#some stupid fluff

[verfound]

FIC: "Of Kwamis, Soulmates, and Idiots" ch2 (MLB; Lukanette)

Notes: I was struggling with this one, guys. If I had just sat on the initial prompt it probably all could have gone up in one go, but after that month I was a little (lot) burnt out and kept building this up as more than it had to be? I kept thinking there needed to be some kind of big Plot & Substance, but sometimes you just need a little bit of shits and giggles, right? Anyway. I think it’s as done as it’s gonna get, at least for now. 🖤

Marinette had hated to leave practice, but to be fair…it wasn’t actually her band practicing. She could barely play a handful of notes on the flute, and she highly doubted a group as rock-n-roll as Kitty Section would be interested in having something as dorky as a flute in their band. So when her maman had texted her asking if she could come home early — along with an apology, but they had an unexpected rush, her papa was busy with a big order for the next day, and they could really use the help — well…it just seemed obvious.

She hadn’t missed the way Luka’s eyes had followed her as she grabbed her bag and rushed off with a harried excuse, but that was just Luka being Luka. He was kind like that. Still, she was sure Tikki would give her plenty of grief over it later.

Tikki was also kind like that.

Her bag had been left unattended and almost forgotten in the back of the house once she had gotten home. She had tossed it by the door that led up to their family flat as soon as she had run in, only sparing enough thought to make sure it was safely out of the way before grabbing her apron and moving to help her papa fill macarons.

[heavensoutofsight]

stay with me | b.e.

SYNOPSIS: when your emotions get the best of you, billie is always there.

WORD COUNT: 1.2k

TAGS/WARNINGS: a little bit of angst, but mostly fluff, emotional hurt/comfort, established relationship, reader is implied to be socially anxious (just like me fr)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: hello i am so sorry if maybe this short lil fic is boring but honestly this is really self-indulgent and what i fantasize about often as a stressed as fuck college student to be real and i just wanted to get it out of my mind 😞😞 idk if this will be comforting to any of you as well but if so i'd be glad :))) enjoyyy.

(divider cred: @/strangergraphics-archive)

[ TAGLIST: @hannahluvsbillie, @bilssturns, @bla1rxoxo, @billiesrighthand, @weluvwbb, @belleishot, @natbelovasblog, @wilfdflwr8, @likefirenrain, @amara-eilish, @sevikasleftbicep ]

The second you stepped through your door, your feet began moving on their own, walking you toward a specific room in yours and Billie's home that was quickly becoming a place you spent more time in than your own shared bedroom.

Billie still went over to Finneas's place to work sometimes, but whenever she wanted to do some stuff on her own, she'd play around in her own studio at home. It wasn't perfect by any means, and she was still in the process of decorating the space and buying more equipment, but she had the essentials, and even though her little studio was still a new place she was already well acquainted with the space.

You were well acquainted with the area as well, because there was one thing you loved to do more than anything, and that was sit down on the little sofa in there and watch and listen your girlfriend work; which was exactly what you were desperately wanting to do as soon as you came back home from work.

Before you entered the studio, you could hear Billie recording some vocals, and for a few minutes you stood outside the door, listening carefully sporting a small smile. The stress of everything that happened at work and during the rest of the day was already leaving your body.

You gave a couple of small knocks before slowly entering the room, and upon hearing the door creak open, Billie swiveled around in her seat, her microphone still in her hand. The image of her, with her long hair framing her face and looking all cozy in an oversized shirt and simple sweats made your heart warm. To you, she was home personified.

A smile that stretched from ear to ear immediately appeared on her face as she greeted you. She stood up, meeting you eye-to-eye, wrapping her arms around your waist and giving you a quick kiss. She squeezed your waist ever so gently, pulling away and looking at you with pure affection in her eyes.

"How was your day?" She asked softly. You didn't immediately respond with a verbal answer; you simply sighed, leaning forward to rest your head on her shoulder, pulling Billie in closer. You inhaled the clean scent of her hoodie, which smelled like her perfume, a scent that very quickly became comforting for you.

"Exhausting." Was all you said as a response after a couple of minutes of silence, and Billie was quick to understand how you were feeling in the moment. You usually came home tired, but there were small things that you would do when you had a day that was a bit more intense than usual, and she could always pick up on those things. Everything about your body language in this particular moment told her everything she needed to know.

"Today must have been a lot, huh?" Billie asked you, although she already knew the answer. She moved her hands to around your shoulders, hugging you properly, while yours were now around her waist. Billie never minded embracing you for as long as you needed, and she even rubbed your back a little, the action further helping you relax.

"Yeah," you started, your voice quiet. "I just got so overwhelmed today and I couldn't get out of my own head and was feeling anxious the whole time and I just… wanted to be home and away from everybody." You spoke earnestly.

"I know, baby. I know. I'm so sorry today was rough." Billie said, sincerity in her tone. She pulled out of the hug, only so she could hold your face in her hands. She could see the tiredness in your eyes.

"Is there anything you need right now?" Billie asked. Whenever she could tell you were drained, she was always ready to provide you with anything you needed, be it food or a cuddle session on the couch; the simple gesture made you fall in love with her all over again. In this moment, though, there was only one thing on your mind.

"No, I don't need anything. Just you." You replied with a small, tired grin. Billie just nodded, returning the warm expression, leaning in to kiss you a couple more times.

"Okay, angel." She replied sweetly.

With that, you sat down on her little couch, as she sat back down in her swivel chair. She resumed working, and you immediately became transfixed, admiring the soothing sound of her voice and the beautiful snippets of music that she'd play from her speakers every now and then. There was nothing more calming to you than watching your girlfriend in her element, focused and working hard at her little desk.

Every now and then, she'd turn to glance at you, giving you a smile or blowing you a kiss, and every time a series of chuckles would escape you. If she ever had to get up to use the bathroom or grab a snack, she'd always give you a peck on the lips before leaving and she'd always ask you if you wanted her to grab anything while she was out. Her thoughtfulness only reminded you of why you chose to spend the rest of your life with her—you truly wouldn't have it any other way, especially on days like these.

In the comfort of her studio, you were away from the bustling, loud atmosphere that was your workplace. You didn't have to fake any more smiles or put on any carefully constructed masks. In Billie's presence, you could finally just be.

At some point, after many hours, Billie had found a stopping point, feeling satisfied with the progress that she had made. When she turned around in her seat to look at you, she noticed that you were lying down on the couch now, resting your head on a throw pillow, blinking slowly as you were adorably trying to fight sleep.

Billie immediately found herself walking over to you, kneeling down to be close to your face. She moved some hair out of your eyes, gazing at you fondly. You looked back at her, your eyes just barely cracked open.

"Hey, babygirl," Billie said, her voice just barely above a whisper. "Wanna go to the bed?"

After letting out a yawn, you nodded. "Mhmm." You replied sleepily, and Billie chuckled, kissing your cheek.

"Come on then, sleepyhead. I could use a nap myself."

You found yourself a bit reluctant to get off the couch, but you did eventually, grabbing onto Billie's hand and walking with her to your shared bedroom. The natural sunlight filling the room was enough, so she kept the lights off, and the two of you immediately crawled into bed atop the covers. You were still in your day clothes but you were far too worn out to give a damn. Billie definitely didn't care at all, happily pulling you in close.

Billie was behind you, taking the role of a big spoon, her arms wrapping around you comfortably.

The world knew Billie as a superstar; but in your modest little home, Billie to you was your everything, your safe haven, your future wife who'd you spend your last days on earth with.

"I love you so much." You suddenly heard Billie whisper. You smiled at the sound of her voice.

"I love you, too." You responded, melting into her.

(author's note pt. 2: need her to speak softly and gently to me irl so bad i'm crashing out 💔💔💔)

[nonranghaes]

"i'm just saying! he's an asshole!" seungkwan's far angrier than you are about your ex, and you're eternally thankful for him. he jams a straw into his drink after missing the first time, and looks at you. "you'd be mad if someone treated me that way. i know it's complicated because you work together, but--"

"no, i know," you sigh, crossing your arms. "i just wish i could be, y'know, more mad about it all."

"i'll hate him enough for the both of us." he takes a sip of his drink, watching you for a moment. "so don't worry."

you think that seungkwan might be one of your soulmates in life, your best friend until the end. the two of you turn to leave, already changing the topic to what store you want to check out in this mall (he's already promised he'll buy you something to cheer you up, and you've been eyeing this cute ghibli blanket for a while now)... only for you to run straight into someone who isn't watching where he's going. iced coffee spills onto your shirt, forcing a gasp out of you as seungkwan immediately goes on the offensive.

"i'm sorry!" this stranger is saying, immediately taking the napkins he's carrying to try and wipe away as much of the mess. he's babbling out apologies for a solid minute before he looks up, his eyes meeting your own as he stops for a moment.

... fuck. he's cute. he smiles a little at you for a moment, cheeks still flushed. you can hear seungkwan's slightly-annoyed sigh behind you, and he reaches forward, plucking the empty cup from his hands as he goes to dispose of it.

"i'm lee. chan! chan. i'm--i'm lee chan." he's flustered as he steps back. "sorry. i... i can pay for dry cleaning? or... whatever you want, i--"

you agree to it easily enough. he gives you his number and tells you just to let him know how much, and he'll take care of it for you before he apologizes once more and races off to meet back up with his friends. they're already teasing him as they disappear into another part of the mall. seungkwan just slaps more napkins against your chest, snapping you back to reality.

"if he breaks your heart," he says, "i'll hate him for you, too."

as much as you want to say you weren't thinking about that, you can't. you just stammer out a flustered "i--seungkwan, i didn't even--"

"i know that look," he says pointedly, following your gaze for a moment as though he can still see this chan guy. "make him take you somewhere nice."

... maybe you will.

[chaosduckies]

When you had a bad day and want to ask your boyfriend for cuddles

[djarindroid]

The Morning After

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: A soft morning after yours and Daryl's first night together. (I wasn't specific with what era this was set in, but I was picturing early Alexandria)

Warnings:  hints at sex but nothing explicit

Word Count: 941

You awoke slowly, the morning light barely peeking through a crack in your curtains. The warmth surrounding you made you want to nuzzle further into your bed and sleep the day away. Though as your mind began to slowly wake, you began to remember the events of last night. 

How you and Daryl had fallen into your bed wrapped in each other's arms. How tenderly he’d kissed you as you both removed the other's clothes. How you felt the rest of the world slip away, the only thing that had mattered was you and Daryl. 

It dawned on you that the soft warmth surrounding you was because you were still tangled in Daryl’s arms, laying on top of him with your head resting on his chest. A quiet stillness filled the room, as the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath you created a soothing rhythm lulling you into a sense of calm. 

You began to drift peacefully back to sleep, moving yourself to curl further into Daryl’s body. As you shifted your body your eyes shot open with the realisation of just how much of your weight was draped across Daryl. You didn’t want to disturb him, but you also didn’t want him to be uncomfortable beneath you. Slowly and carefully you began to try and move to his side without waking him, though the second you shifted, his arms tightened slightly around you. 

‘Stay,’ he mumbled quietly, causing his chest to rumble beneath your cheek. You glanced up at him, his eyes had remained closed and if you hadn’t heard him just speak you’d think he was still in a deep sleep.

‘I’m staying, just moving off you,’ you tried to explain as you once again began to move your body. Only for Daryl to wrap his strong arms tighter around you, keeping you in place flush against him.

‘Quit moving, ‘s comfy,’ he grumbled. 

‘Daryl let me off, I’m crushing you,’ you laughed lightly as you pushed at his chest. Half attempting to get off of him, though your resolve was slowly fading. 

‘Ya ain’t crushing me, besides there’d be worse ways to die,’ he joked back as he opened one eye to peer down at you. A smirk spread across his face as he watched you give in and settle back on him. Daryl’s half opened-eye watched as your fingers traced a light path across his chest.

You took a moment to glance up at him, his eye closed once again. This was probably the most calm you’d ever seen him, with slight indents left across his cheek from the way he had laid on the pillow. You admired the way his soft hair surrounded his head, with a few strands cascading over his eyes. 

Without a second thought you tenderly reached up to sweep the fallen strands of hair away from his face. The sensation of your hand softly brushing his cheek caused him to hum contentedly and lean into your warm palm.

‘How’d ya sleep?’ He murmured, voice still raspy with sleep, you couldn’t help but smile at the sound. 

‘Really good,’ you answered truthfully. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d woken up and actually felt rested. ‘You?’ 

‘Good. Better,’ he huffed out, wearing a subtle grin on his face. He found it soothing having you here in his arms, feeling truly content for the first time. 

‘Better?’ You questioned, confusion flickering across your eyes at his wording. You tilted your head to observe his face, hoping you’d be able to read what he was thinking. 

‘Mmhmm,’ he nodded, as he finally opened both eyes to look down at you. ‘Got to wake up with you in ma arms,’ he stated so confidently you couldn’t help but blush. You tried to look away, attempting to hide your face in his chest, only for him to cup your cheek, keeping your eyes on his. ‘Wish I could wake up like this every day,’ he admitted in a whisper whilst he slowly leaned down. 

His lips met yours gently. There was no urgency behind his actions, he was kissing you simply because he wanted to. You reciprocated, smiling into the kiss. You couldn’t quite believe how lucky you were right now. Daryl Dixon was here in your bed, kissing you and telling you everything you’d dreamed of hearing. It was such a perfect moment.

Daryl’s words echoed around your head as you continued the languid kiss. Waking up to this everyday sounded like something you could definitely get used to. He pulled away slightly. His hand began absent mindlessly tracing patterns across your bare skin as he asked, ‘ya got anywhere to be today?’ 

You shook your head no as you gazed into his eyes. ‘Do you?’ You asked, silently hoping he didn’t, wanting to drag this perfect moment out for as long as you could. 

‘Nah,’ he replied as he fully rested back onto your pillow, pulling you closer in his embrace once again. You sighed contentedly, your body instantly settling against his once again. The room fell into a comfortable silence once more, broken only by the sound of bird songs from outside. 

Daryl continued to lazily draw patterns across your skin, causing you to feel a gentle pull towards the arms of sleep. You allowed your eyes to flutter closed, the rhythmic beat of Daryl’s heart beneath your ear created a lullaby. Clearly Daryl shared your desire for more rest and whispered in a drowsy voice ‘let’s jus’ stay here a while.’ Succumbing to his suggestion you quietly slipped back to sleep, with the promise of waking up to a loving embrace.

[roxirinart]

Initiate

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

it's like my mom said, the problem is that I'm trying to have my cake and eat it too. I'm trying to figure out what level of angst I can write without it being sexually arousing (because apparently, someone being miserably sick and needing to be cared for is sexual to me) when really, I just need to stop. full stop. no more drama, no more hard-hitting emotions, no more hurt/comfort. and I have always hated writing fluff, so I think maybe this needs to be the end of me being a writer. because I don't want to become a porn addict, but that's what angst and drama are to my body for some reason.

[kittlesandbugs]

FHR Prompt: Between the lines Pairing: Chargestep (lil Chargentstep) Warnings: None, mostly fluffy post-sex cuddles Word Count: ~650 Prompt: Prompt to write a gesture, a specific instance, a moment of tenderness, of softness, of emotional depth, of vulnerability. The warm fingertip trails across your skin, and you shiver slightly. You'd blame the cooling sweat across your back if he commented on it, but he doesn't do more than let out a little thoughtful hum. There's a deliberate path to his meandering that you recognize in the unusual pivots and hard turns. He's tracing your skin between your tattoos like it's a maze. 

You shift a little in his lap, drawing your face out of the hollow of his collarbone where you'd buried it as he took you apart. Craning your neck a little to peek up at him, and of course, he's already looking for your reaction. 

“Does that bother you?” he asks, finger stilling over one of the scars on the back of your shoulder that carves through the lines. 

After mulling it over for a moment, you shake your head, humming a negative as you press your lips to the steady pulse in his neck. 

“Only if it bothers you that you've been wetting your dick in a robot,” you tease, getting a very satisfying choked noise in response. 

“It's not my fault the sexiest robot in Los Diablos came onto me," he snarks back once he recovers, finger resuming its wandering through the delicate lines. His other hand on your hip gives you a tender squeeze as you scoff. “She's very difficult to say no to.”

You smirk as your own fingers roam around the ports at the base of his neck, following along his spine. The movie you'd been invited over to watch plays forgotten on the TV behind you, a subtle buzz as pleasant as his skull. At this point, it's a pretext when it's just the two of you.  Seven years is a long time to make up for. More if you’re honest, but he really doesn’t need that much encouragement. Now that he knows what you really are, you rarely turn down his advances. He's never turned down yours. And it's not your fault movies are so flat and boring compared to the telepathic depths you perceive reality in, anyway. 

“At least now I know I don't have to worry about Hollow Ground showing up on my doorstep with a shotgun," he chuckles and presses his lips to the top of your head. 

Your lips curl against his neck. It’s funny, but not in the way he thinks. 

And he doesn't need to know she's already working with your alter ego. Just like he doesn't need to know about your alter ego at all. Despite Argent's insistence to the contrary. If she's allowed her terrible secrets, you're allowed yours.

“Not her, no," you agree. Hollow Ground is no threat to you at all. The opposite, really. “Just…” 

You trail off, not wanting to entertain that thought. There is so much more on the line now. Freedoms that you no longer take for granted. People too, you can admit that in the sanctity of your own skull. It’s really only a matter of time before your luck runs out again and they find you. And they’ll do anything to tear you away and get you back in their cage. You don't realize your arms have tightened around him until his reciprocate. 

“Hey,” he murmurs, turning your face so he can look you in the eye with a sincerity in his deep brown eyes that makes your guts twist. “No one's taking you away ever again, okay? We won't let them. I promise.”

It would be so nice to let yourself believe he and Argent really could keep you safe. But they have no idea what they're really up against. Not like you do. The Farm would kill to have them in their possession too. 

“Don’t make promises you can't keep, idiot,” you mutter, tucking your face back into his shoulder. 

He huffs a laugh against your hair, the barb unable to pierce his unending confidence. “Don't underestimate us, idiot.”

[ronsenburg]

bsky liked this WIP Wednesday excerpt, so I’ll post it here too 🩷

[toomanyf4ndoms7]

The thing about WFA is that it's an AU of good things. Fluff is (Mostly, we do get references to the less fluffy stuff) the name of the game, it's meant to be a detour. Maybe too fanonised, maybe too clean, but it's meant to be like popcorn or fairy floss, something to breathe in relief, enjoy, laugh a bit.

If DC comics mainline takes from fanon, WFA loses the main draw, which is the contrast between what many people see as the main comics.

[strogoff-era]

Some thoughts about a selkie au. This turned out way longer than i thought so i put most of it under a read more

- in this au most selkies turn into seals, but some of them turn into other scottish/northern animals such as bears or wolves/dogs

- selkies are quite common in Scotland and in England, but very rare in the Arctic. Actually, Silna and her dad are the only ones in their community, and that's why they are responsable of Tuunbaq

- it surprises her a lot when she gets on the boats and she gets curious about the other selkies. That's how she becomes closer to Goodsir, who is also a selkie

- they have a very awkward moment the first time they see each other in their animal form since he's a seal and she's a polar bear (natural predator to the seal).......... oops

- there arent many selkies on Erebus compared to Terror, which is actually good because Sir John is really good at being condescending to selkies (a thing sadly common in the English high society)

- Gore is the only selkie in the Erebus wardroom and takes the blunt of it. He is a husky selkie and Sir John always treats him like a dog, even when he is in his human form

- at one dinner Sir John gives the leftovers bones from his plate to Gore bc "you're a dog, you must like that, right ? :)". Gore is so upset that he has to leave before the end of the meal unless he litteraly stabs his boss

- Fitzjames is half-selkie but hides it as best as he can. He fears that Sir John will loose all the respect he has for him if he finds out

- that's why he doesn't take Gore's side in these situation. Gore resents him a lot for that

- eventually Dundy starts to understand the dynamic and he tries to make up for Sir John's shitty behavior

- aboard Terror, selkies have it a bit better. Crozier is friend with a lot of seal selkies (JCR, Blanky, Jopson) so he's normal about them at least

- in this au the whole "stealing a selkie's pelt to marry them" is more a tradition than actual magic

- Jopson tries really hard to "forget" his pelt in Crozier's cabin but the bastard keeps returning it to him.......

- Hickey is a human and knows little to nothing about selkies. Everyone quickly realize that and start lying to him about them

- this leads to him stealing Goodsir's pelt to get it to him. Goodsir is just like "bro... you can't use this just give it back for fuck's sake..."

- all the Marines are human, except Tozer who is a dog selkie. Lots of fights happen to know who gets to pet the Sergent when he is in a doggie mood

- George is human but was raised by selkies. That left him with a deep inability to connect with people and a skewed view on genders (since selkies have a different system from humans)

- but that makes him very popular with the men, especially with the selkies who are very glad to see a human understand their customs :D

I have many more ideas but idk how to explain them. Feel free to play around this AU or send me asks about it ! It is a playground and we are all allowed to play in it together

[yingren]

i’m delirious and half asleep but i’ve been thinking about crushes and that initial state of liking someone and how fucking hilariously awful it is when in the denial stage. a million emotions and only one idiot to deal with them. a guy so sickeningly stupid like. i’m so normal. i’m not at all climbing the walls. i’m not pacing the kitchen at 3am. i’m not thinking about them when i see two clouds next to each other. i’m not insane. my dead friend’s electro vision is not activating. i’m normal and i don’t know what you’re talking about

[starlos-soulmate]

Platonic starlo and ceroba for the win!

Im sleep deprived

PLATONIC STARLO AND CEROBA YEAAAHHHH!!!!!!

they intrigue me so much more as friends. They mean so much more to me as friends. Heck, Starlo did so much for Ceroba, AS A FRIEND.

im trying so hard not to spill why i dislike and think Starlo and Ceroba wont work as a couple cuz there's a looot. But they're SUCH GOOD FRIENDS LIKE. HOLY CRAP. Even after his heartbreak and getting over it, he still wanted to make Ceroba smile. Ceroba cherished her childhood memories with Starlo. they also play off each other so well.

oH yeah they also hate you if you kill their friend. Ceroba rushing you in Geno and Starlo saying youre lower than dirt in Flawed Pacifist. Like its just. Their friendship is everything to me

like i can see why them romantically together is so popular. I can see the ship and understand it. But 1. its everywhere (i'm gonna have to make some platonic stuff of these two myself arent i?) and 2. its so freaking complex and these two would. probably not work out together. imo. just. gosh these two-

[beanghostprincess]

sanji having the most obvious crush on usopp because his nose won't stop bleeding whenever he sees him being hot and the smoke of his cigarettes literally turns into hearts all the time... but usopp always, always thinks it's because of nami or robin because he's always with them and he just assumes sanji doesn't like him back. and if it happens when they aren't around he just thinks "oh, well, sanji might be thinking about the girls again instead of me".

and meanwhile, sanji is having the hardest time of his life trying to hide that he's head over heels for the sniper. he's sure usopp knows because he would have to be extremely dumb to not realize, and sanji knows that the guy he's in love with is pretty fucking smart, so...

but he forgets that usopp is also pretty fucking stupid. a little detail he ignored.

because one day, usopp is so frustrated and tired of sanji acting like that around him that he confronts him about it. "hey, dude, i know you're like- like this with nami and robin and that's fine because that's just who you are. but could you not do that every time i'm around? it's getting, uh, suffocating?"

and sanji does not understand what he means. "what, like- like what?"

"like this! the way you're drooling over them all the time. the yelling. the bleeding. the smoke thing that- how- how the fuck do you do that anyway?"

"happens naturally. i think my heart is connected to my lungs or some shit at this point."

"oh, okay. cool, just- just don't do that in front of me? because- well, not cool. especially whenever we're alone. if you're not interested in what i have to say, i get it, i'm not a pretty girl like them or- whatever. but i feel a bit left out whenever you keep thinking about them while we speak and-" the sniper refuses to look at him, wanting to the get out of the kitchen as quickly as he can. he notices he's about to cry. "sometimes you just don't notice what's in front of you and it frustrates the fuck out of me, sanji, so- just don't do that anymore. got it?"

sanji can only nod before usopp turns around and goes away.

perhaps usopp is stupid after all, because he's the one that won't see what's in front of him.

[xiaokuer-schmetterling]

here's an idea for a get-to-know you tag game!

q: what's your ~silly favorite~ movie and/or show that makes you just. uncomplicatedly happy. to watch or listen to?

by silly favorite movie-- i don't mean a silly movie necessarily. i mean a show that you feel silly for admitting to liking out loud -- i am cancelling cringe culture! today we are unabashedly loving the things that spark joy !!!

also. to clarify. this is not a blorbos post! this is not asking what your all time favorite shows are and why etc. lol if we're moots already i probs have some idea. this post is specifically asking: which shows do you watch in secret, or with trusted besties only, bc you love them but you think people would roast you for admitting to actually enjoying omg really ?

i think i will tag ten ppl. no pressure tags! and anyone interested is invited to reblog and answer the question. or start a fresh post as you prefer!

@maelstrom-of-emotions ... @severeddata. .. @bibookdemon... @hangmanbradshaw ... @girlwarlock ... @geck-motj ... @monsterbaity ... @ra1nbowsk1ttle . . . @gh0st-0f-luke ... @travelingneuritis ... @gaywatch ... @ferntasie

-> here's mine! which i am attempting to refuse to be embarrassed about admitting to in the open ^_^;

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love 020--2016 movie (1hr 43min)

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love 020 -- 2016 drama, 30 eps (about 45 mins each)

Xiao Nai is a gaming expert who, courtesy of his basketball skills, academic excellence, swimming talent, and game company presidency, also happens to be the most popular student on campus. When he first comes across the gorgeous computer science major Bei Wei Wei, the infinitely talented wunderkind immediately falls in love. But it’s not Wei Wei’s looks that he notices; it’s the ridiculous mastery with which she is commanding her guild and owning everyone in an online multiplayer game that makes her impossible to forget.

Now, Xiao Nai must use his skills both in real life and online to capture the adorable but dorky Wei Wei’s heart. But does their love have the XP to succeed, or will this relationship never level up? (Source: MyDramaList) ~~ Adapted from the web novel "A Slight Smile Is Very Charming" (微微一笑很倾城) by Gu Man (顾漫).

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previous ~silly favorite~ movies

in no particular order. (i might come back and arrange them in chronological release date order bc it's bugging me lol but i gotta go do irl stuff)

the princess bride

speed

the replacements

die hard

ladyhawke

she's all that

sydney white

a cinderella story

lockout

george of the jungle

twilight [nobody look at me lol i am being very brave to admit this. i have a twilight themed tattoo that i got when i was like. very early twenties]

the fifth element

persuasion (bbc 2007)

the martian

broken arrow

wing commander

the mummy (1999)

R.E.D.

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previous ~silly favorite~ shows

in plain sight

tora dora

john mulaney: kid gorgeous at radio city

pretear

the king: eternal monarch

my happy marriage

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[tojiscrack]

HIIIIII! First of all I obviously want to thank you for being so smart and creative because liar liar is really juste THAT good!

Idk if you're into k-dramas but i just finished the first episode of family by choice and I couldn't help but think about how much it fits with the dynamic between megumi and y/n and I just love it !! It really felt like i was watching the live version of liar liar !!

liar, liar masterlist here:

HELLOOOO!!! before i say anything, i just have to apologise for the dry response here, i'm on my laptop so i can't use emojis :(

but anyway! first and foremost, i'm like giggling in my bed rn like being called smart and creative is just soooo <3333 ugh, you're welcome?? TY FOR BEING SO NICE AND STARTING OFF UR MESSAGE WITH COMPLIMENTS LIKE <333333333 i'm happy you're liking the story so far!

i am into k-dramas :D i've watched a fair few (weightlifting fairy kim bok joo, squid game, true beauty, angel's last mission: love, lawless lawyer, all of us are dead, etc) but i kinda stopped for a while, idk why? like not on purpose, but i just forgot to continue going through my list hahahaa

FUNNILY ENOUGH, family by choice just so happens to be on my list and i haven't touched it. i heard it ended recently too and i've seen a shit ton of edits on tiktok about it, ppl seemed to have REALLY enjoyed it so it must be THAT good.

but now that you compare it to megumi and y/n... i might just watch it some time soon? i wanna see what dynamics and how the setting might just seem like a live action of liar, liar, as you say...

you've just given me a recommendation i'll actually end up checking out!