and that he knew she loved. ❤️

- Quinn was valedictorian at graduation and had pressure and stress preparing a speech. But the gang, Logan especially, gave her lots of encouragement and support. And she probably rehearsed with just Logan at some point. Then, while giving her speech at the ceremony, Logan was nothing but smiles and heart eyes from the audience as he watched and listened to her speak to all the graduates. And considering their last name initials were next to each other, I'd like to think that they received their diplomas back to back. ❤️ (Or maybe just had one other student in between them.)

- Summer before college, they both officially met each other's families. Quinn was immediately loved by Logan's parents and sister. But, Quinn's parents weren't too jazzed with Logan at first. But over time, after seeing how much Logan truly loved and respected Quinn, and seeing how much he meant to her, Quinn's parents started to come around. (After seeing how close he was with her parents in the movie, it just makes me believe that..that's what 15 years of dating Quinn had done. ❤️)

- Their first time, I personally believe, happened in college. It could've been just before they graduated from PCA as some people think, but I personally believe they gave it a little bit of time.

- College Quogan faced some bumps. Typical arguments about finding time to be together, canceled dates, etc.. and eventually trying to work out a reasonable, healthy system. Probably the first real test of their relationship. I honestly believe that Quinn and Logan went to different colleges. Though said colleges being within a couple hours/driving distance of each other. (If not the same school. Which is also possible, considering Logan was intelligent in science/chemistry. Despite his typical C-D averages.) So, because they'd gone to different schools, experiencing a little bit of long distance, with tough classes, and studying hours, there may have been so little time to really be together. Life's difficulties start to interfere. But, with their undying love, devotion, and overall commitment to each other, they were able to get through the challenges of not always being together, and finding some positives while being apart. (And so they did. For 15 years and still going strong. ❤️) Even if those positives were few, ..since they meant everything to each other. ❤️

- Logan's first attempt at a proposal, if not at graduation like a Cory/Topanga scenario, then I'd like to think his first attempt was on a date while in college. More likely in between Jr & Sr year. Logan pouring his heart out, having the ring later appear at the bottom of Quinn's champagne glass or placed in the center of her desert (ice cream, cake/cupcake, etc), or..if he just decided to go old fashioned (like how he did in the movie) with a ring box and getting on one knee beside her, one hand holding the box, and the other holding her left hand, and again just pouring his heart out. Whatever have you, .. but she obviously declines. Reassuring him that she still loves him and can see marriage in the future..but she then insists that she's just not ready yet. And, although a little heartbroken, Logan completely understands..telling her that he can wait and that he won't put any serious pressure on her. No matter how long it may take, he promises that he'll wait for her until she's ready. (And he did. For 15 years, never giving up or walking out on her. ❤️)

- Over the course of 15 years, I'd say Logan tried at least 2-3 times proposing, while frequently letting out playful teases in between (ex: "Marry me, Quinn Pensky!" on her IG.) Then, whether it was just before he came to meet her in London for the Tekmate phone launch, or just after he arrived, (since it was never said how long exactly Quinn had been in London for..a few days/a week at least) Quinn finally & happily accepts his proposal. And overjoyed, Logan decides to plan one gala of a wedding. Which ultimately went a bit too far, overwhelming Quinn, (and then there's Zoey, smh), leading her to call it off. But Logan never gave up for 15 years and he wasn't gonna let his (and Zoey's) mistake stop him now. Then obviously after they talk it out and Quinn forgives him, he gives her the small, intimate, and beautiful wedding ceremony that she originally hoped for. Plus with a little nostalgia, being held at PCA: Where they fell in love. Again she happily and tearfully accepts his re-proposal, and once again, Logan is over the moon. ❤️

- Married life is full love, happiness, and memories in the making. Quinn is often coming up with new "quinnventions" that reach the public eye and spark business' interests. Like it most likely always had been, Quinn is the inventor, and Logan is her personal business and production coordinator. He's her part time business partner: assisting in her events, conferences, and overall business deals when she needs him. And just showing the world how amazing she and her inventions are. As well as dealing with any bad, manipulative business that may come Quinn's way. Protecting her inventions, profits, etc making sure none of them get entrusted into the wrong hands. And, ..he's her full time Ken: being the best friend/husband he can be for her, watching her work her magic 24/7 and just falling more and more in love with her every day. ❤️ (Logan is definitely a Ken, lol, but..he still has a profession. As Matthew even said, he went into business similar to his father.)

- Within a year or two's time, Quinn finds out she's pregnant. Quinn, ..and Logan are not only over the moon happy, but are freaking out. First time parent jitters, doubts, and stress for both of them. But when other one doesn't know what to do and can't relax, the other acts as the anchor and grounds the other back to earth, giving them a sense of peace and relaxation..knowing that neither one of them are alone in this and that, just like with anything, they'll get through it together. As a team. Logan is there for Quinn through it all: mood swings, cravings, morning sickness, swellings, giving her lots of massages, there with her for every doctor's appt, attending Lamaze classes, etc. And Quinn is ready to snap him out of it whenever he gets a bit overwhelming with setting up the nursery, preparing for the delivery, getting all the essentials, etc. Then when their baby arrives, it's one of those rare times when Logan lets himself cry. Quinn and Logan are just so unbelievably happy looking down at the life they've created and brought into the world. Then they look at each other with more love and happiness then ever before. ❤️❤️❤️

Ok. These are my personal Quogan headcanons and personal envisions of what most likely could've happened in between those 15 years leading up to Zoey 102..and what their life may began to look like after they got married. 😊❤️

[zukadiary]

Oshidori Utagassen / GRAND MIRAGE! ~ Flower 2023

Ft. one of my ticket cases :D

If seeing Tsukigumi was like stepping through a portal, seeing Hanagumi was like seeing Takarazuka for the first time. My last live Hanagumi was (checks notes) uhhh... Casanova. And with the exception of a Nice Work stream that I half paid attention to, Casanova is kinda also the last Hanagumi I saw, period. Oshidori had exactly one person in common with the visible cast of Casanova, and it was Rei. So here's my unbelievably fresh eyes take!

OSHIDORI SPOILERS:

No one is evil and no one dies!! 😭 This is a rakugo-inspired comedy based on an old movie that is readily available with English subs on YouTube, and I'd recommend watching it!

Oharu (Hoshikaze Madoka) is the daughter of Shimura Kyousai (Kazumi Shou), a rōnin turned umbrella maker. She is in love with another rōnin, Asai Reisaburou (Yuzuka Rei), who lives next door and teaches sword work to the local children, but he is being pursued by two of the town beauties, Otomi (Hoshizora Misaki) and Fujio (Mihane Ai). To make things even more difficult for Oharu, her father is obsessed with antiques, buying them even though he has little money and even when most of them eventually turn out to be fakes. A mistake puts him deeply in debt to the local lord, Minezawa Tanba-no-kami (Towaki Sea), and he is confronted with having to sell Oharu in order to pay it off. It turns out that Reisaburou, who prefers Oharu to the other two, is in possession of an extremely valuable antique; he was found with it in his basket when he was abandoned as an infant, and this means he's also the long lost oldest son of the Minezawa noble family. Everyone lives happily ever after!

Koyanagi-sensei is really the holy grail of Takarazuka in-house directors right now, in my humble opinion. This was such a good choice of adaptation, and her nihonmono comedy are always so fun and accessible. I was, frankly, jealous watching this; since I'm currently the least familiar with Hanagumi, I coveted it for my faves. But poor Rei has had quite a marred top star run (mostly due to COVID), and I'm glad she got a nearly complete run of such a fun show.

That said, Asai was unfortunately the least exciting character. This is definitely personal preference, but I don't really get fired up by the cool, quiet, aloof, handsome type in a lighthearted show, unless he's also the butt of jokes a la Daimon in Bakumatsu Taiyouden. I find Rei the most appealing in dynamic, dance-heavy performances, and Asai as a character was just too one-note for me.

OHARU, on the other hand...

Madoka will retire from Takarazuka, probably into a prolific stage career (if she wants it), and be remembered for/cast based on her high profile roles like Tess Ocean, Anastasia, and Elisabeth (shinko but still). If I were queen of the world I'd insist she be remembered for Oharu. Sometimes you watch so much Takarazuka you get the performance equivalent of nose blindness, and then out of nowhere, something like a Western guest director will jolt you awake and make you ask yourself, "What's different about this??" Madoka made an atypical acting choice! She did a weird voice! She was funny! She was adorable and charming! She stole the whole show, honestly.

Hitoko, my love. Last time I was in Japan, PRxPrince was in bow hall while On the 20th Century was in Shibuya, and I opted for OTTC, thus missing out on Hitoko entirely during that trip. That makes the last time I saw her live on stage friggin' Gaisenmon. That seems SO IMPROBABLE, but it's true. In that time, we went from MUCH too long-awaited first solo bow lead to ripe and ready for top stardom. Hitoko has a chameleon power that I think is pretty unique in Takarazuka; not only does she disappear into roles (positive), but also I truly think she could thrive in any troupe with little difficulty, and seem like she was there forever. As salty as I still am that she was stolen out from under me, she's the weft to Hanagumi's warp. Tanba-no-Kami was so fun and silly. I love finding out which new and different Hitoko I'm going to get each time, and I hope there are many many more variations to come (can't wait for Gekijou).

Other highlights:

VERY juicy (albeit old man) taidan role for Kazumi Shou. Dad is a big supporting character and she has a lot of stage time.

Shimon's presence is healing

Last time I saw Hanagumi, Mihane Ai was an unnamed ken-2 and Hoshizora Misaki was an unsorted rockette in Ocean's 11. It was funny to see the two apparent contenders for next top musumeyaku competing with the current top musumeyaku for the top star's heart. Since Hoshizora snagged the tour lead it sure seems like she's the front runner, but I have to say I personally preferred Mihane!

GRAND MIRAGE SPOILERS

The curtain went up on those pastel dresses and oversized bonnets and I just giggled to myself. It was Okada-sensei alright! Especially after the fresh delight that was Kaleidoscope, it was disappointing to go back to yet another pandemic-era revue that left me struggling to remember what any of the scenes were. It was classic, and if you're both into that style and a Hanagumi fan I'm sure there were memorable moments. To me it felt like Citrus Breeze if you sucked all the nostalgia out of it.

[khaleesiofalicante]

Hey!

So, i read your post about you having difficulties recollecting memories from the past.

Allow me to share my thoughts. I feel the same.

A part of the reason why I feel incapable of remembering my old self and certain memories is because I personally went through some major emotional trauma and mental instability. And during those times, I felt like a big cloud was hanging over me.

And I started to notice i would stop myself and ask "did i take a shower today morning? Did I eat breakfast?" And that freaked me out. So I started journalling then & there, just to remind myself I did this today.

Couple of years later I got to hang out with my college friends (I lived with them for over 5 years), and they were sharing memories and stories of stuff we all did together or something I said or did which made them laugh and missed me more while we were away. I felt SO BAD and embarrassed that I couldn't recollect these so called memories I shared with my friends. It felt like I only existed in a version of it, i can't recollect anything from my perspective. Even with photos I took when we were all together in college, id send it to them and ask "hey what were we doing here?" like I lived a whole life and was not able to recapture it in my brain.

So I started journalling harder. Every day I would write down stuff I did that day, even my good dreams, nightmares, the coffee i tried from a different cafe, something that happened at work (good or bad), and also started stapling movie tickets in my journal of the movies I watched.

I still feel dissociated. I randomly decided to flip through my current journal and read an entry from 2 months back, and I read something I wrote in August. I dont remember the memory, but there is proof I experienced it, and that makes me feel a little better.

My friends also noticed certain areas of empty spaces when I share something I remember from the past. But they now help me trace it down slowly.

Journalling helps. It really helps. I remember my Bestfriend asking me why do I have to write down everything when I should be living in the moment. I remember telling her " I want to experience it, as well as document it in proof, so my brain will know that I lived in that moment."

Thanks so much for taking the time to tell me this 🥺

This sounds terrifying, but it did make me feel a little less scared, knowing it's something people do go through and something people fight and cope with 💙

I'm glad the journalling is helpful. I'm a visual person, and writing is a tool I use for coping with emotions (not memories) so I stick to photos. But you are right. Proof is so helpful indeed.

I'm so glad you have supportive friends. My family and friends mostly make fun of me when I don't remember stuff 🥲

I hope I start to love journalling more - it's difficult for me to write directly about myself - and I hope to do it more often.

I admire you so much. Sending love 🧡