#how am i supposed to make sure all my text is in the same spot???

[outer-edges]

CHLOE BENNET as DAISY JOHNSON in Agents of S.H.I.E.LD (2014-2020)

i am this close to rejecting photoshop editing features entirely and doing it all in my after effects 😭

[ladyofthenoodle]

fic idea from 2020 that the paris special unearthed from the archives of my brain:

So far, there wasn’t a single thing about this new reality that wasn’t terrible. She was grounded, for some reason, which she didn’t know about, and was therefore double grounded for breaking the rules of the grounding. Which she hadn’t known about!

To make matters worse, when she’d gone to text Alya to complain about the unfairness of it all, she realized she didn’t have Alya’s number. In fact, she didn’t have anyone’s number except her parents, Nadja Chamack, her grandmother, and someone called The Supreme.

She next turned to Tikki to vent, but when she checked her (admittedly cool) purse, she found her kwami wide-eyed, terrified, and most horrifiyingly, muzzled—which Marinette couldn’t figure out a way to undo. 

So she was stuck in the bakery on a Saturday morning with angry parents and no one to talk to and no ideas on how to get out of the worst version of Paris possible.

Which is when Adrien Agreste’s bodyguard walked in. Brief hope flared in her heart before extinguishing just as quickly when she saw he was alone.

Which she should’ve expected. With how awful this world was, she wouldn’t be surprised if Adrien didn’t even exist here. She couldn’t imagine a world this awful with him in it.

She bagged up the Gorilla’s order with a heavy heart and sent him on his way before looking out the bakery display window with a sigh.

Only to spot Adrien Agreste himself, with an asymmetrical haircut and thick kohl around his eyes, staring back at her. He was different than her Adrien—and she couldn’t say she was a fan of the hair—but he was just as handsome, and his eyes even more striking with the eyeliner.

When he noticed her looking, his eyes widened and his cheeks started to turn pink.

Was he blushing?

Marinette could feel her own cheeks heating up as he stared. She ventured a small, embarrassed wave, and he—he!—

He lifted his own hand, brought it to his lips, and blew her a kiss.

Crash!

Marinette, along with about 300 macarons, toppled to the floor.

“Good morning, Marinette!” said Adrien Agreste, during a time that was decidedly morning but far too early to be described as ‘good.’ 

She scowled at him.

“Girl, you okay?” said Alya Césaire, who was—who was speaking to her.

Right.

Alya Césaire was speaking to her. Because Alya Césaire, Hesperia’s favorite lackey, was apparently Marinette’s best friend.

And Adrien Agreste was the boy Marinette was in love with.

She plastered a smile on her face. “I’m great, Alya! Super dee duper. Absolutely swell. What a beautiful morning with all the sunshine and the…. morning.”

Alya looked unconvinced.

“And the Adriens!” Marinette added hastily. “I mean, the Adrien. Because there’s only one Adrien and he sure is… here. Hello Adrien! Your face is looking very attractive this morning, because you are an attractive person. And that’s… something positive I can say about you.”

“Thanks, Marinette!” said Adrien with a dopey little smile. She wasn’t sure if he was mocking her or just deeply stupid. If her diary entries were to be believed, it was probably the latter. “Your face is looking attractive this morning as well. Did you do something new with your makeup?”

Marinette had done her makeup the same way she did every day, but she supposed his Marinette opted for a boring girl next door ‘no makeup makeup’ look.

Alya squealed next to her before giving her shoulder an excited squeeze.

Marinette took several deep breaths.

“Yes, I thought I’d try something new.”

Adrien smiled and nodded.

Alya shoved her forward.

Marinette barely managed to restrain herself from sending Alya a patented Toxinelle Death Glare. Instead, she smiled wider at Adrien.

Her cheeks hurt.

“Thank you soooooo much for noticing my makeup. That is a thing I am excited about. I love putting on makeup to impress cute boys, tee hee!”

Adrien’s face fell. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to imply—I know you always dress for you, Marinette! That’s something I really admire about you.”

His eyes were so earnest, so sincere, and for a second, she almost—

Marinette cleared her throat. “That’s so nice! You can leave now.”

Adrien blinked. 

“Bye!” She shooed him.

“Oh, um, bye Marinette,” he said with a sheepish wave, and then he left.

Nailed it.

“Girl, what the actual fuck?”

[euphoricfilter]

For the drabble game could you write fluff with youtuber bf jk ? I am not creative so I couldn’t think of a sentence sorry😭 but maybe he does one of those 24hr streams, I love your writing!

youtuber boyfriend! kook headcanons:

tags/ warnings: none. just a lot of fluff and feelings <3

notes: when i got sent this idea ages ago i got so excited. and i wrote three fics for it but hated them all and then made sure they were to never see the light of day. so my solution is to write some cute boyfriend headcanons instead to make up for it!! simply because i absolutely love this idea and i need to write anything for it to sate the need within me.

notes 2: this got slightly longer than i’d intended LMAO sorry 🕺

𓇻 i feel like jungkook’s channel has a plethora of videos, though he specializes in gaming.

𓇻 its probably one of his biggest passions. though i do see him dabbling in commentary, or even review type videos. maybe he’s a bit of a collector as well and goes on hour long rants about rare items or hauls of what he purchased over the years.

𓇻 i see the both of you probably meeting at one of those second-hand game and film stores.

𓇻 maybe you’re just milling around. more content to browse the movies than the games because you only own an old console (something cute like a nintendo DS) but they don’t really sell the game cards commercially anymore

𓇻 and jungkook loses track of why he was even there in the first place when he spots you. slowly scooting towards the corner you’re in.

𓇻 jungkook might not exactly believe in love at first sight, finds it a little hard to imagine loving someone so soon. but he definitely believes in destiny, even fate. and some small part of his mind had convinced him that surely this was just that.

𓇻 he’d be a bit shy about trying to approach you, mouth opening only for nothing to come out because what was he supposed to say? and maybe he accidentally startles you, offering to pay for the few dvds you had hugged to your chest as a lame sort of compensation

𓇻 he’d be the one to ask for your number, he’d be the first to text. you’d tell him later on it’s because you didn’t want to come off too head-strong. worried you’d scare him off messaging only hours after meeting. and then he’d tell you he had worried about the same thing

𓇻 jungkook wouldn’t straight out tell his audience he’d gotten into a relationship. it’s not that he was embarrassed about you, quite the opposite; he’d love to flaunt you to the world. it’s just he’d worry about the reaction from fans.

𓇻 he’d have a pretty hefty audience, a well established one even. and he wasn’t blind to the mean comments that would occasionally show up beneath videos or social media posts. he, himself, never found much issue in dealing with them, on occasion he’d get a little down but he knew that really he put himself up for this. he chose to show his face online, and with that would come some backlash. however, that didn’t mean he wasn’t worried about you or how shitty comments would effect your well being.

𓇻 definitely the “in a relationship but it’s private” sort of photos would slowly creep their way onto his IG posts. maybe of little date nights— candles on the table with a dinner you’d cooked together (2 glasses, 2 plates and 2 sets of cutlery), or your favorite cake he’d tried to bake himself with the lego flowers he’d spent the previous evening trying to make (because at least you could look at the lego ones forever and they wouldn’t die). or maybe even your hand snuck in a photo or simply your silhouette beneath a sunset.

𓇻 maybe a few of your own collectible items had made their way onto the shelf in his studio. an obvious beanbag in the corner (you’d often sit there and read as he went through emails or scripted videos). valentines cards that he’d never thought to take down, or posters of yours that never exactly fit in the bedroom

𓇻 it would become apparent that he was in a long-term relationship when he’d film a moving video. so much of your stuff mingled with his own, split seconds of the shared rooms he’d add to the video before showing his audience his new office space. the extra shoes and cute little additions to his home; soft cushions on the couch, ceramics you’d begged him to buy. your hoard of plushies that took up half the bed or the stupid amount of skin care products stacked up in the bathroom. all a sure way of telling his fans that he was serious about you, even if they had no idea of your name or face

𓇻 maybe with enough comments he’d make a little announcement at the end of a video.

𓇻 “i know you’ve all probably guessed by now, but i am in fact, in a relationship”

𓇻 and then proceeded to talk about you for 7 minutes because really he wanted everyone to know how much he loved you. and truthfully he never knew when to shut up when it came to you, not when you were what’s on his mind most of the time. he’d tell them how you’d met, and how he had been absolutely enamored by you almost instantly. he’d show everyone the matching bracelets you’d made. grinning as he showed off the receipt he’d kept in his wallet from your first date together at a small cafe in town, mentioning how he kept a baby photo of you in the back of his phone too.

𓇻 the first time you’d show up in a video, he’d plan for the both of you to do some crafts together one afternoon. a hobby you’d been trying over the last couple of weeks, and jungkook liked to indulge you. loved to watch you sprawled across the floor of an evening with glue coating your fingers and way too much glitter imbedded in the carpet.

𓇻 he’d have been worried at first. asking you over and over if it was truly okay for you to be on camera, and after your reassured him with a kiss, he’d settle down slightly. though his anxiety had still clung to him, eyes flitting your way throughout the afternoon

𓇻 he could tell how shy you’d been, and had reassured you that really you didn’t even need to address the audience. he’d do all the silly little things you giggled at him for. and all you had to do was sit there and be pretty for him. you’d been a lot quieter than usual; itching to give him a kiss each time he was just so awfully jungkook. eyes like those of galaxies when he got something right, or the happiest smile on his face when you asked him for help

𓇻 the day he did a 24 hour charity stream would be when his audience sees you the most. milling around the house, making sure your boyfriend was fed and watered. maybe even sitting down and reading the chat when he wanted to shower. or answering questions while perched on his lap. he’d want to smother you with even more love when you’d catch his eye— a silent question if you were doing okay, that you answered all the questions correct. and he’d squeeze your thigh in reassurance, head resting over your shoulder as he listened to your voice, humming to let you know he was still listening

𓇻 you’d startle him at 4am, a little pouty that you’d had to fall asleep alone. dragging a chair from the kitchen to sit on as you watch him play a game you’d never seen before.

𓇻 “go back to bed, baby” he’d coo, “you’ll fall asleep sitting up and get a bad back”

𓇻 and maybe after that he’s a lot more open to showing you on camera. filming you on beaches, eating cakes and ice creams from a million different restaurants or dancing around hotel rooms or sitting on the balcony with the sun warming your skin when he takes you on holiday. short films dedicated to you with your favorite songs playing in the background

𓇻 maybe he even makes a playlist on his youtube channel, titled “my love” for every video that he includes you in

𓇻 idk just very much in love boyfriend kook who wants the world to love you almost as much as he does (because in all honesty, no one would ever love you more than he does)

[mrscarmenbearzatto]

promise me? | carmen berzatto

rating: | cw: mentions of mikey’s death/funeral, a few timeskips, afab/fem!reader, angst/fluff content, unfinished ending i guess (i’m so down to write a part two if yall ask for it tbh)

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request: “a more angsty idea would be that reader was dating Michael and no one knew she was pregnant when he died… so in order to avoid making their family sad/starting conflict, carmy agrees to pretend that they’re dating and it’s his kid? “

Since the funeral four months ago, your world had felt.. emptier.

Michael Berzatto was your everything. He was the boy in high school who threw rocks at your window, who climbed inside to make out with you on your bed until he fell asleep holding you close, only sneaking out to avoid your parents learning about his visits.

He was the guy who would make a big deal out of every small accomplishment. He was the person who you planned on spending the rest of your life with.

That was until everything happened. One phone call from the Chicago Police Department, and your entire view of the future had been shifted. There was one less person in it.

You didn’t talk to his family much anymore. His younger brother, Carmen, was the only person you really kept in touch with. You called Sugar every so often, and you’d send Donna a check-in text every week or so.

You knew Carmy was in New York, and he hadn’t come to the funeral. You weren’t expecting to see him again until he showed up on your doorstep.

The one thing he wasn’t expecting? You to open the door, tears in your eyes and a pregnancy test in your clenched hand.

“Hey, are you okay?” is the first thing Carmen says. He wraps his arms around you, trying to soothe you in anyway he can. A slight head shake from you and you taking a step back, holding the test out for him to see.

“I’m pregnant. The one person I should be able to tell.. isn’t fucking here.” Your soft voice breaks his heart. It’s the rush of realization that comes first.

The fact that, you’re pregnant with Mikey’s baby.

And Mikey is dead.

“Y/N, we can.. we’ll figure this out.” He promises in a whisper, and you shake your head, more tears streaming. “How?! How am I supposed to do this by myself?” You ask, and you fall into Carmen’s arms, crying on his shoulder. He could care less about the tear stains on his white tee.

If Mikey were here, if there was a way to talk to his dead brother right now, he know what he’d say: “take care of her. Take care of my baby for me.”

“You aren’t alone. You have me.” He swears.

It’s what his brother would want.

“Promise me?” You request quietly. And he nods, rubbing your back in soothing circles.

“I promise.” He repeats.

──

You knew bringing up the pregnancy to Mikey’s family would be.. rough. Sugar and Donna would be upset, with Donna resenting every choice you make.

It would be chaos. So, you kept it a secret, which was harder than it seemed.

You and Carmen had it planned out. To start “dating” two months later, and lie about the timeline of your pregnancy. No one had to know other than you two.

You and Carmen announced your pregnancy to the Berzatto clan three months later, seven months after Mikey died. All of it felt rushed and you found yourself having to force yourself to slow down.

Thankfully, though, Carmen was by your side through it all. Moving in with you and helping set up the nursery, which you made sure to send photos of to Natalie and Donna.

You were there for him when he took over the Beef. It was a while before you found the strength to go back there again, reminiscing on the times you spent in there with Mikey. Him flirting with you as you volunteered your time behind the counter.

Once you had, you found yourself in the same spot you were nearly a year ago. Laughing with Tina and Marcus, threatning jerks with Richie. Even making friends with the new chef, Sydney.

Carmen thought it was good for you. He found himself smiling in the back office as he heard your familiar, light laughter and calming voice.

“You were deeply missed!” Marcus says as he hugs you while you laugh. “So, how’s pregnancy going?” Tina asks as you sigh. “It is a bitch sometimes. But this little one will be worth it.”

“Can I just say.. thank you for bringing a smile to my brother’s face. Seriously. He hasn’t been this happy in a while.” Natalie says as you nod. “It isn’t just me. You guys play a huge part in that.”

“Yeah kid but none of us are having his baby.” Marcus points out. “I should hope not.” You reply, and that’s when the kitchen fills with laughter.

It felt like you were at home again. Carmen wasn’t the only one smiling again.

──

You stood in the nursery, your bump larger. It felt surreal to believe how far you’d come.

You were in your third trimester, 38 weeks pregnant. The nursery looked gorgeous, with a shelf close to the door holding photos from the maternity photoshoot you and Carmen did as well as sonograms pictures.

You wanted to memorialize Mikey in the room as well. A frame sits on the shelf near the sonogram, containing a photo of Natalie, Carmen and Mikey as kids.

You run a hand over Mikey’s spot in the photo, shaking your head and setting it on the shelf. “I remember the day that photo was taken. Mike hated that shirt. That was the only good photo that our mom decided to keep.” Natalie says, entering the room with a glass of water for you.

You accept it, only to nearly drop the glass when a tightening in your stomach forms. It’s at that moment you realize - your water broke, you’re having contractions and.. you’re in labor.

It’s a frenzy from there. Everything feels like it’s moving in slow motion. You waddling-running out to the car, Natalie following behind with the bags while you begin calling Carmen’s phone repeatedly. Time feels like it’s slowed.

It isn’t until you’re at Chicago Medical and being wheeled down the hallway to your labor and delivery room that you realize two things:

1. You’re actually having this baby.

2. Mikey won’t be here to see it.

Some part of you, the part that hasn’t been hitten by the grief yet and the same part that won’t accept he’s gone, is now being hit with the grief. The realization he won’t just come into the room and come back into the room or your life again. It doesn’t rush over you, it drowns you instead.

Maybe it was just the pregnancy excitement and rush. Things hadn’t felt real since the funeral and now? Now they were forcing themselves to be accepted. Forcing you to realize that this is occuring.

It isn’t until you’re alone in the room that you allow the tears to break free. Your vision feels blurred as your heart aches for a man whose gone. One who isn’t here anymore and you can’t change that.

The sight that Carmy finds in the hospital room hurts his heart. It’s quiet, the beeping of monitors that are keeping an eye on your vitals, the baby’s vitals, contractions is the only noise filling the room. You’re seated upright, your eyes exhausted.

“Hi. How are you?” He asks softly as he walks over. He hesitantely puts a hand on your face to brush some of the hair away, and you allow it. You sigh, your face relaxing when he cradles your face like you’re the most precious thing.

“It hit me.” You say softly. “I let myself grieve for a week before his funeral, and then at least three afterward. And then I found out I was pregnant and I bottled it up because I couldn’t do it anymore. And now it hit me again. That I’m having his baby and he’s not going to get to meet him, or her.” Your fists clench at the anger of it.

There are five known stages of grief. Denial, anger, barganing, depression and acceptance. You were on the second stage: anger.

There’s nothing Carmen can say. No words to make it all better, he knows that from his own experience and people trying with him. So, instead, he stays quiet and he lets you get it out.

You exhale, laying back with his help as he props a pillow for you. “Thank you for being here.” You say softly as he takes your hand in his, entertwining your fingers. “I made a promise to be here with you through all of this.”

He intends to keep that promise.

──

‘Roan Michael Berzatto’. Eight pounds, six ounces. Born at 11:37 AM.

Most of the labor process felt like a blur. You remember crying, a lot, and Carmen holding your hand and letting you squeeze while you push, doctors and nurses overlapping each other as they speak to you. Sweat pooling on your forehead as a nurse wiped it away.

Roan looks like Mikey. He has his eyes, his nose, even the same small smile when he sleeps. It’s faint, but it’s there.

His entire hand wraps around Carmen’s pinky while he holds him. There’s a warm aura in the room, the sunlight filling the room perfectly.

You sit, watching them. Carmy walks over and sits beside you on the bed while he puts your son on his legs, as you look down at him. “He really does look like Mike.” You say softly, and Carmen laughs.

There’s a quiet in the air before he speaks again. “I love you.” He says softly. “I know maybe this isn’t the right time to tell you that, but I had to. We agreed to tell everyone this is our son and I want to keep that up, but I want more for us. I want you and I to.. be something more.”

You don’t say anything more, instead you lean over and press your lips against his, letting yourself embrace him. To take in what it feels like to kiss him, be this close to him.

Your world was suddenly full again.

[saursoob]

traitor- FOUR: tyuns plans? pt 2

synopsis: you and yeonjun were best friends for most of your life’s but he’d recently gotten into a toxic relationship with someone you’ve never liked, he knew that and still decided to be with her. though you’d never thought he’d go to the extent of cutting you off because of her. much less expect that years later he’d make his way back into your life.

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you were dying of boredom and thirst. you and jay had been in this cafe for what felt like hours, which it probably was.

getting up from your seat to stretch you suggest to jay. “im kinda thirsty how about we get some refreshers? plus i am in desperate need of a break.”

jay gets up sighing in relief “thank god my brain hurts”

you laugh at his response, “i thought you were supposed to be my tutor?” he looks back at you with squinted eyes and furrowed eyebrows “hey i only offered because we both need it”

you chuckle, getting in line with jay when you suddenly hear a familiar voice ordering in front of you. it sounded like.. soobin?

you scanned the cafe nervously to see if yeonjun was around and sure enough there he was with taehyun and kai. sitting at a table near the door, luckily away from where you were sitting.

you felt a bit of relief for a moment, that was until taehyun spotted you. you immediately broke eye contact hoping he somehow didn’t see you. you thought, surely he wouldn’t come up to you or something? you thought wrong.

“y/n its been a while!” taehyun spoke. feeling a pit in your stomach all you could muster up to say was “haha! yeah it has!” your voice slightly breaking from nervousness between a fake chuckle. by this point you could feel yeonjun’s and his entire friend group’s eyes on you.

thankfully jay was there to break the tension, “oh, you must be one of y/n’s old friends?”

taehyun immediately responded with a small smile “yeah, we haven’t spoken in a while but i was hoping on changing that. y/n do you think we can speak outside?”

you quickly look at jay for confirmation to which he simply nods slightly giving you the “okay”.

-

you followed taehyun and as soon as you were both outside he started speaking. “i know this might seem weird considering everything but yeonjun is going through a really hard time right now. i assume he’s texted you about it?”

your heart heavy as you nodded “yeah he did text me about it.”

taehyun sighs, “well, i guess im not surprised. he acts like he’s fine with us but i know hes not. i mean who could? being in a 3 year toxic relationship…”

you felt terrible, guilty that you didn’t respond to yeonjun’s text.

there was a moment of silence before taehyun started talking again. “but thats not what i wanted to talk to you about. i don’t want to say it now though, would you mind if i texted you?”

you knew you shouldn’t but- “yeah go ahead my number is still the same”

-

(a few days later)

YALL BETTER BE FEDDDD WITH THIS EP BC IT TOOK ME SAUR LONG FOR WHAT??? I USED TO BE HORRENDOUS AT WRITING WHEN I STARTED THIS BLOG OMG i literally hate writing ‼️ one of the reasons why i make texts but lmk if this is acceptable ☝️

tags: (@bbinwrld @soobsfairy444 @stqrgr7 @nishik1 @skittlez-area512 @odisdad @zonked-times @vocaloshin @vixensss)

[sygni]

colouring tutorial from sygni aka sima

DISCLAIMER 1. eng is not my native language 2. i am using techniques of a realistic art so it's not for everyone! but you may find some tips interesting tho

big text screamer

so obv 1. making our sketch (and after lineart if you're using it bc im not) 2. filling up background, then character. think about what atmosphere you want to create in result, try to use different background colours for your characters for diff effects in result. i've had a small post with a little explaining for choosing colours, you can use that too! i suppose i can make a post about emotional effects of different colours if someone interested bc that's really a HUGE part of final effect on viever. actually i can tell and explain in art so much feel free to send questions <:D so like that! (tbx i changed it like 3 times so it's okay to change your colouring desigions mid-drawing if you're feeling something feels off)

3. time to get some basic shading going! don't skip that step i swear to god you can think bruh sima for what do you they added overlays that i can use after i finish the art? are you a caveman or what please just trust me it'll add so much charm in your art so how to do it: 1. choose where your light sourse is. on my art it's in front of griande 2. use a CONTRASTING colour for each big part of a character (hair, clothes, face etc) and make shades with that. REMEMBER dark colours going next to light ones, light to dark. please don't use black for shades for god's sake. also shades are cold coloured most of the time thats important too ig 3. if you're confused where you shall place shades then find a ref or make a photo of yourself OR use a mirror (preferable!) and this things can help you understand face shading better too \/

don't feel not good enough that you need to study sth or use refs it's fully okay every good artist using that!

so i know this looks like mess BUT what did i do (guys trust the process): 1. desided i want a face to be a centre of viewer's attention so made everything else darker 2. put a light on a face, the most light shade on the parts which are closer to light sourse - at my art it's nose and a bit of forehead. and exact same thing but backwards with eyes remember face isn't flat! so even if forehead is in the light, it slowly goes back, so it won't be light all the way (you can see it on previous photo of the gypseous head)

then the longest part goes: we're using semitones (colour which are simmilar to base shade) to connect shades to light parts, to add volume to the art make sure your brush moves according to .. ehh.. face shape? just take someone and weirdly touch their face to understand how it goes and with your brush cope that example (look closely to the strokes):

so i've did something

i know this looks like "let's add some details" type of thing but: i've added semitones to the shadows to correct their forms -> to suit the relief of the face added a contrasting (to pink of the base) orange as blush, a dark blue to show the farthest spots from light added a basic reflects on the sides of the noce (orange spots), chin (peach). reflections on things are sooo important and add so much life in your art! yet it's easily done: you just create a little light blended line on the bottom of your shade. if next to thing you're making a reflection on is the diff-coloured thing, then pick a colour from it and mix them. example \/

made an edge on a forehead (dark-red line) yet i'd make it more accurate later, and will add it on the chin and sides of the nose to highlight them and separate from other parts of the face. actually this edges are just the darkest spots between the light of the item and reflection on the bottom of it. i like to make it noticible, yet someone tend to blend shades in. if you're just studying how to shade i'd reccomend starting without using blending yet you can notice how colours going more dull from forehead to chin to make her look like she's angling her head forward, i guess i'll make it more noticible later

AND i'm going to sleep but i have more to tell + i need to finish the work later anyway so put some feedback for part 2

[rallamajoop]

Lab Photos and Documents from Resident Evils 7 & 8

Near the end of both Resis 7 and 8, the player character gets to explore a laboratory full of significant documents and interesting photos, textured and angled such that it’s very hard to get a good screencap. So here’s a huge dump of all the relevant image assets I could find to extract from both game files (plus some rambling about everything that got recycled between them, because spot-the-reused-asset is still my favourite game right now).

Photos from Lucas' lab in Resident Evil 7

The photo of Mia with Eveline in front of the tanker can be found at the end of the Mia video tape, though it also shows up again in Lucas' other lab in the Not A Hero DLC. That DLC also throws in a few new photos of Lucas' creations.

And moving on a game...

Photos from Miranda's Lab in Resident Evil 8

(Apologies for the long post above the cut, but tumblr doesn't seem to let you tile images below a 'Read more', unfortunately.)

What’s interesting is that most do seem to be legitimate photos of the characters’ real-life face models, not just renders of their 3D game models. Whether the human models themselves posed for these or whether their likeness was simply photoshopped onto scenes composed without them I haven’t been able to find out (though the latter seems more likely to me, given that most face models don't even seem to have known what character their likeness would be used for). Either way, there’s an eerie realism to these that doesn’t occur in many other parts of the game, and it’s effective in its own uncanny way.

Since both games refer to the same research at the same lab, it's probably reasonable that some of RE8 photos are just slightly-adjusted copies of those from RE7 ‒ those two shots of Eveline in the lab most obviously. And we're probably just supposed to politely ignore how obviously Miranda's just been selectively edited into that original pic of Eveline with the scientists. *cough*

In fact, if you look closely, even that big group photo of Eveline with the research team and transport operatives has actually patched in both Mia and Eveline from that earlier photo of them standing in front of the tanker. In fact, Alan (Mia's partner in RE7) isn't even from a photo at all: that's a drawing from a piece concept art (no wonder they've got him standing at the back!) As a minor role who appeared in no photos in RE7, I assume they just didn't have any good shots of his face model available.

I'm a little suspicious even Miranda's face in the group shot has been edited in from one of her other photos, but the match isn't quite perfect enough for me to be sure.

Even that photo of the needle going into the egg and the developing foetus isn't new: you can see the same needle shot in some of the RE7 documents, and even the foetus development series gets an angled scan-over in the RE7 ending sequence.

Mind you, some of those "photos of Eveline" may actually not be Eveline herself ‒ text on them in the lab itself suggests they're photos of other members of the E-series, sacrificed during necrotoxin tests. Which makes it rather odd that the figure in the second photo is an adult man who looks nothing like Eveline, so I can only assume some wires got crossed somewhere in the dev team.

(Also odd: the suggestion that there were multiple E-series subjects, some of whom were put down for experimental purposes, even though Eveline herself is labeled E-001. But let's not pretend RE lore has ever been super-consistent at the best of times.)

RE8's "lab photos" also include a couple of shots of a man in snow gear who's apparently Spencer of Umbrella-fame, presumably for all those fans who don't feel it's a proper Resident Evil game if there's not an Umbrella in it somewhere. They're both about as rough as that one piece of concept art of Alan, so I'm guessing whoever created them was about as invested in that topic as I am.

Somewhat more interesting to me are the two shots of Miranda with babies. The second obvious Eveline, but the first is presumably of Miranda with Eva, way back in 1920 or so ‒ demonstrating nothing so much much as that in a full 100 years, Miranda hasn't even slightly changed how she does her eyebrows. /s

[nocturnal-desolation]

Hello sorry for tagging. I am very sick, my asthma is at its maximum level, my nose freezes, I have no medicine or food. I am in bad shape financially, I am a black disabled, who uses multiple medications, I pay for my food and lodging

Unfortunately I do not have all the resources to keep me safe, that is why I need your help, whatever you can contribute to me will be of great help.

Would you look at that… I have a prime example of how to spot a scam in my asks. It's not very well done, just well enough that some people might fall for it - and some have even reblogged it. You've been redirected to the Fraud Detection Unit, which will take it from here. (actually it's still just me, I'm the fraud detection unit, we have "Fachkräftemangel" in Germany, sorry, jk)

Seriously though… First of all, I'd like to address the fact that it's incredibly sad to play with people's emotions like this. You should be ashamed of yourself, but I'm sure you're not. It's the same with scams asking for help and donations for people and families in Gaza, which has come up a lot recently and is even more despicable because there are actual fundraisers going on (which are official) and these people are in a terrible situation. So to exploit that worldwide sympathy or solidarity and use the inhumane circumstances of these or other people for your scams is disgusting to the core.

But back to this particular ask and blog… The text itself makes no sense. Like, not at all. For example, a " freezing nose" is not a typical symptom of asthma. I've never had asthma, but I'm pretty sure your nose doesn't freeze up when you have asthma. What are you trying to tell me? That you got asthma in the middle of a blizzard? Sorry, I can't help you with that. "Get out of the blizzard!" is all I can tell you. And what is the "maximum level" of asthma? Is that some kind of asthma end boss? Sounds more like you need an ambulance, not money...

That's why it's important to be fluent in English if you want to pretend to be a native speaker. I can't help you there either. I can barely speak my own language, let alone English.

Some other things everyone should notice or look for when getting messages like this:

blog was created fairly recently, no consistency, just reblogged some random things (like posts from 'tumblr staff' lol - no offense) to have something on it at all + obviously otherwise empty blogs that are just begging for money or reblogging other similar posts all the time are even more suspicious

something I haven't seen before either is "Black Lives Matter" being used as bait to appeal to those involved in the movement

randomly generated usernames (what is "toosaladgarden"? I've never had a salad that was too garden, so I don't know - not too important, but in this case it doesn't help to be convincing)

no bio, no age, no country (usually not important, but in this case it is)

non-transparent fundraiser, no one knows why this exact amount of money is needed (I think it even went from $1700 to $1900 since yesterday if I saw that correctly lol) and how the supposed current donations came about (you could put any number in there)

randomly contacted

scammers often use tactics such as emotional manipulation and urgency to evoke sympathy and to prompt a quick response

lack of details, very vague in general, limited information about specific circumstances

But that made me curious and I wanted to know more. You (the scammers) were "smart" enough to use a profile picture that can't be easily traced back to the original source, I'll give you that. But that's a problem for you, because it seems to be the only picture you have of this person with this child, so you had to use it everywhere…

And that's why I was able to trace your picture back to a Twitter / X account that goes by the name "Aska" and the handle askafarao… which also engages in very, very obviously fraudulent requests for money. Every few days or weeks since August 2023, this "X" account posts nothing but new "reasons" why the money is needed. And it's quite funny how little effort they put into it, because the reasons are not creative and half of them don't even add up. But most importantly, somehow there are a couple of different email addresses for different paypal accounts with different names on them. I think we can all agree that unless you're trying to hide something, you don't need more than one name… right? Unless Paypal is going to close your accounts all the time, or you're afraid they will because they're detecting fraudulent activity, you don't need more than one account, right?

TL:DR Let's make this part short and sweet: If you get a message like this, or see a similar post, be aware that it's a scam. Don't reblog it and don't be like, "But what if it's true…" It's obviously not, and when I saw the X account, I actually had a good laugh because this account is a complete mess, even for a scammer.

[urfavnegronerd]

boxer boy pt.2

warnings: swearing, use of the n word, grammarly edited, proofread, nun too serious

a/n: giggled while writing this

w/c: 2.1k ish

published: august 7, 2023

That Saturday, the air was brisk and slightly windy from the fire escape outside Kori’s bedroom where she and Lilac were doing homework

“So you met that guy right?” 

“Which guy? Can I use your sleeve, my uniform doesn’t clean my glasses right” 

“Blind-ass. Sure,” Lilac sighs,  rolling her eyes “That guy I was telling you about?” 

“Thanks,” Kori mumbles, pulling the spectacles off their nose “I mean, I met a guy, he’s cool I guess,”

“Yeah? What’s his name?” 

“Miles,” 

“What’s he look like?” 

“Don’t you have English homework to do?” 

“It’s just some stupid notes on some random-ass personal narrative we read in class.” she sighs “Tell me about this boy,” 

“Ion know shit about this boy, Lilac, all I know is he likes my shoes and knows Kendrick Lamar,”  they reply “Why does it matter?” 

“Because it’s a boyyyyyyy, you been all busy in them lil classrooms in shit,” 

“I ain't busy I’m focused, there's a difference” 

“Yeah whatever, do you think he’s cute?” 

“I dunno, I barely spoke to him,” 

“What? I bust my ass trying to find you a friend and you barely spoke to him,” 

“You literally just texted someone, calm down,” 

“Same thing, come on K dot, you know what I mean,” 

A sigh, then an eye roll. 

“Do your homework, Lilac,”

“You’re no fun,” 

Did Kori think Miles was attractive? It’s hard to tell, they just met for heaven's sake, what was it supposed to be a love-at-first-sight thing? He’s literally just a guy, Kori knows plenty of guys. 

“So, what about that girl, Kori?” 

“What about her?” 

Jakobi pointedly glares at Miles, popping his head out from behind the bag. 

“What?” 

“Miles, nigga, can you not be so hard-headed for once?”  

“What?” 

“Would you take a hint?” 

“I already told you, ain’t lookin for a girl,” 

“She doesn’t have to be your girl man, I’m just tryna get you out there,” 

Miles pauses and steps back from the bag swiveling his head to look at Jakobi. 

“Fuck’s that supposed to mean?” 

“You been different since your dad man, I’m just trying to get you more Miles, bruh, that’s all. Nun too serious,” 

“Nigga–” 

“I get that the process is different for everybody, but come on your dad wouldn’t want you to be this fucked up about it for this long,” 

“Yeah, whatever,” 

“So? What’s Kori like?” 

“They’re aight I guess, cool shoes,” 

“Other than they shoes, bruh” 

“Nice hair I guess, you want the bag?” 

“Stop changing the subject, and yes I do,” 

The two briefly switch spots. 

“So?” 

“What?” 

“You want to get to know her at all or?” 

“I guess,” 

“That’s enough for me,” 

“Can you actually jab?” 

“Shut the fuck up,”  

The following Monday, the air was light and chilly while a snake of less than enthusiastic students make their way up to Visions Academy. 

“Hey, hey, hey,” 

“Hi, Miles.” Kori turns, pulling out their earbuds, “How was your weekend?” 

Falling into step beside her, Miles shrugs. 

“Aight I guess, training, and then homework, you?” 

“Training?” 

“Boxing,” 

“Oh tight, my grandfather used to watch old matches when I was little,” 

“You box?” 

They snort. Miles pauses, examining the air around the two of them, Kori’s face more specifically. How her nose turns up and how their mouth stubbornly contorts and twists up into a smile, how there's just barely a gap between her two front teeth. Not too serious for braces.

“Fuck no, ‘m not coordinated enough for that,” 

“Yeah? Doubt it,” 

“Fuck you mean ‘doubt it’?” 

“All I’m saying is I see what you be painting in AP art, that's not uncoordinated,” 

“Keeping tabs on me, Morales?” 

“You wish,” 

“Whatever,” 

Oh shit.  

“I’m just saying, what you be doing has to have some sort of coordination,” 

“Not really,” 

Miles raises his brow. 

“Girl, be for real wimme right now,” 

“I am being for real,” 

“So them lil characters you be painting, no coordination?” 

Was Miles looking at her paintings? 

“Nah,” 

“Girl that's bullshit if I’ve ever heard it,” 

“I guess there's some coordination behind it, Ion think so though,” 

“So, who’s your favorite boxer?” 

“Adonis Creed?” 

It’s Miles’ turn to snort and Kori’s turn to observe. Miles had slight dimples on both sides of his face, and his braids traveled with him. Bright white teeth hidden behind a full pair of lips, but his bottom lip was bigger than the top lip. His nose crinkled slightly, but mostly from the side.  

Oh fuck.

“Are you for real?” 

“Partially,” 

“For real, though” 

“Tyson prolly, I’d say Ali, but that's cliché” 

“Them cats is intense,” 

Oh shit. 

“I guess, they’re good though,” 

“Yeah, they are,” 

“Where you transfer from?” 

“What?” 

“I mean, Ian seen you around here since last month,” 

“Maybe you jus aint look in the right places,” 

“I got eyes everywhere,” 

“Oscasio Charter in Brooklyn Heights,” 

“Oh no shit, my boy goes there,” 

“Small world,” 

“Hey, so–” 

The two get cut off by the warning bell. 

“See you in art,” 

“Uh, yeah, see you,” 

What the fuck just happened? 

Six hours later, Miles bounds down the stairs to the unusually full gym, meaning there were only two extra heads in the gym. But shit adds up. And, Kori was there? Alongside an unfamiliar face and Jakobi. The air in the gym was unusually stuffy and hung heavily in the air. 

“Aye, Ma–” 

“Jakobi, nigga get the fuck off Kori,” 

“Ain’t nobody say I was talking to her,” 

“Ion want your raggedy ass neither,” 

“Yeah, alright,” 

“Kori?” 

“Oh, hi,” 

“I thought you ain’t box,” 

“Lilac wanted to try it,” 

She waves from behind Kori. 

“Oh,” 

“Yeah,” 

“Miles!”  

“That’s Alexei, I’ll see you, Kori,” 

“Yeah, see you,” 

They turn around to a seemingly bursting Lilac. 

“Girl what was that?: 

“What was what?” 

“You’re so ridiculous,”  

“What?” 

“Nevermind,” 

“Okay, you tying your gloves wrong,” 

“Smartass,” 

Lilac was off, somewhere learning the ropes from that Jakobi guy and so Kori was off and alone. Too nervous to leave Lilac alone, because this was an all-guy gym, they decide to look around. With wide eyes, they ogle at everything within a two-foot radius. The gym smelled pungent, but what else was she to expect from a boxing gym damn near next to the sewers in Brooklyn? Lightly running her hand on the wall, she walked the perimeter observing, the wall was a mixture of cool and damp. She gently began to weave in between the rows and rows of bags, eyeing anything and anyone in sight. Anyone including Miles. He was good, with clean technique, power exuding from each and every jab he threw, gentle muscles jumping out from under his muscle tee, sweat dotting his forehead and collecting on his brow. Eyes level and focused, slightly narrowed. Focused and… a little beautiful, not that Kori would ever admit it. 

“You wanna try?” 

Kori snaps out of their trance. 

“Hm?” 

“Wanna try?” 

“Oh, uh, I probably shouldn’t” 

“Oh right,” He breathes “Uncoordinated,” 

“You have an excellent memory,” 

“Just one punch?” 

Kori rolls her eyes and laughs, slowly trekking over to the bag Miles was stationed at. 

“Ion even know how to throw one,” 

“It’s easy, come here,” He gently tugs at their wrist, “It’ll be fine.” 

Sidling up behind her, his breath tickles at her neck, hands resting on their waist.

“This okay?” He whispers in their ear, breath hot on their neck. 

“I’m not sure this is a good idea, Miles,” 

“I know what I’m doing, now, put your legs shoulder width apart,” 

“Like this?” 

“Yeah, now bring your hand up and keep your elbows in,” His hands move to guide their arms, adjusting his head to rest on her shoulders. “And then extend your arm, but not all the way through, leave a little bend in your elbow,” He mumbles, guiding her arm forward so their knuckles lightly brush the leather of the bag

“Why aren’t I fully extending?” She whispers, breath lightly hitching in their throat.  

“So you don’t waste time trying to bring the fist back,” Miles tugs their arm back, gently leading her arm to their side again. 

“Oh,” 

“It’s about mostly about power, speed comes second,” He steps back, “Throw one again,” 

Throwing a gentle punch again, she complies and turns to look at him again, a smile dancing on their lips as she shoves their glasses up her nose. 

“Like that?” 

“Kinda, your recovery is a little on the slower side, but for a beginner, that was good,” 

“Told you,” she giggles stepping away from the bag. “Uncoordinated.”  

“Nah, you just need practice,” 

“Yeah, whatever, boxer boy,” 

“You’re a trip, Kori,” 

“I know.” They shrug “I got Astronomy homework, see you tomorrow Miles,” 

“Yeah, K dot, see you,” Miles replies, jogging backward and waving lightly.

“Lilac?” 

“GIRL–” 

“Tone it all the way down,” Kori yawns, rubbing their eyes, leaning back in her chair. 

“Whatever, what was that?” 

“My calculus homework, you interrupted it,” 

“Not that you nerd, at the gym earlier,” 

“What was what?” 

“Ugh, how thick skulled are you?” 

“Judging on your tone, very,” 

“Kori he likes you,” 

“Who?” 

“Oh my god, Miles,” 

“No, he doesn’t,” 

“I don’t think he teaches just anyone how to throw a punch, much less like that,” 

“Like what?” 

“All up behind you,” 

“Oh my god, it was nothing,” She knew full and well it wasn’t nothing. But Miles was just a boy. 

“Whatever, what’d your mom make tonight,” 

“I’m in the Visions dorms during the week,” 

“Ugh right.” She scoffs, “You think you can sneak out?” 

“Lilac,” 

“What?!?” 

Kori laughs, rolling her eyes. 

“I’ll see you later K dot,” 

“Bye Lilac, love you,” 

“Love you too, bye” 

And then Kori was alone, silence flooding the dorm as a gentle October breeze wheezes through the dorm. Again, she didn’t necessarily hate Visions, they just hated how it made her feel. Small, like, playground small. Sighing, they warily look out the window at the last sliver of sunset dancing over the buildings and streetlamps. Huffing and returning back to the last of her homework, they rest her head on her hand, back to solving calculus problems. 

Hours later, tying her braids into a scarf and lazily stuffing them into a bonnet, they lazily make their way to bed, rubbing their face and yawning. Flopping down onto the stiff Visions Academy mattress, she sighs and yawns staring at the ceiling, when there's an abrupt scream and a flash of purple outside her window. Stumbling across her dorm, tripping over stray textbooks, and sloppily driving her glasses up their nose, she presses against the window. 

“What?”   

Almost as if on cue, the flash of purple appears again dragging a semi-lifeless body behind it, tying it to a streetlight down the block from her dorm. The Prowler. Brooklyn’s finest vigilante, what seems like the only person looking out for the city, making it a little safer for everyone. Older women stayed out a little later, laughing on city buses, young children skipped rope on their stoops a little later each night, and Kori felt a little better, walking home from the bus stop.  

Adjusting herself to see a bit better, leaning up on her tiptoes and craning her neck she fuses her face to the window, what was going on? Quickly and quietly sliding the window open, they lean out and bracing their arms on the windowsill, craning her head as far as humanly possible. The Prowler’s claws are extracted from his metal gauntlet in one quick motion, as he stands menacingly over the seemingly lifeless body, waiting for it to make a move. 

From down the street, another figure jogs up and joins him. The second figure is clad in a black zip-up hoodie and a ratty pair of sweatpants, face covered by a surgical mask. But those eyes, Kori has to have seen them before, intense and focused, narrowed in concentration. Where had she seen them? As the almost-familiar figure bounds up to the Prowler's side, Prowler speaks in a deep, almost demonic, warbled voice.

“Clean it up,” 

Instantaneously, Prowler's gone, speeding down the street on a purple motorbike. The hooded figure sizes up the body slumped in front of a streetlight, throws its head back, and sighs. Frantically looking both ways down the street to find not a soul lurking, the silhouette pushes back their hood. Those braids. She had to have seen them somewhere, two cornrows, tightly woven onto their scalp with a slight taper fade sharply dividing the skull from the nape of their neck. 

“Miles?” Kori whispers, pulling herself back into her dorm and shutting the window in haste.

Oh shit. 

taglist: @lunarfleur @mayeluvsu @kombuuuuuuu @nagi3seastorm @n1cole-ghost @milesmolasses @hearts4hobie @hummusxx

a/n: bounce concepts off me in asks/ leave reqs

🩷 reblogs are always appreciated for reach <3

xoxo,

rae <3

[smrsxx]

Never Let Go Of Me | Zlatan Ibrahimović x Female Reader | Soulmate AU

Summary : She hadn't fully realized yet of how observating he was over her , until she stumbled upon a number of videos adout their relationship on Tik Tok .

TW : Zlatan ( because he is a warning on his own - that's why I like him btw - ) , obsessiveness , possessiveness BUT FLUFF

This can be read as a Part 2 of Expect The Unexpected or as a stand alone .

P.S. This idea came up to me at 2 a . m . while I was listening to the song Never Let Go Of Me by Baltra and it made me think of him and now I can't stop listening to it .

English isn't my first language so if you spot a mistake just bare with me .

5k words : \

Enjoy < 3

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Reader's POV

I was laying in my bed for the past 10 hours since when I woke up I had a headache and a high fever . I took some pills and decided to stay in bed , but my body had other ideas because it decided to bring my period and with her cramps as always .

Zlatan was back in Milan training for an upcoming game this weekend .

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' ' I was supposed to fly to Milan for the game today but i have a fever and I don't want you to catch something and don't be able to play . I know this game is very important to you . I'm sorry I can't make it . ' ' I said to him over the phone .

' ' What ? You're sick ? Fuck the game . I'm coming home right - ' '

' ' No , you don't have to . ' ' I said to him . ' ' You don't have to worry for me , I'll be fine and I'll be watching the game . ' '

' ' Are you sure you don't want me to come ? ' ' He asked me .

' ' Yes , I'm sure . Now go on and try not to smash people . ' ' I said to him and he started laughing .

' ' Can't promise anything . I miss you and I love you . Pet Flyffy for me okay ? ' ' He said to me before we hung up .

' ' I will . Miss you and love you too . ' '

I looked besides me over to Fluffy . My fat orange cat . I pet him in the head and then went back to sleep .

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I wake up after a few hours and I realise that the game is suppose to start in a couple of seconds . I turn on the TV and wait for the game to start .

Until then I decide to open Tik Tok to respond in some of the videos that my best friend sends to me everyday .

I saw some videos of funny and cute animals , some cars and memes until she sends to me this .

-> You need to watch this ASAP ! ! !

I click on the notification and then I came across a Tik Tok account about my relationship with Zlatan .

In all the videos I could see him watching me all the time from the field while he was training or playing a match , studying my figure in every way possible or making sure that I am okay .

In some other it's him and I in our cars or us walking in and out in the AC Milan stadium .

-> Yo . . . the fans are going wild over this .

My best friend texted me and I open the comments .

-Omg look at the way he is looking at her . I swear they are so cute .

-Find someone who looks at you the way Zlatan looks at Y/N .

-He is so observating . Are we sure that he isn't just jealous ?

And then . . . I suddenly started remembering all these times . All the times that I was looking at him not knowing that he was looking at me back in silence . I see his face and by the look on his eyes I can feel the same thing that he felt at the moment .

I remember the first time that we argued . An opponent of his said something disrespectful about me and in a matter of seconds Zlatan had pussed him on the ground so harshly . He was so mad that not even the whole team couldn't take him away . I remember the coach begging me to come and help the situation . The moment I touched his back calling his name everything stoped . He got a red card and he was disqualified for playing in the next 3 matches .

When I tried to talk to him , he got mad and we started fighting .

I remember him being so angry with everything . Angry at his opponent and what he said about me , angry at his coach , angry at his teammates and angry with himself because he was shouting at me .

But the second he saw the tears escaping my eyes he stopped and he wrapped his hands around me for a hug .

The sound from TV made me escape my thoughts .

I closed my phone and I tried to focus on the game .

Zlatan had already scored 1 goal and everything seemed to be okay .

After a couple of minutes I open up my phone to text him knowing that when I wake up he will be besides me sleeping peacefully .

' ' You were so good today . I miss you and I can't wait for you to get home . I love you . ' ' I texted him .

' ' I was good because you were watching . I'll be home in a couple of hours . I love you too . ' ' He texted back but before I could response I fell asleep with a smile waiting for him .

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Tags : @unimportantbabymilksharkte

[souichieatr]

idk if you’ve read the manga ‘to say the least, this is love’,,, but could you do like opposites attract with shinichiro; silly little delinquent x serious college student 😇😇

maybe like they meet and start to run into each other a bunch more, shinichiro is very vocal about him starting to develop feelings and the reader is very straightforward and only focused on studies. but starts to warm up to him and he starts giving reader rides to class on his bike and whatnot🤭🤭🤭 sorry this explanation is so long idk how to put it in shorter words T^T

— cigarette with his number on it

a/n: absolutely LOVE LIVE LOVE shinichiro with a partner like this so i decided to write a little story not completely the ask (i got off topic) BUT PLS DO ENJOY

warnings: none?? , wc 1029

“Hey Y/n do you have a pencil I could borrow?” Shinichiro leans over to his right to whisper to the girl taking notes.

"I gave you a pencil last class shinichiro.” She whispers back, not looking up from her notes.

"The class was last week. How am I supposed to keep track of a small pencil?” He pouts and crosses his arms. Shinichiro was always like this unprepared for class, late, cutting classes. Shinichiro watches Y/n write her notes grabbing a pen underlining what she found important. He had always found himself watching her; they did share a couple lectures and he made sure to grab the seat next to her in every one. The professor asks if anyone has any final questions before dismissing all the students.

“Hey Y/n what are you doing tomorrow?” Shinichiro asks while the girl picks her things and packs them away.

“Homework” Y/n responds walking past shinichiro but he follows quickly behind her.

"Cmonnn it’s Friday there has to be something else for you to do” he whines he can tell he’s annoying her by the way she clenches her pen.

"I don’t see why you care so much of what I’m doing with my time.”

"You’re doing homework instead of going on a date with me.” Shinichiro pouts as Y/n rolls her eyes. Shinichiro has been asking her out since their first class almost 6 months ago and each time Y/n has denied him but today will be different. Shinichiro smirks, stepping in front of the girl stopping her, taking the pen out of her hand, ignoring her glare. He takes his pack of cigarettes out and fishes one out then puts the pack back into his pocket.

"I don’t think you’re allowed to smoke on school property.” She says flatly he chuckled at her.

"I’ve seen you study at the Coffee Bean so you’ll meet me there” he says writing on the cigarette. “And before you say no just take it as you’re already going to be studying there and I just happen to show up at the same time and since we’re friends I sit with you and we have coffee.” He grabs her hand, opening it and gently placing the cigarette in it and putting her pen in his back pocket. “Text me for the time you’ll be showing up.”

"Give me my pen back Shinichiro.”

“You’ll get it back when we meet at the Coffee Bean.” He winks at her then walks away. She looks at the cigarette shaking her head and puts it in her pocket.

Setting her things on her desk with a sigh, pulling her phone out of her back pocket, something falls on the floor. Looking down she sees the cigarette rolling on the floor she bends down and picks it up.

“Wow Y/n new hobby?” Her brother says looking at the stick in her fingers for a second but not sticking around for a response making his way to his room. Sighing again she looks at her phone typing the number.

I want my pen back.

Shinichiro hates to admit it but he’s nervous, walking to the spot he agreed to meet her at. Brushing his hand through his hair as he catches sight of himself in the mirror. Walking in with a deep breath he finds her in the dark corner face deep in her book.

"Y/n? What a coincidence” He says walking her with a smile on his face.

"Hello Shinichiro” She says, breaking away from her book. “You didn't bring your books?”

“Watching you study gives me all the satisfaction I need”

"What does that even mean?” He laughs at her comment. She goes back to her book and starts to write something down when he catches sight of her pen.

"Do you like spiderman?”

“What?” She stops writing to look at him.

“Your pen.” They both look at the kiddish pen sitting in her hand, it's blue with the character spiderman around the top.

"I mean yeah it's the only other pen I had since my other one was being held hostage.” She said, twisting the pen between her fingers.

"So it was just laying around?” He says with a smirk.

"My brother gave it me as a joke”

“You have a brother?” He says, eyes widening a bit. She raised an eyebrow nodding her head.

An hour had passed and the two never seemed to notice, lost in their own world. Y/n closed her book, setting it off to the side much to Shinichiro’s pleasure. The two talked about their siblings, why they applied to college, shared stories about middle school and spiderman which Y/n is a big fan of Shinichiro found out. Every time Y/n giggled at his stories his cheeks burned she was beautiful he thought to himself. Looking down at her watch Y/n’s eyes widened.

“Oh wow I didn't mean to talk your ear off” she says giving him a soft smile.

“I like seeing your face not in a book” he says smiling at her in return leaning on his hand. She gave him a glare and started to pack her things. “Do you have to be somewhere?”

"I told my brother I would pick something up from the library for him it closes soon”

"Do you want a ride?”

"Are you sure? I've never seen you even walk by the library” she says giggling remembering the time she was studying and instead of walking past the library he went to the opposite side of the street.

“Well you'll just have to hold my hand so I don't run away” he says, snatching her bag and swinging it across his shoulders as he stands up.

“Just say you want to hold my hand Sano” she says standing up next to him. He nudges her towards the door with a crooked smile as he shakes his head.

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[specialinterestshows]

Join your girlfriend’s found family for a meal in this latest chapter of my Rhea Ripley x lady!reader fic.

Warnings for this section: Hickies, dirty talk, scratch marks

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Absolute Smokeshow (Part 45 of ?): Five Is Company

“Time to wake up, beautiful.”

The words float toward you, gently trying to pull you from the comfort of rest.

“Five more minutes,” you groan with the effort it takes to speak.

“I already gave you five more minutes.”

“You did not,” you protest.

“Babe, I love you,” Rhea sighed as you felt her shift on the bed, “but you keep falling asleep and I promise you will forgive me for this.”

“What do you-“ you squeal as her fingers find your sides, trying to push Rhea off you and wriggle away at the same time.

"Are you awake yet?" she laughs, giving you one last tickle before letting you catch your breath.

"You're so mean," you say, panting and taking in the morning light, "I feel like I hardly slept."

"We did get a bit busy with other things, but you didn't seem to mind," she ran her hand along the scratches at your lower back, "I got a lot of good marks on you last night - should remind you and everyone who sees them that you're mine for quite some time."

Feeling your face grow warm, you bury your face in the sheets for a few seconds before peeking your head out again, meeting Rhea's gaze.

"Anyway," she continued, watching you stretch and start moving over to your closet, "I wanted to take you and the guys out for a meal before we have to start heading to the next location."

"That sounds good to me," you yawn and rub your eyes before unceremoniously removing the clothes you slept in, "So am I driving you to the hotel or the meal spot?"

"I'll text Dom and have him bring my stuff," Rhea says, sounding distracted. Turning around, you find her staring at you hungrily and chuckle, "We don't have time for that!"

"A girl can dream," she responds, biting her lip before grabbing her phone and tapping at the screen as you continue changing.

A short while later, you pull up the car to what looks like a biker bar with outdoor seating. Already at opposite ends of a large table, partially sheltered from the sun by the building's shadow, were Damian and Dominik facing Finn and a man you were unfamiliar with. Damian seemed to be seething silently, looking up occasionally to glare at the stranger. Finn, on the other hand, was the most at ease you had seen him yet and didn't seem to want to stop talking to the unfamiliar man.

"Do I need to worry about things being thrown between those two at this meal?" you ask Rhea as the two of you walk over to the group and catch their attention.

"Finn and Damian?" she seemed to have been sizing up the situation as well, "I don't think Finn will risk it in front of his... friend?" you gave each other an understanding smile - Finn may have bet against Rhea's coming out for a reason.

Damian's entire demeanor changed as soon as he saw you and Rhea walking up - his scowl broke into a grin and he gave a provocative whistle at the two of you.

"Priest!" Rhea scolded, instinctively putting an arm around you.

"How else am I supposed to react to what you've done to this poor chica?" he asks, gesturing to the hickies all over your neck and peeking out from the bottom of your shorts. You adjust your shirt to make sure it's covering the scratches on your back, which also doesn't escape his notice. The blood rushes to your face as your body is now under the scrutiny of everyone at the table - all of them thinking of how Rhea had left those marks. Dominik had a knowing smile that also seemed to say he was happy for you, Finn couldn't stop wiggling his eyebrows, and Finn's friend...

"Enough about my girlfriend," Rhea says, turning to Finn, "Have you finally brought a boy home to meet your family and turn you into an honest man?" - she nodded at the man sitting next to him.

"This is an old friend of mine, J.D. McDonagh," Finn says, flatly ignoring Rhea's gentle ribbing, "I wanted to introduce him to the Judgment Day-"

"When he wasn't even invited," Damian interrupted, scoffing, "When he isn't even part of the Judgment Day!"

"Oh and Rhea's girlfriend is?" Finn shot back, immediately looking over at you and apologizing, "Sorry, I just don't see how this is an exclusive meal, y'know?"

"Look, everyone who is here is here," Rhea said, keeping an even tone, "We're going to sit down and enjoy a meal together. There will be no in-fighting and no throwing of food. Got it?" - she looked around the table as everyone nodded their heads - "Good. Now let's order."

[end part forty-five of ?]

Part 46: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/729116478018895872/absolute-smokeshow-part-46-of-tjd-telenovela

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[ddejavvu]

for your multiverse monday consideration, i present to you:

college au with stepbro remus, where either you go to the same college, or maybe someone's visiting along with parents, where one of them sneaks into the others dorm/apartment/house or whatever

totally okay if you don't wanna write this, i just love your writing!! <3

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

this post is 18+ (and so are its characters) and dark, minors dni.

Being in a frathouse is a nightmare. It's an even bigger nightmare when the bed you're sleeping in temporarily belongs to your step-brother, the man who's taking far too long to brush his teeth in the dingy bathroom. You hadn't seen a single toothbrush in said bathroom last night, when you'd crept through the halls past two a.m, but you also hadn't seen any toilet paper, and you're certain they use that at least a few times a week.

You hear footsteps coming up the stairs, and you assume that maybe Remus had gone to one of the downstairs bathrooms. Maybe that's where their toothbrushes are kept, in some communal holder that gets spun and mixed up far too often.

But when the door's thrown open and you're caught beneath the sheets, still scantily clad in just Remus's shirt, it's not your step-brother at all, but his father. Your step-father.

"Dad!" You choke, yanking the covers up around your neck, "Oh my god, what are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?" He raises a suspicious eyebrow, "I thought this was Remus's room."

"It is!" You answer too quickly for your own good, cursing your inability to improvise on the spot, "Uh, I came over for a movie night last night. He lets me have the bed when I'm here."

Your stepdad stares at you, long, hard, contemplating your lie. You're praying it lands, you're praying to whatever god would take pity on you now, that he doesn't question anything, that he takes your word for it.

And he does.

"I always knew I raised him right." The man breaks into a grin, "What, he slept on the floor?"

"Uh, no," You breathe easier, "Couch downstairs. He'll come in to change any minute, I reckon."

The man nods, stepping forward to perch on the end of the rickety bed. You curl your feet in towards you, sitting up against the wall behind you and keeping the covers around your chest.

"So, bug, how have you been?" He cocks his head, "Haven't heard much from you since you started this year."

"I'm sorry," You feel a pang of guilt in your chest, perhaps not just from ghosting your family's persistent check-in texts, "I've just been rather busy. It's nice, though! Really, I like it here."

"Good." He nods, smiling and patting your blanket-covered legs, "I was nervous about letting you come here, what from all of the wild stories Remus told me from his first year here."

"Yeah," You laugh awkwardly, your face heating up, "He gets himself into crazy situations."

None, perhaps, more crazy than this. Remus comes through the door completely shirtless, a drop of water from brushing his teeth perched perkily on his pec, and you can pinpoint the second his stomach drops when his eyes land on his father sitting beside you.

"Dad," He starts, stiffening in the doorway, "You're here?"

"I am," He nods cheerily, "Had to come check on you both, make sure you're not getting up to anything stupid."

The textbook definition of stupid, albeit a supplementary one, would probably be sleeping with your step-brother, so you suppose your step-dad's concern is warranted. But you laugh, saving Remus.

"I don't think anything crazy can happen when you're sleeping on the couch for the night." You eye Remus intensely, trying not to let your eyes drift to his chest, "'Don't even think you can have crazy dreams on something that uncomfortable."

"Right, the couch." Remus nods, relief seeping through his frame, "Yeah, a nightmare, that was."

"Well I'll let you two get dressed," Your step-dad stands, smoothing out the jeans he's wearing, "Do you often walk around shirtless, Remus?"

Only when you're here, Remus thinks, but does not speak, instead gesturing at you, "Well, I wasn't exactly expecting her to be awake."

"I couldn't sleep either," You admit, not when you're not here, "Not when this thing feels like a slab of concrete. Seriously, Remus, do you ever sleep?"

Not when you're here, "You get used to it."

I hope I will, "Right. Well, get a shirt, then."

I want the one you're wearing, "S'cuse me," Remus slips past his dad, and you keep your eyes strictly averted until the man leaves, shutting the door behind him.

"Shit," Is the first thing out of Remus's mouth, a sharp exhale, "Good thinking."

"We need to put a bell on him or something." You grumble, letting the covers fall to reveal most of your stomach that's exposed beneath Remus's KISS crop top, "'Swear I almost posed for him 'cause I thought it was you."

Remus shudders at the thought, "Never pose for my father, please."

"Oh, now the stepfamily thing bothers you," You tease, watching as Remus slips on a school t-shirt, "Alright, hypocrite, I promise."

[exo-xexo]

Starflare

Author Note: Hello @dreamylittlesugarcube! I am your secret Santa this year! I hope you like this little story! (Also, if you would like me to write a little prequel for you, I totally wouldn't mind. This little note will hopefully make sense once you read the story). I really hope you enjoy it, happy holidays! @exols-silver-christmas

WC: 3,016

Characters: Do Kyungsoo, Reader

You don't really know what Kyungsoo has planned. He sent you a series of text messages last week and then went radio silent. You're mad at yourself that you didn't notice it had been a week since his previous message. Work had been crazy lately, especially with the end of the year just around the corner. You kicked off your shoes and entered your house. Today had been such a long day. The thought of food didn't even appeal to you right now as you dragged your feet across the carpet and collapsed on your couch. You draped your arm over your eyes; a nap sounded really good right now. Whatever Kyungsoo has planned can wait.

Just as you were about to fall asleep, a knock at your door caught your attention. Turning on your phone, you looked at the door confusedly to see if there was another knock.

Sure enough, another knock pounded on the other side of the wooden door. You live alone, and it's pretty late in the day. No one texted you that they were coming over, and you don't remember agreeing to have company over tonight. Dumbfounded, you stood up and quietly walked over to the door. Looking through the peephole, you sighed.

Kyungsoo is on the other side of the door.

Opening the door, you give him the best-annoyed expression you can manage.

"Are you ready to go?" Kyungsoo asked, ignoring your clear annoyance.

"Hello to you too, Do Kyungsoo. Where am I supposed to get ready to go?" You asked, leaning against the doorway. Now it's Kyungsoo's turn to be confused. He whipped out his phone and scrolled through it.

"Ah, what a shame. My message wasn't sent. Well, anyway, go back a bag." Kyungsoo let himself into your tiny home.

"Hang on, mysterious stranger. Why am I packing my back?" You closed the door behind him.

"We're going on a trip! I remembered that you said you have this next week off. So, I planned a fun trip for us." Kyungsoo kicked off his boots and walked over to the same spot you occupied on the couch. You watched as he made himself comfortable. You thought about his response for a moment. Kyungsoo's right; you do have this next week off. You weren't really planning on doing anything special. You might have cleaned a bit on your week off but didn't have your heart set on it.

You moved to your bedroom and grabbed a small suitcase. You started to pack it with enough clothes for the whole week. You weren't sure how long you would be gone since Kyungsoo was purposefully vague. It's colder than you like it to be, so you make sure to pack some warmer clothes. Since Kyungsoo said you two are going on a trip, you grab your food journal and put it in your little backpack. This food journal has a leather binding with a charming custom design on the front and back covers. It's the first present you ever got from Kyungsoo.

 The two of you bonded at a new restaurant in Seoul. The whole concept of the restaurant was to match you up with a stranger and have dinner with them. Before you went, you had no idea what you were getting into. Your friends had planned it all very well. They would ask you random questions throughout the month that had seemed random. They then put in a profile for you at this new restaurant. They told you that all of you were going out for a night out, and they had sent the cost to everyone in the group chat. You paid for it without worrying; honestly, you thought the five of you were going to a carnival or something. Without their intervention, you would never have given the restaurant a chance. The whole concept of being a blind date filtered by the restaurant just seemed so weird.

When you arrived at the restaurant, you were convinced your friends stood you up. However, they all showed up late. You weren't expecting to be separated from them as you were led to a different table. They had sat you down at a table with a piece of frosted glass between you and the other patron. At first, you didn't say anything. You just wanted to eat the food that you already paid for. This restaurant was costly.

When the first course came out, a filet with a small side of pea puree and ridiculously small dots of a red sauce, the man on the other side of the table began to criticize how the meat was cooked. When you cut into your steak, you notice the man was right. You then heard him laugh at the amount of sauce placed on your plates. After about three dishes that weren't up to his or your standards, you joined in with him. The two of you had a great time, and at the end of the night, the Chef came out to meet with everyone and ask about their experiences. When he got to you two, he held two bags. 

Apparently, the two of you had both been dragged to the restaurant by your friends, and the Chef was told that you two needed to find a common interest to bond over. The Chef gave you both bags that held the real dishes of the night to take home with you. The Chef had purposefully cooked poorly on your dishes to get you two to open up to each other. When the meal finally ended, all of you could stand up and meet the person you had dinner with face to face. The meal itself went so well that Kyungsoo asked for your number. You don't usually give your phone number to strange men, but that was the point of the whole dinner. So, you gave him your number. It only took a few days for him to call. When he did, he asked you to go to a normal restaurant on another date. After the way you two met, how could you turn down dinner at a normal restaurant?

It was an extraordinary experience that made the two of you become friends. Then, the two of you were hanging out together whenever you could, and today, apparently, that means you're going on a sudden trip. Once packed up, you rolled your little suitcase to the living room. When you walked back in, Kyungsoo wasn't paying attention to you, so you cleared your throat to get his attention. Kyungsoo stood up and grabbed your suitcase from you.

"Are you ready to head out?" Kyungsoo asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be, are you going to tell me where we're going?" You asked as you pulled on your shoes again.

"Nope, it'll be a surprise." Kyungsoo opened your front door and waited for you to follow him. You shut off the lights and locked the door behind you.

"Really? You're not going to tell me anything?" You asked. Kyungsoo shook his head stubbornly and put your little suitcase in the backseat of his car.

"Hop in and trust me a little, would you?" Kyungsoo closed the back door and got into the driver's seat. You stood outside the car momentarily; what's the worst thing that could happen? So, you hopped into the passenger seat.

"Alright, let's go have an adventure." Kyungsoo smiled at you and pulled off. You thought he might take you to the lovely hotel you like on the other side of Seoul. That thought soon changed when Kyungsoo got on the street to go to his house. Once there, he parked in his driveway and took out both suitcases.

"The secret place is your house?" Not that you're complaining; his home is pretty awesome. He's got his own wine room and a lovely kitchen set.

"No, my home is closer to the subway we need. We need to get over to the train station. Our train leaves in an hour." Kyungsoo locked up his car and started walking down the street to the subway entrance. Kyungsoo is lucky you trust him. An hour later, you ran to your departing train as fast as possible. Luckily, you got there on time.

"Alright, now that we're all settled in, why don't you rest your eyes? We'll be on here for almost two hours." Kyungsoo said as he settled in right beside you.

"Or you can tell me what we're doing? Or even where we're going?" You made yourself comfortable and looked at him.

"No can do! It's a surprise. I'm sure you'll get it once we get there." Kyungsoo pulled a book out of his backpack and flipped the pages open. You rolled your eyes and leaned against the window. A little nap wouldn't hurt anyone.

"Hey, we're at our first stop. It's time to wake up." Kyungsoo informed you quietly.

"Okay? Where is here?" You asked back quietly as you got reacquainted with the world.

"The train stop." You had to hold yourself back from smacking him. You decided to stop trying and follow his lead. You grabbed your backpacks and your little suitcases to head off the train.

"Thankfully, our destination is just ahead," Kyungsoo commented once you exited the streets.

"Yongin?" You looked around; it's been a while since you've visited Yongin. They have some fantastic restaurants here; you're delighted you grabbed your food journal for this trip.

"Yeah! Wait until you see where we're staying; you'll love it!" Kyungsoo smiled back at you as he grabbed your hand. The two of you looked around as you walked another five minutes from the train station.

"I wanted to come back here; I just couldn't find the time-" You cut yourself off as you noticed the hotel just down the road. It's a hotel with a fantastic restaurant inside.

"Let's go check into our room, and then we can head down for our reservation," Kyungsoo suggested as he moved forward. You pulled him to a stop.

"Kyungsoo, this hotel is costly. I can't even imagine what they charge for food here." Part of you wanted to scold Kyungsoo for spending money on the hotel, let alone going to the restaurant.

"It's okay. You don't have to worry too much. I saved up enough for both. This is a gift, so don't go planning on how to pay me back. This is your holiday, and it will be a great one." Kyungsoo pulled you closer to him and started walking both of you to the hotel.

Of course, the lobby is completely decked out for the holiday. The CEO spared no visible expense on the decorations. Kyungsoo went to talk to the hotel receptionist, and you decided to look around. It looked just like a hotel from the movies, with giant chandeliers hanging from the ceiling; the bulbs almost looked like they were in the shape of snowflakes. There's gold plating everywhere, from the buttons on the couches to the bottom of the walls. There was a massive fireplace in the middle of the room that didn't actually have a fire in it. Once you got closer, it became clear that it was one of those fancy televisions on top and then a heater on the bottom to create the illusion that there was actual fire.

Kyungsoo called your name and waved around the key to your room. He must be eager to get into the restaurant. Last you heard the waitlist was out for a couple of months. Your room matched the lobby in terms of coloring. Gold plating is all around the granite countertops and on the handles of the dressers. Complementary chocolate sat on both of your pillows. Curiously, you opened up the cabinet next to the small refrigerator. There's a small jar in the shape of a bear, and inside it are gummy bears. Since this is your holiday and it's supposed to be a great time, you're taking the gummy bears. Kyungsoo walked into the main room and looked at you curiously. You looked back at him and, without blinking, dropped the jar of gummy bears into your backpack.

"You know when you leave, you'll have to pay for those, right?" Kyungsoo asks. You laughed at him and shook your head. Walking straight up to him, you patted Kyungsoo on his lapel.

"No, Sir. You will pay for those when we leave because I am on holiday." You said with a smile. You could see the cogwheels turning in Kyungsoo's head before he caught on.

"Since it is your holiday, you can have the bear jar." He rolled his eyes at you. Kyungsoo quickly got into a fancier attire for dinner.

"I didn't bring anything fancy with me." You put your suitcase on the bed and look through your outfits to see if anything fits fancy.

"It doesn't matter what you wear because you'd outdress the whole restaurant in just your pajamas." The confidence Kyungsoo has in you astonishes you sometimes. Once he's in his suit, he comes out to help you pick an outfit. The two of you agreed on a nice black top and slacks.

"Okay, get dressed. We'll have to be on the elevator in ten minutes." Kyungsoo informed you while looking at his watch.

"It won't take me ten minutes to get ready." You hated the stereotype that it takes women forever to get dressed up. Sometimes you need the extra time, and sometimes you don't. It really depends on the occasion.

At least, that's what you thought. It took around ten minutes to put together the perfect look. You and Kyungsoo headed to the elevator, and he pressed the button labeled 'R' on the bottom. When the elevator opened again, you were in a dark hallway. The dark hallway opened to a beautiful room with lights on the ceiling that mimicked the stars in the sky. A hostess smiled at the two of you and greeted you happily.

"Welcome to 'Starflare'. Do you have a reservation with us, or would you like to make one?" Obviously, with how you two are dressed, you are here to eat. You also know she needs to ask anyway because sometimes people just show up when they're not supposed to.

"We are here for our reservation. It's under Do Kyungsoo," It didn't take the hostess to find his name. Then, you find yourself following her. She led you through the restaurant to a lovely table in the back. On the table was a centerpiece of Stargazer Lilies and a few white tulips to make the lilies pop.

"How did they know I like Lilies and Tulips?" You asked Kyungsoo as the two of you sat down.

"I have no idea. I heard this place is pretty magical, though. Maybe that has something to do with it?" Kyungsoo shrugged his shoulders with a smile. The hostess handed you some menus and promised to return with your drinks shortly.

"How did you get a reservation here? I thought they were months out?" You asked, putting the menu aside.

"They are I called a few months ago and placed the reservation." Kyungsoo also put the menu aside.

"I figured we could let the chef surprise us for dinner tonight; what do you think?" Kyungsoo asked and then thanked the hostess for coming back with your drinks.

"That sounds fun, let's do that." It would do your heart good to not look at the menu for too long. The waitress came by to collect the menus and take your order. She was pleasantly surprised to hear you wanted the Chef to decide your course for the night. If Kyungsoo trusts this Chef, then so do you.

"Brought me out here just to eat, huh?" You asked as you took a sip of your drink.

"Well, it is your holiday. I wanted to make it nice and relaxing. You can't be stressed while eating a good meal." Kyungsoo reached across the table to hold your hand.

Not long after, your first course was brought out. A filet with a small pea puree side and ridiculously small red sauce dots were on the plate in a particular 'fancy' pattern. You looked at the plate confusedly, then at Kyungsoo. On the other hand, Kyungsoo looked totally amused. The Chef came to the table after the food had been set down. It was the Chef from that strange blind date restaurant.

"Welcome! I thought you two might appreciate a call back to your first date at one of my restaurants." The Chef laughed as he patted Kyungsoo on the back.

"We'll eat this for now, but you better have some amazing stuff back there!" Kyungsoo stood up and shook the man's hand.

"You two won't know what hit you!" The Chef promised; he nodded at you and then turned away to return to the kitchen.

"Let's try some real food from this guy. I've heard he's a great matchmaker in the kitchen." Kyungsoo said as he sat down with a big smile on his face. Suddenly, the night became a lot more interesting.

"So, this is the trip?" You asked curiously.

"All week, you get to try some amazing dishes and put them in your journal, hopefully alongside some pictures to capture this wonderful holiday we're going to have." Kyungsoo sat up straight, obviously proud of himself. You look at the plate of mediocre food before you and then smile at Kyungsoo.

“This time the food will actually be good. I was promised by the Chef.” Kyungsoo informed with as he cut into his own steak.

"Ah, what the hell? It better get better than this." You joked as you cut into your steak. Just like the one from months before, it was a little overcooked. With Kyungsoo by your side, you're not worried. This will be an excellent and fulfilling week. Kyungsoo reached over to hold your hand as you began the first of many dishes. There’s nowhere you’d rather be with him, just like it started.

[onthewaytosomewhere]

Maybe 6 for junora for the ficlet game??? 🥹🥹

thanks for the prompt luv - have another junora going so this is good practice 💚

alright so my first ever written on my phone in the car ficlet - so hopefully I didn't totally mess up anything grammatical....posting this on the app is weird too - so hopefully it's not all messed up 🙂

June throws her phone down on the bed, yet another text message sent to Alex; she really hoped for all their sakes he and Henry figured their shit out – a moping Alex was not a pretty sight. From what they heard from Bea and Pez, Henry wasn’t much better. She is lost in thought and just staring at the tabloid open in front of her, not really taking in any of it, when Nora says it, so quiet June almost misses it. June looks up from where she is lounging on her bed, stack of tabloid magazines in front of her, “I’m sorry, could you repeat that?”

Nora sighs, “I said, What is it going to take for you to realize I’m in love with you? I have been doing my damnedest to get you to realize it, but I’m at my wit's end attempting to figure out what will actually work.”

June sits up, knocking the magazine off the bed in her haste, “Wait, are you saying …” She shakes her head to clear the jumble of thoughts racing through her head, biting her lip in contemplation. “You’re saying …” She’s still unable to finish a thought to get it out. Nora looks at her so fondly that she wonders how she didn’t realize her feelings were reciprocated. Her smile is flirtatious and sweet in a way June didn’t know was possible; it makes her wonder how many times that same smile has been directed her way without her noticing.

“Apparently, being clueless about people being in love with you is a Claremont-Diaz thing, not just an Alex thing. I mean, after the hotel in LA, I thought you might finally realize it, but no, so then I made up that lame-ass excuse about sending the pics of us kissing to Pez. I’ve been hoping you would realize we were something worth taking a chance on for so long now I don’t even know if I know when it started anymore.” Nora sighs, in a hopeful but defeated way that June didn’t know was possible.

“I thought those things were just fun for you; I mean, we all said that our times were just for fun. I didn’t realize you would be receptive to more. Hell, I really am as clueless as Alex, if this isn’t something new. Although I guess it could have just been me attempting to cover up my own feelings that I wouldn’t have noticed. Nora, I’ve been thinking I could be in love with you for so long. I suppose I could pull an Alex and give ya a big romantic gesture if ya want –“

Nora’s lips pressing against hers cut off whatever else she may have said. June’s not even sure when Nora joined her in the bed, but she’ll think about that later. She kisses Nora back, pouring everything she has into this kiss, wanting to show Nora just how much she wants this. They make out for what could be hours but could only be minutes, and as she looks up from the spot where Nora pushes her back onto the bed, she’s just grateful she didn’t have to cause an international scandal to find what could be the love of her life.

*quick edit cuz when i re-read some of the grammar bits were making me sad lolz

[independentzaun]

15 Questions for the writer

Tagged by @misstantabismuses @saviourofzaun and (on my other blog) @bioniczaunites

Tagging: Going to be honest I'mmmm pretty sure everyone I would tag has already been tagged buuut. @gauntlets-shot @misfits-of-zaun @perfect-fourth @sxlemnity @nithhaiahh @fleetingreflection @xxsacrificiumxx @elisethetraveller and you person reading this

1: Are you named after anyone?

Not really no. Not named after any relative or anything else like that.

2: When was the last time you cried?

Hmmm, really actually cried...I don’t cry often, but probably at some point during this last winter. There were a few times I was in a bad spot.

3: Do you have kids?

Nope, and to be honest that is not going to chance. No kids, no desire for kids, and I don’t think I’d be a good parent if I’m completely honest.

4: Do you use sarcasm a lot?

When talking to someone I know (talking talking not just texting or chatting or discord or whatever) I have been known to be a bit sarcastic, but over the years I’ve toned it down and gotten less sarcastic for one reason or another. So short answer is no, not really. Not any more.

5: What's the first thing you notice about people?

I have never thought about that honestly. I am generally really good at noticing if they have tattoo’s visible (I like tattoo’s and have a few my own so it’s more curiosity than anything else), but I suppose first thing is… how they are dressed. If they have a hat on that has a slogan on it that makes me think they wouldn’t like someone like me, if it’s the middle of the day but they have on a nice dress or are other wise dressed well, a coat with patches on it or on the back, or whatever all else. People can tell you a lot by how they dress.

6: What's your eye colour?

Just brown I guess. Nothing special.

7: Scary movies or happy endings?

So first of all, IMO even most movies with “a happy ending” don’t really have a happy ending if you start thinking about it and what would probably happen afterwards and I have a real bad habit of thinking to myself “so what next?” and with a lot of movies “what next” is either a hasty bad marriage or trauma or something else. Leaving that aside… scary movies. Which as a random note IMO those are honest in a weird way about their endings. Yes the survivor/s are absolutely going to be traumatized, and scared, and have SO much to deal with afterwards but they did survive and that’s something (obviously excluding the ones in which no one survives). I wouldn’t say they have “happy” endings, but they (generally, there’s exceptions) have honest (within genre conventions yes of course the killer in a franchise didn’t actually die and if they did they will come back for the next movie or be replaced by someone in the same mask or whatever) endings and I like that.

8: Any special talents?

Does anxiety and thinking too much count?… Jokes aside I personally would say no, and before anyone says anything about my writing or whatever. It’s not a “special talent” it’s entirely too many years of writing into too many different places and reading too many books and I still have so many ways to improve.

9: Where were you born?

In the USA. I am well aware that doesn’t narrow it down a lot, but I think it gives you enough. I will say I’ve lived both West coast, and East coast, and have driven through a good chunk of the USA although not all of it.

10: What are your hobbies?

Currently, modeling (gundam models mostly), leather crafting, writing (role playing, I don’t really like writing just by myself except for drabbles to expand on stuff for RP purposes generally), and video games.

11: Have you any pets?

Two cats, and one dog. One of the cats was kind of forced on me, but it is what it is. They all have a home here.

12: What sport do you play/have you played?

I don’t play sports. Just not my thing personally.

13: How tall are you?

Five foot ten inches. Which looking at other peoples heights makes me kinda tall I guess.

14: Favourite subject in school?

I don’t know that I had one. I ended up getting a GED, and than when I did college I went for a computer science related degree and realized by the end I did not want to do that for a career so… that’s a bit of a problem. If I had to pick something I’d say probably history. It’s always interesting learning about the past.

15: Dream job?

I am going to be real honest here. I’m over thirty (which isn’t old but in conjunction with the next bit...) and disabled. I don’t have a dream job. My dream is to be able to consistently take care of everything around my house, and in my personal life to the standards I’d prefer. Not to mention I’m literally not allowed to make over a certain amount if I want to keep something that’s currently giving me health care and the like so there’s that.

Now for something less woeful, I will say that I would eventually like to start making money off of my leather crafting. Not to support myself with or whatever, but just so I can get back some of the money and expense that I put into it. I would just have to be careful with how much I make, and look into paying taxes and all on the sales.