#how dare he not wear these again for the rest of the film

[tonightisforever]

let’s all have a moment of gratitude for those three seconds in The Firm where Tom wears those slutty little wire-rimmed glasses

also these

[i520u]

⌕ dates with riize 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

hello briize hello riize lovers i’m one of you please keep the requests coming

PAIRING riize x gn!reader (not proofread!)

TAGS sfw, fluff, headcanons

OSAKI SHOTARO ༄

literally all sunshines and rainbows throughout the rest of the relationship

if you get into an argument with him that has GOT to be your fault idk what to tell you

i feel like he’s the type of boyfriend to teach you how to drive

and when you hit the curb he’s like “that’s okay! we can try again when i fix the car!”

but at the same time he’s gripping that roof handle in the car for dear life but he’s just too sweet to tell you that your driving’s horrible

he never lets you drive again btw

HE’D FILM SOOO MANY DANCE TIKTOKS WITH YOU!!!

also i feel like instead of a gf effect, it’s the opposite with him because he gives you the bf effect

your entire fashion style is gonna change for sure like have you seen this man? that is a man of AESTHETICS

would be so enthusiastic with teaching you all the tiktok dance steps

and none of these tiktoks are cringe they’re actually those cool ones

the type to hug you at the end of the tiktok video or kiss the temple of your head idk…

i imagine his ideal dates might be cafe hopping/cafe hunting all across tokyo or just shopping around shibuya

takes you to one of those claw machines while you’re shopping and he’ll try winning you a random plushie of an anime that neither of you watch

so now you have a random plush of like… some dude from haikyuu

would pay for your drinks btw (coffee, milk tea, matcha)

SONG EUNSEOK ༄

OK LISTEN.

cake decorating

he just looks like he’d enjoy doing that like did you see how proud he was wearing that hello kitty hairclip

please this man is gonna hear you suggest it and he’s like “LET’S GO!!”

craziest part is that he’s gonna eat you up at decorating it too

you’ll see him make a cute flower on his cake using the cream and you’re like “how did you do that :( how dare you be better than me :(”

and he’s gonna giggle nervously and his face is gonna turn a light shade of red while he helped you out

“i’m not better than you, we’re equally good.” and then he compares your cakes together and the only reason why yours looks ok is because he helped you for the most part

if you genuinely feel a little gloomy that yours looked bad he would purposely mess up on the rest of his cake

because eunseok will never be caught dead leaving his beloved partner unhappy, no matter how small the issue might be

i feel like he would notice those little shift of emotions that you have that even you barely notice

and he’d do his best to cheer you up because you’re just his everything </3

after the cakes are done he takes 282629 pictures of you and your cake and then he’d probably say things like “keep posing, you’re so pretty”

i think most of his dates would involve domestic things like that

if you don’t live together he’d crash to your house, help you deep clean the entire house and he considers that a date too

a little bit more low maintenance when it comes to relationships if that makes sense

also i think he’s not very clingy but he LOVESSS a clingy partner even if he doesn’t verbally say or show it

he’s always have a light blush on his face whenever you just cling on him

so please cling onto him as much as possible

JUNG SUNGCHAN ༄

just a feeling… but

gym dates 😭

and he’s so cheesy about it okay like at first you’re reluctant because the thought of going to a gym scares you

but then the first time you go there and he’s like so touchy with you in a good way

purposely standing so close to you while he helps you out with the equipments

maybe at one point he’s even like “yeah just do it like that.” while helping you out with the weights and then giving you a kiss on the cheek

which catches you off guard you almost dropped the weights but he was holding it with you so you’re good

when you blush he would let out a flustered giggle and won’t comment on it

and then you make it even worse by saying something like “i’m just flushed from the workout” and he’s like “sure babe”

would always be close to you just in case you’re caught underneath the weight and you can’t lift it up anymore

at the end of the date you’re like “i can’t move my legs” and then he just carries you

takes you out to eat something sweet afterwards

he’s going to be all smiley the whole time too

at the end he’s like “didn’t i tell you it would be fun? do you wanna go to the gym with me again next week?”

if you say no he’s not gonna sulk and punch the wall or something he’s just gonna be like “aww that’s alright too.” and then kiss your head

then he would say something like “you were incredible on your first try though, i’m proud of you.”

clenches fist i want him so bad…

PARK WONBIN ༄

i swear wonbin’s a little weird

like have you seen his tiktoks… something’s strange about that man

i think he stated before that he loves shopping so you KNOW what that means

always send you vids he sees on the internet about some new shop opening up in hongdae or something and he’s like “let’s go bae”

sends you the weirdest tiktoks and is like “you”

and then you’re like “wonbin what”

and he won’t elaborate

sends you his fit checks

if you don’t approve he will actually sulk i’m not kidding

sometimes when he’s bored he’d write a song for you

like not a singing song but a musical one from his guitar if that makes sense

he loves matching with you. matching earrings, matching clothes, matching beanies.

ohh i feel like he’d also do those cute couple videos on tiktok like you know he would slow dance with you in the snow and post it for everyone to see this man LOVES soft launching you

his soft launches are also by no means him trying to hide you or keep you a secret, it’s more like… he just likes to have a mysterious vibe to his online person 😍

also i think he loves leaving kisses on your neck whenever you snuggle up to watch a movie or something

like you’re talking to him while you’re on his lap and he’s just like “mhm, and then what?” and then he gives you kisses down your jaw and neck

he’s all over you PLEASE no matter in public or private and it’s even worse (or better 😜) in private too

HONG SEUNGHAN ༄

definitely a gamer bf

dates with him involves him going out to see the sun for the first time that week ❤️

i’m just kidding but your dates probably involves a lot of going out because you feel like this man NEEDS to get some sunlight

also one of the guys that enjoys PDA

he wins the idgaf war he would kiss you at any point of time if he suddenly feels like it

you can just be talking like straight up gossiping about something that happened between your aunt and a scammer and he would just…

he would just grabbed the sides of your face and plant the deepest kiss ever

and then you’re all flustered and he would burst into laughter

he’s the biggest flirt ever he has this one stare that would leave you WEAK in the knees

definitely has a habit of staring at your lips when you talk which makes you SOOO nervous

plays with your hands or hair while you talk

just a thought but he’d definitely run his thumb over your lower lip after he kissed it WOAH

calls you with the most generic pet names but god it makes you run LAPS

also when you come over his house he’d make you pull for him on that FIFA game idk how the game works but i hope you get what i’m trying to say

LEE SOHEE ༄

AH i feel like him as a bf is so fun

he looks like so much fun from the instagram/tiktok posts tbh

the most normal boyfriend ever help idk how to explain it

sends you pictures of him at work with captions like “fighting my hardest battle (i’m at the work i willingly applied for)

various dates

he doesn’t always suggest ideas for dates but he goes ALL out for you when you suggest them

you want to watch the sunset? best believe he’ll take you to the prettiest beach he could find for you to enjoy

you want to have a movie date? he’s gonna set up the projector at his house HIMSELF

i don’t think he’s very keen on kissing in public but he has no problem holding you close to him

holds your hand, holds you by your waist, EVERYTHING

takes 0.5x pictures of you from your forehead

he has a picture of the two of you completing a heart drawn on your cheeks as his lockscreen

always yapping about you like

“my lover made me this lunch”

“my lover gave me this for my birthday”

“my lover tied my tie for me today”

his favourite type of dates are karaoke dates sorry like this man is beyonce’s son he’s GOING to use that godsent vocals of his

also i feel like anniversary celebrations are so grand with him his love for you is so genuine he wants to give you the world and more

i want him so bad… he’s my goat

ANTON LEE ༄

dates are SOPHISTICATED

he’s bred in BOSTON you know he goes crazy with that shit

make you dress up fancy in silk and satin and stuff everyone once in a while to take you to a fine dining i’m so serious

takes you on concert dates too

like… mitski or laufey or niki zenfaya concert dates

he would lift you up on his shoulders during these concerts so you would see clearly

also likes backhugging you

he’s so soft spoken so you don’t have the heart to ever start any arguments with him

when he was a swimmer he’d give you those vip pass or something (idk how dating an athlete works oops)

after his competition finish and he’s still wet from the water and its just covered by his towel and swim attire, he would go up to you with a flushed face and would ask you if he looked cool or not

i think he’s the type to enjoy talking to you most of the time during dates or just like an everyday occurrence

like he loves staring into your eyes as you speak he loves you so much but he’s too shy to tell you that so often

he’s not the type to just blurt out “i love you” but you can just tell that his feelings for you are true from the way he stares at you

would let you decorate his hair with your hairclips and would wear them out for the rest of the day

he’s soooo smitten by you it’s crazy

[propertyofwicked]

WORKPLACE PREDICAMENT - LN

part 2 to homesick <3 (potentially a part 3 incoming?)

warnings - none, just heavy on the angst, hurt/comfort and a cheeky bit of fluff

masterlist

the sun rose late, light shining through the window, illuminating the empty white walls. y/n scrunched her eyes up, the sun too bright, as she kicked herself for not shutting her curtains when she went to bed the night before. it took a moment for her to even realise she was laying on her sofa, the chair so new and unused that the fabric was stiff, uncomfortable, and digging in her side. she pushed her body upright, her eyes searching for her phone as her mind ran over the events of last night.

she’d fallen asleep in the offices, lando had driven her home, and sat with her till she fell asleep. no, she thought, shaking her head - he held her till she fell asleep. and if she digs deeper in her memories, the feeling of his lips pressing a soft kiss to her head as he whispered goodnight plagues her brain, pulling at her emotions. she’d promised not to let her school girl crush on a colleague get out of hand, but when they kiss your head and hold you till you fall asleep - what else is a girl supposed to do?

y/n didn’t dare to imagine the HR nightmare this could be if she allowed the situation to develop, so much so that she sighed in relief that she had to following week booked off to allow her to move in and settle in the new flat.

lando, however, was panicking.

he’d awoken several hours before her, the jet lag complicating his sleep schedule. he wasn’t sure how long he’d spent staring down at her sleeping form, legs curled up into her chest as her head rested on his lap. his fingers played with strands of her hair, tucking them behind her ears as he fought back the urge to bend down and kiss her again.

their close friendship was inevitable, everyone thought so. their personalities complimented each other well, the two of them could always be found giggling about something together. however, it was only in this moment that lando realised his need to be near her, his calm nature when she was present at his races or the urge he felt to always make sure she was alright was more than friendship. he wanted to know everything about her, her favourite colour, what she was allergic to, how she got that scar on her knee.

the reason he felt an overwhelming urge to care for y/n the previous night, and the strong desire he felt to do it every night became clearer and clearer with every corner lando turned on his way to the mclaren offices. he had a strong feeling it was the same reason he felt ridden with guilt when he prised her arms from him this morning, holding her head gently before lowering on to the sofa as he snuck out of her flat.

lando norris had a crush. a HR violating crush, that could destroy her entire career if he acted on it.

as he walked into the offices, he found himself face to face with oscar, who looked him up and down for a moment, deep in thought, before returning back to his face, eyes widening in realisation. until that very moment, lando had forgotten about the reason he had even been in the offices at 3am that morning, the events of the night returning to his mind. he hadn’t been home in between, he was wearing the same outfit oscar had seen him in mere 5 hours before, however his clothes now had y/n’s vanilla perfume embedded in the fibres.

lando shook his head at him, pleading for the australian to stay silent. his eyes darted around, looking for an empty side room, before nodding his team mate in that direction, silently telling him to follow him.

“so…” oscar started, closing the door quietly behind him, “how is she?”

“she’s… good?” lando replied, unsure where to start.

“and you’re in the same clothes because…?” oscar continued, leading the conversation for lando to fill in.

“i haven’t been home?” he replied wincing a little at how it sounds, “but nothing happened. she was upset, so we watched a film and she fell asleep on me.”

“right,” oscar nods, starting to understand. secretly, he’d always rooted for y/n and lando, noticing the connection between the two of them as many others had.

“she hates being alone,” lando added, still trying to justify himself, despite oscar never accusing him of anything, “the new flat, she hates it. too quiet, too lonely. she just needed someone there.”

“not someone, lando, you. she needed you there,” oscar replied, deciding to finally bring up the elephant in the room. lando didn’t respond, deciding to nod at his team mate whilst remaining deep in thought.

“and i wanted that. i liked that she needed me,” he said finally, looking up to see oscar’s face bearing a satisfied smile.

“what did she say to you when she woke up?” oscar asked, with genuine interest. lando grimaced again.

“she didn’t.”

“what do you mean she didn’t?” oscar asked, confusion written over his face until - “you left while she was asleep?”

“i needed to go to work and she just looked so peaceful and-” lando started, sighing deeply before his next statement, “and then i realised i wanted to see that every day. her waking up, getting ready, you know, like, domestic stuff. and then i realised i like her a lot more than i thought i did, and a lot more than HR would be happy about.”

“fuck HR,” oscar said, clapping his hands onto lando’s shoulders, “you like her mate, and i know she feels the same. do what makes you happy, worry about the consequences later.”

“she likes me back?” lando asked, smiling at the news, whilst choosing to ignore this new side of oscar who suddenly doesn’t think about consequences.

“everyone sees the way she looks at you. you could literally kill a puppy and she’d still look at you as if you hung the moon and stars.”

lando nodded at him, feeling the conversation come to a natural end as they left the room, starting up a new conversation about the meeting they had later that day.

lando decided he’d speak to her about it when she came in for her shift later, he started planning how he’d ask her to join him for dinner that evening, or maybe he’d invite her out for a late night drive. but his chance never arose, y/n never showed up.

and he didn’t see her in person till the following week. he had walked into the paddock, his mood still low when y/n still hadn’t been at the offices, or on the jet for the race weekend. he knew she was ok, as she had been interacting in their work associated group chats, all the while leaving his texts on delivered for hours, and only responding with the bare minimum when she did.

had he gone too far? he hadn’t meant to call her angel, he hadn’t meant to over insert himself in her life. did she know how he felt about her and it wasn’t mutual?

he’d spent the whole week beating himself up, believing he’d made her so uncomfortable that she’d gone MIA, and despite oscar’s reassurance, he couldn’t help but be miserable. but upon entering the mclaren hospitality centre, he heard her all too familiar laugh, his eyes immediately darting around the room till it settled on her frame. her hair was tied up in a low bun, keeping her hair from her eyes as she conversed with oscar.

he walked up to them slowly, anticipating a negative reaction from y/n, but once again found himself surprised when she turned and smiled at him.

“hey, we wondered where you’d got to,” she started, “i need to take a few pictures of you both in the garage for instagram. maybe a track walk video for stories?”

he nodded at her, dwelling on her almost professional tone. she was smiling, but there was no friendly teasing about how late he was, no jokes about his hair being a mess.

“just gimme 2 minutes to dump my bag and im all yours,” he replied, smiling at her again before locating his personal room.

im all yours ran through y/n’s brain like a mantra that day, it felt like her brain was bullying her, constantly reminding her that he was in fact, not all hers. she’d spent the week thinking of lando, and only him. how he speaks, how respectful he is, his charming nature, his curls. he would be the death of her, and she could never have him. ultimately, she decided that distancing herself would be the best course of action. keep it professional, keep it friendly, keep your job - she tried to remind herself every time she caught herself staring at him for longer than normal.

y/n wholeheartedly believed the rest of the weekend went well. she got her job done, remained professional and kept all her clothes on when lando stepped out of his car, sweating lightly and looking as if the gods had sculpted him.

lando wholeheartedly believed she was being insufferable and childish. she wouldn’t talk to him if it wasn’t work related, always managed to be ‘busy’ when he needed to talk, and spent more time talking to some of the engineers than she had ever spoken to them before. he was seething. he wasn’t annoyed at her, per say, more himself for letting it happen.

which is how he ended up outside her hotel room, knocking aggressively on her door 3 times before stepping back and fiddling with his fingers.

when she opened the door, lando stuttered saying hello, taken aback at the way her hair framed her face. she was wearing one of his old t-shirts he’d given her after a work christmas party - it hung low on her, almost covering the small cotton shorts she wore underneath. to him, she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

“lando? what’s wrong?” she asked with genuine concern, her voice soft as her eyes widened at him. but for some reason, this angered him. how could she not know what was wrong?

“what’s wrong?” he repeated cruelly, watching as she flinched back at his anger, “you. you’re what’s wrong. why have you been ignoring me all week? i understand you were busy but not even a text back? and then, i see you in person and you act as if you hardly know me?”

he doesn’t know why he’s lashing out at her, it was as much his fault as it was hers.

“i had the week booked off,” she started explaining, noticing how lando’s face contorted from anger to guilt, “i booked it off so i had a week to move in to the flat and get settled. i didn’t text you ‘cos i was trying to move my stuff in, all whilst getting wifi installed and sorting out my bills?”

now, she was annoyed. she was giving him space, protecting herself from inevitable rejection. she knew she wasn’t being the best of friends, but that didn’t give him the right to turn up at her door and shout at her.

“and you couldn’t tell me that?” he argued back, “takes all of 20 seconds to put that in a text, y/n. i could’ve helped you move your stuff in. look, if i’ve done something to upset you, i’m gonna need you to tell me. ive been racking my brain for a week and not one thing is standing out to me.”

“look, lando. i’m sorry if you felt neglected, but i just needed to sort some things out. i’m here now, aren’t i? been here all weekend?”

“barely,” he snorted in response, anger still running through him.

“barely?” she questioned, “im right here? i did the track walk with you? i was in the media pen for your interviews? ive been here all weekend.”

“no, y/n, you haven’t. work y/n has been here, she’s been doing her job all week. my y/n is no where to be seen.”

her heart fluttered slightly, he claimed her as his own. she had to take a step back and remind herself that it meant nothing.

“i’m sorry lan,” she replied sadly, “i’m trying. i am. it’s just been rough recently.”

“i know, y/n,” he said, his tone softening for the first time in the whole conversation, “but im here for you. i want to be there for you when things get rough - why wont you just talk to me?”

she contemplated telling him the truth then and there, his sad eyes tempting her more and more every second she looked at them.

“i can’t talk to you about this lando. not right now,” she replied, pushing the door to close between the two of them. his foot stepped out, stopping the door from closing fully.

“y/n, i am in love with you. and i don’t know why or when it happened, but i am. and if that makes you uncomfortable, tell me to stop. but i want to be with you, i want to know your past, i want to be in your future. please, y/n, let’s just talk about this,” he pleaded, laying his heart out on the table for her to see.

“goodnight lando,” she said bluntly, slamming the door shut. lando stood still, his blood ran cold, his heart plummeting, and the hallway fell silent. he heard the lock turning on her door, and turned to leave. but then he heard it, he heard her sobs through the door, and the fabric of her t-shirt sliding against the door as she fell to the floor.

something told him to leave, but her door felt like a magnet, pulling him towards it, as he slid down to the floor resting against it. lando heard the way her breathing faltered, air getting caught in the back of her throat as she cried.

“y/n, i know you can hear me,” he started again, turning to speak to the door, “please, y/n. talk to me. what’s wrong? have i ruined this? ‘cos im more than happy to move on and pretend i didn’t say anything.”

he heard her sniff, taking a deep breath in as she did - he knew this was her attempt to regulate herself.

“i can’t lose this job, lando. i spent so long getting to where i am now - i can’t risk losing my job,” she said, her head in her hands and tears continued to spill.

“why would you lose your job over me loving you, y/n? that’s on me.”

“because i love you too,” she replied, defeated.

lando is pretty sure this is both the best and worst moment of his adult life. she loved him back, but she still sat on the floor of a hotel room, crying out to him from behind a locked door. he didn’t reply immediately. he understood her fears, he too had considered the impact on both of them if anything ever happened between the two.

“i love my job, lando. i love working with you, with oscar. hell i love everyone i work with. and i can’t put myself in a position of losing that all because i love you more than anyone else.”

oscar’s words ran through his mind on a loop - fuck HR, worry about the consequences later.

“y/n, please open the door.”

she said nothing, and his heart dropped once more, until he heard the click of the latch, and felt the door move from his back. he looked up at her once more, noticing that she still looked beautiful with puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. he scrambled to his feet, taking the girl in a tight embrace as he walked the two of them into the room.

“i didn’t want to leave you that morning, you know.”

“i know,” she said, nodding into his shoulder.

“i just - i panicked, you know?”

she moved back, looking up at him confused - why was he panicking? mclaren were never going to sack their star driver over a workplace relationship.

“but then oscar said something that resonated with me.”

“you told oscar?”

“oscar knew before i did,” he said, shrugging, keeping his hands firmly on her waist.

“what did oscar say?”

“he said fuck HR. at the time, i didn’t see anything wrong with that. i knew you liked this job, but i was so ignorant to think you’d risk your career for me.”

“it’s not that i don’t want to, lan. im scared,” she replied, tears still rolling down her cheeks as her mind plagued with guilt.

“i know, angel,” he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead again, “i’m sorry for putting this on you. whatever you want to do next, i’m happy to do. if you want me to leave and never talk about this again, that’s fine.”

“i just need some time,” she said nervously, “i need some time to think. that’s not a no, it’s not a rejection. i just need some time.”

he nodded at her, not necessarily happy about the outcome, but happier than he had been all week.

“and that’s perfectly fine. you tell me when you’re ready and we go from there, ok?” he told her, raising a hand to push the hair out her face, before coming back to wipe away the stray tears on her cheek.

“do you want to stay?” she asked, pulling her hands away to twist her fingers around nervously, “we could watch a film?”

“i’d love nothing more,” he replied, smiling down at her.

he threw himself on her bed, as he always did, making sure he didn’t overstep her boundaries. this whole situation was new to the both of them.

“your hair looked shit this week, you need a trim,” she said randomly as she joined him on the bed, as if she’d been dwelling on it for a while. lando snorted, laughing at her abruptness.

“there we go, there’s the y/n i know - my y/n.”

[sturnioz]

Matt would be the type to help his gf get ready to go somewhere 🤧💜 He'd (try to) style her hair and give kisses telling her how pretty she isss

waittttt i have something similar-ish written in the drafts for a next drabble. i'll post it under the cut here instead

you're sitting in front of your mirror on the floor, applying your most favourite shade of eyeshadow to your lids and mouthing the lyrics to a song that plays from your phone in the background, while matt clings to your back from behind — his arms wrapped around your middle and legs on either side of yours with his cheek resting on your shoulder.

his steady breathing confirms that he's asleep, and the hands that are splayed across your stomach that twitch every so often prove that he was dreaming. you didn't mind the stuffy position you were caught in, you found comfort in his embrace, you felt at ease.

although, you did find it difficult to do your hair, so you decided to leave it until the last second, not daring to move too much as you were afraid you'd wake up matt.

you knew he hasn't been sleeping well — being too busy filming youtube videos and travelling to places to get the best content possible. he was, undoubtedly, a people pleaser. and as much as you loved that about him.... you also hated it. it constantly caused disagreements between you both when you demand that he needs to put himself first.

but similar to you, matt is stubborn. he doesn't listen. he thinks he can carry the entire world on his shoulders. but then he crumbles and you're there with that 'i told you so' look on your face — but your arms are still open wide, waiting for him.

finishing your eyes off with a quick coat of mascara, you lean your body forward to get closer to the mirror with the lip liner in your hand, creating too much of a movement that the arms around your waist begin to tighten.

"don't move..." matt whispers tiredly, rubbing his cheek against your shoulder as he tries to tug you back into him.

"i'm trying to do my lips," you tell him while doing do, trying your hardest not to laugh and mess up anything up as matt awkwardly shuffles to get closer again. your eyes meet his through the reflection. "did i wake you up?"

"m'yeah — mhm." matt mumbles with a nod, unlocking his hands from around your middle to dip beneath the shirt of his that you're wearing, the pads of his fingers pressing against your warm skin. he caresses your stomach gently as he watches you apply the lipstick next, a tired smile falling on his face at the way you pucker your lips.

he almost asks for a kiss.

seeming as he's now wide awake, you take this opportunity to fix you hair, some hitting matt across the face as you move your head around but he blows it away carelessly before offering to do it himself.

his hands slip away from beneath the shirt to grab what was needed while you ramble on about something passionately which results in you moving your head a little too much for matt, and he tugs your hair in warning, sending a small glare through the mirrors reflection before resuming.

matt does what he's seen you do a million times before — copying your routine with precise before he manhandles you around to have you sit facing him on his lap. you remain unfazed by his actions, allowing him to do as he pleases, and he holds your face in his hands as he carefully checks over your hair for anything out of place, but he smiles widely when he spots none.

"looks good?" you ask him.

"mhm — you look pretty, baby." matt compliments you, and he leans forward for a kiss but you yell about your lipstick and not wanting him to smudge it, and you throw your head back as you threaten him, but matt refuses you listen as he grabs your face and yanks you towards him, grinning as he captures you lips in a tender kiss.

[angeliconstell]

Deadly Prank - Danny Johnson x F! Reader

Words: 2.96 K

Setting: It's Halloween night and you're home alone when you get a prank call from your roommate Danny.

Warnings: NSFW, Minors do not interact! Fingering (f! receiving), some knife play, tit play, vaginal sex, smut.

A/N: This is probably going to be my first time actually posting a fanfic on here. It's going to be kinda slow, not going straight into the NSFW. I've been writing for awhile, just never got around to actually posting. Anyways, sorry for the steaming, hot sin and I'm open to requests!

"It's Halloween night! C'mon, you're supposed to be dressing up and going partying!" Your friend was almost mocking you through the phone. You had decided not to go to the Halloween party that night due to your ex possibly being there. He caused enough shit for you and you already made an agreement with him that you would never be around him again. Not really an agreement, but more of a promise because he wouldn't dare even agree with you on boundaries. "I don't want to go. You already know why." Your voice was sharp when speaking, you wanted to get your opinion across your friends thick skull.

"Find then, puss. I'll make sure to send you some pics from the party." And with a click, it was silent again, she had hung up on you yet again out of not getting her way. You settled back on the couch, flicking through the various channels on the television. Most of the channels were playing horror movies and classic slasher films since it was Halloween day. Besides Hallmark, playing the cheesey romance Halloween romcoms that they always played. With an annoyed sigh, you tossed the remote onto the floor, settling on watching Rob Zombie's version of Halloween. A wonderful version of the classic.

Everything seemed perfect for a moment, you, a good movie, a soft blanket, and popcorn. The smaller moments of peace are what made you happy when your roommates weren't around. All of that was instantly ruined when your phone started that annoying ass buzzing again. You almost put it on mute until you caught the glimpse of your friends name from earlier and her profile picture popping up. She was calling again? Usually when she got pissy, she wouldn't talk to you again. Maybe this time it was an actual apology instead of a "fuck you, I hate you" from her.

"What do you want?" You answered after making her wait until the last second before the call went straight to voicemail. Because if she was going to be petty, so were you. You turned the phone on speaker, resting it against your chest as you turned your attention to the TV.

Nothing. Silence.

The call was just silent. Maybe just a butt dial? "Hey! You there, asshole!" You yelled into the phone, knowing that when you did that, you pissed her off. Still nothing, but in some sort of response, heavy breathing. It sounded like the breathing was coming from one of those cheap, plastic Halloween masks that scare actors would wear at scare attractions. This was probably a prank. It was probably one of the guys your friend hooked up with messing around with you. "Very funny. Call me when-" You were cut off by a wet sound from the other side of the call.

It sounded like someone had spilled water on the floor, or your friend had booty called you while she was puking from being shit faced drunk. "She's was a pretty girl, y'know?" A gruff, deeper voice at the other end of the phone wasn't what you were expecting. "It's a shame she was out by herself. Right outside your house too. How pathetic."

You quickly hung up. You didn't even bother hearing the rest. Whoever was pulling this joke on you was absolutely sick if they thought this was hilarious. You could still feel the lingering, darker thoughts at the back of your mind. "What if she was in danger and I just left her?", you had though to yourself. You quickly pushed the thought as you turned your attention back to the TV. Surely it was a joke. A damned sick joke. It all felt so surreal, until your phone buzzed again with the call.

"Who ever the fuck you are, stop! This joke isn't funny!" You answered, your anger and fear making you more hostile than needed. "Woah, woah. Settle down, baby girl. Just wanted to chat." The voice on the phone paused for a moment. "You hang up against and I'll gut you like a god damn pig, got it?" His words were immediate ice down you spine. You were tempted to hang up, but in a way, you were actually fearing for your life.

"You were the last person your little friend called. You denied her proposal to come with her to that little college frat Halloween party. You could've saved her, but she died alone." The voice had started to chuckle, low, deep, taunting you with the underlying guilt you now had. He was right, but in a sense of him trying to manipulate into feeling guilty. "She was alone. Just like...you." The lights cut out, everything blended in with the darkness of the night besides the faint blue glow of your phone screen lighting your face.

All was silent except for the panicked breathing that was now coming from you. You were praying to whatever god that existed that it was just a shitty prank from your roommates. "I recommend you hide, sweetheart."

Click.

He was gone and you were left alone in the mind numbing silence that followed. You looked around to check if any of the blinds were open, thankfully, they were not. So whoever was outside, couldn't see you. You darted upstairs, your hands trembling on the railing as you practically had to drag yourself upstairs. You were so panicked that you just wanted to collapse and cry. Tears burned in your eyes. The cool air was harsh on your lungs, leaving a burning effect. You paused as you heard something. Was that footsteps? Fucking Christ, that was footsteps. You let out a panicked scream as you heard the heavy steps crashing across your apartment to where you were on the stairs. It was so dark you couldn't see.

You ran away like a frantic, blind bat. Grasping at anything and everything you could to lead your way to your bedroom. That was your safe place, you need to get to the fire exit in your room to climb out of your apartment. The footsteps behind you stomped and moved like a mad man. You glanced over your shoulder just in time to see the figure slide and clash into the wall. He was moving so fast that he was slamming into everything to get to you.

The mask.

God dammit, you knew that mask. Your roommate, Danny, was wearing it for Halloween. He was still chasing after you like a chicken with it's head cut off and you still felt like you were about to either pass out or shit your pants in fear. Your breathing came out in a panting force as you ran up the stairs and down the hall to your room, slamming the door. It was too late, Danny had grabbed the door frame, you accidentally smashing his fingers in the door. He let out a pained grunt, throwing the door open. The sound was deafening when the door slammed up against the wall.

Welp, that was going to be an issue with the landlord, a hole in the wall. But did that matter to you or Danny right now? Not at all. You were too panicked by the prank going too far. Danny grabbed a fistful of your shirt, lifting you and tossing you to the bed like you were a toy. As you hit the bed, you let out a harsh grunt as the pain shot through your body. "Fuck you, Danny. Really!?" You yelled out, still panting hard. You felt like you wanted to cry from the amount of fear he had caused you. You actually thought you were going to die.

Danny chuckled deeply, pulling off his mask. He seemed, probably as equally as much as you were, scared. "Jesus Christ. I got scared cause I thought you'd call the cops on me." You both ended up laughing hysterically from the fear on both sides, both his face and your's covered in sweat. "You're a cute little thing when you run like that." Danny teased, one of his gloved hands gripping your legs. That was him. Flirting just because. In all honesty though, your relationship with him was rather unique. You'd go weeks without contact and as soon as he got back, he would be railing you until you saw stars.

Once the adrenaline from the fear slowly fades into a dull thrum in your skull, you finally allowed yourself to calm down for a second. You still wanted to slap the hell you of Danny for scaring you so badly. "Sorry, baby." He finally said, his hands lifting one of your legs up where he could slowly rub the muscles in your thighs. "Is a rub supposed to be compensation for scaring the piss out of me?"  You said as you laid your head back against the bed, closing your eyes and letting him work out the knots in your muscles. Not that you were complaining, it did feel nice. "Maybe. I could do more?" Danny questioned on return, it was more of a asking permission question than it was just a normal rhetorical one.

You just nodded, wanting to see where this was going to lead to. You could already somewhat guess where it was going to go, it started with the dull, burning ache that was in your core. The only cure to that? Danny. Danny smirked at your silent answer, but that wasn't going to satisfy. He wanted to hear you say it. "No, no, baby girl. I want you to say it. Say for me, 'yes, Danny'." You rolled your eyes at his response, a snort of laughter coming from you. "Yes, Danny. We can do more." And with your works, a grin split across Danny's face. He already had it dead set in his mind that he was going to ruin you. Inside and out. He gripped your ankle, lifting your leg up into the air so your legs would remain open wide just enough where he could see the outlines of your folds through your shorts.

"Do as a say. Sit still. And remember, scream for me." Danny pulled one of his gloves off, his calloused hands moving down the smooth curves of your thigh, inching closer to your core. You were already squirming as his fingers teased you, your hips bucking outwards. "I said, sit still." Danny's other hand came down, pushing your hips down into the mattress, locking you in place. "Maybe I don't want to. Maybe I just want you to fucking fill me already." You shot back. It was your first time being a brat with him, not listening to his words. Danny glared down at you, a mix of anger and surprise at your sudden behavior.

"Then maybe-" Danny paused as he reached under the robe of his costume he was still using, gripping the cool, wooden handle of his pocket knife. He brought it out, waving it in front of your face as it came open with a click. "You'll learn how." Danny held the handle of the knife in his mouth before using his hands to push your legs apart. He kept his gaze on you the entire time as he took the knife back out of his mouth. Danny hooked the thin fabric of your pajama shorts and panties with the knife. With one quick movement, it was cut open, and you were left exposed to his burning gaze and the cool air. "Such a pretty little pussy." Danny cooed to you, almost like he was simply trying to own you with his words.

You could already feel yourself tremble with anticipation, the burning in your core getting stronger by the minute. It was such a burning, hot, almost painful feeling between your hips. The familiar coiling in your stomach was taking place. Danny's fingers were already sliding between and spreading a part your wet folds. "Danny, please." God, you were already begging like a little bitch and he hadn't even done anything to you yet. Danny's dark eyes flicked up to your's, meeting your pleading gaze. "Begging already?" He wasn't going to make you wait, he was already growing desperate enough when his erection was so tight in his pants that it was almost painful for him. Danny's fingers delved into your pussy, eliciting a shuddered moan from your lips. He used the thickness of his fingers to his advantage, using one of them to ring around the outside of your entrance to stretch it out before adding a second finger. You felt the sting of him stretching you out, preparing yourself so it wasn't so hard to take his cock later on.

With each curl, pump, thrust of his fingers, it brought out a new wave of wetness out of you that coated your slit along with Danny's fingers. "God damn, you're fucking perfect. Y'know that?" Danny brought his fingers out, making you release a small whimper from your quivering lips. Your inner walls now clenched at the sudden emptiness. Danny kept a steel grip on your thigh to keep you from closing your legs while his other hand was busy unbuttoning his pants. Your legs parted more, raising up your aching entrance up to Danny. "Remember what I said at the beginning?" Danny asked as he fumbled with his pants with shaking hands, eventually his erection sprang out, bobbing between your legs.

"You said... listen to you, sit still." You knew there was something else you couldn't quite remember. You were too focused on his throbbing member that rested against the hood of your clit, Danny rubbing it against you slowly enough where the precum beading at the top would slicken you up. "That's not all, doll. I said to do as I said, sit still-" Danny paused as he gripped his cock, tapping the pink, swollen head against your clit, making you moan out. "And scream for me." With that, Danny lined himself up, sliding his cock into your aching pussy inch by agonizing inch. You were going to scream alright, you already wanted to scream as he bottomed out inside you, his cock head kissing up against your insides. Your moans were already music to his ears, providing him with enough determination where he wanted to fuck you senseless. So he did. Danny let out a deep growl with each long, hard, deep thrust, slowing building up speed. The jolt of electric pleasure caused your eyes to roll back and flutter shut, making you hiss through your teeth. The sounds of your pussy taking in every single inch of Danny's cock so well filled the room.

"Fuck, Danny! Fucking hell!" You mewled and whimpered out, your limbs hooking around Danny to hold on for dear life. Danny had to keep himself from yelling right along with you, his main focus was your own pleasure. With a quick pull, Danny yanked up your shirt, revealing your breasts up to him. Your nipples grew hard at the sudden exposure to the cool air. Danny's mouth immediately found your nipples, sucking on them like a starved man. This added on more and more of that intense coil burning heavily inside you, causing you to desperately to crave release. The feeling of his lips and tongue working over your breasts, leaving dark red bruises across your skin, combined with his cock pumping into you with reckless abandon, was already growing to be too much. You were so desperate, crying out to Danny as an orgasm wrecked your body, your moans growing louder with growls. The electric pleasure shot straight up through your body, felt like it was bouncing from your core, to your hips, and up to your breasts.

"Good girl, fucking beautiful girl." He wasn't done quite yet, Danny was going to make sure you were going to be ruined by the time he was done with you. A quivering, wet puddle of nerves. His hands were all over you, clenching at your ass, pulling them apart in desperation to try to get even deeper inside you, up to your breasts where he moved his mouth away. Danny panted heavily with each of his rough thrusts into your wet slit, a string of saliva connecting his mouth from your nipple. "Fuck, oh fuck. Fuck, you have great tits, great body, great everything, baby. Just a bit longer." The praises fell and moans of pleasure slipped out of his mouth, his face buried between your tits as he mumbled soft words of praises to you. Danny could already feel his cock start to throb, indicating that he was about to either paint your insides or will have to pull out of you.

But Jesus fuck you felt good.

Your pussy was so warm, so wet, it felt like it was almost begging for Danny to just cum right there inside you. He let out desperate, whining sounds as the friction of your inner walls clamped right around Danny's cock. Everything eventually all came crashing down right to him, his hips jerking back quickly, his cock leaving you empty with a wet pop. Danny grunted as his thick, hot seed sprayed out against your pussy up to your lower stomach.

He collapsed right on top of you, you both left a panting, steaming mess of exhaustion and nerves. Your hands interlocked into Danny's hair, pressing your cheek up against his head. You could feel the burning pleasure you once had slowly fading into a dull hum, your emotions and everything finally coming back to you over again. Danny fucking the sense out of you felt great and all, but you were left with one thing as your mind cleared up.

"What the hell did you do to my friend?"

[honeytama]

thoughts on matt being surprised by reader wearing elf cosplay,, specifically arwen from lotr

note: @amourtoken inspired me HEAVILY on this one from this post so ty!! also tagging @thatchickwiththecamera for talking lotr w me <3

smut 18+ under the cut

boyfriend! matt x reader incoming

matt and you had watched all three films together around a week ago and it was your first time watching them !! he made it hard to focus, but you were good and stuck your eyes to the screen the whoooole time

while you were watching the last film,,,

“baby, i know i asked you to watch with me, but we could be doing something else, too” he sat beside you on his couch with his legs spread in shorts that rose up to show his thighs. he patted the top of thigh, his usual call for you come over during movies: to either get off on his thigh, come to your knees between his legs and get him off, or to ride him while holding onto his shoulders for support.

“you’re the one who told me to pay attention,” you whined before taking a peak at his patting hand, disgustingly close to his bulge, the outline of his hard cock against him beckoned you. if his black athletic shorts rode up any more, you swear you could see his tip peeking through the edge.

“now, i want your attention,” he rubbed himself over his shorts with his hand. “you know i can make you feel so good.”

“so needy,” you mocked him with a pout in your lip before kissing his cheek. “we’re going to finish the movie ok? because we both know if we stop now we’ll never finish it… and the next time we try to watch, i’ll just be all over you again.” you reached for his waistband and pulled down the front of his shorts and underwear,,, his dick flopped out with a bead of precum adorning his tip.

“you just said—“

you hushed him by stroking him and guiding your palm of his tip to gather his arousal. “you can touch me, too. and we’ll just watch the rest of the movie like this.”

intrigued by your proposal, he pulled off your bottoms before sticking his hand between your thighs as your spread your legs next him.

you two were silent, mostly; both of you focusing simultaneously on the film and each other’s parts. only soft grunts and whines coming from each others lips when you hit just the right spot.

he got you off on his fingers and waited patiently for the final movie to end to drag you to the bedroom to finish himself off into your cunt.

little did he know that you had other, more exciting things planned for him.

—

you thought you would test just how badly he was obsessed with his girlfriend having watched his favorite films.

a few days ago,

you flipped through his side of your shared closet and pulled down one of his lotr shirts and grabbed a pair of thigh high socks from your side.

putting them on with nothing underneath, you waited for him in bed over the sheets as he tucked the dogs to sleep in the living room.

when he opened the bedroom door, “you liked it that much, huh?”

you ended up riding him for all he’s worth that night. he didn’t dare lift your shirt to watch your tits bounce even though he craved it,, he just reveled in the sight of his girlfriend wearing his clothing and grinding on his cock.

—

today, you can still see the faint bruises on your ass and sides of your thighs from how tightly his hands squeezed them that night as he guided you up and down his dick.

oh, he’s into it !!

one more step… which had a bit of extra planning on your part.

you ordered pointed elf ears, a circlet, a cream colored sheer floor length robe and a cutsie, lavender ((you can choose light blue or sage)) lingerie set. you planned to do your makeup and hair for the occasion, too.

there was one special, extra thing you ordered for him if everything goes well.

matt hadn’t shared a crush with you on the elf woman, Arwen, but you thought how could he not have one?? she’s gorgeous and you thought of him as your Aragorn soooo you thought you would give it a try

nerds like him deserve to have a sexy elf women writhing underneath them :/

putting everything on, you’re ready to surprise him for some midday sex. the light seeping in from your bedroom windows made the fantasy just a bit more immersive.

he would be getting home from working in the studio and you imagine he would need some tlc.

you stand in the living room, undoing your robe as he comes through the door and sets his things down.

“welcome home, matty,” you say sweetly.

“holy shit,” he walks over to you, quickly chucking off his Nike’s in the process. “you’re a fucking elf…” he wraps his arms around you, oogling your new outfit.

you fluster as his hands explore the smooth material of your lingerie and as he tilts your chin to inspect your ears. looking up at him through your lashes you ask, “do you want to fuck an elf, matt?”

“yup, bedroom, now”

matt cannot stop repeating the same praises as your split on his dick, squirming beneath him. your thighs presses to your chest as he thrusts into you hungrily.

“so pretty just for me”

“good elf girl”

“my beautiful”

all said so teasingly

he managed to pull the majority of his clothes off and your robe, but he couldn’t help but just tug your cute panties to the side and pull his briefs down his thighs; your circlet and pointed ears still adorning your head.

“look at you beneath me, even as an elf you’re so cute twitching on my cock.”

yapologist matt will never shut up about this by the way (he wouldn’t tell anyone, just tease you about it constantly while also praising you for being the most badass, thoughtful girlfriend ever)

((wishing i had some better dialogue to serve yall,,, just too brainrotted over this)

fluffy extra hehehe:

the extra item you bought is a replica evenstar necklace.

laying in bed with him after your afternoon tryst, you lean over to your bedside table and take it into your hands.

“matty, i got you something,” you hide it in your hands patiently.

“oh, yeah?”

you allow the necklace to unravel as you hold it between your fingers. the faux gems twinkle in the light.

“for me?” he asks.

you nod at him with a proud smile. you can tell he’s trying not to act toooo excited.

he takes it in his hand, “you realize giving me this is like, more than a proposal, right?

“yes, dummy, i watched arwen explain the whole thing,” you giggle.

he rolls over onto you, smothering you with kisses and his hair tickles your face.

“i’ll carry it with me everywhere,” he declares, “even on tour. love you so much, bubby.”

“love you, too.”

[remuswriting]

Cut the Cameras

Point of View

Monday, May 25, 2015. 2:15 PM

Y/N has always liked going to the library, and Tooru has always liked going with Y/N.  Really, he just likes being with Y/N, so he goes to campus, even though he’s not a student.  Tooru always knew university wasn’t for him, because what he wanted to do couldn’t be taught there.  It had always been a backup plan, though.  College prep course all throughout high school, even though he planned to play volleyball for the rest of his life.  Even though he planned to live in Argentina, become a citizen, and play for as long as he could.  He and Y/N had it all figured out.

When this planned originally formed, Y/N was already in his first year of university while Tooru was halfway through his third year of high school.  Y/N already had roots planted and his future figured out, but Tooru ripped everything out of the ground when he confessed that Blanco visited him.  Y/N let him rip at those roots, though.  He ripped at them too but only to plant them somewhere else—wherever Tooru went.

“I can make a movie anywhere,” Y/N had said as he held Tooru’s hands tightly in his own. “But you can’t just play volleyball anywhere—not like this.  We have to do this, Tooru.  I’ll never forgive either of us if we don’t.”

So they figured it all out.  It was such a clear future, one Y/N worked out most of the logistics for.  He’d always been the one with clear plans that brought more comfort than anything else.  Tooru leaned into him as he learned more from Blanco.  Everything was going to work out.

Then Tooru tore his ACL in that last game against Shirahama in 2012, and everything exploded.

Even with surgery, the doctors told him it wasn’t best to keep playing volleyball.  The recovery time would also be so slow that moving on with his career seemed useless.  There was no point.  So he stayed in Japan and focused on the small YouTube channel he and Y/N came up with when they were 16.  He hated it in the beginning, nearly deleted it on several occasions because it wasn’t what he had planned.  None of this was what he planned.

Part of him hadn’t planned for Y/N to stay, especially when Tooru yelled at him to leave.  He was so angry with the world—himself.  Y/N should hate him is what he thought, because they weren’t going through with the plan they made.  Y/N didn’t hate him, though.  He loved him and stayed because that’s what you do when you love someone.

Y/N’s laugh breaks Tooru out of his thoughts and stops him from doodling in the notebook he brought to seem busy as Y/N studies.  He looks up at Y/N, who is wearing his usual outfit combo: sweatshirt pulled up to cover his baseball cap and a face mask.  It’s what he always wears when leaving the house, especially when with anyone.  He cherishes his privacy, and it’s the only way to have it.

“I’m sending you this thread of someone’s favorite moments from your videos,” Y/N says, and Tooru’s phone lights up with a notification.  He doesn’t move to pick it up, though.  He just stares at Y/N and his amused smile. “I think it proves that if film and editing doesn’t work out, I’d make a great comedian.”

Tooru still doesn’t look at him phone.  He watches Y/N’s eyes crinkle from smiling and laughing.  His eyes have always done that.  It’s something Tooru has always loved so dearly, even when they met at the neighborhood park.  He remembers how Y/N smiled so brightly, his eyes crinkling at the corners, when he introduced himself.  He said he hoped he and Tooru would be great friends.  So bold and unashamed.

“They included the one where you attempted fishing,” Y/N says, and how he leans back in his chair says that his textbooks and notebooks have been completely abandoned. “Once again, I’m a comedic genius.”

Tooru adjusts his baseball cap as he smiles. “Whatever you say,” Tooru says, and Y/N looks up at him.  Although he can’t see his entire expression, Y/N is giving him an offended look.  He just knows.

“How dare you insult my humor,” Y/N says, sounding offended, but Tooru can hear laughter trying to break through.  He loves him so much. “Maybe you should find a different cameraman and editor.”

Tooru pouts a little. “But no one is as good as you are, Y/N,” he whines, trying to keep his voice down since they are in a library.

“It’s your punishment for being mean,” Y/N says, and he laughs a little.  Tooru loves it.

Tooru can’t explain why, right now, he loves Y/N so much.  They’ve sat in this exact spot countless times over the last three years (four if you count when Tooru visited him during his third year).  They’ve been together for nearly six years.  He’s loved Y/N with everything inside him the entire time.  He’s pretty sure he loved Y/N before he fully understood what love really was when they met when he was nine years old.

Sometimes everything hits him, though.  Every moment they’ve ever shared—the good and the bad—and their importance.  Everything he loves about Y/N; from the outfits that hide everything but his expressive eyes to the parts Y/N recoils from.

“I love you,” Tooru says softly, and Y/N looks up at him, eyes widening a little.  Not from it being said for the first time, because it’s not the first time they’ve said it.  It’s not even close to the first time.  His eyes widen because he’s saying in public—so out in the open.

The corners of Y/N’s eyes crinkle again as he pulls down his mask.  Tooru can see his face again for the first time in three hours.  He always manages to take Tooru’s breath away.

“I love you,” Y/N says, and butterflies explode in Tooru’s stomach.  Y/N always makes sure Tooru can see him when he says it.  He says he wants Tooru to see and hear it, and Tooru does.  The smile on Y/N’s face and care in his eyes, along with the words makes Tooru feel loved.

Y/N sighs, letting his shoulders drop, as he looks at everything on the table in front of him.  They’ve hit the time where he no longer wants to do anything.  He leans forward, closing textbooks and notebooks, and puts everything in his bag.

“I’m hungry,” Y/N says, and Tooru’s a little hungry as well. “Let’s get something to eat.”

“Alright but don’t invite Suga-chan,” Tooru says, and Y/N rolls his eyes as he pulls his mask up. “I’m being serious!  I always end up being the third wheel.”

“Then you know how everyone feels when around us,” Y/N says as he stands up. “Now let’s go.  We can film some after we eat, but I’ve got videos to edit.”

Tooru nods, and he quickly closes his notebook before standing up.  They start walking to the library entrance, and he wants to hold Y/N’s hand.  They try not to be too affectionate in public, though.  They’re never sure how people will react.  Y/N’s fingers brush against his, and Tooru’s heart races.

“How do you feel about ramen?” Y/N asks once they’re outside and near their car.

“Sounds great,” Tooru says, even though he’d agree with anything Y/N wants right now.  Y/N links their pinkies.

“Should I make fried rice tonight?” Y/N asks, and Tooru is grinning.  He can’t stop.  Y/N looks over at him. “What’s got you all smiley?”

“You,” Tooru answers easily.  Y/N rolls his eyes, but the way he looks away means he’s flustered. “You’re very cute, you know.”

They’re so close to the car that Y/N pulls his mask down.  Tooru nearly trips over a pebble from not paying attention to anything but Y/N.  He wants to tell him to take off the hood and hat, but he doesn’t.  He knows Y/N will say no.

“You’re the cutest,” Y/N says, and Tooru’s cheeks burn.  He feels like a middle school girl interacting with her crush.  Y/N closes the distance between them with a quick peck.  Tooru follows after him, and Y/N laughs a little.  He unlinks their pinkies so they can get in the car, and Tooru wishes they didn’t have to. “So, what ramen place do you want to go to?”

“We have ramen at home,” Tooru says as Y/N buckles his seatbelt.  He looks at Y/N, and he’s smiling.  Sometimes, Tooru’s love for Y/N overflows.

“That we have to cook, and I don’t want to cook,” Y/N says, and he leans over the center console and kisses Tooru.  This time it’s longer than a second, but it’s still not long enough. “You better?” Y/N asks against his lips.

“No,” Tooru says, and Y/N gently laughs, his breath fanning across Tooru’s face.

“You’re shameless, and will just have to wait until after we’ve eaten.”

Extreme Close-Up | Point of View | Part Two

Note: I'm tagging people in the new parts of this so you're not tagged like 20 times. Part one is completely updated. Part two is halfway through being updated. Hopefully y'all enjoy.

Masterlist

Taglist: @chaoswrites @princessmidas @adriivette @riahyayarii @that-bi-bitch-writes @magmagicstyle @yeoshwan @seijohiselite @tftstuffs @zawadni @kennylovesberries @starlight0faith @nyxmania @tfstuffs

[helyiios]

I had a dream once that the IMF boys had a tiktok and did the classic tiktok things mid-missions and stuff and I NEED to know you opinion on what their account would be like

Ok so replying to this again. I think Benji Jane and Will are the most online (and let’s indulge and say that it doesn’t cause conflit of interest with the fact they’re secret agents lol)

Benji’s the most popular (2.3M followers) and he posts the randomest most funniest shit on the PLANET. He hardlaunches Ethan with the out of my league trend (13M) despite NEVER mentioning being in a relationship before. He regularly forces Luther and Ethan to do trends w the rest of Hunt’s team, like I can’t find ayesha cuz she’s probably sucking dick/bitch pick up your goddamn phone you’re gonna make me sick where they all are on it w really cool transitions. He likes to talk abt SW or ST or DW a lot and one of his most liked videos (and how some people discovered him) is him replying to a comment that’s like “what’s knotting” and he just stares into the cam while putting one a red nose to a circus music. He posts himself and Ilsa while they’re dressed up for the opera on a mission with like the song fashion in the background and everyone goes crazy. He posts a vid where it’s him and Ethan looking at each other with the baby I’m yours song and it gets like 20M views. He does a transition from him at the gym to him in evening clothes he had to wear for a mission to everyday I spend my time drinking wine feeling fine and he doesn’t EVEN mean to do it as a thirst trap but that’s how it’s received and people are like oh my god…benji. Similarly he makes a post where he details his tattoos (after being asked a buncha times) and he’s shirtless, and everyone’s losing their minds because they’re like YOU HAVE A SIX PACKS? He and Jane post a short dancing vid to cmon let’s get it started lemme see you move your body and it goes goes viral bcs that’s when their respective followers find out they’re friends. He makes a photo post that’s like we’ll be a fine line we’ll be alright with a pic of the first hunts team mission w their latest one, and people ask him if he likes Harry styles and he just goes “who❤️” He does the pabrobui mwah mwah trend w Ilsa while they’re ALSO in a mission in Poland and they’re dressed in very warm clothes and everyone’s like oh my god…I’ve seen two pretty best friends. I genuinely think he’s got a few moves in him so there’s one of his most liked vids where he’s filming himself cooking in his kitchen where he’s barely dancing to busy earnin’ and the vibes are IMMACULATE. He 100% did the ceilings and you with the dark curls you with the watercolour eyes trends. He ALSO forced the entire team to do the benjamin’s deli trend (dancing slowly in the light vs throwing moves in the dark while people put on their phones’ light). He also posts himself during a training sesh to bts’ steve aoki remix mic drop and people are like YOU FUCKING KNOW BTS? and he just goes stan jin👍 he’s also a skilled violin and piano player so sometimes he posts himself playing.

Jane’s account is at 700k and one of her most liked vids is with Ilsa where they’re lipsynching the pam and i feed off each other’s energy. I tease her, she teases me (…) and that’s when people start to get that they’re all mates. She does the bitch you know I’m sexy trend with Will and Benji. She forces Ethan (he lost a dare) to do the you carry yourself with the confidence of a…much taller man trend. She soft launches Ilsa w a video of “24H in my life” (while she’s on break) where you can see glimpse of her gf and her followers go insane trying to figure out who it is. She posts herself and benji where benji’s tied to a repelling cable on a high building and she’s zooming in on him w the never back down never what/never give up audio in the background and people are like what the fuck r y’all doing??? She also is a great dancer so she regularly posts herself to the latest dance trend (she KILLED Angel in Tibet and Back on 74.) Both she and Benji did the okokokok lalala trend w their respective partners. (ilsa’s ok janes lala and ethans lala while benjis okokok)

Brandt (560k) is fucking hysterical bcs you’d think he doesn’t know what fun is and is so serious about literally everything and well. you’d be kind of right. He mostly post himself at the gym and people ask him a lot abt his supplements and his program, things to which is gracefully replies. His most liked video is SO Brandt coded because it’s just him crossed armed at his desk looking into the cam with like, company in the background, which technically qualifies as a thirst trap and everyone’s so confused because they’re like oh my god…I think I’m attracted to office workers. He also posts a lot of him sparring, sometimes w Benji or Jane or Ethan or Ilsa and people go kind of insane about those. He never gets Hunley on cam but once he replies to a comment that’s like “are you free tonight” and he just stares into the cam and pulls hunley’s left hand w the wedding band on it with the audio IM MARRIED in the background. THATS where his followers find out he’s gay and they’re like A WIN FOR THE COMMUNITY. Just like benji he can play the guitar, so sometimes he posts vids of himself playing, either of requested songs or some he likes.

[aurum-rays]

Meeta is the only reason why I go back to watching Hasee Toh Phasee, even though it has some problematic elements. Meeta and the music of the film, to be precise, but more particularly Zehnaseeb and Ishq Bulava, but that's another post.

Meeta, played by Parineeti Chopra, is shown as an intelligent girl right from childhood, along with Nikhil, played by Siddharth Malhotra. When the film opens with both our protagonists’ childhood counterparts, it's very interesting to see a young Meeta closing the door while a young Nikhil tries to open a closed door. While he does this to watch his favorite film, Agneepath, 14 years later Nikhil breaks out of his room by unscrewing the room’s windows to attend a wedding where he meets Meeta hanging by a barbed wire fence, trying to run away.

After their brief conversation, we understand that both of them have similar ideas and are alike, which we already established from the opening scene. As they say their goodbyes, Meeta asks Nikhil, whom she just met, to come to Goa with her. He doesn't, unfortunately. (He later in the film realizes how big of a mistake it was.) But this post is not about the “swooning” chemistry Nikhil and Meeta had. This post is only about Meeta as a character and how much we need more of her in the movies.

First, let me put aside a few things by saying that I absolutely despised the bade pappa who loves slapping Meeta, and the rest of her family who are at any given time passing sexist comments on the sisters. They always want their girls to wear “dhang k kapde.” Meeta’s dad is the only one who has encouraged her smarts since childhood, and I am glad that he finally takes her side during the climax. I also hated that Meeta takes all the pills at the airport (which she later pukes), which made her look like she has forgotten her goal, her lab, her colleagues, working on the project, everything basically everything she went through, all the family trauma, and the reason she came home for. It just felt extremely out of character for her. Yes, she's in love with a guy who is going to get married to her sister. I get it! But that one scene just felt… I mean… She did her PhD on her own, started her lab, her thesis and her project all without any support from family and her forgetting all of that instantly just felt out of place. But then again, “the things love makes you do,” I guess.

Now that all that's out of the way, here's why I loved watching Meeta.

Meeta is a scientist. She casually starts explaining physics concepts during conversations (the hiccup scene). She comes from a science background and all her bits and her dialogues are just straight-up facts. She's extremely intelligent and a little bit quirky and does weird stuff sometimes, although most of it is due to her medicines. But I don't blame her for it. If I had a family who constantly called me crazy, disowned me, abused me, and behaved like I didn't exist, I would be popping some pills too. The scene with her singing “Ek garam chai ki pyali ho” or even the confusion that ensues with the twin relatives at the bazaar is a laugh riot.

Meeta deserved better treatment from everyone in her family. But just Meeta as a character deserved better.

I cannot remember any other female character in Indian cinema that was showcased as a highly intellectual, nerdy protagonist. Even though Hasee Toh Phasee isn't a Meeta-centric movie (it should've been) and doesn't talk sensitively about Meeta’s conditions (most of her behavior from the meds is shown comedically), this was the only film where I was rooting for the female lead and wanted to put up Meeta’s poster in my room. I mean, where in movies do we have a female scientist protagonist, and that to a rom-com?

Even after being raised in an extremely orthodox family, she dares to dream, and with her dad’s support, she fulfills her dreams and makes a crazy invention. She knows what she wants, and she goes to extremes to fulfill her goals. The only unfortunate part of her life is her unsupportive, misogynist family who will spend money on lavish weddings but won't fund their daughter's educational needs. This is why Meeta runs away with the money.

As a physics nerd, I would've loved to see more about Meeta’s life in China, her friends, her colleagues, and her work, Or just her growing years as a science enthusiast that made her a scientist. Because Meeta, for me, felt like “finally a nerdy female character who is not shown as one of the bros or an introverted thick-rimmed glass-wearing geek or even a stereotypical tomboy.” Meeta, in my books, will always remain a superhero scientist, creator of the perpetual motion machine polymer ball whose story still needs to be told.

Meeta is not a manic pixie dream girl who's here to save the male protagonist from his depressed life and show him the “world through a different lens,” nor is she a damsel in distress who needs saving. She's here for herself. She comes home from China for her lab, her project, and her passion. Meeta is an extremely intelligent, career-driven woman who also knows that “Do half mein ek full se zyada milta hai”! 😉

[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

I'd do anything to find out how Eddie would feel about ME. Not the one I display at work, not the one I display in front of my parents, but the me who is let out when I'm all alone in my bedroom.

The one who smiles so hard at the sight of Ozzy that she cries, squeals and hides her face in her shirt, curling in on herself. The one who almost screams in excitement every time there's an Ozzy song on a randomised playlist, the one who tells herself she's a stubborn bitch whose got a cold, dead and shrivelled black heart, but actually that's not even remotely true because she loves so hard and so quietly it hurts. The one who falls asleep watching horror films but has to have a nightlight because she's also scared of the dark and watches horror films when she studies and finds comfort in horror but also cries when an animal gets hurt even when it's obviously fake. The one who cries when she has to put her Hellfire Club shirt in the wash and then cries again when it comes out and dances around her room when she digs her flannel like Uncle Wayne's out because she only ever wears those shirts together because you can't have one Munson without the other.

The me who always always works as hard as she can but never feels like she's doing enough, like she's working hard enough. So she keeps pushing until her body gets so exhausted that she sleeps for over twelve hours solid, wakes up and immediately keeps working to make up for the time she rested. The me who was relentlessly bullied all through school, almost fifteen years, who was only ever asked out as a dare or as a joke and so now she's 25 and hasn't dated since she was 17 and romantically wrote herself off at 20 because fictional men can't tell her they wouldn't love her and she's learned to love this part of her but fuck, sometimes she looks at pictures of Eddie and cries because she'd do anything to know how he would feel about her. The me who drinks 18 cups of coffee a day and jokes that if coffee was a man, she'd be in trouble, who slams her head against her desk when she doesn't understand something the first time and often thinks she's too stupid for what she's studying but she keeps trying because like Ozzy said, "kicking back don't make it".

Who tries and tries and tries and tries and pretends she's okay in front of people but cries when she's alone and doesn't understand why she won't let people comfort her until she's at the point where she has to because she can't handle herself anymore and needs help to help herself. The me whose thoughts are always racing, anxiety always high, her mind pushing her body to work harder harder harder faster until she's stumbling over her own feet having cut back on sleep trying to satisfy her mind's high self-expectations but she physically can't do it and she knows it but she still hates herself for it, her thoughts mean and her trauma always in the back of her head, affecting her daily but she never shows it overtly because she learned how to be her own therapist. At the time, she had no choice, and now it's just common nature.

The me who wears boots and black skinny jeans and an Ozzy or Dio or Metallica or Iron Maiden shirt with a skull cardigan and a leather jacket and a black backpack with a huge heavy metal warning label every day and blasts those same bands all day but still doesn't know if she gets to call herself a metalhead. But wants to because it feels right to her but what if she's wrong and then she's a poser and Eddie would hate that! Or would he? Her self-critical ways drive her insane but she keeps it all inside and channels it into this blog or her studying because if she keeps busy, that's one less thing she can rip into herself for. The me who loves Eddie so much it HURTS but she's never seen episode nine and wants reassurance on if, does that mean she doesn't really love Eddie if she's too scared to watch it because she knows it's gonna hurt? What if it means she doesn't love Eddie? The me who cries hard and often and it's a mental health red flag if she goes days without crying from any emotion because she's a crier and always has been and if Ozzy doesn't make her smile then that's a serious red flag. The me who is getting nervous to write this but just wants Eddie.

The me who looked for Eddie all through her school years but never ever found him and so learned to love being herself by herself but fuck, sometimes she just wants Eddie. But she never found him so she's trying to become someone he would be proud of, someone he would love. The me who just wants to help people, no ulterior motive, the me who has zoned out in a store writing this while her 293 holiday photos develop. The me who wants to show Eddie every part of her and see his reaction or lack thereof because she doesn't know. She tells others he would love them because he would but she's the exception to his love and why? She doesn't know. She just loves Eddie a whole damn lot and it hurts. She was never wanted by anyone in school, though she dated but it was only because she was expected to or because they were after something or one of her friends or for something she wasn't prepared to give and she was discarded when she wouldn't do those things. The me who never even fit in with someone in her friend group, she always felt like there was a glass wall between herself and her friends and she wanted so badly to fit in but just didn't know how.

The me who is trying so so hard to make her dreams come true even though daily she considers giving up but she doesn't because Eddie wouldn't, Eddie wouldn't and he never did so she won't, she finds strength in him, the me who got home from her trauma and prayed for someone to live her life for her because she just couldn't do it anymore, but she realised that no one was coming to save her and put her life back together so she figured out how to stand back up and for it for herself by herself. And now she's here years later doing her best but feeling all the while like she's barely trying and she's been treading mud for years and she really should just give up because her dream of becoming a neuropsychologist and finally moving out of her parents' house is never gonna happen and she's turning into them, she fears, but she hopes she won't she won't she won't.

She'd do anything to find out if she, as she is right now, is someone Eddie would love, but she's too scared to ask. She learned the hard way not to ask questions unless you're 100% sure you want the answer.

[itsjustnobody0]

Chapter 5.

Hi guys!! Nobody here! Hope your all good and welcome to part 5 of my fan fiction. It’s about to get interesting!!! If I haven’t hit you guys with enough drama yet this is going to knock you off your feet completely! If you haven’t seen the drama in the last chapters here is the links to go catch up on it:

Chapter 1- https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/itsjustnobody0/693832797859856384?source=share

Chapter 2- https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/itsjustnobody0/693832797859856384?source=share

Chapter 3- https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/itsjustnobody0/693835729264082944?source=share

Chapter 4- https://at.tumblr.com/itsjustnobody0/chapter-4-hi-guys-and-welcome-back-i-hope-your/lbq8794dbbp8

So hopefully your all caught up! I haven’t posted in a while and I’m not feeling the best mentally but I had most of this chapter done anyway. I only write a few lines today the rest has been written for forever so I kinda forgot what direction it’s going in. Enjoy guysss!!

TW for chapter 5-

Alcohol 

Dilated Pupils

Blood

Passing out

Beatings

Basements

Sharp knife

Kicking

Stabbing 

All of these are briefly mentioned some not even the word, I just put them on in case. They probably won’t even trigger people who get triggered by them but just in case. Enjoy!!

 Ranboo set his laptop down and logged in. I grabbed the memory stick out of my pocket, I had grabbed it after I saw Jack. I took a deep breath and plugged it in. All the videos and pictures loaded onto the screen. We clicked on the first one and saw me in a park. I was on the red and black swing, laughing while my dad pushed me. It was kinda cute, it was definitely not how I remembered my dad. We clicked the arrow and saw me with a rucksack with books in holding someone’s hand. You couldn’t see who it was. Then we clicked the arrow and found a video. We turned the sound to midway and pressed play. 

The camera pointed at my dad, he wore a stained, white, tank top and his hair was messy, pupils dilated. He held a belt in his hand and he looked angry. I could here my mother laughing behind the camera, it was shacking slightly as she did. The camera then turned to what looked like a 7 year old me on the floor crying.

“GET UP YOU LITTLE BITCH.” My father shouted. I cried some more as I pulled myself up off the ground. I was shaky and unstable and I was bleeding all along my back. My dad whipped me again and again around my back making it bleed and go red. I wasn’t wearing a shirt just underwear. 

I stared in shock at the computer screen, I had forgotten about them filming that. They normally only filmed the bad beatings but that was one of the first ones so I guess they wanted it for future reference. I didn’t dare look either side of me at the two boys sitting next to me. I pulled my hand towards the computer and clicked the arrow again, it was another video. I clicked play.

It was in the same room again, a basement type thing. That was where I was locked most of my life. I was a bit older this time, around ten, a year before I ended up on the streets. My father was holding a sharp knife in his right hand.

“Now, now, you little bitch. What should I draw today?” He rhetorically asked me. Of course, the condition I was in I wasn’t fit to answer anyway. My mother was once again, cackling behind the camera like the witch she was.

“I don’t feel very arty today so maybe some basic patterns. Some long lasting scars.” He pondered what he was going to do. He brought the knife to my bruised, agitated skin. He stabbed it quiet far into my back, then he dragged it in a wonky line down it. My screams pierced the air, they were super loud. My dad joined in with my mothers laughing. I soon passed out from blood loss and pain. The video ended with my father kicking my in the head, hard. 

I felt both of the boys staring at me. I looked at each of them a bit nervous about what they were thinking at me. They looked sorry for me but also shocked. They probably weren’t expecting to see what they just saw but then again neither did I.

“You know what, how about that movie?” I asked them. They both quickly nodded. I took my memory stick out and placed it back into my pocket. We got on Netflix and we put on the basketball diaries and relaxed watching the movie.

 (yes I know that isn’t on Netflix anymore but it’s my favourite movie so deal with it)

Eventually the movie finished and my eyes were getting heavy. I looked at the other two boys and they looked wide awake. 

“What time is it?” I asked

“Almost ten o’clock.” Tubbo told me

“Oh it’s not even that late.” I mumbled

“Are you tired?” Ranboo asked me

“No not at all.” I said in the strongest voice I could master. I heard them chuckle at me.

“Heyyy. Don’t laugh at me.” I said grumpily

“Go to sleep.” Tubbo laughed.

“Well if you insist.” I nodded.

Soon after I fell asleep leaning against someone. 

That night I had nightmares. Bad ones. They were all of the place. And of my parents. Memories of them beating me. Scarfing me for life, both mentally and physically. They were horrible and vivid nightmares as if I was really back there. 

I was sitting in a ball on the floor, screaming loudly. I was crying, my salty tears streaming down my bruised face. I knew what was coming next, my father hovered over me holding the sharp knife, the one he used to torture me. He yanked me up by the neck, holding my off the ground slightly. I kicked and thrashed my feat in hope that he would drop me. He threw me against the wall hard, I landed on the floor with a loud thud. I couldn’t move very well, all I could do was scream and cry. 

“STAND UP!” He screamed at me. I knew better then to ever disobey him so I did what he asked. I used the wall to pull myself up and face him. He looked at my with disgust. I looked down at his feet, afraid to look at him.

“LOK AT ME! NOW!” He shouted. I quickly moved my head to look at his face, it was contorted in anger. I wasn’t sure what I had actually done but my father liked to punish me for a lot of things. 

He walked towards me and I tried not to whimper away. He raised his fist and punished me hard in the head. My lip busted open and I could feel the blood dribbling down my chin and neck. I looked at him again because if I didn’t it would get worse. He raised the life at me and pushed me against the wall. He held me there and put the knife up to my head. He dragged it down, making a jagged scar over my eye. It hurt so much and I tried to get away, not caring what he would do to me. Me trying to do that was a mistake, when he got to my eye he pushed the knife in. I could feel the cool blade inside my eyeball. It was so horrible and it hurt so much. At first all I could see was red out of my one eye, and then black. I was screaming and crying so much that I didn’t notice that until he dropped me. I closed my eyes and hoped this wasn’t real, I hope that not of this had happened, but it had. I opened my eyes and looked around, I couldn’t see anything, this made me cry even more, my own father had made me go blind. That was the day I knew I had to escape, that was the day I realised that anywhere was better then there.

I woke up in the middle of the night sweating and tears streaming down my face. I quickly wiped them away, I hated crying so much. I sat up and turned the lights on. I saw that I was in my own room somebody must have taken me back there. I didn’t dare go back to sleep that night.

I went to the window I had climbed out two days ago and looked out of it. I opened it and looked up. The drain I had recently climbed down was also available to climb up. I swung myself onto the windowsill and grabbed the drain. I pulled my weight over to the drain and climbed up, it was surprisingly easy to climb up. I got onto the roof, it was a red slate kinda roof, not very slippy, but also not easy to keep your balance. I slowly stood up and walked further up the roof. It was sloped a bit but not enough to make it impossible to walk on. I’m sat down and watched the sun rise, it was very beautiful. I sighed thinking about everything that had happened in the last week, it was hard to process. I missed the streets and I wanted to get back to them but I didn’t want to leave here that bad. I had made two friends, even though they probably thought I was annoying. The food here was nice enough, and I had a place to sleep. The rules were a bit shit but I could bend them enough. It wasn’t if they would kick me out, it would put me back to the start  and after all the effort they had put themselves through to get me here it wasn’t worth just kicking me out again. 

Soon after I heard noise from inside the house, meaning people were finally up. I climbed down from the roof and back into my room. It was starting to get messy, I made a mental note that I had to tidy it later. I put my coat and beanie on over the joggers and T-shirt I was wearing.  I walked downstairs and saw Niki cooking something.

“What you making?” I asked loudly

“Pancakes.” She smiled at me. I gave her a half smile back.

“Can I have one please?” I asked politely

“Of course you can Y/n!” She answered

“Thank you.” I smiled properly this time.

I decided to watch her mix everything, it looked very confusing but also fun. She was humming something as she worked, the thing she was humming sounded familiar, like I’d heard it somewhere. Before I knew it I was singing along. I didn’t know the name of the song but I’d heard it when I was younger, it was comforting to hear something familiar. We laughed and sing together and just had a good time, I was enjoying myself and before I knew it my pancake was done. 

I could only have one as I hadn’t been eating much for the last few years and I didn’t want to be sick but I enjoyed it so much. Niki’s baking was so good and she was a talented baker.

“Can you teach me how to do that?” I asked gesturing at the ingredients. 

“Sure! Come here I’ll show you!”

[crescentblossom66]

A hat in time writing prompts: Prompt 1 Coke

“Cut! That's it for the day everyone! Good job, darlings!” The smooth, low-pitched voice of the Sci-fi director echoed throughout the set. Some penguins on set stopped dancing and went to grab some water, while others simply plopped down on chairs, exhausted from the long day of work.

The afro-sporting penguin got up and was about to go get himself some water, when the big double doors to his side of the studio swung open rather violently and revealed Hat Kid and Bow Kid, the latter immediately waved at him, while the former held two bottles of some blackish liquid. With a big smile he went to greet the two children.

“Hello, darlings! It's so nice to see you two, it's been a while.” Hat Kid looked over at the set and pouted.

“I told you we'll be too late, why did you have to stop just to pet that little cat in Mafia Town?” Bow looked a bit dejectedly at the ground.

“Sorry! It looked so fluffy that I couldn't resist.” That's when he realized that they came to watch him record their next blockbuster. They both had been so busy with collecting time pieces that they had no time to help him out this time, which he could understand, however it had been regrettable.

“You two came here to watch the recording, huh.-” He turned back to his actors before facing them again and raising a flipper, “-Wait here for a moment.” The sun glass-wearing bird made his way over to where his penguins were resting.

“Darlings, would you do me a favor?” The penguins immediately perked up and turned to him.

“What is it, boss? Did that yellow featherbrain do something again?” One of the penguins simply left and headed toward the exit.

“No, no, that's not it, I need you to help record the next scene...for the little darlings.” He pointed at the two girls, who were currently arguing about something, given that Hat Kid was gesturing around wildly, while Bow had her arms crossed defensively.

The moon penguins collectively sighed and got up, ready to shoot the next scene.

“Thank you, darlings, I'll make it up to you, promise.” With that he spun around gracefully and made his way back to the girls.

“No, I think that 'Train Rush' was way easier to record, at least I knew that I'd be in danger.” Hat Kid argued, sneering at Bow.

“Nuh uh, at least in 'The Big Parade' there was no acid or saw blades chopping up the floor, that was way more stressful.” The two stopped arguing once the penguin got back.

“Rejoice, darlings! My amazing crew has decided that they'd film the next scene, just for you, even though their workday was already over!” He turned around and the lights on set flashed on again. The eyes of the two girls sparkled.

Bow Kid and Hat Kid were enjoying the show when suddenly the big doors opened for the second time, this time they were forced open so violently that they hit the walls.

“HOW DARE YE, DJ PECK NECK!!!” The loud voice of the Conductor tore right through the set, making the penguins stumble and trip and the girls and the DJ cringe.

“Oh dear. What now?” The Dj sighed and turned toward his rival who stomped his way over to his set.

“YE THINK THIS IS FUNNY, EH! HARASSIN' ME LIKE THAT!-” The owl stopped just inches in front of the penguin and glanced at the two girls and smiled. “-Oh, long time no see, Bow, Hattie. Wait just a moment.” He when turned his attention back to the penguin, who was hardly paying attention, already so used to the loud bird's antics.

“What ever is the problem, darling? Can't you see that I'm recording.” The owl's feathers rose up further after being dismissed like that, the two girls could swear that his feathers almost turned red from anger.

“Don't even try to deny it, Grooooves. Ye sent yer penguin to do that!” The owl was glaring daggers at the penguin, who was really starting to get confused.

“Do what, Conductor?”

“One o' yer stupid penguins jus' came up ta me, stopped, and kicked me in the shin! If I hadn't been holding important documents at the time I would've ripped that lad a new one!”

The girls snickered but stopped once the yellow owl looked at them, Bow got so nervous that she grabbed one of the bottles and took a sip to avoid drawing attention to herself.

“What's that, lassie? Never seen a drink have this color.” And just like that his anger somehow vanished completely as he looked at the bottle bewildered.

“I've been meaning to ask the same question, darlings. I don't think they sell those here or on the moon.” Both girls looked at each other than back to the birds.

“Really...You've never had a sip of Caco Calo before? It's very popular in Mafia Town.” The two birds shook their heads. Hat Kid grabbed her bottle and shoved it toward the birds who still weren't sure if that liquid wasn't dangerous.

“Here, you can have a sip, it tastes great!” The kind smile the girl gave him and thinking that it would be rude to just decline, made the penguin grab the red-labeled bottle a bit reluctantly. He opened it while both girls stared at him with bright eyes, just waiting for his reaction.

It couldn't be that bad right if they both drank it, it was fine right? Wrong! So horribly wrong! He swallowed the little sip that he took with great effort, his eyes almost watering at the sweetness and the odd flavor. He retched and his face scrunched up in disgust.

The owl laughed at the silly face his rival was making and grabbed the bottle from him. “Come on, Grooves, let a real bird handle this.” The owl took a huge gulp which he proceeded to spit out right in the penguin's face who looked at him disgusted while he wiped away the liquid, only to find that it was incredibly sticky.

Both girls were laughing at the funny reactions of the two directors who were both still reeling from the aftertaste.

“i drank a lot o' things in me life, but that, that's peckin' disgusting.” The penguin glared at the owl for swearing in front of the children, but he had to agree. It was pecking disgusting.

[cordycepsfem]

Pageboy Readthrough, Part Fourteen: The One About the Rant About the Skirt

Happy Pride! Let's slog our way through the rest of this. I'm sick so I've been doing nothing but drinking my weight in Gatorade and FaceTiming my girlfriend, but she's sleeping so I've got time for at least two chapters.

If you've missed any of this delightful readthrough, you can find all the parts here.

Previously

EP goes to Old Navy and buys clothes she doesn't like because she wants to fit in

your reviewer commiserates

EP likes a girl but can't figure out how to handle that so she dates a boy (and sucks his dick) instead

I wish we'd left on a more memorable note, because that all sounds boring AF, but here we are

Now

Chapter Twenty-One

EP talks about the first girl she ever kissed

somehow she knew this girl was "queer" and all EP wanted was to be around her "queerness"

you had a crush, EP, it's okay to say it

so she'd go and hang out where this girl worked

they kiss:

first, of course we get to know a Canadian Fact

second, that's beautiful, what a good and memorable kiss; I hope I don't scroll down to read anything that ruins it

well, she ran away from Jessica, but that's okay because years later she meets up with Jessica again at a party, and it's all good

except now, like a dummy, EP says this:

So you fetishized her experience as either a bisexual woman or a lesbian, and you're now referring to someone again as "queer" without any notes on how they referred to themselves.

Knock that the fuck off. You do it every chapter and it's rude as fuck.

Chapter Twenty-Two

EP is filming the remake of "Flatliners"

(I enjoyed it mostly, it ends like shit)

first we are told that she was not given a safety belt during a car scene

then we are told she is a huge fan of rollercoasters, which is surprising because I wasn't sure she was tall enough for any of them, but apparently her friends call her "the mayor of Six Flags Magic Mountain" which sure, why not, could also be true

she likes rollercoasters because they allow her to dissociate

also for those of us new to the world, thank you for doing the charitable work of describing how a rollercoaster ride starts

(I am a very specific type of asshole and am feeling very bitchy and uncharitable with EP tonight but now I want to go on a rollercoaster)

anyway, the car scene goes fine, if a little roughly due to no safety belt, which should have been handled more seriously

EP reports that the Black actress in the film was told that she (the Black actress) only got the part because she was Black

EP reports that she said "no" to dresses for her character (a medical school student who really has no need to wear a dress) but "yes" to other "girl clothes"

then EP gets asked if she's upset that her character isn't gay, and goes on what is either a good tirade or a weirdly aggressive tirade that I can't parse from how poorly she writes it

did you... did you need to amp up the conversation with "... a fucking skirt"? could it have stayed at, like "She's gay in my heart" or "Is this about my wardrobe choices?" or "Why does this matter?"

why was this where you chose to lose your shit, EP?

also stop calling lesbians queer i swan to john ep

EP very casually - and by very casually I of course mean not casually at all - continues to lose her shit

remember, this conversation started with this man being kind of a dick and questioning in a roundabout way why she hadn't wanted to wear dresses and if that was a gay thing

except now wearing dresses *can* be a gay thing and how dare he suggest they can't

what is she actually mad about? that he thinks gay women don't wear skirts?

then go wear the fucking skirt EP show him he's wrong

.... right? what am I missing here?

okay, so let's take this from the top

"I continued to prioritize the needs of everyone else over mine" - you were there to do a job, this was your job. at my job, I don't usually get to rant about how dressing up for a meeting with the head honchos makes me feel bad, because it's my fucking job on the line

"trying not to be 'difficult' anymore" - you lost your shit over a question about a skirt; true, it was a badly-asked question and shouldn't have been asked, but you were difficult and made it a much bigger deal than was necessary

we'll get back to being who you are in a minute, but detour with me to the next point:

what is this "queer walk"?

this is not the first time she's written about this

I for the life of me cannot figure out what she means

she, like all other humans who walk, walks in a way that is distinct to her body

like all other humans whose arms do these things, her arms dangle and bend; like all other humans whose hands do this, her hands move; like all other humans who sit, she sits

(I added caveats because obviously there are humans without arms and hands, and obviously there are humans whose arms and hands do not work in the usual way, and humans who do not walk... but she is not one of those)

(for instance, my arms and hands also dangle, bend, and move, and I am known to sit and was also told I do not sit in a "ladylike" manner, because... that's not what my body does, and I don't care...?)

(me being a lesbian has not changed how any of that operates, nor does anyone I see immediately say "Ah, a lesbian" upon seeing only my gait)

(at least, no one's ever said that to me)

(yet)

so I went to go watch her walk

she doesn't walk "queerly"

she walks like a woman and/or a bashful boy

is that queer? do all queer people walk this way? no, of course not so what the fuck is she referring to?

let's go back to this "I'm sorry who I am is repulsive"

this is because of the skirt thing again? you are claiming you feel repulsive because you said "no" to wearing a dress, which is a good and okay thing to do, and then a man made an insinuation about your character, which was a less good thing to do, and then you got potentially righteously angry about that, and you immediately went to "I'm repulsive"

Bubby, you need help.

I thought this was the end of the chapter but then I realized it wasn't.

so she goes for a screen test and the guy is there and he says "the studio" wants her to get hair extensions so she's "softer"

which she correctly interprets as "less GNC"/"less lesbian"

so in the one good self-advocacy move I've read her make, she calls someone who puts a stop to it!

Why did you not keep that feeling with you???

For so much of this book I've been waiting for her to get that spirit, that "I have boundaries" root in her spine, and here it is, and then... what? She forgets about it?

I said "no" to wearing dresses full-time and having a bowl cut at age 12. Too late? Maybe, but it was the first time I felt comfortable saying "no."

I said "no" to going to therapy when I was 22, after almost a decade of unhappy suffering. Too late? Yes, but it was the first time I knew what my feelings were.

I said "no" to a lot of things later than maybe I should have, but it gets easier every time you say "no."

No, I don't want that. I don't want to be treated that way. I don't want that job. I won't do that job. I won't do what you're asking. I won't go there. I don't like that. I won't wear that. I can't pick up those hours. I'm not going to do that. I'm not going to do that.

It takes practice. It's truly so hard.

But instead of saying "I'm not going to let you change me because I'm a lesbian," EP decided to just... not be one.

I forgot how maudlin and irritable this book makes me.

Welcome back, I guess.

[denimbex1986]

'In his three earlier features, Weekend, 45 Years, and Lean On Pete, British filmmaker Andrew Haigh’s focus was on telling us his stories rather than showing them to us.

These talkative, literal films focused on character, incident and location in stories that required firm foundations on which to stand.

His outstanding new film, the profoundly moving and formally daring All of Us Strangers, reverses that technique by immersing us in a supernatural story of grief, homosexuality, parenthood and enduring love, and not explaining any of it.

Slipping through time and memory as it follows a man coming to terms with a traumatic past, this magic-realist tone poem is all the more poignant and distinct for leaving its central mysteries unspoken and unsolved.

Is any of what happens here real? It’s real enough to Adam (Andrew Scott), and so it is real to us.

Sitting at his desk in his apartment in an eerily empty apartment building in London, single, gay, middle-aged screenwriter Adam is frustrated with a new project centred on his own past.

He puts old episodes of Top of the Pops on the TV, and roots through a box of keepsakes and mementos he keeps under his bed, but the page on his laptop screen remains dishearteningly blank.

Then, one night, during a fire drill, he is standing outside on the street when he glimpses a neighbour on the sixth floor. A short while later, the man is shamelessly flirting at his front door, introducing himself as Harry (Paul Mescal) with a bottle of whiskey in his hand.

Adam sends him away that time, but they meet again and start a passionate relationship, telling one another stories of their childhoods, their home towns, and the division their coming out caused within their families. That last one is the lively Harry’s story.

Pensive Adam’s parents died 35 years before, together in a car accident when he was 12. Perhaps that’s the spur that puts Adam on a train to his boyhood home in the suburbs, where he spies a familiar child in the bedroom window of the house where he once lived.

Then he meets his father (Jamie Bell) in the local off-licence, who brings him home to his mother (Claire Foy). They both look as they did in 1987 (touchingly, younger than Adam is now).

They know they are ghosts, and that something metaphysical has brought about their reconciliation, but Adam doesn’t care. He tells them stories of his life since, and those things they didn’t know about him as a child. He wears his old pyjamas. He plays old LPs on the record player.

Affectingly, he comes out to them in scenes that highlight the changed social and legal attitudes to homosexuality in the 30-odd years since they died, at the height of the Aids crisis. “Everything’s different now,” Adam reassures his mother across the dimensions and the decades.

I have brought you as far as I can, about a half hour into the story. The rest of this beautifully acted and emotionally absorbing film will have to wait to be discovered.

Although Scott and Mescal’s relationship dominates, I was most taken with Foy and Bell as the parents discovering how their orphaned child remembers them, his eternal love spiked with bracing notes of disappointment and regret.

All of Us Strangers, directed by Andrew Haigh; nationwide, 16; rating: ****'

[lovestuckyhatemarvel]

Dear Billy: how did you end up with such a fucking stranglehold on this show? Rest in Pieces you fucking dweeb.

1.) These agents are terrible at talking to teenagers.

2.) I wanna brush Jonathan’s hair. Just because it looks like he hasn’t done it in a while.

3.) I am glad Max is admitting it as soon as she figures out that she’s cursed. I think everyone at this point is tired of the ‘got bit by a zombie and hides it’ shit. Like yeah, she hid headaches and shit, but those are normal trauma things.

4.) Yeah, you wield that lamp, Steve.

5.) I know it’s mostly for the audience but Dustin saying they have bigger problems and then looking at Max should be absolutely incomprehensible to Lucas at this point.

6.) Erica is painting a mini and I love her. Oh Jason is talking to her. Erica, kick Jason’s ass. But also, ERICA, DON’T FUCKING TELL PEOPLE THAT SHIT. GODDAMN IT.

7.) I adore Steve’s ‘a little humility’ line and then sitting down like that. Lmao

8.) Murray is right. You can’t be late to a ransom exchange. That’s kind of dire. Also, you’re in Alaska. They’re in California. What the fuck are you gonna do for your kids from here?

9.) I haven’t mentioned in a while that stranger things or Netflix or both filmed in a holocaust site and then turned it into a tourist airbnb. That’s fucked up, y’all.

10.) of course the boring feds are watching boring golf.

11.) Mike, you literally can’t even tell Will that you need to tell El that you love her. How are you gonna tell El that you love her?

12.) Jonathan’s got PLANS. PIZZA PLANS.

13.) Does Argyle give that pineapple spiel every time?

14.) Lucas, Steve, and Dustin are all idiots if they didn’t immediately recognize these as goodbye-I’m-dead-we-failed letters.

15.) since when does max know a good lawyer. Is it Saul Goodman?

16.) Robin can not walk in heels.

17.) Robin to the rescue with an infodump filled with some laws. It actually works. I’m in love with Robin. Does anyone else think Nancy fell just a tiny bit in love with her after that speech? Loved the low five, btw, babes.

18.) ???????????????????????? Ok Yuri.

19.) Actually I’ve done a rapid turnabout. I love Yuri. He’s a goofy little cartoon man.

20.) Hopper with a stick vs guard with a gun. Who will win? Obviously hopper. Oh god, not the gross foot again. And now the sequel, Hopper with a chain vs guard with a gun. Well, a guard with a gun and then a wrench and then a gun again. Damn that gun was loud.

21.) Hopper did you not put your shoe back on?

22.) THat fucking explosion was hilariously big.

23.) None of these Russians can. Aim for shit.

24.) Hey, kids, I know one of you is cursed, but could you wear your seatbelts?

25.) I love Max so much and I’m gonna rip Vecna apart just for hurting Max. But also why did her mom just kind of leave her there zoning out???

26.) Robin and Nancy are a dream team.

27.) oh they fully copied Silence of the Lambs for this shit. Lmao

28.) Is that Robert Englund? I recognize him from his voice and silhouette. Oh hell yeah it is him. Casting Freddy Krueger in a role like this is actually very fun. Also the way they did his makeup/prosthetics is once again way cooler and more interesting and dare I say creepier than literally all the Vecna corpses combined.

29.) [emotional, tender music playing] over Will and Mike’s little talk. Friends. Best friends. Sure.

30.) Oh damn. People with guns. Honestly this is too much stress to put a fun stoner under.

31.) Okay Hop has a bit to go to get to the fucking church. Oh nvm. He’s like, there already.

32.) This escape is brought to you by JIF’s creamy peanut butter. When you have a busted foot and are on the run from Russian guards, there’s only one type of peanut buttery goodness that will keep you going.

33.) HEY. DUFFER BROTHERS. IT’S NOT SHOCKING IF YOU HAVE EVERY SINGLE FUCKING PLAN IN THE SHOW GO TO SHIT.

34.) The timeline of this season is extra stupid.

35.) Flashback time. “This was a SPAWN OF SATAN!!!’ It killed a rabbit. Like yeah later it turns into hallucinations but at first it was literally just killing small animals. Virginia’s death is so fucking goofy. Oh, Victor Creel was a war criminal. Super not understanding why Henry Creel did all this shit.

36.) Oh, my girls have been found out.

37.) March 29, 1967 to July 4, 1985. Here lies a dipshit.

38.) Max, I love you, but this dream is a tiny bit stupid.

39.) I don’t think the Duffer Brothers have ever mourned someone they hated. Especially not a family member. If I ever rewrite this scene, I’m going in a very different direction.

40.) Steve’s Overprotective Dad Senses are tingling. And he’s RIGHT. Also, I just realized that their eyes don’t go white, they go milky. Their eyes aren’t even rolled back. They go milky and bloodshot for some reason.

41.) Can we talk about how Billy the Racist Shithead got to be in this show and come back way more than LITERALLY EVERY OTHER DEAD PERSON COMBINED? Fuck this douche.

42.) Okay I’m gonna be real with you, but if Billy turned into Vecna, I’d laugh my ass off.

43.) Robin is the one who figured out the music.

44.) I love the music thing but I think there should also be the option of beating Vecna if you just fucking forgive yourself.

45.) Me walking through Vecna’s nightmare mindscape: Hey, have you ever seen that one melting clocks painting? Fuckin’ wild, right? I think you’d be into it. Anyway, I’ve done worse to myself, you ABSOLUTE FUCKING AMATEUR.

46.) Like for real, have the Duffers ever truly hated themselves? Because these Vecna visions have been kind of tame in comparison.

47.) The montage of moments actually is very cute.

48.) I bet some freaks on ao3 have done weird tentacle porn about Vecna.

[novakidds]

for that ask game, all multiples of 3 :3

POG

3) 3 films you could watch for the rest of your life and not get bored of?

i do not actually watch many movies. one that IMMEDIATELY came to mind though? the princess bride. i watched it enough to re-tell the script end-to-end when i was a kid bc im insane

6) what’s the best and worst part of being online/a creator?

best: i can give advice to people in a similar situation to myself and they (allegedly) actually want to listen and grow from whatever relevant wisdom i have to give worst: the amount of information i am expected (and even required) to provide to give context to my situation. and for many, it will never be enough!

9) tell a story about your childhood

this unlocked a memory

the first and last time my family of 4 did something together that was of my own initiative was play l/ttle b/g pl4net 3 together. it was a timed co-op level that required use of all 4 controllers. i alone could not operate 4 controllers, i had no available friends (if i did it wouldn't be enough people), and thusly i asked the three of them. i was patient in teaching my parents how the controller worked through my mother repeatedly saying how un-intuitive she felt it to be (which is fair) and after giving them colorful costumes to tell each other apart, we began to play.

there was multiple rounds of not quite meeting the time, but that's fine, it's just a game and we could try again. i enjoyed sharing my special interest of the time with them. my younger brother, however, quickly grew frustrated. for context, with a deep anxiety about losing his baby teeth upon having lost one, my father had given him a $20 bill earlier this morning to assuage the dread and attempt to make it a positive experience.

to express his frustration, he had gotten up and stormed off to his room. i let him be, and desperately tried to keep momentum with teaching 2 adults how to use a PS4 controller while operating two of them myself. when my brother had returned, he told the room that he had ripped up his $20 bill. my father rose his voice- he does so rarely- and sent him to his room. to help him (brother) calm down, they went on a walk in the neighborhood.

the session had died. with two players out of the picture and my mother still trying to understand one controller, i could not ask her to operate two, nor could i reasonably operate three. we stopped playing, i turned the game off, and have had no such fortune ever since.

12) what’s some good advice you want to share?

when buying the first supplying wave of utensils or cookware for your kitchen, buy cheap stuff first. whatever breaks, wears, or tears first is what you use the most, and can reliably replace with an expensive appliance that will get its moneys worth. you may or may not use an ice cream maker that much to warrant a super-good one.

also, get silicone spatulas. not hard plastic, because it scratches nonstick coating and leaves microplastics, and metal DEFINITELY scratches nonstick coating.

15) what do you think of when you hear the word “home”?

decades-old garden of ferns that grow up to your chest. a lilac bush so tall it's a tree. tiger lilies as a vibrant surprise every summer. chickadees coming to the feeder, and steller jays that will land in your hand if you have peanuts.

the wave of stench from pets past and present the moment you dare walk in the front door. a window the sun never wants to shine through. laundry older than you are up to your knees. mice, beetles, spiders, moths, fruit flies, dust, dust.

18) do you believe in ghosts and/or aliens?

your energy definitely lingers when you're gone, positive or negative, and presents itself in bizarre ways (especially with electric tech like cameras)

aliens are inevitable. the universe is too damn big. whether or not they're, like, here isnt exactly a big concern unless they have the guts to make it a little more fuckin obvious they are. i mean CMON

21) are you a spiritual person?

...... maybe? what i believe isnt written down by somebody else, and is thus boring to explain at parties.

24) what’s one thing you’re proud of yourself for?

question #1 i had to save to come back to no matter how sleep-deprived, dehydrated, unfed, or suicidal i am, i can get out of bed to go to work.

27) any nicknames?

my gf calls me "wionel" when she bullies me lol

30) what’s one thing that never fails to make you happy/happier?

question #2 i had to save to come back to my partner. i don't want to abuse that too much. i dread, sometimes, that one day that spiritual balm might not work anymore.

33) any hobbies?

i'm drawing again. i intended to abandon all of my hobbies in favor of working, but my gf had encouraged me to start again.

36) are you an open book or do you have walls up?

no one in-person is worth opening to except my partner, and so i just... don't. i have cultivated my online space quite carefully. i can be open here.

39) youtuber you’ve been obsessed with and why?

IF YOU LIKE FACTORIO? dear god go watch Michael Hendriks

he has a lot of challenge videos, mostly uses text to communicate to the viewer and doesn't often talk, and he also has m/necr4ft challenges if you look at his older uploads. but i have the 'tism and like factorio sue me