#op seriously this is GORGEOUS

[speakofcompersion]

For jjong month ♡ part [4/4]

[pinkcrittertomb]

I, no joke, often dream about a scenario where Sanji realizes he can fight women without disrespecting them. Something happen or someone open his eyes, saying that he "respect" women so much by not fighting them that he is straight up disrespecting women by not seeing them as worth fighters, that may exist women who will take advantage of it (like we see zillions of times in the anime) but there is nothing more humiliating than someone not seeing you as worth to a fight and refusing to fight you as equal

[pastafossa]

Pasta! I'm so happy you got to meet charlie!!!! We need a play by play of every interaction!!!! I'm going to meet him in a month and I'm so excited and scared haha

I wrote some play-by-plays and posted about our interactions so those are up now! And I can honestly say he is, without a doubt, the kindest, warmest, and most wonderful actor or celeb I've met. I was so, so nervous to meet him as @wonderlandmind4 can confirm. He's my favorite actor, who played what became my favorite character ever, and whose work quite literally changed the course of my life (since his portrayal of DD led to TRT which has snowballed into this massive thing, on top of how seeing Matt's struggle helped me process a lot of heavy stuff I struggled with). On top of that, I wanted to ask him to hold the red thread for our photo and I wasn't entirely sure he'd be down for that, AND I wanted to mention at the autograph how much his portrayal of Matt had helped me. And my anxiety levels were off the charts.

But he made it so, so easy to talk to him, to ask him to hold the thread or do other fun things for photo ops, and to interact with him. I've never seen anyone at events like this engage as easily, as happily, and as warmly as he does. He wants to talk with you, and hear what you have to say. He's genuinely happy to see you and sign things and for you to show him cool DD things (@intricate-melody got to show him her stunning DD tattoo and he signed her arm!). He cares about what you have to say, and his big smile when you come up to him is so kind that you just feel like this weight is off your shoulders, because he's so happy you're there, and that just... makes you feel more confident. Because when someone's happy to see you, so happy they get those little crinkles around their eyes, well, it's a lot easier to talk to them.

So from someone who was CRAZY nervous about meeting Charlie, I can tell you - you're going to have an absolutely AMAZING time meeting him. ❤️

[jerriisspeakingnow]

Nobody talk to me today - episode one of Chainsaw Man is out today and I’ve already shed a tear just watching the OP.

[colealexart]

story time! i met the cr cast this past weekend at mcm london and they were the kindest people imaginable, but my interaction with laura and marisha was just. incomprehensibly sweet and the best thing to ever happen to me.

first up was laura. my friends izzy (@wvearp) and abby (@overnighttosunflowers) went before me in the queue and they got my art signed by her. when they did, she said “oh, best art” and they told her that they were here with the artist. she immediately was like “what?! where?!” and started looking around frantically. i was standing just to the side and i waved awkwardly and she was like “NO WAY! YOU!! i favourite this shit on twitter ALL THE TIME!” which i find hilarious because yeah, i freak out a little every time she does.

when it got to my turn, i said hello and asked her how she was doing. she did not answer my question and instead said “cole, are you kidding me? these are gorgeous” about the two prints i handed to her. (the one pictured and a different one i got signed.) she said she remembers seeing this after the episode aired and i was like “yeah, it airs at 3am here so i drew this in a frantic, sleep deprived stupor at 7am” and she said “you did it so fast, i remember! i sent it to marisha! people are SO QUICK with the fanart, you guys are insane.”

after she signed the print, she held onto it for a moment and just sat and admired it, before looking at me with the BIGGEST smile and saying “you are seriously the best. thank you.” and i don’t know how to handle sincerity so i handed her the dice i got for her. she was so excited about them and immediately rolled the d20 and got a 10 (edit: i misremembered, she got a 3 lol). i then asked if we could play rollies and she beat me. i got a 5 and laura got a 7. i said i’m sorry they’re not rolling well and she was like “it’s fine, they just need charging up!”

i also got a selfie too, but the guy helping her at the table took the photo for us instead of me trying to take it because i suck at taking selfies. she gave me a really tight side hug and when it was done, she thanked me again with the biggest smile.

i also didnt realize until afterwards but instead of writing a character quote, laura wrote “you are everything” on my autograph 😭

next was the group photo op. as we walked up i said hi again to laura and she immediately recognized me from before. she grabbed onto my shoulders and literally spun me around to marisha and was frantically saying “marisha marisha, this is the person that does the amazing imodna art!” but there was a lot going on and marisha was looking at me with the most bewildered expression, until she eventually understood what laura was saying but we had to rush to take the photo. laura held onto my arm and marisha leaned against me and i didn’t realize until afterwards but liam and tal also had their hands on my shoulders lol. it was A Lot. i told marisha i would probably be heading to her autograph queue next so i’d see her there and she was like “awesome, i cant wait!”

so after that, i met marisha. i was probably the most nervous to meet her because she’s just so cool and intimidating but in reality she is just so warm and has such a calming presence about her. she was like “cole, good to see you again!” and i handed her the same imodna print that i had laura sign. she said “ohh, aww this is amazing! this is what laura was talking about, i was so confused!”

then we talked a bit about the live show because her voice was hoarse and i asked her how she was feeling. she said it was just her voice that was gone, but we agreed that it was absolutely worth it because the live show was incredible. i also congratulated her on the how do you wanna do this, then gave her the dice i got for her and we played rollies too. we both got an 18 at first and when we rerolled, she beat me with another 18 to my 16. then she was like “oh these roll really well, i’m definitely gonna use these!”

we took our photo together and afterwards she said “thank you for your art and everything. seriously, you’re so talented” while rubbing my shoulder, and then i headed off to join ashley’s queue.

i’m probably gonna make a separate post about meeting ashley and sam. i just wanted to write this down mostly to immortalize on my blog. i expected them to be kind but i did NOT expect to feel so loved and appreciated. laura was about as excited as i was, and made me feel so special. (this is also a pretty small thing but i dont think i pass very well, so the fact that laura said ‘person’ and didn’t misgender me meant a hell of a lot too.)

i did bring extra prints to give to them as a gift but was overwhelmed and forgot lol

anyway, that’s it! for anyone wondering if the critical role cast are as kind in person as they seem online, they absolutely are and then some. i’ll never forget this past week.

[shirefantasies]

Hey, are your requests open? If not then feel free to ignore this, or don't feel the need to write a whole set of headcanons for it, I just wanted to ask something. What Lord of the Rings characters do you think would most love a character who wears pretty skirts and is generally decently feminine but also has huge muscles and is really strong? Basically the full Luisa Madrigal type of person, huge muscles and cute skirts. I can't stop thinking about it and wanted to know what characters you think would be into that the most.

Have a good day! Take care of yourself 💋

LoTR Characters + Buff Woman

Luisa is my favorite omg! I also think of Ilona Maher whomst is gorgeous and I love 😌 Great ask OP. On behalf of the entire world I would like to say W O M E N. BUFF WOMENNNNNNN

Respectfully would like you to step on them: Gimli, Boromir, Eowyn, Galadriel, Arwen, Aragorn

Slightly intimidated: Sam, Merry, Faramir, Haldir

Mostly just sees you for you/your other traits and doesn’t really think about it until a certain moment: Legolas, Frodo, Pippin, Eomer, Elrond

Gimli takes one look at you and he’s already fallen. You’re drop-dead gorgeous by dwarven standards even if you don’t have any facial hair. You catch the way he is dumbfounded in your presence, the way his eyes linger, and yet how gently and reverently he makes any contact with your body or hair that happens. Half-accidentally drops jokes about how you could overpower him any day when you spar. | Boromir’s brows raise when he first lays eyes upon you, your demure dress contrasted by an impressive physique he can hardly peel his eyes from. At first he tells himself he envies you, but the longer he lets his thoughts linger, the less he can deny envy is not the slightest of his feelings toward you…. | Similarly, Eowyn admires your obvious strength, wonders if she appeared so if she would be taken seriously. However, seeing how others act intimidated by you or even take you as her opposite, viewing you as some contradiction despite your beauty and wondrous disposition, she finds herself standing up for you and staying by your side. | Galadriel's eyes fix upon you like a fox's, glinting with a mix of pride and hunger. She compliments your strength and gives you the most beautiful gift that not only brings out your feminine beauty but also keeps you safe. No doubt rests in her mind that you could protect yourself, but it gives her peace of mind. It also allows her to press her hands over yours, maybe slide them ever so slightly along the muscle of your arms. Something about her teasing quips and looks have you wondering just what reaction she would like to see... | Arwen encourages you to give your all when you spar, grinning and joking that she can take it. "I want to see your strength," she tells you. She also adores highlighting your beauty, gently hanging flowers in your hair or tucking them behind your ear with a smile, savoring the way you smile back at her as though it hadn't sent a shiver down your spine the way you pinned her in practice, your sword hovering above her neck. | They all say they have never seen Aragorn act this way before. His countenance is severe despite his caring heart. And yet you tease smirks out of him like nothing, draw sounds from him during spars that none of the fellowship have noticed before. As your swords meet, your shared whispers of banter have the hobbits looking this way and that, meeting each other’s eyes. But the first invasion shows how you fight for each other as one, moving like a unit and displaying more than a little willingness to sacrifice yourselves for the other.

Do you detect a note of apprehension in Sam's eyes? The hobbit looks up at you with that wide green gaze, but he returns your smile when you give him your sweetest look. He stutters a bit whenever he addresses you, but you find it endearing, coaxing more and more words out of him. He holds you in high regard, anyone can see- or hear, should we say. After all, he makes many a comment to that end. "We're lucky we have 'er- she could even give Strider a run for it." | Merry, too, looks upon you with a piqued gaze that follows your movements, but he simply moves about you with extraneous politeness until the first time you bring him tea, smiling warmly and wishing him well before striding off, skirts flowing at your feet, and suddenly he feels a flush creeping along his cheeks and a smile raising his lips. | Your strength brings a seeming aura of purpose to your strides, one which Faramir has learned to detect from a young age. Detect and shirk from. At times, even hide from. He feels his whole body tense and brace, and yet when your lips part the words that pass from them are sweet and bright. Warm and appreciative. Just as quickly as the tension had rose, it deflated and Faramir welcomed you with the sweet hospitality his father did not always appreciate, but he felt a lady deserved. The closer you grew, the more and more Faramir saw of your beauty and grace on a dance floor and skill with an axe alike- and the more he found himself thinking how the addition of a lady like yourself would bring Gondor nothing but pride. | Haldir finds himself raising his brows upon first sight of you, unable to stop the darting of his eyes over your form, which is quite unlike anything he has ever seen in his many years of lifetime. And here he thought nothing could surprise him. Yet when you emerge freshly changed from your battle-torn cloak into a gown of elven make, euphoria, relief, and joy glistening from every fiber of your being, he is drawn to you like a metallic pole finding its other half. He learns of your sporting, that which has leant you such tone, and realizes you are nowhere near the callous fighter he had expected, but rather a women whose charms could claim the hearts of men day after day, year after year.

Legolas is naturally quiet, reserved. Observation is his domain despite his quick wit. You often wonder at him, feel a shell about the elf prince that has yet to crack. Little did you realize he thought the same. At least, that is, until the day he finds you strayed from the campground into a meadow. There you are plucking flowers, extending one to him and explaining as he strides beside you that you feel more at peace in silence. Among growing things. With a smile, Legolas expresses your kindred spirits, internally feeling a new glow building in his heart. Rather than your strength, he falls for your solace. | It sticks in Frodo's mind how willing you are to undertake the entire fellowship's repairs, sitting there with needle and thread in hand and serene expression on face. Contrasting greatly, of course, to the flexing of your broad arms with each motion, corded muscle serving only to create. The hobbit takes to sitting at your side, watching you work and reading aloud, glancing up at you with soft smiles. | Curiosity paints Pippin's every action, the way his head tilts when he looks at you, his eyes roaming over whatever you are doing. You find yourself drawn to him, giggling over his questions and sharing jokes about your observations. He finds his heart fluttering every time you laugh and the day you lift him onto your shoulders and run about the camp. Despite your height, your countenance is perfect to him to bring back to the Shire, and more and more he finds himself fantasizing about a life with you there, full of laughs and love and more piggyback runs through the flowering fields. | Eomer struggles with his own perception, tripping over judgment when you first come to know one another. You are a woman, demure in your dress and yet it is clear the way the soldiers treat you as one of them. War, he always thought, was the province of men, and yet here you were capable of defeating any of his comrades in an arm wrestling match. Just to show the ones that mocked your embroidered skirt or told you that you would never be worthy of it. You would slam their hands down, then turn around and bake them cakes to take on journeys. You were everything, and that somehow was no exaggeration in Eomer’s mind. He fell for your indomitable spirit. | Lord Elrond is well used to taking in all. No exceptions. The wounded, the disabled, the grieving. Nearly all races had set foot in the valley of Imladris. Having seen much, Elrond did not question you like the others did. He saw your fascination with elven culture, your peace amongst harpists. In fact, it was he who encouraged your lessons with Lindir and his apprentice, smiling as your strong hands plucked gently at her side. Reverence filled your eyes as you looked upon the artworks displayed in his halls, the years of history the lord was more than willing to grant you tours of. More than your amazing resilience and formidable build, Elrond loved your appreciation of beauty.

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[lilozzzyo3569]

Ari Levinson x Nurse Reader

Summary: "Maybe I won't get hurt so much if you just go out with me." Warnings: MDNI, female reader is smaller then Ari (duh man is MASSIVE), I don't own this man (but I guess I wasn't meant to be happy), General fluff, Ari is persistent, slight suggestive fluff, Ari is love sick and this whole fic is based off of this one gif

You had started yet another shift at the ER, and had just finished your first (third) cup of coffee. When you got a page that you were needed in op 3. So of course you ran over to find him.

"Well well well if it isn't my favorite little ER RN" Ari was smiling waiting for you on the exam table. You chuckled as you closed the door behind you as you lean against the door with your clipboard held across your chest as Ari made no attempt to pretend he wasn't undressing you with his eyes as he always did. "Ya know we might need to a punch card or something with how often you come here." you respond walking over to check his vitals again. He simply puts his arm out and opens his mouth, as you get his blood pressure and his temperature. "Do you guys do that because that would make it a lot easier for me." You giggle as you sarcastically say "No Ari Emergency Rooms don't actually have punch cards, so what is it this time Ari, another pulled muscle, headache, paper cut oh or is it another strange tired feeling." He takes the opportunity to respond with a chuckle, "well you see I wouldn't have to come here so much if someone would just go out with me." Ari winked at you making you blush. "Ugh we have been over this Ari, I am not interested in dating" you shrug before turning around and looking at his chart. "Seriously Ari, a broken heart?"

Ari stands and looks down on you cornering you against the desk before giving you a sultry look, "I wouldn't have a broken heart if someone would just let me take her out for dinner some time, what do you say beautiful? You'd be saving me the cost of having to come here all the time to see my gorgeous little angel." Ari lifts your chin with his massive finger making you feel even tinier that he already made you feel. "What do you say baby?" Ari had the gall to wink at you making your cheeks heat up under his lust filled gaze. You bite your lip as you look up at him "Ugh fine, one dinner, and you stop stalking me at my hospital" you say smiling up at him. Ari claps his hands and gets excited saying "Done, me, you and that new ramen shop, say yes princess." Still biting our lip, you look up at him as the hand holding up your chin moves down your throat and down your sides, and down to crest of your breasts. His gaze moving from your eyes to your lips and down to your breasts before moving his hands down to holding your hips. You clutch onto your clipboard for dear lip as Ari's gaze roams back up to your eyes. "Ari-" His eyes roll back before groaning in the back of his throat, the sound grumbling up from somewhere deep in his chest. "I love the way my name sounds coming out of that pretty little mouth of yours, and I promise if you just give me a chance, I swear to make it worth your while" he says seductively against your lips making you gasp. "Now tell daddy yes." Too lost in his darken gaze, his manly scent, and the feeling of his large warm hands squeezing your hips all you can do is nod, making him grin down at you like the cat the caught the canary. "Good girl" he says against your lips before kissing your forehead and sauntering out of the room.

Okay so I have been a ghost lately and I am sorry but life was kicking my a$$, but I love Ari with all my heart and wanted to try my hand at writing some suggestive fluff. Thank you also for all of the love and support on my work so far, and I am open to suggestions

[bluejeanstrash]

you had pretty much spent the entire day losing your mind over how fucking fine your boyfriend was looking. the black suit on the news was already bad enough but then he took it off and rolled his sleeves up during the stream?

it was simply too much. and you had let jihoon know by sending him increasingly dramatic messages throughout the day. he would never admit it incase he sounded too conceited, but god he loved it when you hyped up his looks. the cheesier the message, the better.

he had been reading them during every break, giggling at your rapid thirsty descent. and when he walked through the door after work, sleeves still rolled up, gorgeous forearms on display, you had to reiterate just how hot he was.

‘stoo-op’ he whines, feeling embarrassed at the many compliments coming out of your mouth. and like he did when he was awkward, jihoon changes the subject.

‘i’m going to go wash up and change’ he says, starting to walk away.

‘come back here and let me love you’ you follow him as he starts laughing, walking even faster.

‘seriously though-’ you stop teasing, leaning against the door frame as he walks into the bedroom ‘-you looked so good babe! kind of like a ceo. felt like i should call you sir or something’

immediately, jihoon stops. he slowly turns around, the tips of his ears starting to blush red.

‘call me what?’

‘sir’

you walk up to him and run your finger down his shirt, feeling his abs along the way.

‘you know like - yes sir. please sir. thank you sir’ you moan, doing your best impression of every terrible porno ever made.

jihoon doesn’t know what’s worse—the awful impression or the fact that it’s turning him on. he stares at you for a second and then mutters ‘say that again’ taking one step closer.

thinking he’s joking, you let out a little laugh, but when you feel something hard against you, you know he’s not.

until now in your dom-sub play you didn’t really call jihoon anything. if you did have to refer to him, you’d just call him by his name. but the word sir was sitting pretty in your mouth and hitting his ear just right.

‘again’

‘yes sir. please sir. thank you sir’ you repeat, submissively this time, as he looks down at you, eyes overcast with lust. they always grew dark and severe like this when he moved into domspace.

it honestly always surprised you how he was able to switch up so easily. the atmosphere now was completely different than a few seconds ago. there’s a sudden stillness in the air, a desperate tension waiting to be released.

jihoon brings his hand up to your face, slowly tracing the shape of your lips with his thumb.

‘you make it sound so pretty in that mouth’

‘thank you...sir’ you reply as the corners of his mouth turn up slightly, pleased with how quickly you’ve caught on.

‘such a good girl’ he looks down at your lips thinking how his cock would look equally pretty pushing through them and suddenly feels this rush of lust as he imagines your cum stained mouth saying thank you sir.

you can feel how horny he is. all this…because of a word?

‘i think you deserve a little reward’ he says, and just like that every thought in your mind is consumed by one word: reward. because jihoon’s rewards were just like his punishments—a little too much.

‘tell me-’ he tucks your hair behind your ear before sliding his hand down to your jaw ‘-do you want my cock, my fingers, or my tongue? i’ll let you choose this time’

‘your fingers’ you reply instantly, feeling a little desperate. the thought of jihoon’s slender fingers moving in and out of you with the sleeves of his shirt rolled up was making your brain buzz.

‘fingers please’ you repeat, slower.

he looks at you, raising a stern eyebrow. aren’t you forgetting something?

‘…sir’

[kradogsrats]

no but seriously since presumably we all have Netflix accounts I encourage everyone with a usable device for it to give TDP: Xadia a try, bc assuming it has remained anything like the alpha it has:

fun play for players of all skill levels, like I know someone's definitely gonna get super sweaty esports about it but there's much more space for just playing and having fun... it was also very playable solo, despite being co-op oriented which is great if you are like me and hiss like an offended cat at other gamers

legitimately funny writing, also there were so many new characters in the alpha and I love all of them, even the ones who are total disasters (especially the ones who are total disasters)

absolutely gorgeous environments, obviously this is not a triple-A bleeding-edge PC game that will melt your RTX 4080 or whatever but dang it was actually really pretty even in alpha

lore shit that will blow your damn mind, and while it's wasn’t stuff I've had to stuff my fist in my mouth to avoid revealing in s6 speculation (thankfully), I can't wait for everyone to get their fingers into with me because it's really world-expanding

like unless they managed to completely fuck it up right at the finish line (admittedly possible), this is going to be a really cool game

[mysticalmallard]

Brother To Brother

Word count: 686

Description: Opie is falling for a waitress and he feels guilty about it and seeks advice from Jax. Part 3 of the opie and the waitress mini series.

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Opie was never good with words, more of a man of action as they said. So when it came to his emotions he preferred to stuff them deep down where they wouldn't bother him.

But this was different. Something about her just got under his skin.

He walked across the mechanic shop to his best friend- brother, Jax Teller.

"Hey Jax, can I ask you something?"Jax looks up from the engine he was currently working on and turns to him with a bemused expression.

"Yeah, what's up, Ope?"

Opie takes a deep breath and shoves his hands in his pockets.

"I have a question. And I need you to be serious and not laugh, alright?"Jax stands up straight and wipes his hands on a rag, his curiosity piqued.

"Alright mate, I promise I won't laugh," he replies, his expression now serious.

Opie ran a hand through his hair, looking around to make sure no one else was close enough to hear them.

"I think I'm falling for someone," he said quietly, his eyes fixed on the garage floor.

Jax raised an eyebrow, not expecting that.

"Falling for someone, huh?" he says, crossing his arms. "And who might this 'someone' be?"

"A waitress at the cafe on the outskirts of town," Opie mutters, a slight blush coloring his cheeks. "Ever since I went there I can't stop thinking about her."

Jax lets out a low whistle.

"Wow, the waitress at the cafe huh?" he repeats. "You've got it pretty bad, don't you, brother?"

Opie scowls at him, his usual bravado faltering.

"Shut up, man. I'm being serious. I have no idea what to do," he says, the corners of his mouth turning down into a frown.

Jax chuckles and pats his shoulder.

"Calm down, Ope. I'm just messing with you." He grins at his friend. "So, tell me about this waitress. What's she like?"

Opie's frown turned back up into a shy smile.

"She's...perfect," he said, leaning against a desk. "She's sweet, funny, and gorgeous. And she's got these brown eyes that just...I don't know how to explain it. You'd have to see 'em for yourself."

Jax smiles, noticing the dreamy expression on his friend's face.

"Sounds like you really do have it bad," he teases. "But seriously, if you like her so much, why don't you just ask her out?"

"The kids..Donna...Donna has only been...gone...for a year and now I'm....I don't know man...it's too soon right?"Jax's expression softened, understanding the guilt Opie felt.

"Ope, you can't think like that," he said gently. "You're allowed to move on and be happy again. Donna would want that for you."

Opie nods, his chin dropping to his chest.

"I know you're right," he says quietly. "But I can't help feeling guilty. Like I'm betraying her memory or something."

Jax lays a hand on his shoulder, his voice firm.

"You're not betraying her memory. What happened to her was tragic, but you can't let it define the rest of your life. You deserve to be happy again, brother."

Opie looks up at his best friend, appreciating his support.

"Thanks, Jax," he says, his voice thick with emotion. "I just can't shake this feeling of guilt. Like I'm doing something wrong by even thinking about another girl."

Jax shakes his head, his grip on Opie's shoulder tightening.

"You're allowed to have feelings, man," he says firmly. "And it's not wrong for you to have feelings for someone else. Everyone moves on at their own speed, and that's okay."

Opie takes a deep breath, trying to absorb Jax's words.

"I know. I just need to let go of this guilt. It feels like I'm trapped in my head, you know?"Jax nods, his expression understanding.

"I get it, Ope. But trust me, letting go of that guilt will be the best thing you can do for yourself. You deserve to be happy, and if this waitress makes you happy, then you should go for it."

Opie manages a small smile, feeling a sense of relief wash over him.

"Maybe you're right, Jax," he says. "Maybe I need to just take a chance and see where it leads."

[drewsbuzzcut]

The Touch Of A Hand Lit The Fuse

Jeremy Swayman x Lyla Blair

A ‘The Masterminds’ blurb

warnings: mentions dying and that should be it

takes place: February 2024

“You know, I tried to get tickets to your concert, but they sold out before I could even press ‘purchase’,” a voice comes up behind Lyla.

She turns around only to be pleasantly surprised to see The Bruins goalie her team drafted, Jeremy. Her eyes flit between his nice beard and his even prettier eyes. She’s glad she’ll get the chance to finally talk to him after all the eye contact they were sharing earlier. Lyla can still feel the electrical current flowing through her veins after the handshake they shared when he was drafted.

“Well, if you’re still up for going, I can place you backstage or on the side stage. Whatever works for you,” Lyla muses, tilting her head to the side and batting her eyes at him.

“Seriously?” Jeremy perks up, eyes excited and cheeks flushing red. He wasn’t expecting the offer, but he is thrilled by it.

“Oh yeah. I saw that TikTok you did with your teammates, so how could I not have a dedicated fan at one of my shows,” Lyla teases and gets a cute smile out of him.

“Aw man. My reputation precedes me. I’m kind of embarrassed you saw that,” he admits, eyes cast low and fingers scratching at the back of his neck.

“I think it’s hot, you, knowing the words to my songs and willingly going along with the video,” Lyla says, earning that saccharine laugh from Jeremy.

“How could I not know the words? Your voice is the best thing I’ve ever heard,” he flirts, leaning down closer to her ear to make sure she hears his words.

Lyla feels her heart stutter, the red flush blooming on her cheeks the same way it was on him. She bites down on her lip to stop her smile, but a laugh bubbles up and brings out her smile even more. Jeremy thinks if he’d die right now, he’d be content with that. The way her lips curve when she’s trying to fight her smile makes him want to kiss her. He needs to know what her lips feel like.

“He’s handsome and he’s not afraid to support a woman. You make it tough not to be attracted to you,” Lyla flirts back, intensely looking up into his eyes.

Jeremy swears his heart starts to do somersaults. He feels the urge to just run and scream at the top of his lungs, because this gorgeous girl thinks he’s attractive. She’s talking to him and being flirty, and Jeremy is sure his cheeks are on fire.

“I’m a gentleman, too,” he says cooly.

“Oh are you?”

Instead of responding, he walks ahead of her, turning back and offering his hand out to her to help her walk off the ice. He honestly didn’t want her to slip being that she’s wearing heels, but it just so happened to coincide with what he told her.

Lyla, whose heart is racing, feels that electric shock in her palm once again. She wonders if he feels it too. He does.

“Thank you, Jeremy. I-“ Lyla gets interrupted by her publicist.

“Ly, we need you to do a photo op with Nathan,” she speaks quickly, pulling Lyla away from Jeremy before she can mutter a goodbye.

Disappointment is an understatement. Jeremy feels her absence so thoroughly, her warmth still sits in the palm of his hand. Now he has to watch her laugh and pose for pictures with other hockey players.

“Hey, I’m so sorry about that. I didn’t mean to just leave. My publicist just wanted me to get that done before they leave,” Lyla explains, setting her free hand on Jeremy’s bicep.

Her touch snaps him out of his daze. His eyes peer down to where her hand rests on him and the butterflies return. Giddiness settles in his features.

“Don’t worry about it. If I were them, I’d want a picture with you, too,” he says with earnest.

“I feel special,” Lyla jokes, flipping her hair over her shoulder dramatically.

“So, I will take you up on that offer for the side stage view at your concert, if you come to our game next week against Calgary,” Jeremy offers.

“Deal,” she agrees easily, a never ending smile shining bright at him.

“And I think we need to get you a bruins jersey instead of that one,” Jeremy points to the Colorado Avalanche jersey in her hand.

“Only if it has your last name on the back,” Lyla adds in her only condition.

Jeremy nods his head, looking down to hide his smile. He can get used to being around her.

a/n: First actual part of The Masterminds! I truly cherish Lyla and Jeremy so much, and all of you who contributed to this au.

[jelzorz]

137.

Rayla keeps her hair long for one reason and one reason only, and that is that she doesn't have time to keep it short. She'd cut it twice herself in the early days of her quest, but both times ended in choppy, uneven haircuts that she needed to see hairdressers to fix anyway, and both times it cost her a rabbit.

It's easier, these days, to let it grow and to throw it into a bun to keep it out of her face. She hadn't thought it a particularly glamorous look, or even a particularly pretty look, but she catches Callum looking, and well...

Now there's impetus to actually try.

She starts off simple: just her bun and an extra braid in addition to the one behind her ear. She tries for a ponytail a couple of days later and finds Callum isn't quite so responsive to it, so she tries a half-updo after that.

She tells herself she's experimenting, but in her heart, it's because she and Callum still haven't really talked, and mostly she just wants him to notice. Any interaction is better than the awkward pining nonsense between them, and at least she knows he's still a little bit interested, and, in any case, it is experimenting. Sometimes something different is nice.

And, of course, other people start to notice. Not in the same way, but enough to point out that she's doing something different to begin with. Ez says he likes the extra braid. Opeli says the half-updo looks lovely and traditional. Soren surprises her most:

"Hey, pigtails! Cute! You want help trying something else?"

Rayla stares at him. They're on their way down to the blacksmith to see if he can do some maintenance on Rayla's blades which are a bit more complicated than his usual commissions but Soren promises he'll enjoy the challenge. Rayla'd been feeling sentimental this morning, so her hair today is two pigtail braids like the ones she wore when she was younger. She'd actually been thinking about cutting it, now that there's time and it won't cost her an entire rabbit for a trim. "Pardon me?"

"Oh, you've just been... doing different stuff with your hair recently. Just wondered if you want ideas or a hand doing something new."

"You have experience with hair, do you?"

"Sure do," says Soren brightly. "What, you think I would trust someone else to manage these gorgeous locks?" He flips his hair dramatically and Rayla fights the urge to shove him off the path. "Nah, this is all me. Been trying to get Corvus to help me dye it but he's just not an artist in that way."

Rayla stares some more. "You dye your hair?"

"Obviously," snorts Soren. "Seriously, if you need a hand, just say the word. I'm happy to help."

Rayla isn't staring on purpose anymore, she just can't stop. "Oh. I. Didn't think you you were the type to experiment yourself," she admits, although why is less clear. Soren's always taken a little bit of pride in his appearance. It shouldn't be such a surprise. "Where'd—uh—where'd you learn to dye your hair?"

His face falls a little. He shuffles his feet. Rayla figures out the answer before he says it, and she curses herself silently for being so stupid.

"Claudia used to help me do the bits I couldn't reach," he says. "I used to help her braid her hair to pay her back."

"Oh." Oh, because duh and because Rayla doesn't really know what else to say.

They lapse into silence. Soren stares at the flagstones in the bailey as they cross it and Rayla tries not to push herself off the path for being so dumb. She coughs. "I can help you dye it?" she offers at last. "I can probably do a better job than Corvus, anyway. And... maybe you could give mine a little trim if you know how to do that?"

Soren laughs at that, the tension in his shoulders easing a little as they walk. "That'd be nice," he says. "Although, no, I wouldn't trim it. Callum likes it long."

Rayla blinks. Then flushes. She doesn't ask how he knows. "He does, does he?"

"More than he'll admit. He liked the pony tail. Ez and I caught him staring while you were doing it up."

Rayla laughs at that and makes a note of it for another day.

[ofsmokenandgold]

The good, the bad and the (not so) ugly.

So, just watched the finale of Land of Women and man did they leave it on a cliffhanger, poor Kevin.

So we have dead Kevin, Fred (hopefully) off to Argentina, Montse pregnant (Amat looking like someone dropped a building on him) and Amat and Gala got their kiss (or several) and can I just say, damn, that man kisses convincingly.

Anyway, some thoughts.

The good - obviously Gala convinces Edna to buy 100,000 bottles of the wine and thereby gets the Co-op out of the financial hole that it is in.

Julia and Mariona make up and Julia decides to stay in La Muga.

Kate tells her dad to fuck off and also decides to stay.

Fred goes off to South America (presumably the ship sailed before he realized that Gala and Amat had jacked his safe).

And, as I had guessed from last week's "we need to talk" moment between Montse and Amat, Montse is pregnant. I definitely have mixed feelings about taking their story in this direction. What I did like was that Montse was the one who got to lay out the terms of their relationship - they were just having fun, they were careful (obviously not careful enough) and they had talked about their relationship a lot. So she seems to be expecting support from him - "there's a third person involved now" - but not necessarily expecting their relationship to change. I don't think there's any question about whether she's going to keep the baby - they keep showing pictures of Amat with a child that's no longer in his life, so he's going to be enthusiastic about that part, after he gets over the shock. So having a pregnant FWB relationship complicates his life but doesn't necessarily preclude him having a relationship with Gala.

And that's clearly the direction they are headed after that kiss. And yes, this has always been the end game - their chemistry is fantastic and the goal all along has clearly been to get them into a relationship - that's always the goal when you put two attractive people in a show and have them strike sparks off each other for six episodes.

What I have an issue with is the unnecessary element of competition that the show runners introduced into the show.

And I still don't get it. This show was touted as women uplifting each other and yet, the show runners felt the need to introduce a character who is not in the book just so that Gala has someone to compete with for Amat (and win).

Why? I don't get it.

Worse yet, they took a frankly gorgeous actress and created hair, makeup, wardrobe and behavior choices to make her plain, masculine and practical, just to set her against the gorgeous, glamorous Gala.

It feels very, very self-indulgent of Eva Longoria (as one of the show runners) to make her own character shine by deliberately down-playing the attractiveness of another female character that is set up as her rival - all so she can win the man.

And they are walking a very fine line here between enhancing the drama and making Amat an absolute shite for pursuing Gala within days of his marathon sex session with Montse (does anyone else think that Gala might have been exaggerating just a little about her disturbed night - seriously, he's in his 40's - most men that age can't go all night). Hopefully, he was at least going to talk to Montse before going any further with Gala - but that wasn't clear.

I think I'm just going to be perpetually confused as to the intentions of the show runners here. And it's a good reminder that showrunners are not often good at critical analysis and don't necessarily think through the consequences of their decisions . Even when they have a vision for a show, they don't necessarily see how other decisions can undermine that message once you apply a critical perspective.

I still loved the show and I'll watch it over and over again - despite his tendency to think with his dick, Amat is a very, very attractive character.

And the show clearly needs another season - although it's not clear that Apple+ is going to give them one, and even if they do, getting everyone back together in Spain might be a little tricky.

As for anything, else, well that's why we have fanfiction. Watch this space.

ETA: And to bear out Rule 34 - there is now porn of it (well at least a little smut) .

[crocobuggy]

✹ umami ; sanji ; ch. 1

content warnings: rimming, cumshot, sanji being a sweetheart ✹ read on ao3 author's note: this was the first op fic i wrote and my sanji is kinda heavily canon divergent >:)

To you and Sanji, as roommates, cooking together had become a sort of routine. Whether it was a huge feast for you and your friends, or just a meal for two, being together always made being in the kitchen fun. You'd be in the kitchen talking, singing and dancing for hours on end, until all the food was ready to serve, which was honestly one of the highlights of your day. He was your best friend, and being together was always a nice way to unwind after a particularly stressing afternoon.

And yet again, here you were, cutting different vegetables with him to make some curry for dinner. There's music playing in the background, slightly muffled by the noise of water boiling. Sanji's currently putting away the carrot and potato peels inside the fridge, as well as getting a cauliflower so that he can cut a few smaller pieces of it. "Everything alright?" He says, and you can feel his breath on the back of your neck as he leans in to see what you're doing, and it sends chills down your spine. He smells like a mix of spices, cologne and cigarette smoke, and it's oddly comforting to you. "Yeah." You say in a low voice, trying to keep your composure.

You know you shouldn't take Sanji's teasing and proximity seriously. You've seen him flirting with various women way more times than you could remember, and as time went by since you moved in together, you knew better than to think anything of it, especially between you two. "Great. I'll go cut the meat and cauliflower." His voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and he winks at you, ready to take care of his part. You slowly cut the potatoes and carrots into cubes, and when you're done, you put them in the boiling water.

When you're done, you sit on the small table in the kitchen corner and stare at Saji while he cuts the food. You're impressed at how carefully he does it, trying to waste as little as possible. His hands do everything so delicately and precisely. You couldn't help but to wonder what other things his hands could do. Was he always this gentle and careful? Or was he rough-

"[Name]?" Sanji is trying to call you back to Earth, and you happily oblige, looking at him with a smile. "I've called you three times! Are you okay? I want you to try a bit of the sauce to see if it's good or if it needs more spice." At this, you stand up and walk to the stove, looking inside the pan and sticking two fingers in the sauce. Sanji's gonna kill you. "Hey, don't put your fingers in the--" His speech is interrupted when he sees you putting your curry-coated fingers in your mouth, and his eyes widen.

He had always looked at you differently, though he couldn't quite put a finger on what it was. Something about you just made him go so soft, but this? Sanji was about to lose it looking at you sucking on your fingers. He couldn't not think about what you'd look like sucking on his fingers, maybe even something else. Even though he felt guilty for thinking such dirty things about his best friend, it wasn't his fault. Right? It was all in his head.

Plus, it was all on you, for being so damn gorgeous. He could spend hours thinking about kissing your plump lips, caressing your hair, running his hands through each and every single curve of your body, looking into your pretty eyes. There was just something about you that drove him insane. "Sanji?" His thoughts of you are interrupted by your voice, as you lick what's left of the sauce from your thumb. Something in you seems to snap after you see his reaction, and you feel like teasing him a little bit. "What? Like what you see?"

At this point, Sanji's cheeks are burning like wildfire, and he steps closer to you. "Yes," he says, grabbing your clean hand and pulling you closer. "You have no idea of what you do to me, [Name]. You have no fucking idea." He mutters under his breath, his face inching closer to yours each second. Oh my God. Is he really going to-

Before you can even say anything, he starts kissing you passionately, sinking his teeth on your lower lip. "If you want me to stop, tell me and I will." You nod. "Are you sure about this, Sanji?" There's a million things going through your mind. What will it be after this? How will you face your best friend? Will you still be best friends?

Fuck it. You figure the both of you will settle that later. For now, you just want to lose yourself in his touch, as you let out a low moan when he presses his body onto yours. You can feel his bulge pressed against your stomach, and start squeezing your legs together. He has no idea of what he's doing to you.

Sanji lifts your old shirt and tucks his hand on the waistband of your sweatpants. "May I?"

You nod, and mutter a plea under your breath.

[ballerinainskzville]

Stay with me - Hyunjin oneshot (18+)

Summary: as the hair stylist of skz, you’re traveling with them on their US tour. Despite their daily chaos, nothing could have prepared you to find Hyunjin in your bed during a Las Vegas stop

TW: partying, alcohol, marriage, smut, dirty talk, sex jokes, swear words

“Y/N! Is Hyunjin with you?”, you heard someone’s fist pounding on the door. Or was he pounding on your head? You’d bet that someone had cracked your skull open and was beating your nerves up one by one. You groaned as you opened your eyes which felt heavier than they ever had. At the attempt of lifting your head, you hissed in pain and let your head fall back down on your pillow. Or attempted. Hissing at the pain of whatever had just scratched your temple. Since when did pillows have metals inside the-

Your gut clenched when you saw that it wasn’t the pillow that had just scratched you. It was a hand. Someone’s hand. Wearing rings. Multiple rings. Rings you’d recognize anywhere, just like the hand. Big statement rings decorated the slim fingers. Except the simple silver ring on his ring finger, it was new…

“Hyunjin?”, you mumbled as you slowly turned your head to confirm your suspicion. Hyunjin laid on his stomach, arm extended over your pillow. His gorgeous brown hair was scattered around his face, looking photogenically put together even in his sleep. If any of the skz members had a deep sleep, Hyunjin slept like he’d had to recharge for the rest of his life.

You gulped as you looked back at his hand. Some seconds from last night flashed through your mind and they scared you.

They couldn’t be true.

Those must me dreams.

They didn’t feel like a dream.

Terrified, you lifted your hand from underneath the blanket. To realize you were wearing nothing except than a blank silk robe. Correction: if you were terrified before, you’re on the verge of a break down now. Another glance at Hyunjin. He was shirtless under the blanket. Glancing back at your loosely sitting robe. No no no… you mumbled and lifted your hand up.

The identical ring on Hyunjin’s hand was decorated your ring finger.

You let out a shriek, startling Hyunjin.

“Ouchhh, what the-“, he groaned in a low, slurry voice, burying his face further into the pillow.

“Wake up, husband”, you groaned, shaking Hyunjin’s shoulder furiously. “We need to talk!”

“First of all, my head is about to split ope. Second of all, who are you calling husb-“, Hyunjin’s voice died on his lips as he opened one eye, seeing the ring on your hand. You could see the panic rising in his eyes when he realized the familiarity of the ring. “No no no, there’s no way”, he slurred out before he snatched his arm back. Once he saw the ring on his own finger, he let out a similar shriek.

“Y/N? Are you awake?”, Seungmin’s voice boomed from behind the wall. “What is Minnie doing here?”, you whispered to Hyunjin who was still staring at his hand in shock and despair.

“Give a me a minute Minnie!”, you then yelled from across the room.

“What the fuck happened last night- WHY ARE YOU NAKED??”, Hyunjin shrieked out, slapping his hand over his eyes.

“I’m wearing a robe you idiot. You’re the naked one here! And is that seriously your only problem right now?”, you whined, scooting further away from Hyunjin before you sat up on the bed. “What do you remember from last night, Hyun?”, you groaned as you massaged your temples. Your head was about to burst.

“We were at the club, drinking and dancing”, he mumbled in a soft voice. You remembered that too.

“I remember jewelry too…”, you mumbled, taking a peak at your hand, at the dainty silver ring on your finger.

“I remember a priest. Fuck”, he groaned yet another time, sitting up in bed. You looked at each other before both your gazes drifted off to the night stand, towards a paper laying on it. Next to a ripped condom package. Grabbing the paper, you threw it onto Hyunjin. “I can’t look at it. What does it say?”, you sighed with closed eyes. Your whole body was shaking, the missing memories of the night before were yet missing.

“Congratulations. You’re a Hwang now, Y/N”, he commented only and handed you the paper back. The wedding certificate. You two got married. In Vegas. You had consumed the marriage too. You had married your secret crush and didn’t even remember any second of a kiss or touch.

“I wanted to be a Bang, not a Hwang”, you only said and instantly, he threw you a dirty look. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did I break your heart by marrying you? Let me get the divorce papers”, he snapped bitterly. His sharp tongue startled you. You and Hyunjin would joke around a lot but it never was said with a bitter tone. “If there’s one thinking about a divorce, it’s you right now”, you snapped back at him before you put the paper back on the nightstand.

“I don’t want to divorce you”, Hyunjin said to interrupt the silence. You stopped chewing your bottom lip and looked at him instead. Worry clouded his eyes as he sweeper over your facial expressions. “I… I honestly had loved you for over a year now…and seem to have skipped the whole relationship point with last night”

His confession took you by surprise. His behavior from him hadn’t changed much from your first days of you being their hair stylist. Hyunjin had showered you with gifts in between the endless jokes and comments, from flowers to annotated books. A collection of gifts given by him was growing. Giving gifts was his love language, he has told you once. “So if I see something that reminds me of someone I know, I want to gift it to them”

“You... Love me..?”, you breathed out. Hyunjin’s eyes meet yours, unsureness written inside them. Because he didn’t know how you felt. About him. About this. “Is this the right time to admit my crush on you?”, you then said softly. His worried eyes blinked twice before they began to widen. As the words began to register in his mind. You were practically able to see his brain shifting. “You-“, he cut himself off. “I’ve kinda liked you for a while too. I don’t know if I can call it love yet… it has a strong weight to it… but I really really like you”, you let the words stumble out your mouth before you could stop yourself. What was the worst that could happen now anyway?”

Hyunjin’s hand reached out, cupping your cheek. You couldn’t help yourself but nuzzle your cheek into his warm. He gave you a warm smile when you did that and for a second, the world seemed okay. Your world. With his.

“Let me figure this out. We can figure this out”, added. All you could do was nod to his words. You hadn’t fully registered them. He liked you. No, he loves you. He had loved you in secret for a while. Which explains why he was the only member who hasn’t been on a dates since you became their stylist.

“I don’t want to get a divorce, Hyunjin”, you then whispered as now Lee Know banged on the door.

“I know, love”, he caressed your cheek before you could hear Lee Know yelling: “I’m about to join your honeymoon if you don’t open this fucking door! We have schedule to attend!”

“I don’t know what’s more concerning. The fact that we got married and don’t remember anything from it or that Lino is threatening us to join the honeymoon”, I yawned out, my head still feeling heavy.

“Definitely the second option”, he commented.

[wildemaven]

Let me tell you something: your love for Javier Peña made me get brainrot with him. Now I'm consumed by the mustache man. Please. continue.

Well, let me tell you something:

How can you not be consumed by this gorgeous man?! He’s beautiful. Stunning. Make your knees weak for days. Javier Peña is everything.

The brainrot is real. And unfortunately, or fortunately, it’s contagious! There is no cure. The only remedy is to just continue to admire this mustache man!

But seriously! This made me laugh out loud!! I’m so glad you’re not annoyed by my incessant posting about him… I don’t see it stopping any time soon 😉😉

Ope…