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#seriously if you're following his videos watch this stream
eloquentornot · 1 year
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I watched all of MythicalSausage's stream live today.
(Except for a few minutes here and there where I had to get up and do other things, but for all of those I paused it then came back and watched on double speed until I was caught up. I was in the chat, live, as much as I could be.)
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This is the VOD. I recommend. But I think part of the experience was seeing it live. Spoilers under the cut.
So, if you've seen his most recent episode, you'll know it ended with him trapped in yet another alternate dimension by Evil Sausage.
(If you saw the end of Jimmy's recent stream, the one he stopped suddenly because he realised he had the wrong meeting time, maybe you saw the moment Sausage told Jimmy a quick secret, changed his voice and said "I'm not the Sausage you know" to which Jimmy ran away, wondering if it was Xornoth or something.)
At the start of this stream, Sausage said there would be no lore, that it was strictly a material gathering stream in preparation for an upcoming big build. Chat asked him how he'd escaped, and his response? "What are you talking about? What do you mean, escape? No lore here, this is a no lore stream!" Or words to that effect.
The music was different, during this stream. Instead of Sanctuary's usual tunes, it was dramatic, sometimes dark, reminiscent of season 1!
He didn't go in the church, saying it was closed for renovations. He loved the dark tower, and could go in there fine. He forgot the names of Sanctuary's people. Eddie and Maria were "protected" by magical iron bars over all the exits of their house. Sunny was offline, being used as a battery for a future technological project...
It was pretty obvious very quickly to chat what was going on. We all called it out, that it was Evil Sausage in disguise. He continued to say this was a no lore stream. He started work on some interiors, taunted us with a tale of a dark sorcerer defeating a wizard and destroying a dragon egg, continued to deny that anything strange was happening at all.
fWhip interrupted, with exciting news about the Minecraft update! He asked for help with the new structure at spawn, and Gem came as well and there was plenty of messing around out of character as friends, but also I think he was actually fully in character as much as possible? Like, he somehow simultaneously was just himself hanging out with them while also giving vibes of being Evil Sausage Pretending To Be Sausage!?
At 1000 likes, he promised to tell us a secret. We all knew what it would be. I have never before asked fellow viewers in chat to like the stream I'm watching, and I will never again unless this specific kind of situation happens again. I don't normally catch streams all the way through like this. This is so exciting!
Fully in-character, he nevertheless involves chat, it's like being in a pantomime almost, only the only one of those I've ever actually been to I was too young to appreciate, and now I understand, it's another form of collaborative storytelling!
Also btw while the gang was messing around, fWhip showed him a shulker head and was surprised he didn't recognise it, and Jimmy said the name Hermes. So that plot point is looming closer!
When the likes goal was reached, it was time. The tension rose as he gradually prepared to tell us the secret. Chat was racing past, everyone screaming, we all knew what was coming, and yet...
That music box, from the previous stream featuring Evil Sausage. The game screen is hidden, and sound effects play. Then, his voice. Distorted. Our suspicions confirmed. It's him!
Then, the screen comes back, and he hasn't changed his skin! Evil Sausage is still fully disguised as normal Sausage! Then he sends us to where the real one is trapped, the music is Sanctuary's again, we tell him what's happened and then suddenly we're brought back! Evil Sausage goes to his dark Mythland, where for some reason it seems like the grey collared (evil?) Bubbles is trying to stop him from reaching the summoning circle! But he reaches it anyway, does some more magic, and... That's it. Apparently... the real Sausage is now permanently trapped six months in the past. Before even Bubbles or Eddie appeared to help him, let alone the Staff that allows him to travel between dimensions. (It also seems Evil Sausage has lost the Staff, and there was a "joke" at the start of the stream that the Staff is "sentient", so perhaps there's something there...)
We're sent back to Sausage, trapped in the past, for the end of the stream. He plans to escape the only way he can: to live out those six months again! We will see him again, soon, but for him it'll have been half a year...
I just can't describe how exciting this stream was! To watch the story unfold, live, able as an audience to interact with the character, it was so amazing! I do prefer videos to stream VODs for length, but I hope I manage to catch more streams live like this in the future if I can, it was so fun!!!
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guccifrog · 11 days
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you don't even know my name
chris sturniolo x f!reader
warnings : SMUT hm hm hm hmmm 😈🙏
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I cringed so hard writing this but here is your fic also it's not proofread ☝🔥
•As the sun slowly sank below the horizon, you and your best friend Ava found yourselves nestled comfortably in the cozy confines of your car, as you had been for the past few hours. The scent of freshly popped popcorn filled the air. You had been discussing everything from your favorite TV shows to the latest celebrity gossip, all while capturing it all on camera for your loyal YouTube followers.
"I just can't get over how hot he is" Ava gushed as she scrolled through a picture of a popular actor on her phone. "I kid you not y/n if this man asked me to get on my knees and bark" she paused looking up at you with seriousness in her eyes "I'd do it!" You couldn't help but laugh at her dramatic tone. "Oh please" you chuckled.
"I mean he's hot and all but imagine moaning his name"you added, taking a sip of your root beer. Ava paused for a moment, her face scrunching in concentration. "yeah you're right" she finally said, "It's so unmoanable, like you can't even do it right!" You couldn't help but snicker at her poor attempt. "Okay, enough of that," Ava said, rolling her eyes. 
"no, but like let's talk about unmoanable names," You said, sitting up straight. "Like, imagine moaning something like 'Bradley' or 'Austin' or something, it's just not it!" You both giggled at the ridiculousness of it. 
"how about 'Christopher'" Ava asked, making you both laugh. "oh Christopher, yes! Just like that" you whined sarcastically. The two of you were in hysterics now, tears streaming down your faces as you tried to catch your breath.
"Wait wait, you could use the short version too like Chris or Topher, and then it'd be like 'Oh-Topher!' That would be so much worse!" You both collapsed into fresh fits of giggles, unable to contain your amusement any longer. "Oh my god, I can't believe we're laughing so hard at this" Ava managed to choke out between laughs. "But like seriously, imagine trying to moan out 'Oh Christopher' while you're bouncing on it..." you trailed off, unable to finish the thought without losing it again.
"WOAH" Ava's eyes widened as she processed what you had just said. She covered her mouth, trying to muffle her laughter. "Oh my god, oh my god!"
Your sides hurt from laughing so hard, tears streaming down your face. "okay I guess we should probably-" you started, but Ava cut you off with a loud laugh. "end this video here" You snorted, trying to catch your breath. 'Oh, Christopher'..." Your voice trailed off, before ending the video, and the two of you dissolved into another fit of giggles, clutching each other for support.
After regaining your composure, you both decided to go home and edit the video before posting it online. you couldn't help but giggle to yourself as you watched back the footage, "I can't believe we were laughing so hard at something so stupid," Ava chuckled, shaking her head. "But hey, at least it made a good video," you replied, your eyes still glued to your laptop. Once you were satisfied with your editing, you quickly uploaded the video to your YouTube channel.
The next few days, the video went so viral unexpectedly that you and Ava couldn't believe your eyes. Thousands of comments flooded your YouTube page. The likes and subscribers to your channel were duplicated, and everyone was sharing clips from the video on TikTok and Instagram. You even got invited to a huge influencer party this weekend. You and Ava were both completely overwhelmed by the sudden attention, but you couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculous the whole thing was. You even found yourselves scrolling through the comments, reading all the different interpretations of the 'Oh Christopher' joke. Some people thought it was the funniest thing they'd ever heard, while others were confused as to why it was so funny at all.
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The dimly lit room was filled with the familiar sounds of typing as Nick, was sat on the sofa across from Chris scrolling through his phone. The two brothers were in their usual setting, the living room of their apartment. It was just another normal evening for them until a video that popped up on Nick's screen caught his eye and sent him into fits of laughter.
"Dude, you gotta see this" Nick exclaimed, barely able to contain his laughter as he threw his phone at Chris. 
Chris, confused by his brother's sudden outburst , took the phone and began to watch the video. It was a clip of two girls, sitting in a car.
"But like seriously, imagine trying to moan out 'Oh Christopher' while you're bouncing on it..." One of the girls in the video trailed off,
"WOAH!" The other one looked at her in shock, before they both burst into laughter. 
Chris stared at Nick's phone in disbelief, his eyes widening as he continued to watch the video. He couldn't help but let out a chuckle, and soon enough they were both doubled over with laughter. "Oh my god," Chris gasped between laughs, "this is too much." He handed the phone back to Nick, still chuckling.
Their laughter died down as they both sat there, breathing heavily. Chris grabbed his phone, opening TikTok."Nick send me that video" Nick raised his eyebrows but decided to comply. 
As Chris watched the video, again, he clicked on the hashtag that had one of the girls' names in it and found hundreds of similar videos, and some edits. He clicked on the first video that popped up. It was a different clip from the same video.
"how about 'Christopher'" the girl asked
"oh Christopher, yes! Just like that" the other one whined, sarcastically. But something about the way she said it made Chris' heart race a little too fast. it turned him on.
 He couldn't believe it, but there was something about hearing his name come out of her lips like that, in that suggestive tone, that did it for him.
He couldn't help but feel a strange tingle in his pants. He quickly looked away from the screen, trying to pretend it wasn't affecting him. he felt stupid for getting turned on by some random girl on TikTok. But the more he thought about it, the more aroused he became. He shifted uncomfortably on the couch, wishing he could just focus on something else. He felt guilty, ashamed even.
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"I hate traffic," you complained as your best friend Ava pulled up to the curb in front of the mansion. The address was an unlisted number in the most exclusive part of town, and you'd been circling the block for over twenty minutes. "Why couldn't they just have this party somewhere normal?"
"This is normal for them," Ava shrugged, throwing her car into the park. She grabbed her small, designer purse and hopped out of the car, glancing around at the other luxury vehicles surrounding you.
You both walked up to the huge, gold-plated doors and were immediately greeted by a bouncer who checked your names off a list. The inside of the mansion was even more luxurious than you'd expected, with marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and expensive artwork adorning the walls. The party itself was in full swing, with people dancing to the loud music and laughing as they sipped on their drinks.
"Hey, check out that guy over there," Ava pointed at a tall, dark-haired man standing by himself near the grand piano. He looked like he was lost in thought, not paying attention to anyone else around him. "He's totally cute. Let's go say hi!"
"girl, no," you said shaking your head, "you don't even know him" you whispered to your best friend. Ava rolled her eyes" When did YOU start caring if we know people or not? Come on, he's cute and looks lonely" she insisted. 
You sighed"Fine, but let me get a drink first" Ava nodded, and You made your way through the crowded room, carefully navigating between people as you made your way to the bar. The bartender smiled warmly at you as you approached. "What can I get you tonight?"
"Surprise me," you said with a small smile. The bartender reached for a bottle behind him and began pouring liquids into a shiny martini glass. "On the house," he said, sliding the drink across the polished wood. "My name's Damon, by the way." You took a sip of the drink, savoring the smooth, fruity flavor. "Thanks, Damon," you said, setting the glass down on the counter.
While you were chatting with Damon, you kept an eye on Ava and the mysterious man she'd been so interested in. You decided to let her have her fun, but you weren't quite ready to join them yet. As you took another sip of your drink, you found yourself lost in thought.
You were just about to set your glass down when you felt a hand on your waist, gently guiding you off to the side, before letting go. You turned to see who it was and was met with the most beautiful pair of blue eyes you had ever seen.
"Sorry," a gentle voice said, before disappearing. You turned back to the party, taking in the scene, Ava was now dancing with the tall, dark-haired guy. They seemed to be enjoying themselves, and Ava looked like she was having the time of her life.
You took one last sip from your drink, before placing it down with a 'clack' on the counter. With a smile, you slowly made your way through the crowd, the rhythm of the music guiding your steps. The dance floor was packed, but somehow you managed to find a spot where you could lose yourself in the music.
Kiss It Better by Rihanna started playing and you smiled, the beat was perfect for your mood. You raised your arm in the air and began to sway to the music, feeling the rhythm in your bones. You closed your eyes, letting the music take control as you moved your hips and spun around, singing along to the words. 
unbeknownst to you, the same blue-eyed stranger from before had been watching you as you danced, to the music, and seemed to enjoy it as much as you did.
His eyes locked on you as you swayed, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. You span around, your eyes catch his and hold them, you smile tilting your head slightly in confusion as you continue to dance, and you gesture to him with your index finger to come closer. He nods slightly, walking over to you, his hands in his pockets. He took a step forward before swiftly moving around you, guiding your body with his hands as he spins you around the dance floor.
You gasped, your heart pounding in excitement. The music seemed to fade away, leaving only the sound of your breath and the beat of your heart. He held you close, his big hands resting on the fabric of your skirt, his chest pressed against your back. You could feel his hardening length pressed against your ass, and it made you want to moan with pleasure.
As if sensing your arousal, he slowed down the dance, moving you in a lazy circle on the dance floor. His hands traveled up your back, cupping your shoulders, before sliding down to your hips. He pulled you closer, grinding his hips against yours, his erection pressing harder against your ass. You arched your back, pressing yourself against him, wanting more of his touch.
You were aware of the fact that he was just a stranger, but like Ava said, when did you care if you knew people or not? You let yourself enjoy the moment, and enjoy him. His hands traveled down to your hips, lifting you higher against his body. He pressed his lips against your ear, whispering, "You feel so good, so warm in my arms."
You shivered, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over you. The alcohol was beginning to make you feel light-headed but in a good way. You pressed your back harder against him, wanting more of his touch "Careful, princess, we're in a public place" he whispered, loosening his grip on you slightly. You felt the cool air brush against your skin as he pulled you away from his body, but you reached back, grabbing his hand and dragging him behind you, as you hurried out of the dance floor.
 You led him to a bathroom, grabbing the knob and twisting, just to realize that it was locked, he watched in amusement as you give the door an aggressive kick, sighing in frustration when it still doesn't open. "Hey, I got it," he says, crouching down and wrapping his arm around the space between the back of your knees and the small of your back, lifting you up in the air effortlessly. "Gotcha." He carries you to the end of the hallway where there's a small, unused office, its door slightly ajar. He kicks it open, revealing an empty room with a small desk and a few chairs. He carries you inside, setting you down next to the desk with a gentle thump.
You turn to face him, your hands grabbing the edge of the desk, and leaning back on it. "That's better," you pant, your breath hot. His eyes meet yours, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "And what do you want to do now?" he asks, his voice low and husky.
You swallow hard, feeling a wave of desire wash over you. "I don't know... show me something I've never seen before," you whisper, your voice barely audible over the muffled music. His eyes flash with amusement and he leans in closer.
"you don't even know my name," he whispers back, his lips brushing against your ear. "hmm?" he asks, his warm breath tickling your skin. You inhale, feeling a shiver run down your spine. You tilt your head to the side, offering him better access to your neck.
"I don't care" You muttered as you closed your eyes, giving into the sensation of his breath on your skin. "Just show me something I've never seen before..." Your voice trailed off as you felt his fingers gently brush against your cheek, pushing a stray hair back behind your ear.
"that's crazy coming from someone who thinks Chris is an unmoanable name" Your eyes snapped open and met his. You quickly looked away feeling ashamed as you realized he had definitely seen the video.
"way to ruin the moment," you said, trying to sound annoyed but failing. He let out a chuckle, seeming to enjoy teasing you. "It's okay, sweetheart. I don't care about that either. You looked like you were having fun in your video, and that's all that matters." His hand traveled down your cheek, cupping your jaw, and turning your head so that you were looking at him again. "let's see how much will it take you to take back your opinion about my name..." He leaned in closer, his lips just millimeters from yours. "If you do, then I'll stop teasing you."
Your heart raced as you stared into his eyes. A part of you wanted to take back your words, to kiss him just to prove yourself wrong, but another part of you wanted to keep him teasing you, wanting more of his attention. You hesitated for a moment, feeling the anticipation build up inside you, before finally leaning in and pressing your lips against his. His hand moved to the back of your head, gently pulling you closer, deepening the kiss.
You felt a thrill run through you as you explored his mouth, tasting the beer on his tongue and the hint of mint from his breath. He tasted so good, better than any of your past hookups. You moaned into the kiss, feeling your body start to respond to his touch, wanting more of it. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer.
He broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to look you in the eyes. His pupils were dilated, his cheeks flushed. "Well, I guess that answers that question," he said with a smirk. "You're so stubborn" He leaned in again, his lips pressing against yours, and you felt your body melt into his touch.
His hand slipped down your back, over the curve of your ass, and gripped your hip. You moaned into his kiss, feeling the heat between your legs spread throughout your entire body. He pulled you closer, grinding his hips against yours, and you could feel the growing bulge in his pants pressing against your leg. His other hand found its way under your shirt, tracing lazy circles on your bare skin, making you shiver.
As he walked you backward, your back hit the wall with a soft thud. He didn't break the kiss, instead, he deepened it, his tongue sliding against yours in a rhythm that sent shockwaves through your core. 
One of his hands slid up your body, and grabbed your neck, pulling your head back. He pressed his knee on your clothed center, grinding against it roughly. His lips left yours, trailing down your jaw to your neck. He sucked gently on your skin, leaving a mark that stung pleasantly. "You're so fucking wet" he chuckled, his voice rough with desire. You moaned, arching your back against him. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked, his voice laced with entertainment. You shook your head frantically, feeling the heat between your legs growing more intense by the second.
He released your neck but didn't let go of your hip. His other hand found its way under your shirt, teasing your nipple through your bra. You gasped as he pinched it hard, rolling it between his fingers. "Fuck," you whined, squirming against him. He chuckled darkly and bit down on your neck. "Maybe I should just take you right here," he whispered, his words hot against your skin.
Before you could reply, he reached down and quickly slid down your panties, baring you to him. You gasped as his fingers brushed against your slick folds, feeling the cool air of the room against your exposed cunt. He placed his knee back between your legs, rubbing roughly against your swollen clit. His hands were now gripping your waist tightly as you rode his thigh, your hips moving in a desperate rhythm.
You arch your back, as he continues to tease you. His thigh is hot against your clit. You feel your muscles tense, your breath coming in short gasps as you edge closer and closer to your release. You close your eyes, lost in the sensation of his hands on your hips, guiding you on his thigh, and the way he looks at you like he can see every thought and feeling inside you.
You feel him kiss your neck, his lips trailing down your shoulder as he sucks gently on the skin. "Fuck, I want to feel you around me," he whispers, and with one swift motion, he stands, lifting you up with him. You wrap your legs around his waist, feeling his hardness pressing against you, and the wetness between your legs spreading on his thigh. He carries you back over to the desk, setting you down gently on the surface with a thud. Your legs spread wide as he kneels between them, his hands on the desktop for support as he leans in, his lips just above your center.
You watch him as he looks down at you, his eyes dark with desire. He parts your folds with his thumbs, revealing your swollen clit to him. His tongue flicks out, circling your sensitive nub before pressing against it in a long, slow lick. You arch your back, moaning loudly as he sucks on your clit, teasing it with his teeth before soothing it with his tongue. Your hips rise off the desk, seeking more contact with his mouth.
As you feel yourself getting closer, he stops, pulling his lips away from your center. You look up at him in confusion, breathless from the pleasure he's been giving you. "Please," you whisper, your voice shaky. He smirks, reaching down and rubbing your clit roughly with his thumb. "Please what?" he teases, his voice low and seductive. "Please make you come?"You nod frantically, your hips bucking against his hand. 
 "use your words" He demands, his gaze locked on yours as you struggle to form a sentence. You can't speak, your words tangled up in the pleasure flowing through your body. He watches you with dark, intense eyes, his thumb still rubbing your sensitive clit in small, slow circles.
You felt the pressure building inside you, your body tense and ready to release. You dig your nails into his shoulders, urging him to keep going, to help you get there. He chuckles, leaning in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "Tell me what you want," he whispers, his breath sending shivers down your spine. "Tell me how you want it."
You gasp, your eyes flashing up to meet his as you try to catch your breath. "I want you to make me cum," you manage to choke out, the words barely audible even to your ears. "I want it so bad," you whine, your hips grinding against his hand. You're so close, that you can feel the heat rising up from your core. You arch your back, pressing your swollen clit harder against his thumb, desperate for release.
"What did we agree on though ?" He asked, teasingly slowing down his hand movement as he watched your face twist in frustration. You grit your teeth, his thumb still circling your clit. "I take..." you breathed out, your voice strained as you tried to focus. "...I take it back."
He smiled, his lips curling up into a wicked grin as he continued to tease you. "take what back, sweetheart ?" he whispered huskily, his thumb still moving in small circles. You gasped, as you tried to focus. "Your name," you managed to choke out between breaths. "it's moanable."
"oh yeah ?" he asked, a smirk curling his lips as he glanced up at you from where he knelt between your spread legs. "prove it" he challenged, his thumb still working on your clit in small, relentless circles. He leaned in closer, his breath fanning across your wet center as his lips parted, revealing his teeth. "Prove to me that it's moanable."
You inhaled, feeling your body tensing. His finger pressed harder against your clit, his thumb, and forefinger forming a perfect circle as he circled and pressed. You arched your back, your hips lifting off the desk as you moaned his name, your voice low and throaty. "Chris!." you panted, your words coming out in gasps.
"Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" He asked, his voice low and amused. 
You moaned again, your hips moving faster against his hand as you felt the familiar tension building inside you. "That's it," he whispered, leaning in closer, his lips brushing against your thigh. "Let it out for me"
You cried out, your body arching as you came. Your muscles clench and release in rapid succession, your breath coming out in ragged gasps as pleasure washes over you in waves. His thumb continues to circle your clit, milking every last drop of pleasure from your body.
"Fuck, it feels so good," you pant, your head falling back against the desk. You feel a shiver run down your spine as he leans in closer, his lips brushing against your inner thigh. "Don't... don't stop," you whimper, your hips still moving helplessly against his hand.
He chuckles, his thumb continuing to circle your clit, his other hand moving to cup your hip, holding you in place. You whimper, arching your back as you feel the last tendrils of pleasure wash over you.
"I can't believe how submissive you are," he giggled, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. "I feel like I could make you cum just by thinking about it." He leans in closer, pressing a gentle kiss against your thigh.
You moan, your body still trembling from the intense orgasm. His hand moves to gently stroke your clit, teasing the sensitive skin as he asks, "Want more?"
You were about to answer, but a loud ring interrupted you. "Shit," Chris muttered as he reached for his phone, glancing at the screen. "It's my mom." He rolled his eyes and put the phone to his ear, shooting you a sheepish smile. "Hey mom, what's up?"
As he spoke to his mother, you took the opportunity to collect yourself, pushing the desk back and sitting up straight. Your heart was still racing, and your body felt warm and tingling all over. Chris glanced at you from time to time, a small smile playing on his lips.
When he finally hung up the phone, he let out a sigh. "Sorry about that," he said, shaking his head. "So, um... I have to go" he added, glancing at you with a sheepish grin. "But I had a really good time. You were great, and I can't wait to see you again."
You were a little disappointed, but you still smiled at him. "I had a great time too, Chris." He leans down, his face close to yours, and brushes a stray hair from your cheek. "Maybe next time, I'll make you cum even harder," he giggled, and before you can react, he's gone.
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Chris walked into his room, The air in the room was thick with the scent of his cologne, and the bed was unmade, sheets twisted around the pillows. He quickly took off his clothes and walked over to his shower, turning on the water to warm it up. As he stepped in, he couldn't help but think about what had just happened with you. The memory of your body beneath him, your moans in his ear, the feel of your hands on his skin... it was all still fresh in his mind.
"Fuck" He groaned, as he reached between his legs, his hand finding his already hard cock. He began to stroke it slowly, imagining it was you who was touching him. He pictured your soft, warm lips wrapped around him, your tongue swirling around the head, your hands gripping his hips as you took him deeper.
He closed his eyes, letting out a moan, trying to focus on the feel of his skin under his fingertips, and the hot spray of the shower against his body. But it was impossible to ignore the images of you that flashed through his mind, making him even harder.
He remembered how you had looked earlier, sitting on that desk, your legs spread wide, your eyes meeting his as he approached. He could feel the heat between your legs even from across the room. it was driving him wild.
Chris gripped his cock tightly, his hips moving in time with his strokes as The memory of your moans filled the shower stall, echoing in his ears. His breath came in ragged gasps, his body tense with need.
 He imagined sliding his cock between your legs, hearing the wetness as he penetrated you, feeling the tightness as he thrust deep inside.
His strokes grew faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he neared the brink. He pictured your hands gripping the desk, your head thrown back in euphoria, your loud moans filling the room. His hips bucked wildly, his body tensing as he felt the first, powerful wave of release wash over him.
Chris cried out, his voice muffled by the sound of running water, as he came hard, his cock throbbing in his hand. The hot spray of water pelted his skin, but he barely noticed as he rode out the waves of pleasure. When he finally regained his senses, he quickly cleaned himself up and stepped out of the shower.
He dressed in comfortable sweatpants and a t-shirt, his movements still a little unsteady. He layed down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling as he tried to calm his racing heart. He couldn't help but wonder when he would see you again.
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gentlebeardsbarngrill · 2 months
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02/03-04 Daily OFMD Recap
TLDR; Reminder! UK Launch! Wee John Monday!; Cast & Crew Sightings; Day Of Damien Recap; New Nominations; StewAsACrew; S1 Rewatch Party; Tumblr Posts; Articles; Save OFMD Crew Mascot Jeff; Hoist the Ads Followup; Poison Into Positivity with a huge Donation; Morale/LoveNotes/Daily Darby all wrapped up in a Cameo from Rhys Darby Courtesy of @adoptourcrew
Heyyyyyyyy I'm back! I had a great day off-- ty for all the lovely well wishes! Annnnnnnd holy moly did I miss some stuff only being gone ONE DAY. I'm trying to catch up so apologies if you've already heard this or if I'm missing anything! Thank you to @sgtblackbirdpie for keeping me up to date on some stuff while I was out!
= Reminders for Tomorrow! =
= UK Launch! =
Reminders from our lovely @lamentus1!
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We'll be tweeting #RewatchAsACrew #OurFlagBBC in addition to the usual #AdoptOurCrew #SaveOFMD
Season 2 will start at 10pm on Monday Feb 5, so that’s 5pm ET and 2pm PT. 
If you are outside the UK and want to help support the launch, you can connect with a VPN using these instructions also @reallygoodplants has a great post on how to do so here on tumblr as well
= Wee John Monday! =
EDIT: Important update! Time is at 2130 UK time for the first new Wee John Monday! This will be one time only to try and start up before the show airs. Thank you @atomicruinsperfection for this info!!
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Wee John Monday! Want to have your questions answered tomorrow during the show? You can go a few different places to do so: Discord / Twitter / Instagram
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= Cast & Crew Sightings =
Our lovely captain decided to put himself up for Cameos at $499 a pop. If you're flush with cash and interested, feel free to check out Rhys Darby's Cameo.
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I didn't put it here because it fits in the Moral/Love notes section--- but a fan GOT ONE OF THESE for themselves and all of us in the crew. Jump down to the very bottom for a love note from Rhys As well.
= Nathan Foad BTS =
Nathan Foad posted a bunch of new BTS in honor of s2 coming out in the UK tomorrow! Samba and Vico added a bunch of those to their IG stories as well. There were LOTS of pictures and videos, so many that I can't include them all. Here's a side post with a bunch of photos, but if you want to see them all, please visit Nathan Foad's IG Stories.
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=Day of Damien 02/03 =
Our lovely Damien Gerard really felt the love yesterday! Everyone sent love notes, gifts, and generally tried to celebrate our lovely friend on Day Of Damien and it made his night. He sent us lots of kitties pics and videos in return.
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= NEW NOMINATIONS =
Our Flag Means Death has been nominated for the 28th Art Director's Guild Awards for a Half-Hour Series!
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= Stew As A Crew / S1 Re-Watch party! =
Soooo many people came out for the S1 Re-Watch Party and also Stew As A Crew! Keeping that engagement going across all the platforms! I tried to highlight several but there were so many more!
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=S1 Rewatch Party=
Everybody came back out for the S1 Watch Party to help support S2 being aired for the first time tomorrow in the UK! Some highlights!
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== Tumblr Posts ==
Don't Stream on Max - by @iamadequate1 is absolutely a must read. They did some SERIOUSLY amazing analysis and data collecting on all the shows max has cancelled recently.
== Articles ==
TV guide: 12 of the best new shows to watch, beginning tonight
Save “Our Flag Means Death” – Another Great Gay Series On The Chopping Block - From Feb 2
==Save OFMD Crew==
Save OFMD Crew have announced their mascot/ambassador-- JEFF! As you've been seeing in all their social icons. Check out their post here.
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Hoist The Ads Follow Up
Since I keep seeing posts about hoist the ads being a scam again, I'm going to once again share the receipts for Hoist The Ads
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Tumblr / Twitter / Instagram
== Poison Into Positivity ==
So yesterday, a bunch of people started receiving what looked to be scam from group called entertainmintco. We got notified by @adoptourcrew and @saveofmdcrewmates of it earlier in the day:
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Warnings were sent out, and people from the leadership teams started getting serious with this group, but luckily it looks like it was a mistake that entertainmintco was willing to admit to.
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They then put out a statement explaining the situation, and donated $1000 to an LGBTQIA+ Supportive NonProfit: Rainbow Railroad for the trouble they'd caused.
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Annnd they also shared our petition!
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So overall, everything turned out okay! Definitely a weird one! But $1000 donation to supporting LGBTQIA+? Fantastic! Seriously poision into positivity. Thank you @AdoptOurCrew, @saveofmdcrewmates, and @LCWebsXOXO especially for turning that scam into splendor!
Post Note: There's been some questions on if there's a focus group actually going on-- I don't believe so but I'm asking and will get back to you!
== Morale / Love Notes / Daily Darby ==
Now, I'm sure most of you have seen this by now because it's exploding everywhere, but just in case not, I am going to highlight it as the last thing for today.
@meowzawowza_ went out and got one of Rhys' Cameos for themselves and the crew-- ty @adoptourcrew for sharing it with us. I recommend watching them where ever you can because when I say my hope is renewed, I sincerely mean it.
There's nothing I or anyone else could say that would equal the impact of Rhys' message. Our captain sends his advice and love.
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Tumblr / Twitter / Instagram For more on the unedited parts of the video, @meowzawowza_ gives more deets: @ofmd-ann has a thread you can view here
"Life keeps rock'n ... You can't have peaks without troughs...thank you so much for being you and being so supportive ... love you, bye crew"
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drvnkd4zed · 2 years
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Enhypen members reacting to your MV (y/n as a soloist)
‧͙⁺˚*・༓☾ Jungwon
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Jungwon is going to wake you up at least one hour before the MV release, he's going to be very curious and nervous, probably even more than you. He wraps his arms around your shoulders and plays the MV on the TV. From the very beginning, when your silhouette shows on the video, he's going to shake you out of excitement. "That's you!!!" he would scream. Jungwon scream every time you show up, literally he would go crazy. Once the video ends he would be like "let's watch it again" and even if you'd feel embarrassed and shy, you would let him do it because you love him being this proud of you.
‧͙⁺˚*・༓☾ Heeseung
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There's a 99% chance he wanted to assist you during the MV shooting, he wanted to help you and give you his support while you were filming, but when he sees the actual MV he would be like: "how did they even edit this MV? You were so perfect from the beginning until the end, I would've gone crazy choosing the best parts". Also expect him to watch it again at anytime of the day, like during lunch, dinner, breakfast...
‧͙⁺˚*・༓☾ Jay
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Just like Heeseung, I'm pretty sure Jay would attend the MV shooting to see how you're doing. He's buying you drinks and snacks so you eat and drink during the shooting and every time you finish a scene, he would land a kiss on your cheeks to tell you you did a great job. While actually seeing the MV after its release, he's going "oh! OHHH! Wow..." the whole time. "This is SERIOUSLY the most amazing thing I've ever seen!" He says, clapping his hands.
‧͙⁺˚*・༓☾ Jake
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Jake will make sure he's your no.1 fan and he won't accept otherwise. He's getting prepared for the debut day with pickets, banners and probably a shirt with your concept photos on, screaming like a fangirl watching the MV. You look at him being so excited and cute that he's making you laugh the whole time. "Did you see how perfect the MV is? I'm shocked, my baby has done such a good job!" He's saying while hugging you. He would treat you a good dinner to celebrate your debut and give you compliments for the next weeks.
‧͙⁺˚*・༓☾ Sunghoon
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Sunghoon's going to be the critical one, he would say things like "they didn't how 100% how beautiful and talented you are, I should've filmed it instead". You would just laugh and hit him. Even if he's so so proud of you and loves how you looked in the MV, he will just: "I'm so annoyed, I won't watch this MV ever again" and then you'll find him streaming your video while you're sleeping. "I was just checking the views" he would say. "For three hours?"
‧͙⁺˚*・༓☾ Sunoo
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Sunoo will attend the mv filming and the shooting for your album, there will be no debut promos you're doing without him. He's following you everywhere and if you need something, he's getting it. You're thirsty? He's getting fresh water. You're sweating? He's bringing you a fan. He's also screaming for the whole MV. Like, very loudly. Sunoo's going to be amazed by your talent and visuals and just like Jake, he's going to be your no.1 fan and if you ever feel like you're not doing good enough, he will make sure you recognize your talent.
‧͙⁺˚*・༓☾ Niki
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Niki doesn't want to get spoilers for the MV, so he's supporting you through texts and when you come back home he would just hug you and tell you you did great. He wanted you to surprise him with the MV, and so you did. While watching the MV he would be like "omg is that you for real?" "I think you're my ultimate" and "that's my girl!" (He would scream the last one multiple times). He's hugging you patting your head and telling you you were amazing and he's sure you'll become very famous in the future. "Don't forget about me when you become a million seller superstar".
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imagine--if · 2 years
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Eddie seems like the type of person to get spurts of cuteness aggression for the reader. Like he'll randomly scoop them up into his arms in a bear hug and pepper their face with kisses because he adores them that much. It'll just randomly hit him how precious they are when they're laughing at a funny video or something.
A/N: Absolutely!! He just can't help himself and doesn't try to 😂 I did a headcanon and lil blurb under it because I couldn't decide between a hc or imagine 💚 (For everyone who's waiting for the next To My Hope chapter, so sorry for the slight delay!! I've just had exams every day this week lol, had to cram a lot in, but I'll definitely be updating on the weekend 🥰)
Pairing: Dano!Riddler x reader (The Batman 2022)
Warnings: Fluff, obsessive loving Riddler, he be a simp 😌
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• It doesn't matter whether Eddie's ranting and raging as the RIddler, or just being Edward Nashton... he's still gonna be all over you lmao
• I mean, you could be doing the simplest thing, like reading a book or watching videos on your phone, you make the smallest noise or move an inch and his attention is immediately caught like 🥺😍
• Even if he's in the middle of talking to his followers in his Riddler get-up, he'll gladly take every opportunity to show you off if you cover your identity enough to keep you safe 💚
• You've learnt not to get started by the random times Eddie literally picks you up and hugs you as tightly as he can in his lap, head buried into the crook of your neck, wanting to be as close as possible
• He'll look at you like you're kidding when you ask him why, which results in an essay about how beautiful you looked and how he can't help it and you've not been hugging for ages
• And for ages he means, like, ten minutes 😂
• Edward really can't get over the fact that you're with him in his apartment, looking all adorable and distracting while he's trying to give his followers clues to his next target or do some other form of work
• If you choose to join him on some of the live streams - wearing a mask of some kind for protection - he'll just put you in his lap and smile approvingly at the excited chat
• Seriously though, this man's an amazing cuddler, they're always so warm and protective and impossibly close 🤗
• I feel like he enjoys babying you a bit when he gently scoops you up and kisses you all over, cooing at you adoringly and whispering sweet little things that make you smile
• Like, Eddie calls you little pet names like my sweet angel and princess and cute nicknames of your actual name while he hugs you and leaves trails of wet kisses on your neck and face 😚
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You smile to yourself as you feel familiar arms wrap around your waist and pull you back into him from behind you. One laugh at some stupid video, and Edward's suddenly beside you on the sofa, trapping you in a strong embrace as his hair tickles your cheek. His face nuzzles against your neck, licking and sucking at it as you hold back giggles at the feeling, letting yourself lean back into him.
"I love your laugh," his voice is muffled against your skin, and he lifts his head to bury his nose in your hair, taking in a deep breath and exhaling shakily. "I'll never fully understand how one person can be so... so perfect."
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danosrosegarden · 1 year
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Creep - Edward Nashton x Fem!Reader (NSFW)
Contains: panty sniffing, Edward being a pathetic little sub, sex on stream, pegging, spanking, choking, degradation.
Note: dedicated to you freaks. You know who you are. ;)
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Edward could drown in the scent of your slick. It was liquid silk, smooth as velvet. It had him under a sparkling, magical spell. He was splayed out on the fluffy blankets of your bed, legs spread wide open, trembling furiously as he stroked himself with a frantic hand. He panted and mewled like a needy kitten as he held your panties to his face and inhaled, long and deep. The splotches of white, sticky slick were like the fluffy clouds of heaven to him. "God, Y/N, I wanna cum..."
His heart slipped from his heaving chest down into his knotted stomach as the bedroom door flew open.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
You had already forgotten what you had come into the room for as you gaped at your boyfriend: flushed cock twitching in the cool air, nipples hard and wet with glossy saliva, eyes oiled over with thick, glistening lust.
"I-I'm sorry!" he blurted, his round cheeks lit aflame. "Y/N, I'm so sorry!"
You would never let him know it, but a burning fire was cracking in the depths of your guts as you watched him scramble to cover himself. "Were you sniffing my panties?"
Edward balled them up in his hand and threw them behind him, his emerald eyes glossing over with searing tears of shame. "I'm so, so sorry!" he blubbered, his face a deep, blistering red.
You stepped towards him and held your hands out, taking his quivering body into your warm arms. "Oh, my sweet boy. It's okay, baby, you're okay." A false sense of security went a long way with him.
He sniveled and looked up at you, moist eyes glittering in the light. "Really? I-It's okay?"
A wolfish grin crept across your lips as your fingers snaked their way into his hair and tugged. "No, actually. I don't think it's okay. I think you're a fucking freak, Eddie," you spat with broiling venom. He whimpered as you pulled on his hair, fat tears dripping on your hot skin.
"Seriously, what a pervert. I can't believe you. Such a disgusting little creep. Were you thinking about me while huffing my scent? Thinking about me while rubbing your nipples?" You reached out to pinch one, and he squealed. "Oh, how to punish you..." Edward let out a quiet whine as you hissed your acid-laced words at him. An idea shone bright as a lighthouse beam in your mind.
"Imagine your viewers watching you sniff my panties, so desperate for me."
His eyes went wide. "No, Y/N, please..."
You stood from the bed and crossed your arms. "Follow me. I've got an idea."
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What the fuck did I just click on?
Riddlr is this rlly u?
Who's she?
You sat at your desk chair. Your breathing was shallow behind the mask. You felt the rubber become wet with your breath as you watched the comments flood in on Eddie's phone. Besides the mask, you had stripped him completely bare, giving him lazy pumps with a loose hand as he sat still on your strap.
"Hey, guys," your muffled voice spoke. "I'm sure you thought this was going to be yet another video of emotional rambling and promises to cleanse the city."
You grinned under the mask, your smile shimmering with devilish flare. "That's not what's going down today. Your vigilante...your hero...your savior, was caught red-handed today jerking himself off while sniffing my panties."
You couldn't help but watch the eager comments; some wrapped in a whipping whirlwind of pure confusion, others drooling over the spectacle.
Seriously who tf is she?
Wanna see that strap get put to good use!!
Is it weird if I say he has a nice cock? Like damn bro it's so thick...in a heterosexual way of course...
You giggled and tightened your grip on Eddie's shaft, ignoring his pleading whimpers. "Oh, I think they like you like this, baby," you whispered in his ear.
"This is pathetic," he mumbled. "This...this is humiliating!"
"It's your fault, bitch," you spat.
You imagined him under the mask: beaming with sweat, dribbling warm spit, desperate for filling. "Creep," you said lowly. "Little fucking creep."
With that, you grabbed hold his hips and rocked into him once. He groaned, gravely and crackling. "Mmm--more, more, please!"
You dug your fingers into his throbbing scalp and yanked him forward.
"You don't tell me what to do, got that?"
"Y...yes, ma'am."
Damn she's mean. I want her.
You rocked your hips roughly into him a few more times while he cried out, his nails gripping into the desk as he knocked the wood into the wall.
"You like it, you slutty little freak? You love this cock, don't you? Fucking weirdo."
He moaned as he laid his head down on the desk. You grabbed him by the skin of his neck and pulled his face up.
"Nuh uh. You look at the camera, dirty little whore."
He lifted his head up, a gleaming river of drool dripping out from his mask.
"Say it."
He looked to you with saucer eyes, big and wet and pleading. You wrapped your hands around the soft skin of his throat and squeezed.
"Look into the camera and say you're a dirty little whore."
"Fuck you," he hissed, his voice gargling from the pressure.
"Oh? Really? That's how we're playing it? Guess I'll just stop, then." You lifted his hips up and guided your strap out of him. He instantly mewled, and you cackled at his weakness.
"No, please! I'm sorry! I-I'm a dirty whore! I'm your little bitch! Please, please fuck me!"
"There we are," you purred. "Was that so hard?"
Edward growled as you slowly slid back into him and thrusted gently. You reached your hand around and toyed with his cock before picking up the pace.
"Oh, that feels so good," he whined. You grinned and squeezed his shaft.
"It shouldn't. This is punishment," you said before laying a harsh smack on his ass. He cried out and bounced on you faster.
"Disgusting bitch. Disgusting. You love this, don't you?"
He squeezed his eyes shut and nodded wildly. "You're gonna make me cum."
"Hmm, yeah? You gonna make a mess all over my hands? Do it, then. Make a mess. Be a good boy and cum."
He choked out a strangled groan, hot cum seeping from his tip and painting your hand.
Edward panted for a moment before fumbling forward and grabbing the phone. "Alright, alright, you got what you wanted, now I'm ending this thing." He ended the stream and ripped off the mask. You smiled at seeing his face: red hot and luminous with sleek sweat.
You studied the cum glazed across your hand for a moment before grinning.
"Open up, sweet boy. Come get a taste."
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diezmil10000 · 1 year
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hi 👋 you can call me diez or chisi
i am from spain and i like to draw lesbians. this is my main blog, if you're only here for my art and not for my reblogs you can follow my art-only blog
FAQ under the cut!
what software and brushes do you use?
i work on ibisPaint X and Krita on a Samsung Galaxy Tab S6 Lite. i use a lot of different brushes for lineart but mostly these ones:
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are your commissions open?
no, but thank you for your interest!
will you someday sell your art through an online shop / convention?
no, probably never,,
can i repost your art / use it for edits?
i don't encourage it, but i don't mind. asking for permission and linking back to any of my social media would be appreciated too ♡ just don't use it for commercial purposes (sell merch, use as streaming layouts, etc)
how do you do X part of your drawing?
i recommend checking my speedpaints if you're curious, the name of the videos is the day i finished that drawing in YYMMDD format (as in, year-month-day). i also made a tag for art explanations, but if you still have a question feel free to send me an ask and i'll try my best to explain it
where did you learn anatomy?
i used to watch a lot of proko and sycra videos (on youtube), and also do gesture/figure drawings from photo references and k-pop dance practice videos
when / why did you start drawing?
i started taking it seriously when i was 15. seeing lesbian fanart was what caused my gay awakening and i felt like there wasn't enough of it, so i decided to get better
do you do traditional art?
i kind of dislike it. i have filled over 1000 A4 sheets and 7 sketchbooks over the years, but it's all quick doodles to practise or warm up. when i bought a tablet i could carry around i stopped drawing traditionally as often, but i still find myself drawing in my sketchbook from time to time when i want to sketch midlessly or get better at something.
do you draw nsfw art?
very rarely, but i only show it to my friends. i do consume a lot of nsfw content tho, just not in public 👍
how do you keep yourself motivated?
a combination of drawing only what i like and a strong desire of seeing more lesbian art. that's why i mostly make fanart and almost never participate in art trades or make art gifts. i also don't want to make a career out of drawing
have you gone to art school?
i'm currently doing a degree in design at college, but it has almost no correlation with the kind of art i share online. before that i never studied art academically
are you seriously a furry?
yes
are you seriously a communist?
i will always stand by the workers of the world and oppose capitalism on its fundamentals. you can call me a communist, socialist, leftist– i don't mind, i'm not informed enough to stick to one label
are you an anti or a pro shipper?
if someone seriously asks me this again i will go to their house and kill them
are you aware that you follow someone who did something problematic?
in most cases i am probably aware and it isn't that deep for me to unfollow them (please stop caring i don't know who you are)
do you have any ocs?
plenty! but i don't like to talk about them
can i be your friend / talk regularly with you?
i don't like to talk to strangers, but if i'm following you feel free to interact with me at any time~
what's the name of your cat?
yonyon ! she's a female cat but i treat her by any and all gendered terms
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why have you disabled your DMs, story replies and sometimes comments?
because people in fandoms have no shame. i don't want to read weird comments, block overly friendly DMs or watch strangers have a public debate about my moral standards. i'm very thankful towards all of you who love my art tho, even if i can't read all of your positive thoughts!! also, there are plenty of ways to contact me, they're just not in plain sight 💋
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ryverbind · 1 year
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Faceless Fixation {Sal Fisher}: What Kind of Music Do You Like? [1]
Standing in front of my bathroom mirror, I hold my glasses out in front of me, using the light fixture above to see any smudges on the lenses. 
Frowning, I pull my sleeve over my hand and wipe the left lens, then lift it up to the light again.
No matter what I do, they can never be smudge-free.
I don't normally wear my glasses-- they're a last resort-- but I'm out of contacts and I don't have the money to get more. So these will have to do for now.
I'm startled out of my minor frustration by the sound of Sally Face's reverberating laugh in the living room. His video must have played randomly because one of Ash's old Youtube videos was playing just minutes ago.
The sound of his laugh, no matter how beautiful it may be, makes me want to punch a hole through my wall. Makes me want to stomp my foot like a child. Throw my TV over the balcony. 
It makes me want to physically release all of the hurt he's caused-- but, it shouldn't hurt this much. It's not like I ever really got to know the guy, his words shouldn't affect me. 
It must hurt more because he's hot.
Sighing at myself, I walk back into the living room, fixing the frames of my glasses on my face until they feel comfortable. It's nice to see clearly.
My phone begins ringing, making irritation flare up within me again. I pause, pinching my lips together as I make a b-line for my kitchen, snatching my phone off of the counter.
I've spent my morning watching Ash kick ass at Among Us, joined by Larry, Todd, and unfortunately, Sally Face. So, to say the least, I've had mixed feelings. I've caught myself staring at Sally Face's hands every few minutes and I have to snap myself out of looking any harder. Everywhere his hands go, my eyes follow. 
When he runs his veiny hand through his soft-looking cerulean hair, fixing his fringe. Or when he loses a game and leans back in his chair, huffing out a breath and throwing his arms behind his head. It always gives me a pretty view of his neck, showing off light scars on his jaw.
And my favorite part of that losing position of his? It definitely has to be the tattoo of a shattered sword on the side of his neck. Every glimpse of it makes my mouth water and I forget to fight the losing battle of doing my best to fucking look away.
I bite my bottom lip, groaning in aggravation as I finally answer my phone. Lifting it to my ear, I answer with a harsh, "Hello?" as I push the bridge of my glasses up my nose.
"Damn! Someone piss in your cheerios this morning, y/n?" It's Ash, and she's as chirpy as ever.
It's not her fault Sally Face is a prick. 
Sighing, I put the tips of my fingers on my forehead and close my eyes, "Yea, babe," I murmur sarcastically. "The pisser in question happens to be your awful excuse of a friend."
I hear Ash suck in a quick breath before she hisses, a clear sign that she forgot all about the crappy things Sally Face said in her last video. "True..." she forces out, her voice delicate, soft, and quiet. Like she thinks she's in trouble.
"Seriously," I say, pacing the tiled floors of my kitchen. "Where the hell did you find this guy?"
Ash smacks her lips on the other end of the line. "Well," she starts gently. She stays quiet as a little mewl filters through the phone call.
I furrow my brows, pausing my pacing. "Did you get a cat?" I ask. Ash is definitely a cat person, but I never expected her to actually get one.
"Um," her voice quivers. "Not exactly--"
I can hear another muffled voice in the background, but I can't make out what the person says. Then, there's shuffling and crackling. I tilt my head confusedly as a quiet and distressed, "Hey!" can be heard from my friend.
Is Ash seeing someone?
"Well, if it isn't the infamous y/n!"
My eyes widen and my phone almost slips out of my hands. 
"I've heard that you watch our videos. I'm sure you're pretty livid about what I said during our last Call of Duty stream, and everyone agrees that I owe you an apology." Sally Face's pompous, attractive voice has me in a chokehold. I stay quiet, waiting for him to continue-- for something to happen. Hopefully, Ash just takes her phone back.
His voice sounds similar to his videos, but it's a little different hearing him in real time over a phone call. 
To say the least, there's a blush on my cheeks and I'm unsure of whether I should hear him out or not.
I release a shuddering breath in response to staying as stiff as a board and previously refusing to breathe-- and to that, Sally chuckles. "But I literally have nothing to apologize for. All I'm doing is speaking the truth. I'm sure you understand, right, y/n?" He says.
My eyes narrow for a fraction of a second as an annoyed smile quirks my lips. This asshole doesn't deserve my time and he sure as hell doesn't deserve my attention. 
Instead of entertaining his bullying, I laugh. It's not the prettiest, but it surely is the most psychotic laugh to ever leave my lips. I'm sure he catches my drift at first, but he only laughs back.
It's a beautiful sound. Regardless, it matches the chaos that I put into my own laugh, so it shuts me up immediately. His laugh falls off into a sigh. "Nice talking to you. Hopefully this is the last time. You've left me pretty unimpressed. So, here's Ash!"
I stand still, silent and fuming as Ash's voice suddenly grows louder. Sounds like she's bitching at Sally, and rightfully so. I hear a string of cuss words and growls-- the best that a human can do, of course-- leave her lips before she finally picks up the phone with a huff.
"I'm so sorry," she starts breathlessly. "I have no fucking clue what his problem is. He's normally... honestly... a pretty quiet guy."
I snort, unamused as I wiggle my nose to adjust my glasses-- damn these things-- and answer Ash. "I'm sure he's quiet. Oh, yea. That's completely believable." I say sarcastically.
A quiet guy? That is the most bullshit claim I have ever heard in my life. Sally Face is rotten to the core, a bully, and downright disrespectful. He can be as beautiful as he wants; that doesn't make up for his shit personality. "Put him on a fucking leash." I seethe.
Ash sighs, and then a door closes in the background. "Yea, I've been thinking about buying a muzzle for Christmas. Once was already enough, but twice is really getting out of line." 
It's quiet for a moment. I don't know what to do or say. 
Clearly, Ash and I are on the same page when it comes to Sally's behavior. Doesn't make it right, but at least I'm not alone.
"Anyway," she says sweetly. "I called you to ask how you're doing? We text all the time but I haven't called in like a week. You know I have to hear your voice at least once a week or I'll lose my mind."
I giggle at her statement, starting to feel a little better. Sally can't dictate my feelings anyway. "I'm doing okay, Ash. I'm about to head to work though." Speaking of, I grab my uniform from the kitchen counter and start making my way to my bathroom. "Need to put food on the table."
Ash hums in agreement. "Is the money thing getting easier? Maybe you should look for a different job, y/n. That diner doesn't deserve you."
I shrug, a bit bashful. Ash is the only person I've ever talked to about me and dad's financial problems. "The diner really isn't bad, Ash. They're good to me. I'm just... underpaid."
"So you're still in the same boat?" She sighs helplessly.
"I mean... pretty much," I wince as I admit the obvious. I hate making people worry about me, but I can't lie to my best friend. "If I had more job opportunities, I'd take it. I want to make more money. Dad deserves it. I'd like to get a paycheck, pay all my bills and shop, and not have to cry over my empty bank account once it's all done. You know?"
"Oh, I know, babe. Do you want me to send a couple hundred over? You know I don't mind." Ash generously offers, much like she does anytime we talk about money.
I decline immediately. "No, Ash. That was a one time thing. I still greatly appreciate it, but I was really in a mess that time. I'm a lot more careful now. But thank you, I appreciate it so much. You have no idea." I panic a bit, word-vomit seeping from my mouth before I can stop it.
"Of course," she says. I can almost hear the worry and frown in her voice. It's quiet for a bit before she speaks again, this time her words are a little more enthusiastic. "Why don't you start streaming?"
I'd never considered it before. When I think of making more money, a college degree comes to mind. It opens up a world full of opportunities that I can choose from. I can live and work and just be. But college isn't in the near future either, especially because I don't have the money for it.
But streaming could get me more money right now. You know, if I were to go viral and gain some traction, that is.
In reality, it's a gamble. But the good thing is that I won't lose anything just by trying.
"Do you really think I could, Ash?" I ask, holding my phone to my left ear with both hands.
A fresh wave of hope-- of excitement-- that I haven't felt in a few years makes my heart race. 
Doing something like this makes me nervous. Being so well known. Having people recognize me. Knowing that I'll have to live up to certain standards with people watching my every move and judging every little bit of me is horrifying.
But it's an opportunity to make a difference in my life. I think it might be worth it.
"Of course you can do it, y/n! And you will! You're talented, you love games, and you are gorgeous. I know I haven't seen a picture of you since you were, like, seventeen-- but you can only get prettier. The looks are a plus, but your personality in general is so kind. The world will love you." Ash's voice is so melodic and excited as she speaks. It really starts to excite me too.
I do love games, but my personality isn't that amazing. It could be better. It needs... a lot of improvement. But Ash thinks I'll do well, so it can't be that bad. But my looks? That's different.
"Okay," I say softly. Ash squeals immediately, but I cut her off. "I don't want my government name on the internet though. And I don't want anyone to see my face." I pause, biting my lip and pacing across my living room floor. "Can we do that?"
"Of course we can! You'll be just like Sally Face--"
"Don't even get me started on that fucking guy," I bite out, feeling my face grow hot with rage all over again.
"You're right-- I'm sorry," Ash says, but she's still as excited as she was moments ago. "We need to get you on social media. You'll have to create a new, separate email account that can't be traced back to you with your name or anything. And then we'll make a Twitch account for you and finally get you on Discord!" Ash takes a deep breath, a happy squeal leaving her once again.
I laugh, trying to fight off the huge smile on my face when my cheeks start to hurt. But I'm just as excited, so I don't fight too hard. "We'll do all of that," I tell her, holding my phone to my ear with my shoulder as I start to shimmy out of my sweatpants. I reach over for my stockings and ugly red skirt, starting to put them on. "What name should I go by?"
"Hm," Ash starts thinking. "Well, how have you been feeling lately? I find that creative nouns can sometimes be pretty good names."
One word comes to mind. And the instigator of that feeling is the one and only Sally Face.
"Violent," I say immediately. "I've been feeling violent."
Ash is quiet for a moment. "Ooooookay," she says softly, her tone a little odd. She seems to shake off my noun, as she put it, and asks me another question. "What about colors? What color do you like?"
Shrugging, I pull my phone from my ear and place it on my bathroom counter, putting the call on speaker. I take my glasses off and lay them next to my phone. "I mean... I like purple? I guess? Like, if I had to pick."
My uniform shirt is all black with the diner's logo on the left. It's probably one of the ugliest uniform's I've ever had to wear in my life. But what am I gonna do about it, right? Like always, I pull the shirt over my head and tuck it into my skirt.
"So purple and violent. Purple. Violent..." Ash mumbles to herself. I smile at the way she works through things.
"I've got it!" She says after a moment, her excitement becoming apparent once again. "Violet Violence! It sounds so badass and it totally sets you up with a nickname! It's perfect."
I tilt my head, mulling over the name. It is pretty cool. I like it. "Cool," I chirp as I pull my hair into a low ponytail. "I love it! Thanks, Ash."
"Anytime, honey bunny! What time do you get off of work?" She asks.
I check the time on my phone. It's ten thirty in the morning and my shift starts at eleven. "I won't be back until late." I frown. "We may have to wait to set everything up until next Tuesday."
I really don't want to wait, but my shifts leave me exhausted. It's just... going to have to wait.
"Hear me out, then," Ash says, her voice telling me she's a little nervous but insanely excited nonetheless. "I can create all of your new accounts for you, make a list of every platform that you're on, then send you all of those accounts and your usernames and passwords?"
My heart swells with love. Ash is just so sweet, and I'm so thankful to have such a wonderful friend like her. I don't know what I did to deserve this friendship, but I certainly will never give it up. I'm so incredibly grateful for this.
"That would mean the world to me, Ash," I breathe. "Are you really okay with doing that?"
"Of course, I am," she says sweetly. "I'd do anything for you. And either way, it's just creating the accounts. When you have some free time, you can set them up and organize them however you want. We can link your bank accounts to them. And then you and I can start streaming together!"
"Ash, you'd stream with me?" I ask quietly, my heart ready to burst through my chest at this point. If I stream with Ash, it's likely that I'll really start gaining a fanbase out of this. 
"Well, duh! I wouldn't tell you to start streaming if you'd be doing it without me."
I laugh softly, shaking my head. "Of course you wouldn't. Thank you so fucking much, Ash. You have no idea how much this means to me. I really love you."
"Awe!" Ash coos. "I love you more! I can't wait to start working with you, my dearest friend!"
I smile, tears welling in my eyes. I can't tell if it's because I'm excited or just so touched, but there's a little bit of both for sure. "I look forward to working with you, babe. But, hey, in the meantime, I really have to go." It takes me a few minutes to get to work and I'd rather get there early.
"Oh, shoot! Yea, I'll talk to you later and update you on all your social media," Ash says as I grab my bag and walk out of my door, closing and locking it behind me. 
"Alright, sounds good and thanks again!" I grin as I start speed-walking to the elevators. "Love you!"
"I love you more, gorgeous!" Ash squeals, making a kissing sound before she swiftly hangs up.
I walk to work with a huge smile on my face, feeling like my entire life is about to take a major turn.
Maybe I'm just getting my hopes up, but I know that Ash makes plenty of money from streaming. More than anything, I hope I'm able to do the same. I want to be able to make more for Dad and I. If I can make more money, Dad wouldn't have to work so much or as hard. Making he could get a different job that doesn't require so much of his time.
We could be content.
I skip into the back of the diner, grabbing my apron and setting my bag down. I tie my apron on then get to work even though I am early. There's no point in just staring at my phone-- I have no real friends other than Ash, Larry, and Todd anyway.
I walk to the front of the diner, where everyone is being seated. There's a group of girls that walk in-- four of them. They're dressed in dark colors with beautiful makeup. My eyes follow them as they take a seat in one of the full areas.
My coworker is rushing around the area; she has three big parties and a few other tables. To say the least, she's filled to the brim. 
"Hey, Tess," I say, walking up to my coworker and gently grabbing her shoulder. "I'll take the new group since my shift hasn't started yet."
Tessa turns around, her eyes wide and thankful. "Are you sure, y/n?" She asks, wringing her hands nervously. We're packed today.
"Yea, I don't mind." I shrug, smiling at her. She thanks me a couple more times before rushing over to another table.
I start making my way to the group of four girls that previously walked in, taking my notepad out so I can write their orders.
As I get closer though, I accidentally hear what they're talking about. 
"Yea, Sally has just been in a mood lately. Have you noticed? Like I feel bad for that poor y/n girl who had to face his wrath. That was messed up..." One girl says, frowning as she flips through her menu.
Another girl straightens her posture, intrigued by the topic. "Why do you think that could be? Like maybe he does know y/n personally and he's just not admitting to it? Maybe she did something really messed up."
I wince, debating on whether I should turn around and give this group to someone else. This isn't the day for me to be worrying about Sally. Seriously.
I haven't even started streaming yet and I'm already known by... quite a majority of the population.
I'm not sure how that makes me feel.
As I stand there, a couple feet away, I hear another girl in the group speak. 
"What about Ash, Larry, and Todd though? They've known this girl for so long and never said anything about her. Maybe Sally's upset about that. I mean, they're supposed to be best friends and now there's someone else they never talked about before," she says. "I don't really blame him for being upset."
Sucking in a breath, I hold it and puff out my cheeks. That fiery rage I felt earlier comes back full force. Maybe these girls will never know that I'm the actual y/n, but I can sure as hell show them that I'm a nice person.
With newfound determination, I walk up to their table and click my pen, smiling sweetly at the girls. "Hey, everyone!" I say cheerfully. "My name's y/n and I'll be your server. Can I start you off with any drinks?"
I look around the group, watching the girl who sided with Sally choke on her words for a minute before she shakes herself out of shock. 
They each give me their orders and I walk away, hearing one of the girls whisper, "It's like a fucking sign, Kaci. Stop fucking around with the universe and saying that poor y/n girl wasn't innocent."
I smirk to myself. I've never understood how satisfying scaring the shit out of someone can be-- but I understand it now.
The rest of my shift goes by pretty smoothly, and I get a text from Ash later in the night. She sent me my new email account and a ton of usernames and passwords with their specific platform to go with it. I texted her a quick thank you then got back to work.
Unfortunately, I wake up the next morning at six to be at work for eight. It's my least favorite shift of the week, but it's the shift that gets me the most money.
I lay in bed for longer than I should, staring at my phone screen and scrolling through Twitter. 
My hands tighten around my phone and I narrow my eyes when I come across a post by Sally Face. I forget that before I found out that he's a dick, I was actually a fan of his. I wasn't a huge fan, but I did frequently watch and like his videos. And I also follow him on every social media platform. 
His post is a retweet. Some other big influencer who apparently wants to meet Sally Face soon. Told him to come to... Los Angeles.
I snort at the tweet, rolling my eyes. Sally Face can stay the everliving fuck out of my city.
With a grunt, I lift myself out of bed and get ready for the day, running all the way to work just in time-- a singular minute before my shift starts.
I almost decided to call in sick. But money is needed...
It's an aggravating and slow shift. I guess I can be thankful for the slow part, but all of my customers have been either flirty or assholes. I'm not into either of those.
Not to mention, someone put Michael Bublé on-- no hate to the man, his music just doesn't help the men who can't stop staring at any woman who enters the diner.
It's around lunch time when another coworker, Michael, stops me and asks if I can take over the one customer who just walked in and over to his side of the diner. I had just dropped off a meal when he ran up, begging me.
"Listen, y/n-- I hate to drop this on you but my girlfriend got a flat tire on the highway. I need to go help her. Can you take the guy who just sat down on my side? There's only one other table and Tessa has them. Please, can you cover for me?"
I blink, my mouth opening. No words come out at first. I'm tired of working and tired of these horrible customers today, but I don't mind helping my coworkers. So I nod with a small smile. "Yea, I've got it. Don't worry!"
"Thank you so much, y/n. I owe you!" he says before rushing out of the front door. Poor guy is in such a rush that he didn't even bother leaving through that back.
With a sigh, I walk across the diner to the booth farthest in the back on Michael's side. The person is in a black hoodie, facing away from me. It doesn't really strike me as odd; I'm an observer and many different types of people walk into this diner. If I could bury myself in a hoodie all day, I would.
When I get a little closer, I notice just what kind of hoodie they have on.
It's Larry's merch.
I quicken my footsteps, a little more excited to serve this person now. There's more pep in my step at the reminder of my friend. I'll have to text Larry later and let him know about this.
As I'm walking up right behind the person, I say, "Hey, I love your hoodie! Larry is one of my favorites."
The person is quiet as I walk closer. Only a quiet "Uh, thanks." coming from them.
There have been many moments in my life when I start questioning what I did to deserve some things. Those things could be good or bad-- either way, they always fill me with a special type of dread. A dread of having to handle the moment, or a dread of inevitable bad consequences in the future.
As I lay my eyes on bright cerulean hair and an expressionless prosthetic to match, I realize that I'm feeling both types of dread that I just mentioned.
I pause, my eyes widening as my stomach nearly drops out of my ass. I stare forward into the eyeholes of his prosthetic. He looks everywhere but at me-- my only guess is that he doesn't want to be recognized.
He doesn't want to be recognized and he's just realized that he may be fucked.
What in the fuck is he doing here?
"You've got to be shitting me." I spit out, my voice shaking as I try to wrap my mind around the sudden influx of information. Trying to process the fact that Sally Face is sitting in front of me as my customer is a tough task. 
I feel like I'm dreaming, like this is some fucked up nightmare. Did I get drugged? Is this some kind of chaotic alternate universe that I've been transported into?
Sally's bright blue eyes meet mine, a hint of nervousness in the depths of his gaze. "Um, excuse me?" He asks softly in response to my rude statement, tilting his head down.
I blink at him as my brain finally starts to fucking work. "Uh," I say intellectually at first, going silent for a moment.
He can't find out who I am. He'd have my head. Hell, he might go as far as to get me fired. I have to do anything in my power to just get this over with and move on as quickly as I can.
This is bound to blow up in my face later.
"Sorry, uh," I shake my head, squeezing my eyes shut. I also slap a hand over my name tag. "I'm just... surprised. My bad. My name is... Lexi. I'll be your, uh, server. Can I get you something to drink?" I ask, doing my best to ignore the fact that someone famous is directly in front of me-- someone famous who hates my fucking guts.
"Er, yea," Sally replies, his voice taking on the smug tone that I'm more used to. "I'll take a water, thanks."
I push my glasses farther up my nose then awkwardly give him a thumbs up before disappearing into the back.
My eyes widen all over again as I start taking deep breaths, fumbling through my bag to pull out my phone and call Ash. How could she not have told me he was coming to LA? I feel betrayed-- worst of all, I'm fucking mortified. I only have so long to talk to Ash before this quick water trip gets suspicious.
But what's the point of calling Ash? I already have to pretend I'm a random stranger and go through with this whole thing anyway. Not only that, if I tell anyone about this, it could very well get out. Ash might accidentally spill the beans and I don't even want to think about the chaos that would cause.
With a frustrated and horrified groan, I throw my phone back into my bag and pull my name tag off too. Then, I run off and fill a glass of whatever before slowly and nervously walking back over to Sally Face.
I put his glass down in front of him, all while avoiding eye contact. I pull out my notepad and look down at it as I ask, "Do you want any appetizers or do you already know what you want?"
"Not quite yet," he says politely, shocking me. "But can I ask you a few questions? You can... sit down, too. If you want."
I look up at him, wide-eyed once again. Is he fucking serious? How do I even answer this?
"Um." I point a thumb behind me. "I have more customers to take care of. Sorry." I smile sheepishly.
He tilts his head slightly then leans back in his seat, peeking over to look at my side of the dining area. "But, it's empty over there," he says.
My eyes bug out of my head as I whip my body around to look at my section of the diner. Sure enough, he is correct. Unfortunately.
I turn back to him with a nervous smile. "Oh," is all I say.
Through the eyeholes of his prosthetic, his baby blue eyes squint like he's smiling. I hate myself for blushing at the idea of it.
"It won't be long, I promise. I just don't know much about LA and you seem nice enough. Nervous, but nice." He chuckles, the beautiful sound sending a shock through my entire body.
Instead of saying anything at first, I just slide into the other side of the booth and plaster on a fake smile, willing away the blush on my cheeks. "Sorry for being so nervous," I spit out. Can I shut up for once? "I, uh, just..."
Sally lifts a hand, waving me off. "Ah, don't worry about it. Your reaction told me that you know me. You haven't screamed my name or anything though, so I trust that you'll keep me company and keep my appearance under wraps."
I swallow thickly, staring at him as I nod.
His hypnotizing eyes are set on the table in front of him, his elbows resting on the edge of said table. He has one hand flat on the wood and the other lifted up, playing around with a napkin.
I can smell him from here. It's a tantalizing mix of some kind of cologne. Spice, musk, definitely bergamot. Leather. That's all mixed with a delicious natural scent that he carries and I'm left mesmerized.
More than anything, I'm wishing I never sat down.
My gaze strays to his veiny hands, noting the plethora of black and silver rings on his fingers and his chipped black nail polish. Every time he moves his fingers, the veins and tendons in his hand shift, creating some kind of movement that has me sucking in a breath. I look away just in time for him to push the hood off his head, giving me a full view of his shoulder length, unnaturally colored hair.
"So," his voice is gentle, dominant. Slightly deep, not too deep, and raspy. Addicting. "I'm here for business. Wish I had more time to tour the town, but I don't. This is my only free day, and I only have a couple hours. Any recommendations on what I should do?" He asks.
Sally pushes a hand through his hair, ruffling it around and, thus, giving me a perfect view of the tattoo on the side of his neck. That shattered sword that silently speaks numbers. It may just be some ink to other people, but I see something more.
He's too fucking hot.
I break my gaze away from him. "The Broad," I murmur. "I'm not sure if you like art, but it's an interesting place regardless."
When I have the time, I stop by Los Angeles' museums every once in a while. So far, The Broad has been my favorite. It's so different and unique. I've never seen anything quite like it.
"It's a museum, I presume?" he asks. I look over; his head is tilted down, but his eyes are on me.
"Ah, yea. Contemporary art. It's very different, but a good different." I shrug, struggling to find a place to look. I keep looking back at him, but then I grow nervous and look away-- all to look back at him again.
His presence has a horrifying effect on me.
Sally hums, his eyes squinting to show his smile again as he says. "Okay. And, Lexi, right?"
Nervous shivers terrorize my body and I break out in a cold sweat, doing my best to hold up a fake smile for him. "Yes?"
He hesitates, then knocks my damn socks off. "What... what kind of music do you like, Lexi?"
I gape at him. Is he trying to make casual conversation with me? I thought he just wanted some basic information about LA. What does he think he'll get out of this?
"Um," I whisper shakily. "I like just about anything. Rock is on my list of favorite genres, though."
Sally nods thoughtfully, letting out a little huff. "I like rock, too. I wouldn't play guitar otherwise, honestly."
I've heard him mention before that he plays guitar. He's never played for his fans and never showed anyone his guitar, but he doesn't mind talking about it.
I nod back, smiling lightly. "Yea. Slow songs on guitars just aren't the same as rock songs on a guitar."
"Exactly!" He exclaims, "I've been trying to learn some Atreyu lately."
So he has taste. I perk up. "Oh, yea. That's a good one, for sure. What's your favorite song by them?"
Sally scoffs, stretching his arm across the table. His fingertips are an inch away from me and I find myself gulping down all of the fuzzy feelings the sight of his hands evokes within me. This interaction is making me dislike him a lot less. "Bleeding Mascara. That's the song I'm learning at the moment, actually."
Giggling, I reply. "That's my favorite song by them, too."
I look harder at his hand, noting what looks like a marker line or something peeking out from under the sleeve of his hoodie. The mark just barely reaches the back of his hand, but not quite. It must be around his wrist--
As if he can tell what's running through my head, Sal lifts the sleeve of his hoodie and reveals a gorgeous sleeve of geometric DD Verba style tattoos on his arm. There are a lot of different sharp lines and boxes. A pretty compass, The Thinking Man sculpture, aligning planets, and a medieval knight in armor. It's quite a canvas of ink, but a beautiful one that just makes sense. It fits him so incredibly well.
"Wow," I whisper breathlessly, leaning a hand forward. I pull it back immediately when I realize what I'm doing, petrified by my thoughtless movements. Hey, y/n-- remember this guy wants your head on a stick, yea?
Sally closes his hand into a fist, flipping his arm over to show the underside of it and the other side of his sleeve. "It's okay, you can touch," he says.
His closed fist makes his veins protrude through his surprisingly toned arms. I expected him to be pretty lanky, but it seems that he must work out or something.
I pinch my lips together, hesitantly lifting my hand and bringing it closer to his arm. I lightly run the tip of my index finger over the inside of his wrist, tracing the outline of a planet. 
Sally flinches, pulling his hand back a bit. I look up, eyes widening slightly as I curse to myself. "Sorry," I say quickly. "I didn't--"
"No, it's not you," he says kindly, uncurling his fist and pulling his sleeve back down. "My wrist is just a sensitive area, I guess."
He seems confused as he explains, flexing his hand on the table for a moment before hiding it out of my sight.
"Y/n! You've got one!"
My blood runs cold when my name cuts through the air. I do my best to hold a straight face as the air shifts at the table. Sally tsks under his breath, mumbling, "Creepy coincidence." Then, he tilts his head at me and asks, "Any recommendations from the menu here?"
I have to play everything off extra well now. He genuinely has something against me. Just the sound of my name ticked him off. What the hell did I ever do to him?
I pray that I can hold off. Hopefully someone just picks up the person on my side.
"The Southern Chicken Sandwich is pretty good," I say with a barely held together grin plastered on my face.
Sally's eyes squint in a smile again. "Cool, I'll go with that then. Thanks for keeping me company too. You can stay longer, if you'd like."
I do my best not to suddenly choke. Fuck, this is crazy.
Before I can say anything, the chef yells again.
"Y/n, get your ass over here! You've got one, dammit!"
My eye twitches and I struggle to hold myself together as I watch the customer standing at the front of the diner out of the corner of my eyes.
Like the intelligent human vessel I am, I put a hand over my mouth and say, "Huh, I wonder where y/n is. She was here earlier." Sally stays quiet. "I should probably pick up her customers or look for her. Sorry, give me a few." I continue, shooting Sally Face a shitty excuse of a happy smile.
"Oh, yea. That's fine," he says sweetly, leaning back in his seat. "Before you go though, by any chance, do you know if... y/n... has a friend named Ash? Like, the Ash I play with?"
I cackle unceremoniously, waving Sally off. His eyes widen in surprise. "Oh, no. If she knew Ash personally, I promise I would be the first one to know! Y/n and I are like besties!"
Sally nods slowly, "Ah, okay." He chuckles awkwardly. "Good to know."
"Ha, yea," I say, nodding back. "Well, I'll put your order in and check out those customers and then I'll be back."
I scurry away before Sally can say anything else or stop me. What a fucking day. And it still isn't anywhere near over.
I seat my customer, take their drink order, then run over to the chef to put in Sally Face's order.
"Where the hell you been?" He asks gruffly, a disapproving frown on his face. 
I have no excuse. So I shrug, wincing as I do and just smiling awkwardly.
The chef grunts, waving his spatula in the air in aggravation. "Just pick up the damn pace, girl." is all he says before I'm rushing over to grab my new customer's drink.
I drop off their drink, take their order, put that in, then make my way over to Sally again but with his sandwich this time.
"Sorry for the wait," I murmur, placing the sandwich down in front of him.
"No worries, Lexi." I grimace at the fake name. "I have plenty of time."
I don't know how many more fake smiles I can slap on my face today, especially in front of Sally Face. I've gotten used to the never-ending panic I feel within his presence-- I likely won't shake this feeling until he's long gone-- but it's hard to pretend like I'm just an excited fan and not the person he probably hates most in the world right now. 
"I leave tomorrow morning," he says quickly. "I've never been here before and I most likely won't come back for a while. But I'm glad I met someone nice, so thank you. I'll make sure to drop by and tell you hello when I come back."
The smile in his eyes almost makes me fold. He sounds and look so genuine and kind as he says those few words. I almost forget about all of the horrible things he's said about me. 
I send him a smile that isn't as fake as the ones I've been showing him before. "That's nice of you," I say. "You've been good company."
I'm surprised that it's not exactly a lie.
Sally chuckles beneath his prosthetic, looking away for a minute. "I'll pay my bill now. I won't be ordering anything else."
"Oh, okay. I have your ticket with me," I tell him. And damn right I have his ticket. I've reprinted it ever since he ordered water just so I could send him on his way as quickly as possible. I've been waiting for this moment-- but now it feels a little bittersweet.
I place the ticket down and he doesn't even look at it, just hands me a hundred dollar bill-- for his $12 meal-- then says, "Keep the change."
"I absolutely cannot." I laugh hysterically for a second, shutting my mouth when I realize it's the same laugh he heard over Ash's phone just a day ago. "This is too much. Keep your money."
"I want to, Lexi. I don't mind, seriously. Just keep it." His eyes show me his smile again and suddenly, I can't decline. I just stare at him, stars in my eyes.
Can I change my name to Lexi?
"Here," he says when I've been quiet for too long. "I want to give this to you, too."
Sally reaches into his hoodie, pulling out a leather necklace and lifting it over his head. I'm practically hyperventilating and I haven't even seen the entire thing yet.
He holds it out in front of him. Attached to the necklace is a black Fender guitar pick with his initials carved into it. "I know it might seem weird, but I really value kindness. You're probably the nicest person I've met since I started streaming. You never asked me anything personal or freaked out. You treated me like a normal person. So, in return for being my favorite kind of person, I want to give you my favorite guitar pick," he explains sweetly, taking one of my hands that rests at my side and placing the necklace in my palm.
The necklace is still warm from laying against his chest.
I suck in a shuddering breath as I stare down at our joined hands. I look back into his eyes, trying to hold myself together. 
"Sally," I start softly, scared as all hell. "I don't know what to say."
"You don't have to say anything." He laughs prettily then pulls his hand away once my hand closes around the necklace. "But, before you leave." He runs a hand through his hair-- I'm starting to notice that he does this when he's distressed. "I really like your glasses. They suit your face shape. They're really cute. And you have beautiful eyes."
I could cry when the tips of his ears turn pink and he looks away from me.
I huff out a breath. None of this feels real. And even though this guy hates the real me, I can't skip over the fact that he's done a lot for me within the past two minutes.
Smiling slightly, I say, "You know, my glasses are one of my biggest insecurities. I appreciate that more than you know. You also have really gorgeous eyes. I've never seen any that blue before." 
I hold back every other compliment I could give him. It takes everything in me to forbid myself from telling him how hot I think he is. It's a fight to stop myself from asking him why he isn't like this with y/n. I have statements and questions that I want him to respond to-- but that can't happen. I don't want him to ever find out that Lexi and y/n are the same person.
Fuck. What a damn mess. 
What's worse than all of this physical drama is the internal battle in my brain. Sally has been too damn sweet for me to hate him anymore. I can dislike him, but I don't think I can hate him at this point.
"Thank you," He says softly. "That's very sweet of you. And I'm really glad that I met you, Lexi."
"Likewise," I smile genuinely.
Sally nods. "Until next time, then."
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surprise first chapter :P
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gojou-violin · 1 year
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Hello is it ok if I can request a streamer!kenma x new small streamer!fem or gn reader where kenma and reader are doing a stream together and kenma is flirting with reader and it ends up in a steamy make out session?
| pairing: kenma kozume x gn!streamer!reader
| warnings: 18+ MDNI; none, sfw.
| wc: 1k
| taglist: @aylitgirl , @thisbicc
| a/n: Ahhh yesss- I literally was talking to my friend about this the other day when I was doing hc’s for Kat (my Kuroken poly oc)!!!!!
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You and Kenma had been close for a while. Being friends online was difficult at times, that part was easy to admit to yourselves, but having to find time within each other's schedules to talk and play games together was impossible sometimes-- Until you decided to say "fuck it" and start streaming, following in Kenma's footsteps. Over the past few years, Kenma had become the most successful streamer on YouTube since it was a fairly new platform for live streaming which gave him ample room to build a fanbase while doing whatever he wanted without the political strings that came with contracts on other platforms like Twitch. You, however, were anything but famous like him. Though you streamed here and there at first, when you decided to take it seriously in order to make it a living, you felt somewhat lost in what to do without relying on Kenma to give you views and subscribers.
However, Kenma was your best friend. It had been that way since long before he was ever famous. To you, he was still that shy kid who liked to hole himself up in his bedroom to play video games or watch anime all day; and he'd jump into VC with you whenever you were free. Now, he could see how much it meant to you to stream, because it was so obvious on your bright face every time you gained a new subscriber or earned even a single dollar donation-- You just wanted to make people's day. Money, vanity, popularity, who could give a fuck about any of that when you could entertain the 50-100 daily viewers you got on your own? He just wanted to help you out... If you could be that happy with such a small following, only Kenma could imagine the change you could bring about with a following like his.
So he invited you over one day to stream with him.
The plan was that you'd play some co-op and competitive LAN games like Star Wars Battlefront 2 and Mario Kart Wii respectively. Kenma plugged your stream by mentioning you in the title of his own, and he linked you in the description, on his socials, and even in his bio on YouTube. Why the hell he was going above and beyond for you, you weren't exactly sure; but this was Kenma, he was a sweet guy who cared a lot about his friends-- Who were you to say no to something he was so clearly excited about?
"No shot you're bumping me off the shortcut!" Kenma exclaimed irritably.
You grinned.
The two of you were three races deep in a four-race Grand Prix, which meant that this race was the decider of who would win after he was winning by only a few points since the cows on Moo-Moo Meadows seemed to favor him for some unknown reason. You were so relieved when the game randomly chose Mushroom Gorge as the last map. It was easy for you to get 1st on that map. Throughout your entire childhood, you had been preparing for this moment by going up against anyone who would entertain the idea of playing the same map over and over again, giving you the opportunity to memorize the perfect routes. Jump spots, wheelie lines, shortcuts, etc. were all necessary to get a huge lead on that map. And you knew it all by heart.
Kenma was struggling to keep up with you. He knew everything you knew, it came naturally to him since the two of you had played before and he learned it all from you just by watching the way you played; yet he couldn't seem to break away from you to maintain his spot in first place. The two of you kept exchanging the lead every turn or so. Finally, though, on the third and final lap, as the two of you took the shortcut on the last group of mushrooms, you used the banana you were carrying behind you to bump Kenma off the shortcut, which led to him falling into the abyss, resetting him to the jump before the mushrooms.
There was your lead. You could see the finish line just past the goombas.
The cheer of you winning rang through the speakers of his PC set up.
You looked over at chat who were laughing at Kenma who was trying to not fall further back into sixth place, while also cheering you on for doing it, for beating the best gamer on YouTube.
"Too damn easy, Kozume," you teased.
He finally passed the finish line, earning him sixth place in the race, second place overall in the Grand Prix.
Chat was spamming the emoji known as "Kek" in response to the way Kenma was frowning.
"I hate you..." he grumbled. "I had that... If you didn't knock me off, I would'a won."
You laughed. "It was a valiant effort, I must admit. But it wasn't enough."
As you reached down to the ground to grab your water bottle, Kenma was following you with his eyes, squinting angrily, and when you looked back up, your faces were extremely close. You gulped.
"Sore loser..."
Kenma wasn't smiling. "I could'a won that." He was inching closer and closer. "Rematch."
"We've been streaming for five hours, Kenma."
Without thinking twice, he reached over to the Stream Deck on his desk and pressed the button to end his stream. You were still staring at one another, his breath hot on your nose, his lip twitching before suddenly, without any warning or hint as to what he was going for, Kenma pounced. His lips smashed against yours. He dropped the Wii controller so that he could lace his fingers in your hair. He pulled in order to bring you closer. He melted into you when you started kissing him back.
"Kenm..." Your words were muffled by his desperation.
"I would'a won," he mumbled.
You rolled your eyes and kissed him harder-- Your best friend! The two of you were making out, something that was probably obvious to everyone who had been watching before Kenma abruptly ended his stream.
"Rematch... Later..." you replied.
Kenma smirked before pulled you onto his lap, the two of you fighting to speed things up before you'd die of unbearable need.
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The CC's Responses to the MCYTBlr Sexyman Polls, Thread 4: This Is Getting Seriously Out Of Hand
welcome welcome welcome all and sundry to the fourth thread we've had to make on this topic, because folks, there is a LOT of material!
our name is Keys and we'll be your host for... the rest of this event, since nobody else is really doing anything else like this. since we're on thread four, i figured i might as well let y'all know what's going on here and a quick recap of what we've been covering, as well as some facts and questions that literally nobody has asked.
if you are anywhere in MCYTBlr and indeed in other fandoms here on Tumblr, there's a good chance you've heard about the MCYTBlr Sexyman Polls, which I've helpfully put in the title of this post so that people don't get confused! if you haven't, though, the polls themselves are hosted by the @mcytblrsexymen blog and are heavily inspired by Tumblr's own Sexyman Polls of 2022, but specifically for the MCYT fandom. they've been going on since Feb. 5th, 2023, or 6 days ago as of today, with the later polls often gaining upwards of 20,000 votes!
if you want to see all of the shenanigans and hijinks going on within the fandom (and subfandoms) itself here on tumblr, the best place to get a good luck at all of that is at the blog itself, which I linked above. fellow journalist @salemoleander has also whipped together some INCREDIBLE short videos going over the events and tragedies of this event since day 1, one of which I've been featured on myself!
this thread, and all threads before it, which if you're interested are linked to in my pinned post on my blog, are focused rather on the nominees' reactions and responses to this poll. i take screenshots on Twitter to post here, and also try and get stream clips to quote, although since I never watch streams this is a bit difficult for me. i also have done an interview with a nominee himself, and with one of the mods on the official blog itself!
FAQ
Q: Lots of nominees are campaigning really hard for themselves. Are you going to cover that? A: I have before, yes, but to keep things as unbiased as possible in the spirit of journalism I'm probably just going to drop that. Sorry Joe Hills.
Q: There's a lot of people submitting things as soon as they happen to the blog itself. If that's going on faster than you can cover it yourself, then what's the point of this? A: Well, this has always been something we've been doing for fun. I assume people follow the main account as well if they follow me for this, but they can get their news fresh from the spigot there. I'm just here to make funny jokes about it and vibe.
Q: I've seen you refer to yourself as "we" and "us" sometimes despite maintaining that you're just one person running the blog- what's up with that? A: That is not a typo! The person behind this blog (hello, that's me, I'm typing this) is plural, and in fact we are very casually open about it. We regularly switch between referring to ourself as "us" and "we." This is an advantage in several ways because not only can we accurately pull off the "over to you, Keys! over to you, Keys!" joke like, forever, it also provides some Headmate Enrichment™️ whenever someone wants to join in on the fun. Also plural people are just inherently cool and wouldn't you want to have a cool person bringing you news?
Q: Where's the Dominion coverage of this? A: We have made the executive decision to not include the Dominioners since they have single-handedly made our life hell and made up half of our second thread. No hard feelings.
And now to the actual reporting.
JoeHills and ZombieCleo have been spotted campaigning quite heavily for themselves over on Twitter, as per the norm the past few days!
Martyn has been spotted on his stream voting!
Quackity made a tweet yesterday evening saying he didn't know what he won but thanks anyways!
Also, this isn't exactly a nominee update nor an external one but shhh, the polls have gone live during the U.S.A Superbowl. This is hilarious to me because our father is a huge sportsball fan and this is like, gay person sportsball for the rest of Tumblr. Godspeed to the mods.
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side to side
Warnings: swearing
Word count: 4.6k
Summary: In which you're performing your hit single in front of your fellow Avengers cast-mates and Chris can't seem to take his eyes off of you, catching the attention of a few cameras.
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"I'm here with the biggest pop-star of this generation, and she plays the very talented daughter of Tony Stark," the interviewer announced your name, smiling brightly at you as the camera panned your way. The hundreds of thousands of fans at home screaming when your face appeared. "How do you feel with all your nominations tonight?"
You smiled at the camera, giving a small wave at the people watching at home. "Honestly, I'm just glad I was even considered for these nominations. I mean, my girls Taylor, and Billie...they're amazing and I'm so happy to be put in the same category as them."
The lady grinned at you, her eyes twinkling. Or maybe it was her sparkly dress, the fabric nearly blinding you with how it shined under the lights. "If you ask me, you've got a pretty good chance at winning. I mean, your hit single—Side to Side—surpassed, like, a billion views in just a month? That's impressive."
"Well, I couldn't have done it without my fans." you replied, winking at the camera.
It was that time of the year again, where every artist, actor, and YouTuber hit the stage for the People's Choice Awards. With your crazy schedule, and the lack of sleep, you had planned to skip the award show until your friend, and co-star, Chris Evans—Captain America himself—convinced you otherwise. Even with the categories you've been nominated for had been more than a handful, but it was the begging and constant complaining from Chris that made you get off your tired ass and put it into a tight dress.
Your hit single, Side to Side, had everyone anticipated for your performance, unsure if you would be performing until the producers had put your name into the advertisement, making fans blow up Twitter. You were sure they had advertised your own song, along with your movie nominations, more than you ever had.
With nominations of Movie of the Year (Avengers: Infinity War), Action Movie of the Year (Avengers: Infinity War), Female Movie Star of the Year (Amara Stark), Female Artist of the Year, Song of the Year (Side to Side), Music Video of the Year (Into You), Beauty Influencer of the Year, and Social Celebrity of the Year, you had your hands full, which had only made your manager glow with happiness.
"Of course!" the interviewer agreed, glancing at the teleprompter filled with tiny words. "It was rumored that you wouldn't be coming, and a lot of us were upset, including me. Was that just a rumor or..."
"Actually, it's not that far off. I'm fucking—oh, shit—oh no!" you gasped, covering your mouth before anymore foul words could come out on live television. Instead of correcting you, the lady laughed, patting your arm softly. "Can't say that on tv. My bad. I, uh, with everything going on, I've been really tired, and I haven't slept in a week. I just wanted to chill, and accept my nominations at home but someone convinced me to come. So, if I say or do anything ridiculous tonight, I'm blaming him and my lack of sleep."
She nodded, clapping slowly. "I think that's fair. Is that someone, your onscreen father, RDJ?"
"He was one of the many people who unsuccessfully changed my mind, but no, it was Chris Evans. He promised me a day with his adorable dog, Dodger, and I couldn't refuse." you said, grinning at how his face had changed from hopeless to cocky as soon as he brought up Dodger.
"If I'm remembering this correctly, Chris Evans is that very handsome man you had kissed in your music video earlier this year. Into You, right? How do you feel kissing one of your co-stars outside of the movies your working on?"
"Technically, it was still acting, and I have kissed him before, so it wasn't awkward at all." you answered, glad Chris had accepted the role. Not only had it sky-rocketed the views and streams, but it made you feel better that it was his lips you were kissing and not a random model's. Yet, it didn't feel as professional as it had before when you pulled away after a take.
In scenes where you had to kiss the Boston actor, it was as professional as kicking Anthony Mackie's ass in Civil War but the kisses you shared on the set of the music video was definitely more personal. At the time, you had brushed it off as Chris being recently single, but now that you had broken up with Henry, you started questioning it again.
The interviewer nodded, squinting once more to read the words off the teleprompter before asking you another question that would certainly make the headlines. "I've been reading up on all those juicy tabloids and I've got one question that would satisfy my curiosity. Was Into You written about Henry Cavill or Tom Ellis?"
Usually, that type of question made you change the subject or altogether avoid the matter but this time, you wanted to joke about your failed engagement. "Henry, but Side to Side was written about Tom since I wanted more Grammy's considering the last album I put out won me a few. But this time, I'm gonna do it without an engagement."
The woman faked a laugh, surprised by the blunt honesty of your answer. "Um, you certainly do have a thing for British men, eh? I don't want to keep you up, but one more thing, for the fans. They've been dying to know if there's anything going on between you and Chris Evans. Any tea you wanna spill?"
"There's none to spill. We're just friends but it's always amusing scrolling through Twitter to find these edits of us." you replied, fidgeting slightly with the hem of your dress. Like usual, you had wondered if you should've worn something less extra but you had let your stylist play dress up with you for the past few months.
"Of course. Well, good luck to you, and I can't wait to see your performance." she said, giving you a little pat on the shoulders before announcing your name once again.
You got off the little platform, immediately taking Chris' awaiting hand, holding onto it as you climbed down the steps in your dangerous stilettos. Sighing, you leaned on him, trying to avoid the blinding camera flashes. "That was more exhausting than I thought it would be. You need to get me some caffeine after this is over because there's no way I'm making it to the after show without at least a few cans of Red Bull."
"So dramatic." Chris grinned, childishly sticking his tongue out as he guided you down the red carpet, stopping when told to take a picture. He let go of your hand, only to wrap it around your waist as you posed for the pictures. "Are you going to the after party?"
Posing seriously for a few seconds, you let your smile back on your face, facing the man beside you. "I was thinking about it, take a few photos, and head back home. Aren't you?"
"Actually, I was thinking we could ditch it and just hang out. You know, I did promise you some time with Dodger and you could waste a couple hours sleeping." he replied, his hand tightening ever so slightly on your waist. Flashing you a shit-eating smirk, he nudged you a little, pulling you away from the blinding flashes. "What do you say?"
You opened your mouth to answer only to be cut off by your manager, Alexandre coming out of nowhere to rip you away from Chris' arms. The latin man sighed in annoyance, glancing at his watch while giving you the look you've seen too many times before. "You're supposed to be in wardrobe right now. Get your ass backstage, and change before you miss your own performance. As for you, Mr. Evans, Megan wants your ass in a chair."
"I'll see you after." you say, getting dragged by your manager, winking at the actor before walking towards the changing area, the cameras following you until they couldn't enter the area.
Getting ready before a huge performance always calmed you down, maybe it was the smell of makeup or the feel of designer clothing made especially for you, but something about it made you feel comfortable and cozy. It was like a routine, especially with all the music videos and movies you had to film, the makeup, the hair.
They made you sit back, giving you your phone like a child while they made you even more sparkly than before, making sure you'd stand out against the flashing lights during the performance. A performance you made sure no one would ever forget. Smiling, you let your thoughts drift back to a certain super soldier as you were pampered.
"Welcome to the People's Choice Awards!"
The room darkened, the blue and pinks lights focusing on the stage as cameras all turned towards your shadow. Making sure your mic was set properly, tried to see past the darkness, to see a familiar face or two but with the headache coming on from the tight half-ponytail didn't help your case. The music started, the beat vibrating, you flipped your hair, and started.
"I've been there all night
I've been there all day (Nicki Minaj)
And boy, got me walkin' side to side (Let then hoes know)"
You rode the bike, belting out in your microphone, the attached headset limiting your movements a little. Gripping the handles, you made eye contact at the camera to your left, winking at it as you pedaled.
"I'm talkin' to ya
See you standing over there with your body
Feeling like I wanna rock with your body
And we don't gotta think 'bout nothin'
I'm comin' at ya
'Cause I know you got a bad reputation
Doesn't matter, 'cause you give me temptation
And we don't gotta think 'bout nothin'"
As you had sung, your eyes had adjusted to the bright spotlight focused on you, seeing a shadow of the one person you wanted to make you walk side to side. While you had answered the reporter's question, you hadn't been completely honest. Some of the lyrics had been written for the Bostonian; or to be more exact, your sex fantasies. With the chorus coming up, you let go of the handles, trying not to fall on your ass as you clapped your hands above your head, the claps matching the beat.
"These friends keep talkin' way too much
Say I should give you up
Can't hear them, no, 'cause I..."
Trying to be bold, you stared at him, his face in particular. The spotlight had blinded you so much that you couldn't see what his reaction was—or anyone's for that matter—but maybe it was a good thing. After all, his gaze always made you blush no matter how hard you tried not to. Pedaling faster, you threw your head back, hoping the motion would draw everyone's—Chris'—eyes on your chest.
"I've been here all night
I've been here all day
And boy, got me walkin' side to side
I've been here all night
I've been here all day
And boy, got me walkin' side to side"
With the help of a shirtless dancer, you got off your bike, taking the sheer jacket from him, and putting it on as you walked towards the front of the stage, moving your hips in to the beat of the song. Resting a hand on a shirtless dancer, you positioned yourself so you were grinding your ass against his crotch, throwing back an arm around his neck.
"Been tryna hide it
Baby, what's it gonna hurt if they don't know?
Makin' everybody think that we solo
Just as long as you know you got me
And boy, I got ya
'Cause tonight I'm making deal with the devil
And I know it's gonna get me in trouble
Just as long as you know you got me"
Sashaying to the little balance beam at the front of the stage, you made sure your hips swayed more than usual.
"These friends keep talkin' way too much
Say I should give you up
Can't hear them, no, 'cause I...
"I've been here all night
I've been here all day
And boy, got me walkin' side to side
I've been here all night
I've been here all day
And boy, got me walkin' side to side"
A few seconds after your note ended, you strike a pose on the balance beam, posing for a few more seconds while the cameras turned their attention away from you and onto the queen of rap herself: Nicki Minaj. The leather, pink bodysuit was identical to yours except for the color, her attitude fitting the badass outfit. She began to walk towards the stage, never breaking eye contact with the camera in front of her while the men pretending to work out to the choreo.
"Uh, yeah
This the new style with the fresh type of flow
Wrist icicle, ride dick bicycle
Come through yo, get you this type of blow
If you want a ménage, I got a tricycle
All these bitches' flows is my mini-me
Body smoking, so they call me Young Nicki Chimney
Rappers in they feelings 'cause they feelin' me
Uh, I-I give zero fucks and I got zero chill in me
Kissing me, copped the blue box that say Tiffany
Curry with the shot, just tell 'em to call me Stephanie
Gun pop, then I make my gum pop
I'm the queen of rap"
By the time she had finished her verse, you had caught up with the multitasking of both working out and singing, able to use your full singing capabilities for your high note. Nicki joined you on stage, hyping up the crowd while you built up for the high note, almost every camera pointed at you except for the one focused on capturing the headline-worthy expression slapped on Chris' face.
"These friends keep talkin' way too much
Say I should give em up
Can't hear them, no, 'cause I...
"I've been here all night (Been here all night, baby)
I've been here all day (Been here all night, baby)
And boy, got me walkin' side to side (Side to side)
I've been here all night (Been here all night, baby)
I've been here all day (Been here all day, baby) (Ooh, baby)
And boy, got me walkin' side to side (Side to side)"
Both you and Nicki motioned for the dancers to come towards you, curling your index finger at the sexy men. Singing the refrain, you both made them drop to their knees in front of you, as if they were kneeling at your command.
Just as the last note was sung, everyone clapped, the majority standing up, and more cheered. You noticed Chris hadn't done either, still sitting in his motionless while two camera men pointed their cameras at him. Your eyebrows furrowed, thankfully after the spotlight had shifted over to the miniature stage where the two hosts were babbling about nominations.
You were ushered off the stage along with the queen of rap herself, taking a few backstage photos before quickly returning back to your dressing room to change into your tailored dress. Your mind had wandered to why Chris hadn't applauded—not that he was obliged too, but a little something would've nice, especially with all the days put into the performance.
Taking a deep breath, you entered the big room, filled with your co-stars and other A-list celebrities. Little did you know you'd find out the reason to your question in the morning.
The loud ringtone woke you up, the sound obnoxious and borderline abuse to your ears. Beside you, Chris groaned, rolling onto his stomach, trying to muffle the sound of the call with his arm draped over his head. Putting him out his misery, you lazily reached for your phone, pressing the green button with dread, seeing the name across the screen.
"Hello—"
"You're trending on Twitter." Alexandre announced, happy with the results of the previous awards show. While it wasn't something as big as a Grammy or Oscar, judging by the amount of awards you had taken home, you became the people's favorite. "Hold on, lemme rephrase that. You and Chris are trending. Number one, world wide."
Glancing at the man sleeping beside you, you sat up, confused by the information given to you. You blamed Chris for making you stay up so late for your confusion. "Um, why? Did I accidentally have another nip slip?"
"What the hell?" Chris mumbled, rolling onto his back, his arm grazing your bare stomach. He immediately took it back, sitting up to look over your puzzled face. "What's going on?"
You shrugged, putting your phone on speaker so Alexandre could explain. Your manager chuckled, knowing you had stayed the night with Chris. He was just waiting for the day you'd finally have the guts to speak about the growing sexual tension. "Okay, Alex, explain."
"As much as I would love to go into full detail, I have other stuff to do so, I'm going to give you the basics. Chris' reaction to your performance went viral, people are shipping the both of you, and there's been thousands of memes made." Alexandre replied, a smile evident in his voice. "Anyways, I have to go. Got some interviews to schedule. Have fun getting your way out of this, Chris."
Your phone screen went back to the home screen, a picture of your family dog, Buster, smiling widely. Looking at Chris, you saw his eyes widened, his hands coming to rest of his face in embarrassment as he fell back onto the bed with a bounce, his head nearly hitting the headboard. "Oh, fuck."
"Are you going to show me what your face looked like or do I have to scroll through Twitter until I find it? Oh! Maybe they edited it in my performance." you thought out load, tapping on the YouTube app. You hadn't trusted yourself enough to log into your official account, knowing you'd probably make a mistake so you opted for having a secondary account where you could watch cat videos without the anxiety of posting something stupid.
Chris' hand snatched your phone away, tucking it in his pocket, the sweats he had slept in was somehow wrinkled, and his shirt damp from the warmth. "You wanna get some food? I'll cook some bacon but you'll have to make the pancakes 'cause the last time—"
"I wanna see your reaction." you whined, reaching across his stomach for your phone. Chris turned his body away from you, shielding the phone from your reach. "Chris!"
He waved your attempt away, rolling off the bed, his feet hitting the floor before you could fall back on the mattress.You poured, getting on all fours, crawling towards the edge. Chris took a step back, brows furrowing. "It's not important. Let's get you some food."
"Fine." you mumbled, an idea making you light up. Rolling off the bed, you glanced at his phone on the nightstand, exposed and easy to take. With quick reflexes, you grabbed his phone, rolling back on the bed until you reached the other side, making it impossible for him to reach for his phone back.
"Hey!" the Bostonian shouted, launching himself on the bed in attempt to get his phone back. He made a noise as you rushed out of your room, locking yourself in the nearby bathroom, laughing evilly when he threw himself at the door. He yelled out your name, his fist banging on the door. "I'm serious! Don't!"
Ignoring his begging, you opened his phone with your thumbprint. How ironic how much he didn't want you to look at his phone when he was the one who insisted you have the password to it. His arguments became louder as you opened up his Twitter, immediately heading to the trending section, seeing both your names at the number one spot.
"Damn, I look hot." you joked out loud, making Chris silent for a second before pleading for you not to continue. You smirked, scrolling through the tweets, trying to find his reaction. "Jesus Christ, what the hell happened to you? Did you fall on your face or something?"
Chris groaned, banging his head on the door in defeat as he heard your almost inaudible gasp, that quickly turned into little giggles. If he wasn't so embarrassed, he would've broken the door down to hold you in his arms. "Oh, no."
Bursting out into hard laughter, you fell into the large bathtub, hitting your head on the wall but you couldn't care less. The expression on his face during your performance had been borderline comical, the wide eyes, the jaw hanging open, the open hand resting on his chin while his eyes stayed strained on you the whole time, never wavering from your body, the sexy choreography making his jeans tight.
Cackling like the Wicked Witch of the West, tears ran down your cheeks, your stomach cramping from the maniacal laughter. Lifting yourself up from the tub, you stumbled to the door, your loud laugh ringing out towards the whole house. You let Chris in the bathroom, his phone quickly taken from your hand but it was too late. The blush on his cheeks wasn't going away anytime soon. You leaned against him, your head resting on his chest, while you panted out a question. "Why did you look like you were trying to attract flies in your mouth?"
Chris groaned again, covering his eyes with a hand while the other rested on your back. "You're not going to let me live this down, are you?"
"Oh, God, no." you giggled, wiping the tears away, beginning to calm down. Glancing up at him, you noticed everything above the shoulders was gleaming red, the embarrassment too unbearable for him. "Chris, you looked exactly like the first time we were forced to share a bed together."
"Yeah, you have that affect on me."
"You gonna tell me why you looked so ... shocked? Or do I have to search through Twitter and go with whatever fan theory makes the most sense?" you asked, unable to keep the smug grin off your face. Chris closed his eyes, wishing he hadn't made you come to the awards show in the first place. You raised an eyebrow, fingers itching towards his phone. "You know I'll do it, Evans."
The man raised his hands, taking them off of you as he paced around the bathroom, deciding if this embarrassing moment was the right time to finally confess. "It's just, you know, the dance was so ... sexual and hot that I probably wasn't the only one looking at you like that. You can't exactly blame me for being shocked, watching the girl I'm in love with—"
Chris stopped as you be watched the colors drain out of your face, immediately freezing when he realized what he had said. Both of you stared at each other, eyes wide, not moving a muscle, barely blinking; the atmosphere so tense neither of you were breathing, waiting for the other to talk. But neither of you wanted to go first, terrified.
It wasn't until you started to feel dizzy that you realized you hadn't been breathing, letting out a huge breath, trying to relax while Chris did the same, his hands shaking, a nervous tick he got whenever he was anxious. You got the courage to speak first.
"What?"
It was better than nothing.
Chris was so nervous he nearly ran out of the room. There wasn't some kind of handbook or script he could read, helping him tell one of his best friends how head over heels he was for her. So, he said what his brain was stewing. "What?"
"What—what?" you replied, unsure if he even said the L word, so lightheaded by the sudden confession.
The actor stilled, eyes widening even further, while his eyebrows shot up his forehead. "What?"
"What?"
"What?"
"Say what one more time, Evans, and I will make nothing but mac and cheese for the rest of your stay." you threatened softly, getting tired of not having an answer to your one-worded question.
Chris took a deep breath, hands trembling as he clasped them together, hoping to find the right words, hoping his inner thoughts would come out clear, giving you the answer you asked for. "I'm sorry. What do you want me to say?"
"What you were saying before. You know, before you looked like you saw a ghost and almost stopped breathing. I think that would be a good start." you replied, backing up to take a seat on the plush chair. Chris mirrored your actions, putting down the lid to the toilet before sitting down.
"This isn't the way I wanted you to find out." Chris whispered, his blue eyes trained on the emotions that flashed on your face. Your uncertainty of the situation didn't help his anxiety.
"Okay, um, were you going to tell me in the first place?" you asked, playing with the hem of your shirt—it had been a borrowed Patriots shirt from him. Looking back, you realized all the little things he'd done hadn't been because his platonic love for you. "Or were you just going to keep letting it be this way?"
Fidgeting with his hands, Chris peered through his eyelashes, seeing the hurt flash across your face before you quickly composed it. "Scott was hyping me up, trying to convince me to tell you before you got into another relationship. Do you know the real reason I broke up with Jenny? It hurt like hell when you announced you were engaged. Fuck, I couldn't even pretend to be happy because you were going to have the life I wanted with you, with someone who wasn't me. It was selfish and I got really mad at myself for being a dick."
"But—"
"And then the horrible, horrible relief I felt when you called off the engagement." Chris continued, his heart clenching. "Truth to be told, that was the day I found out I was in love with you, breaking things off with Jenny. Of course, I wanted to wait until you moved on, hoping to be the friend you went to but with my schedule, that was impossible. So, you seemed out comfort in Henry fucking Cavill."
"You're in love with me?" you whispered, hoping this wasn't some kind of cruel dream. If it was, you wouldn't mind staying.
The actor nodded, waiting for you to call him names and rush out. "Yes. You can leave or slap me or whatever you want to do but I love you."
You got up, running a hand through your hair. "Okay."
Chris' heart sank, wishing for any other kind of reaction, wishing you'd do something. Taking a deep breath, he got up. "Is this a goodbye?"
Frowning, you walked up to him, taking his face between with your hands, pressing your lips softly to his. You could feel his heart beat, the little organ beating so hard. You pulled away before he could recover from his shock, before he could kiss you back.
"Hello."
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boop-le-snoot · 3 years
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PARTY FAVOURS | CHAPTER 5
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Rating: Explicit.
‼️TW: Reader is EIGHTEEN! Recreational drug use, smoking and alcohol consumption, deeply internalised self-loathing, very questionable moral standards. Daddy kink taken half-seriously. BDSM themes in later chapters - explicit content will come with it's own TWs. FIRST PERSON POV.
Summary: You're Peter's classmate, a child of rich and famous but uncaring parents. Getting paired up for a lengthy project with the boy was an interesting turn of events and you don't know whether to feel blessed or cursed when you develop, seemingly, a perfectly normal, harmless crush on Tony Stark. Fueled by feelings of inadequacy and boredom, your life spirals out of control - and you're lucky your newfound friends are there to pick up the pieces even if you cannot find it in yourself to believe these amazing human (and not so human) beings voluntarily give you more than a fleeting glance and an offhanded thought. And they brought cake!
A/N: Revenge is sweet but a well-timed dick joke is sweeter. xoxo gossip girl. Please supervise one Bucky Barnes on the internet. Questionable music taste. Detention is the price we pay for justice. Bruce Banner is too precious for this world, too pure.
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"Initiate phase one," I added a growly undertone to my whisper, holding my phone inconspicuously, as if I was making a simple phone call. There was no answer but I didn't expect one: I was testing the voice recorder app that I had downloaded for the sole purpose of documenting and relaying the inevitable fall of one Flash Thompson. 
Making my way through the crowd of students during the busiest time of the day, I made the most intrigued and outraged facial expression I possibly could. Spying my targets, I leaned against a nearby wall, putting a hand over my mouth in fake outrage, keeping my eyes wide and trained on the opposite wall. Just as I had predicted, the two sophomore girls started giving me side-eye by minute two of my staring and finally approached me as I contemplated the wall for whole five minutes.
"I'm sorry, are you okay?" The brunette asked, her blonde friend hanging a step back.
"Yeah, totally," I mumbled. "I'm, like, shook beyond imagination, but nothing, like, bad."
The girls traded a curious look, seemingly coming to some sort of conclusion. The greedy gleam in their eyes had me internally cheering. "What happened?" The blonde one asked, coming closer.
"I'm not sure if I should tell that to anyone," I stammered, watching them bodily move forward. "Well, okay, I can't keep quiet. But you must never, ever speak of it or I'll get expelled or something," I said nervously. They both nodded so rapidly it reminded me of Funko Pop figurines. "You know the senior guy, Flash? Brown hair, kinda hot?" Again, they both nodded, conspicuously grinning. "I think I just saw him in the closed girls bathroom on the third floor with, like, some brunette from Ms. Johnson's History class," They both gasped. Predictable. "But that's not the worst! They were like, y'know," I made an obscene gesture with my hand and they instantly covered their own mouths with their palms in shock. "And the chick was like 'is it in yet?' and he was like 'yah' and I just closed the door and ran, oh my god I hope they didn't hear me," I squealed at the end, playing the part of a mortified teenager.
All three of us giggled uncomfortably for a moment. The blonde girl stared at me suspiciously. "And what were you doing there?"
I faked a nervous stammer, looking around briefly and showing them my lighter for a moment. They both gasped and nodded in recognition. "Don't tell anybody or my mom is going to have kittens," I pleaded. Both of them nodded solemnly, noticing their own group of friends approach. I used the brief moment to get lost in the river of pupils and by the time they turned around to introduce me, I was already at the opposite part of the hallway.
For the time being, everything seemed peaceful. There were a few giggles and side-eyes directed towards Flash Thompson but nothing out of the ordinary. He was disliked by most of the student population even if nobody dared to admit it outright. I took care to walk around without my earbuds for the day and pulled out my phone to record the most interesting conversations around me whenever I caught the tell tale signs of a gossip mill beginning to run its course around the school.
"Oh my god, I heard about this girl that was caught fucking Flash in the girls bathroom and she literally said 'is it in yet', can you imagine the shock, jeez!"
"Some chick literally just rejected Flash because his dick was too small."
"Rebecca from AP chemistry told me someone saw Flash's micropenis. Poor guy!"
"I wonder if his girlfriend dumped him because he can't do shit, I mean, he doesn't look like the type to eat the kitty."
Those were just the highlights of the Friday afternoon. Come the weekend and the news of Flash's unfortunate condition will make the rounds through every single group chat that the school has and by the time Monday rolls around, nobody will have a clue who started the rumour in the first place. I had to carefully select the girls who were to distribute the rumour and I was happy with the outcome: Marissa and Layla with their squad of chatty, bored rich girls were the perfect choice. I thought they would jump at any opportunity to cause drama and I was right.
It was sufficient to say I was bristling with pride as I cut and compiled the audio track from today's school day before sending it to the group chat.
Clint, Peter and Natasha appeared online as soon as the message delivered and I was delighted at their response. Romanoff's kind words, specifically, made me all warm and mushy inside. I didn't resist the feeling, basked in it even as I did a happy dance around my room. Peter's nonsensical string of emojis was another point of laughter for me. 
It wasn't exactly the smartest way to go about killing Thompson's reputation... Alas, simplicity is the way to success when it comes to large crowds of teenagers. That tiny little vindictive part of me was very much looking forward to the weekend and the results of the inevitable distortion of the rumour I had started. Who knew, maybe by Monday Flash Thompson would not only have a micropenis but horns and hooves as well.
Near bedtime, I had all the avengers send me their regards and thumbs up. I answered the flurry of texts as quickly as I could but there was no point in keeping up with ten or so people constantly streaming their questions, opinions and comments. 
I settled on a single easiest response: pulling my dad's old uni sweatshirt over my tiny lacy pajamas to preserve some modesty, I settled in front of my mirror, turning on my Bluetooth speaker to play "Boss Ass Bitch". In true gen-z fashion, I put on my best resting witch face and solemnly lip-synced to the song's eponymous chorus. My eyeliner was sharp enough to cut paper and my prismatic highlighter glittered enigmatically in the cold light of my blue lava lamp.
The response was, once again, delightful and I genuinely belly-laughed at the adults' attempts to meme after Peter. His blushy face emoji started a whole nother conversation that I didn't participate in but watched from the sidelines with glee, snorting every time his friends and mentors gently teased him about the very obvious crush he harboured on me. 
Seeing Peter starting to go absolutely nuts, I interjected with an offer (more like a dare) of a lip sync battle. He jumped on the bandwagon, immediately going offline to undoubtedly film an epic video of what I thought would be dorky-dancing to some hipster song. I was pleasantly surprised when it turned out to be a pre-recorded tik tok video of him and Ned fighting with lightsabers while mouthing the words to Fergalicious that played over the Imperial March.
Weirdos. I still followed him on the app, though, it was pretty funny.
Bucky interjected with a very well executed rendition of "Bring Me to Life": he was wearing his full Winter Soldier get-up, complete with an AK-47, dramatically serenading Steve who looked seventeen shades of done with his partner's antics. Wanda's following twenty second voice message consisted of nothing but pure hysterical laughter, summing up everyone's reaction to the video. Bucky was going to go viral one of these days...
Obviously, I had good competition and nobody else seemed to want to participate so I rearranged my surroundings a little bit and stood up at my full height and swapped the old sweatshirt for a cute crop-top hoodie. My thigh-highs were on display and with my make-up, I looked like a proper internet e-girl. I leaned against the mirror as I mouthed along to the song with my best interpretation of the famous Lucifer smirk, seasoned with a tiny bit of angelic innocence: "Doctor, doctor, give me the news, I got a bad case of loving you..."
Needless to say, I won the competition. Eventually Wanda joined in, looking menacing and ominous with her dark clothes and Natasha's red hair flashing somewhere in the background; even Tony did a round (AC/DC as his soundtrack of course) with one of his Iron Man suits but nothing beat my stunt and the reaction that it caused.
I had accidentally called out Bruce with the choice of my song and his teammates gave both of us a lot of cheeky comments about it. We relented and flirted with each other a bit as the conversation flowed into more mundane discussion; I said my good nights somewhere between Tony's bitching about the hobbies of my generation and my nightly skincare routine. The little green heart that I'd become accustomed to over the past few weeks greeted me just as I was about to lock my phone.
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Bruce was really too precious for this world. My crush on him was different than the one on Tony, it mellowed out in comparison. I wanted him to hold me, to stroke my hair, to call me his darling and wrap me up in one of those dorky button-ups that he insisted on wearing in spite of Tony's unwanted, however very valid, fashion advice.
For all that's worth, the scientist probably knew or at least suspected and had the good grace to play along just enough to satisfy my deep need for attention... Without crossing any actual lines. It was frustrating, it was disappointing but I had virtually nothing to complain about. Besides, I didn't want to lose the quirky friendship that we had. Banner was, probably, the least judgemental person I knew and I wasn't about to trade that for an awkwardly stolen kiss.
Monday and Tuesday passed in a flurry of giggling and snorting every time Flash walked by. His girlfriend broke up with him, very publicly, accusing him of cheating and he didn't even deny it - just insulted her and stormed off, leaving even his friends looking lost and clueless. I started dragging Peter and his two pet nerds along with me just about everywhere I went in case Thompson decided to do something stupid again. If judging only by the looks he was throwing our little company, he was on his way to figuring out who began nibbling at his reputation.
The week was coming to an end and the rumour began dying off, slowly. That just didn't sit with me, I wanted the fucker gone. Due to the obvious time constraints, I approached MJ regarding Peter - after a brief argument, we came to an agreement regarding Peter's safety should I need to leave him alone in the hallways or at lunch. 
I needed to do this alone so if I got caught, I won't drag them down with me. Granted, I would probably get something like a suspension and the school will attempt to call my mother (she never picks up) but that's about it. That's where her reputation comes in handy-people consciously avoid dealing with her, she can be that unbearable.
But first, I needed to get a teacher that's on my side. After carefully considering the candidates, I settled on my Social Studies professor - he taught the college-level classes and was overall a very chill, nice dude. And he disliked bullies with a flaming passion. So it didn't take me long to work him into a righteous fury - just a quick chat over a cup of tea in his homeroom and a few pictures of Peter's bruised face, complete with my own pleading puppy eyes. We agreed Mr Davies would "accidentally" leave the teacher's lounge unlocked during third period and I would sneak in. The plan wasn't foolproof but if it worked, not only Flash, but also his whole misogynistic, bigoted family would go down.
As I was leaving, Mr Davies looked up at me with a bright smile: "Give them Hell, alright?" And I suddenly noticed he was, in fact, very attractive. The smile brought out the fine wrinkles around his mouth, the crow's feet around his eyes - he smiled a lot. Silver strands mixed in with the wooden brown of his hair.
I let my eyes slide over him briefly before baring my teeth in return. "I owe you one," I don't know what possessed me to say that. My mouth really had a mind of its own sometimes. The room suddenly became hot.
"Sure," He replied, totally oblivious.
On Friday, I made myself a small nest in the empty classroom opposite the teacher's lounge and sat waiting for the signal from Mr Davies - he'd tap on the door once and I'd quietly go inside the teacher's lounge, retrieve Thompson's file and make my way back to the empty classroom to grab my backpack and carry the file to my locker for further examination. 
The first part went successfully and I managed to snag Thompson's file. It was heavy and hefty, all the evidence of his rowdiness compiled into one flimsy plastic folder. There were A LOT of pink slips and I rejoiced internally: at least there was a paper trail of his exploits. The principal didn't do anything about it which was... If not against the rules then at least frowned upon; the plan was to take copies and anonymously submit them to the school board prompting at least an investigation into the blatant disregard for Flash's immoral and illegal behaviour.
On my way back I stumbled upon the principal herself which got me not only a stern talking to, but a whole detention for skipping class. Whatever, I was too elated from potentially ruining the life of a dumb fuck who ruined my friend's face.
Surprise came in the face of Mr Davies, who, having heard the commotion in the hallway, stepped out of his class and saw me being lectured by the principal. 
"I'll take her for the detention," I heard the familiar voice behind me. The principal nodded solemnly and I had no choice but to sigh in resignation. "Three thirty, be here," He nodded to me, walking back, looking way too smug for his own good. So I wasn't the only one excited about the successful completion of stage two of my nefarious plan. Cue evil laughter.
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rubys thoughts on the new presidents snevil movie
hiiii besties, i just got back from my first movie experience after the initial lockdowns from the past year and a half!! resident evil: welcome to raccoon city!! as a new fan only getting into the series seriously this year after enjoying the re2 fandub & watching snapcube play re7 & re8, i've grown a fond appreciation of the franchise. i haven't personally seen the previous film series, i'm only familiar with the original playstation games, re7 & re8, and i'm also well aware of some of the jokes these games generate. i can totally see and get how groundbreaking these games were, and how they shaped not only a whole franchise from them, but revolutionized the horror genre. so i was pretty excited to hear that the next resident evil film would be a reboot more closely following the games rather than the milla jovovich movies. heck, the writer and director of this movie boasted how much of a resident evil fan he is, and how he hoped he'd be able to translate his passion of the playstation games onto the big screen.
so, did it work out??? did this film accurately recreate the classic games for a modern audience onto the big screen, or is it just another average horror movie with nods to a 25 year old video game that built capcoms horror house??
tldr if you dont wanna read below as i go into spoilers, but yea!!! i like this film quite a bit :] i'll go into more reasons why down below, but if you're a fan of the games and want a fun film to watch that recreates everything that made the playstation games great, then check it out for yourself
anyways,
PROS
theres defo a lot of good things that i love and appreciate about this film!!! having familiarized myself with re1 through my own streams & re2 through snapcubes fandub, i can say johannes roberts certainly did his homework and it shows off on the screen. from the tone, to the writing, to even the camera work of certain scenes, and even the designs; this absolutely feels like i'm watching the original playstation games on the big screen!!
with that said, this film does make some changes from the original games that i'm fine with and think work well for a fun, cheesy horror movie. the first obvious changes are the casting for our main leads. in terms of main leads i love the most, leon nails it perfectly. he's a new police officer that just moved in, and he's kinda a hot wimp. but that's what i think work for his character!!! and i loved seeing him everytime he's on screen. and in terms of pretty strong characters, i think claire redfield ain't too bad either!! her origin story she shared with her brother is pretty good and i think it fits in well at the climax of the film. claire and leon are definitely the stronger characters of this film, they practically carry this film on their back.
i also really appreciate how this adaptation actually brings in a character from re1 that isn't too well known outside of fans. lisa trevor and her role in the story as this tragic child who was tortured through umbrella's experiments is very heartbreaking, and while you only get a glimpse and assumption of what she went through, at the same time, you feel really bad for her even though she's this movies first scare. she's just a victim in a tragic story, and even though she isn't in the film that long, she definitely left an impact on me i feel.
the mid credits scene is also pretty neat, not only by setting up albert wesker as a future villain, but by setting up ada wongs role, i thought that was pretty neat.
speaking of wesker, ehhhh??? i'll be entirely honest, the re2 side of this film had pretty strong characters, altho that's because re2 is definitively one of the best games in the franchise by fans (both the original and remake). with that said, i feel that the re1 side of things aren't. quite as strong. again, i think the references they make to re1 are pretty neat, and there's some interestingly shot scenes. but idk, i felt that this films connections to re1 arent nearly as strong as re2, and that sentiment also goes to the actors
in terms of how id rank the re1 characters in this film, here's how i'd rank them
1) lisa trevor
2) albert wesker
3) chris redfield
4) jill valentine
yea, while lisa trevor was one of the stronger parts of this adaptation, the rest of the re1 cast aren't nearly as strong? like, i think albert weskers & chris redfields castings are spot on. whenever i think of wesker & chris in real life, that's who i think of. and i don't think jill valentine was a bad choice either, i like their introduction scenes together, i think they wouldve made for fun characters!! but as soon as they go in the mansion, they all kinda turn into stale bread that just shoot zombies, explore the mansion, and play out the main narrative beat of re1.
and, ok, while chris redfield i believe was certainly stronger due to his connections with her sister (it was very nice for me to actually see them on screen interacting with each other), i don't know if i can say the same for jill valentine. after the mansion, she doesn't have much of an impact. she's just following chris redfield because wesker betrayed them and she needed to stick together with someone, which is fine, but i guess i would've asked for more character from her part.
also i think this film setting up wesker & jill's relationship is pretty ok too??? i don't think it's super strong, but it's whatever.
actually, seeing the re1 & re2 characters interacting with each other were pretty novel, and i enjoyed any interactions they had!! really makes me wish we got a game that actually was just re1&2 happening at the same time just to see these interactions, and i think this flim does that pretty fine!!
so from the sounds of it, i really enjoyed this movie, and i still stand by that. however, i do have a few disappointments i do wanna get off my chest
CONS
where's mr x??? where's the giant meat train at the end of the film??? this film was building up to a giant meat train, but all we got were the lunchables and its 2 forms. not having mr x in this film really blows considering how important he is to re2. i'm also a lil disappointed that the film didn't end with saudade from re2make. and like i said, the weakest parts of this film are still the weakest parts of this film
i also feel like this film was kinda short??? like, they did their best to fit in 2 games into one movie, and i think they did as best of a job as they couldve, but i feel like this film couldve asked for. 20 more minutes at least. i couldnt tell if it was just how fast the finale went, it wouldve been alot more fun to introduce the lunchables halfway through, and build him up to the meat train, but what we got was fine, i guess.
but hey, i did say i have a few disappointments, and that was about it. maybe mr x will appear in the resident evil show coming to netflix in sometime or in a sequel, along with the goopy grandma house from re7, who knows
Final Thoughts
despite what i just said, yea, this film is fun. don't expect coming into this film expecting a critically acclaimed subversive masterpiece that'll change you as a person; it's resident evil. resident evil has always been cheesy and fun, from it's outdated 90s classics, to the boulder punching shenanigans of the 2000s games, and i think this film absolutely captured it well. yes, it has moments of depth to it, for sure; just like the original games. but it's also able to have fun, and for once, i can say it doesn't feel like watching an mcu film; which is honestly the highest praise i could ever give a film
so yea!!! if you wanna have a fun time watching a film i feel accurately portrays the zany goofiness of the playstation classics, go check it out in theaters!! or wait until it comes to streaming, if you want
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Bringing A Smile Back To Her Face
This isn't how I normally envision Kevin and Red getting their husky, Bailey. But you know, I watch a cute Rosanna Pansino video once and I just... I wanted to write something like that for Revin. And it's a surprise thing too! Perfect for today's theme! XD
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Kevin sighed in relief as he finally came back home, parking his car in the garage and grabbing the new equipment he just bought from the backseat before going inside the house. "Red, I'm home!" He yelled as he puts his stuff down on a table then took off his shoes.
Red immediately perked up from the couch, running towards him and tackling him down to the ground with a hug. She didn't say anything else as she just cuddled up to him.
Kevin screamed as he got tackled and landing on the ground, nervously laughing as he pats her back before slowly hugging her, as well. "Heh, I missed you too, Red... So, how did your day go?"
Red looks up at him with sad eyes, a large pout on her face. "Awful! Boring! I just wanted you to come back home as early as possible!" She went back to cuddling him.
The male tried getting up but was unable to with Red's added weight. "I'm sorry that I didn't come home sooner, then... There was a long line where I usually buy new streaming equipment... But, uh... Why didn't you go out and hang with your friends?"
She groaned loudly at his question, lying her head on top of his chest. "None of them wanted to hang out with me. They're all busy with their own things..." The girl then let out a sigh. "Plus, I'm still too bummed out to go outside..."
He simply pets the back of her head, already knowing what was bumming her out. Kevin badly wanted to cheer her up but didn't know where to start. "I know, Red... I know... But uh, anyway... Do you mind getting off me already? I promise you, we will cuddle as long as you want later. But I just really need to set up my new equipment for my stream later tonight..."
Red whined but nodded and sat up, giving him a sad pout. "Fine, only because I love you. But can I help?! Please?! I don't really wanna be left alone right now..." She pleaded at him, giving him sad eyes in hopes that he would say yes.
And because he's Kevin, he said yes to her, as always. "Yes, of course! There are things I bought here that I need extra hands in setting up... Come on." The male got up and carried one of the boxes he had bought. "By the way, did you seriously not go out once today? What about your job? Do you not have anything scheduled for today?" The redhead grunted a bit but was able to lift the other box for him, huffing as she looked down at the ground. "Oh, I have gotten a lot of offers, as usual... But I took them all down. And before you ask why, remember I'm still pretty sad about Serendipity..." She teared up a bit and clutches the box she held tightly, shaking her head and wiping her tears away afterwards.
"No, no... I still remember about that." Kevin softly said as he started walking to his office, Red following right behind him. "I just thought... I don't know... You would want to distract yourself from your grief... But I guess, the grief is just too much for you right now. Do I have that right?"
Red nodded, putting down the box she held down first once they got to his office. "Yes, you do. No matter what I do, my brain just keeps on reminding me of Serendipity and how she's..." She tried holding back her tears but was unable to, falling to the ground as tears streamed down her face. "Gone..."
The male instantly put down his own box and rushed to her side, making her lean on him as she lets out all the tears she's been holding in. "I know it's hard, Red... I'm so sorry... I wish you didn't have to feel all this hurt... I wish I could take all this sadness and hurt that you're feeling and give it to me..."
The girl let out a sad laugh at his words, wiping away her tears again as she pulled away from him. She looked deep into his eyes as she caressed his cheek. "I am so lucky to have such a sweet and caring boyfriend like you, Kev... But this is my grief. And I need to go through it like a big girl..." She leans on him again, wrapping her arms around him again. "Though I am thankful that you're here to help ease things a bit. It may not be a lot but I still appreciate you being here..."
Kevin gave a small smile as he wrapped his arms in a comforting manner around her. "You're welcome, Red... I would do anything to make you feel better, I promise..."
After Red had cried as much as she could, she ended up tiring herself and passing out in Kevin's arms. She was carried to their bedroom and tucked into bed by Kevin before he started with setting up his equipment for his stream.
When he started his stream, however, he looked clearly bummed out while playing a game. He couldn't stop thinking about what he promised to her earlier. "What to do... What to do..." He mumbled to himself before sitting up and pausing the game he was playing. "Okay, chat... Clearly something is on my mind right now, it's really hard to disguise it." The male cleared his throat. "Basically, my girlfriend is feeling really bummed out right now and I honestly want to cheer her up. But I don't know a good way to do that... You guys got any tips?"
Kevin waited for a good answer from his chat, raising a brow at one particular suggestion. "Watch boyfriends surprising their girlfriends with puppies? I don't exactly see how that's supposed to help but okay..." He searches what he was told to find, choosing one video and ending up watching a few videos than he expected. "Okay, those videos are really adorable. Thank you to whomever told me to watch those videos... But umm... Why did you tell me to watch those videos exactly?"
His chat went absolutely nuts after his question, Kevin squinting his eyes at one particular message. "Oh my God, Kevin... You dense dumbass... We're telling you to surprise your girlfriend with a puppy to cheer her up..." He read out loud, gasping once he finished. "Well, you didn't need to be rude!" He hummed as he thought about it. "Hmm, thank you guys, though! That actually sounds like a good idea! I'll do it now while she's still asleep! Sorry guys but stream is ending early today!" The male quickly ended his stream and rushed out of the house to buy Red a puppy.
It took him a few hours but he was able to buy a puppy. A Siberian Husky, to be specific. "Okay, I knew it wouldn't be that easy to get a puppy but I didn't know it would take that long... How are you doing though, pup?" He asked the puppy that was sleeping comfortably in his arms. "Good? That's good..." Kevin spoke to himself as he slowly got out of his car.
"Hopefully, she's still..." He slowly opened the door, sighing in relief when he saw Red still sleeping peacefully in bed. "Okay, good... She's still asleep. Go on then, pup... Cheer your new mommy up." The male puts the sleeping puppy down next to Red.
The puppy immediately woke up, stretching before approaching Red slowly and sniffing her. It walked away from where she laid her head, making Kevin pick it up and placed it near her head again. "No, no... Puppy, I need you to wake and cheer her up, please..." He points towards Red. The puppy then made it's way towards Red's face, licking it as much as it could which gets Red stirring in her sleep.
"Mmm... Kev, what the heck?" The redhead grumbled softly as she slowly woke up. "What are you- Ow! Ow! Ow! What the fuck?" She groaned angrily as the puppy walked over her face and started biting her ear.
Kevin laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "Okay... This is not like the other cute videos of boyfriends surprising their girlfriends with puppies that I watched..."
"Huh? Surprising girlfriends with puppies? What are you-" Red was still pretty drowsy from having just woken up, gasping softly when she finally saw the puppy in front of her. "Oh my God... When did this adorable little puppy get here?" She sat up and gently picked the puppy up, giggling softly as the puppy continuously licked her face. "Woah! Okay! Okay! You sure an excited pupper, huh?" She gasped again as she covered her mouth. "Oh my God, Kev... Seriously... How did this puppy get here?!" The redhead giggles as she puts the puppy on her lap and pets it a lot. "Oh, hello, aren't you a cutie?"
The male chuckled as he watched her, sitting down next to her. "Well, you know I never like it when you are sad, in pain or any other negative feeling like that. And I also did promise earlier that I would do anything to make you feel better... So, I came up with the idea of buying a puppy to cheer you up! Well, technically my chat came up with the idea... But I took it and here we are! Puppy!"
Red was utterly speechless at his reasoning, her giggles continuing as the puppy played with her more. "I'll have to make an appearance in one of your streams and thank you chat, I guess..." She leans on him and hums softly, a smile on her face. "Thank you so much, Kev... I do feel better with this gift, I love him." She paused, looking up at him. "It is a him, right?"
Kevin hummed as he just let her lean on him. "Mhmm, it is a him. Speaking of which, are you gonna be giving him a name yet?"
Red looked down at puppy in her lap, lifting it up a bit. "Hmm... Names would usually be a struggle for me but I don't know why... Our puppy just looks like a Bailey to me... What do you think of that name, Kev?" She looks up at him again, a wide smile on her face.
Kevin smiled back at her, kissing the top of her forehead. "Absolutely perfect..." He said to both her name idea and the smile on her face, more than happy to be seeing it again.
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thefreshfinds · 5 years
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BROOKLYN UNITY FEST:
There is strength in numbers and the Brooklyn Unity Fest went ahead to prove that theory in their 8th annual event. If someone were to question "Where Brooklyn at?" the proof would be front and center. Ultimately the Brooklyn Unity Fest gave back to its community in a major way!
Aside from its free giveaway on Summer Jam tickets, bikes and t-shirts — there was also a Fabolous Way 3 Point Contest and Stomp the Violence Dance Contest.
From the basketball courts, vendors, face painting, multiple stages and even a bouncy house — the festival made sure to bask in its pride.
Overall, everyone was very accepting. Once the performers went onstage their was a common ground shared between the younger and older generation.
Not only were their crowds of kids doing the Stanky Leg, but there was all smiles and a fascination towards the new age sound. Many of the artists recieved new fans but their main focus was giving their all in the name of hip-hop. The genre has taken them to new heights and for that matter they encourage others to follow their dreams. In a word, there was no other place that I wanted to be! The Brooklyn Unity Fest had great vibes. No wonder Brooklyn is the Most Thorough Borough! Their community is willing to give a lending hand if needed be.
Although I wasn't able to interview all of the performers, here are some phenomenal creatives (you read it right) that I had an opportunity to speak with:
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1. JU-MO and E-MONEY TAGS: If you're wondering where the boosters at, you don't need to look any further. These two are willing to go the distance because they're asking the same thing! Originally from Brooklyn, NY — JU-MO's moniker stands for "Just Money" and his government. The MC even utilizes his creativity and goes as far as to create wristbands with all the currencies and his own clothing line thats displayed on a manequin! If that isn't cool enough then his music will heat things up, since that's its true purpose. Besides this, E-Money Tags is who he is. He's just happy and is living his best life. "They don't like us" and that's perfectly fine. JU-MO and E-Money Tags plan on spreading love, happiness and unity regardless. Go and stream “We the Boosters” now. It’s on all platforms. Music video coming soon.
INSTAGRAM: @its_just_money
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2. AUDREY JACKSON: Humble, brave, dedicated and passionate Audrey Jackson has been singing since she was 2 and performed from 5th grade on up! However when she got to college and sung the national anthem for the Philadelphia 76ers thats when she started going full force with her career. Sultry by nature, Audrey Jackson heats things up with her vocal range and charisma. Before going onstage she talks to God and her grandma. She also asks them to be with her and wears something of her grandmas for more positive energy. One line that resonates with her is: Whenever someone push your back against the wall say I’m hear to stay. Her mixtape Misunderstood is coming soon and features Jahlil Beats. Instagram: @Iamaudreyjackson@Itsallmusicthemovement. Rel Carter director of A&R for Roc Nation. Her album called “ No Handouts” is available on every digital platform. Love triangle is available now on all digital platforms.
INSTAGRAM: @iamaudreyjackson
MUSIC LINK: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=6yAL4ht3Igo
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3. RICH CHINO and HOLLI TV: Rich Chino radiates love, not only in real life but also in his music because that’s what hip-hop means to him. Even when he’s taken a few L’s, Rich Chino would never wish harm upon those he cared for. He’d just rather not have them in his circle. A lot of people may say that Rich Chino has changed because he does his own thing but one thing is certain: He’ll always win. His track “Calling Mommy” is a dance song at most and makes one get up on that floor to show all the moves. His best friend Holli TV also did music and hops on a track from time to time but he’s mostly a comedian. A word of advice for inspiring creatives: Be yourself, be consistent and never let the hate affect you. Word on the block is that others respect the grind too, so how could they ever stop? Stay tuned for more content from Holli TV, go and stream “Calling Mommy” on SoundCloud.
INSTAGRAMS: @richchino + @hollitv
MUSIC LINK: https://m.soundcloud.com/user-171933865/richchino-calling-mommy
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4. LIL POOKA: CEO and founder of VSF the label — Lil Pooka, defines himself as an entrepreneurial artist. Always two steps ahead, he invest into his future by thinking in the way of a business man. Even though things are just starting for him, Lil Pooka has been creating music since he was 12 years old. Hip-hop is life for the reinforcer and he says that it’s half of him. “Hip-hop is a great way of self-expression.” Lil Pooka adds. One who gets hyped off an all-around grind, Lil Pooka prays for good vibes and new beginnings. Lil Pooka will always look to be a big influencer. For the culture, Lil Pooka says to “never cap.” Always tell your truth, no matter what. Stay tuned for new music soon.
INSTAGRAM: @lipooka
MUSIC LINK: https://m.soundcloud.com/cashoutday
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5. SELF MADE STREETS: Putting his ego to the side, Self Made Streets makes things happen with one movement at a time. From the jump, he keeps it real and leaps into a sound that’s meant to inspire. Yet it all derives from his personal upbringings. “I’m reinventing myself right before your eyes.” says Self Made Streets. Still, as he teaches the generation — Self Made Streets is also learning and progressing. It’s two of the things he takes with him on a daily basis. Aside from an MC, Self Made Streets is an entrepreneur who believes in the power of change. Stream his latest tape No Turning Back. It’s on all platforms.
INSTAGRAM: @selfmadestreets
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6. KING BRAIZE: An intricate wordsmith who reps the Garden State, King Braize lives to tell a message. His motto “Inspire yourself” speaks volume and pushes one to keep going (with or without support). King Braize is the voice of his people and brings awareness to the inequality between African American’s and todays era. Along his journey he wants peace, patience and happiness. He lives to focus on love because what is a better way to celebrate those that you hold close to your heart? What’s more important to him is just trusting the process. Follow the #KrownMovement and listen to his music. It’s available on all streaming platforms.
INSTAGRAM: @kingbraize
MUSIC LINK: http://kingbraize.com/inspireyourself/
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7. KHING JUS WURK: Khing Jus Wurk gives the music era something different. Instead of advocating drugs or sex — he uses his craft to enforce change and inspiration. He’d like for more kings to push kings because we have enough that are at war. For now though, Khing Jus Wurk will be the first to break the stigma(and to put in the overtime). If you haven’t grabbed a copy of XXL magazine, go and do so. Khing Jus Wurk made an appearance. Also make sure to stream his tape #3DayWeekend. It’s available on all platforms.
INSTAGRAM: @khingjuswurk
MUSIC LINK: https://tidal.com/browse/artist/10033147
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8. TEMMY BRIDGES AND DANYOSONN: Two who had to go and get it — Temmy Bridges and Danyosonn have been grinding for years. Originally from Canada, Temmy Bridges now lives in Brooklyn. He started rapping 7 years ago, but took it seriously once he saw that people were catching a vibe from it. Ultimately, hip-hop is a freedom of speech for him and with that, comes a risk but Temmy Bridges faces it head on. He’s willing to switch up the tone at all cost. Secondly, Danyosonn’s moniker was passed down from the Great Sensai. And while he has the boom, ba and bam — Danyosonn doesn’t use his talent to brag. Instead he uses hip-hop to relay how he feels because when words can’t get the energy across, his music does. Danyosonn has been on a non-stop grind since he was 16 years old. For him, the journey because in his bedroom where he put together his own studio. Even when he moved to Virginia, Danyosonn stayed consistent and has ran with it since. Now Danyosonn is working on a project that’s set to be released on July 4th. Make sure to check out “Stuck” ft. Temmy Bridges when it releases too! While others try to rent a place in the rap game, the duo shows why they own it. In the words of Danyosonn, they’ve just been ballin’ out like every season.
INSTAGRAMS: @temmybridges + @danyosonn_mns
MUSIC LINKS:
A) TEMMY BRIDGES: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=AENtVG1md0M&feature=youtu.be
B) DANYOSONN: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=10cRHp3dGnQ&feature=youtu.be
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Label: sm entertainment
Stage name: bella (because you're beautiful~)
Debut year: 2015 (3 yrs active)
Debut concept: aggressive bubblegum synth, dance heavy, vocal heavy, bright, pop!
Number of members: 4
Group name: strawberry jam (sj)
Fandom name: jammers
Position: main vocal, visual, dance line
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Male bestie: Jongin (EXO)
How you meet: you are a hard worker, always putting your best foot forward, giving it your all; putting all your effort into anything you do! Which is such a great quality, you're told! Lord knows, you've benefited from that personality trait thousands of times, mostly in your career and personal relationships! However, alot of the time, it tends to have a negative effect! Mainly on your health! You put so much effort into whatever you're working on at the moment: new choreography, new music etc. that you tend to neglect your personal health! This lands you in the hospital alot; its not ideal, but you can't complain, your doctor is probably your favorite! Which is where you end up meeting (*cough*...fighting with) Jongin! You had a really important public appearance coming up, a couple of variety shows and another comeback all scheduled within a weeks time; and you knew your health wasn't at its prime, so you were basically in mental panic mode! You were hoping to get in and out of your check up as fast as possible, because you had things to do! Long story short, that wasn't happening! You ended up sticking your head in to the doctors office, to confront the patient before you! Which happened to be Jongin! "Hi! Yeah, sorry! Could you, I don't know, hurry up!? I've aged quite drastically since being here.." "He's my doctor and I was here first!" "Yeah, well he likes me better!" After a few more minutes of back and forth, a kindergarten-like tantrum and some overdramatic whining on both of your parts, you were left by your very flustered doctor to "..Work things out!.." You quickly end up bonding over your mutual lack of priority when it comes to your health, your whiney childlike mannerisms when you're sick or hungry and a love for the theater! He ends up becoming one of your best friends and you're almost always together! You're both quite determined and hardworking, both tending to over work yourselves and this is usually the cause for most of your fights: scolding eachother for not prioritizing your health! He ends up worrying about your health more than he does his, and vice versa! But you're constantly supporting eachother in anything you pursue! "Jongin, I heard Bella from Strawberry Jam is your best friend, is that true!?" "Yeah, she's my best friend!" "Cool! I also heard she is the biggest EXO supporter, is that right!?" "Yes, she is! I made a joke the other day about her leaving music to work for EXO and help us promote our new album!" "Really!? What did she say!?" "It was so funny, she took the album and walked over to the street corner and just stood there like this...(^ gif ^)..I couldn't stop laughing!" Your friendship is really goals!
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Female bestie: Jennie (Blackpink)
How you meet: you love singing and you love theatrics but sometimes you feel like dancing and choreography, in general, can be very confusing and frustrating! So you decided to take some dance classes on the side, for some extra practice! That's how you meet Jennie, through a friend of a friend! One day after class, you accidently trip over her bag and take her down in a mess of legs, elbows and sweat! "Oh my god- I'm so sorry!...Ouch! Sorry! Yikes- are you okay!?" "Yes, of course! I'm clearly living the dream!" "Oh, well...glad I could help you do that then..." you stared at eachother for a few beats of silence, still sprawled out on the floor, and then busted out laughing! You ended up attached at the hip! It's an inside joke that you were split at birth and that you're actually twins; that's how similar your personalities are and your sense of humor! You're both really sarcastic and it's 100x worse when you're together! The fans love it! And despite how goofy and silly you both are when you're together, everyone can tell you both care about eachother immensely! You're always supporting eachother and you're always both genuinely happy for eachothers successes! She calls herself your "only fan!" And she lives up to that name! "Jennie! Did you hear yet!? Strawberry Jams song 'Pink' has hit the Billboard charts!" "..(^ gif ^)..What!? Seriously!?! I have to call Bella!!..." Such a cute friendship!
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Group bestie: NCT OT18
How you meet: this probably, most definitely was the weirdest encounter you've ever had! You love to skateboard; you wouldn't say you're that great at it, I mean, you're no Tony hawk! But it is a hobby of yours! And when you have a stressful, busy day, full of dance practices and studio visits- you like to sneak out in the middle of the night, when the streets are empty, go down to the local park and skate to de-stress a bit! It's kind of like your secret rendezvous self-care session! Not even your group members know about it! The park, Seoul in general, is usually dead with no soul in sight at this time of night! Which is why you're so startled when one second you're minding your own business, practicing an inward heel flip and the next second you're surrounded by a bunch of guys who look like they've just stepped straight out of an Avril Lavigne MV! It startles you so much you trip backwards over your board and land flat on your back! You say about every curse word in every language you know, on the way down! "Oh my god! I told you we would scare her!" "If anybody scared her, it was you with that stupid pedo face!" "That's so rude! Taeyong, tell him that was rude!" "I mean..I did tell you to shave this morning.." "Yeah, you kind of look like an asian yeti.." "Or a pedophile, definitely a pedophile.." "Seriously?! Is this attack necessary!?? I mean-" "Umm, so sorry, pedi-yeti and friends..could you possibly, I don't know...help me up!?" They ended up hauling you up and bombarding you with questions left and right! Questions about your skateboard, questions about your skating technique etc etc. The more they asked, the more you answered and the more you answered, the more they asked! It was pretty much down hill from there! But it's all good, they quickly became some of your biggest supporters and closest friends! They always cheer for you the loudest at award shows! And sometimes, Taeyong or Ten, will send you little videos and clips (with the funniest captions) they filmed, on the down low, of the rest of the members singing and dancing to your music, unaware the were being filmed! "..[Bella, your music is hurting innocent bystanders! RIP Jeno]..(^ gif ^).." They're such a mess and it's the cutest!
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Boyfriend: Taehyung (BTS)
Ship name(s): tella, bae couple, baehyung
How you meet: the way you 'officially' meet is kind of funny! And the time and location is a bit obscure! Anytime someone asks him when and where you met, he says Italy in June! You say it was definitely paris, late July! Both of you would be right and wrong! You love traveling and any time you have the opportunity, you jump on it! This is no secret! You first noticed him in Paris, he first noticed you in Italy, you both noticed eachother in Chicago! By the time you ended up back in the Incheon International Airport - you were 98.7% positive you had picked up a stalker abroad! "Are you following me!?" "I was going to ask you the same thing!" "Well I asked you first, so answer!" "I don't take demands from potential stalkers!" Some threats to call the police and a couple defensive hand gestures later, you eventually both settled on fate being the reason you've bumped into eachother over and over again! As cheesy as it might sound! You quickly bond over your artistic and creative sides, and a strong love for traveling and then there is no going back! He's one of your biggest supporters and you both often credit eachother as being an inspiration and muse! You eventually, after realizing how important and serious your relationship was becoming, went public! You figured your close friends and family would be the most supportive, and they were, but in actuality it was the fans that became your biggest supporters! "Tae-oppa!! Over here!! Taehyung-oppa!! You and Bella-unnie are the cutest couple ever!! I will always support you!!" "...(^ gif ^)..." It's so heartwarming!
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Biggest fan: your biggest fan is probably Junhoe from IKON! He's always covering your songs, he even covers the songs you cover! He says it's only because he wants to prove he can harmonize with you, always calling you out in interviews hoping to get the chance to meet you and collaborate! "Bella from Strawberry Jam is my favorite! She has the best voice, even better than me! And she has good taste in music, I would love to collaborate with her if given the chance!" He's always showing support for your comebacks as well and even your solo projects; watching every drama and CF you do and streaming your music, constantly singing along with you at the top of his lungs! He's a dedicated and loyal fan and he's pretty loud and proud about it! So much, that it's even a running joke in his group that he would leave the rest of the members for even just a chance to perform with you! Well, it's a joke to them! Him, not so much! "Junhoe! I heard that you're a huge fan of Bella from Strawberry Jam, is that true!?" "Yes! She is my favorite singer!" "Oh really!? I heard that you would leave IKON without a second thought, if she ever wanted to perform with you!" "Yes, I would! In a heartbeat!" "What the-...you answered that so fast! You would really leave us, huh!?" "Yep!.." "...(^ gif ^)..." It's pretty funny!
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Scandal: it's really no secret you have been trying to break out into the acting industry for a while, and make that cross over from idol to actress - auditioning and taking acting classes and workshops in your spare time! It's also no secret that you're good long time friends with Jaebum from GOT7! You've know eachother since before your debut and he's one of your closest friends, almost family! He's always helping you practice and reading scripts with you to help prepare you for auditions, giving you advice and direction on characters! So it's really not shocking when dispatch comes out with photographs of you two, on multiple days, coming out of your apartment and/or restaurants! What is a bit shocking is the headlines that are attached to those photos! "Strawberry Jams Bella and GOT7s Jaebum! Are they together!?" "Does GOT7s Jaebum have a sweet tooth for Strawberry Jam!? New couple alert!" It's ridiculous! "Are they serious!? A sweet tooth!? Who is writing this mush!?" "What I don't understand is how they got us mixed up!? I mean, I'm clearly the more desirable one in this relationship.." "Are you trying to make me throw up, or does that just come naturally when looking at your face?" "I'm a masterpiece and you are blessed to be in my presence.." What a dork!
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Other activities: it's no secret you live for the dramatics, and the theatre is almost like your second home! So when SM suggested you audition for a couple of upcoming dramas, you jumped on the opportunity! And it was the best thing you could've possibly done! You ended up, not only booking a role, but booking a lead! You got to act along Seo Kang Joon (^ gif ^) who is the sweetest and most talented! You made new life long friends, won a couple of awards and gained a whole new following! Sure, they made you dye your hair a darker shade a red and teased you a bit on set about your sense of humor, but it was totally worth it! "It was so fun! And the hair color choice is actually kind of growing on me!" "Oh really!? Quickly, say that again into the camera! In 10 years when you're bald, I want proof that you were once satisfied..." "JB, I will literally push you off of this rooftop..." You didn't, but you were close to it!
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@suchqt here is your idol ship~ thanks so much for the request and I hope you like it! 😅 Let me know what you think!
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