#they could have kept the actor he looks really good in the suit and his voice is next level but my godd the script was so unkind to him

[dirt-str1der]

They did shimano so fucking dirty in the stageplay 😭😭😭 hes supposed to be the scariest guy in the room but he looks like mini me

[dizscreams]

jack champion x reader in behind the scenes of avatar where they're always seen asleep on each others shoulders?

THIS IS SO CUTE AAA

Good Days — Jack Champion ★

PAIRING: Jack Champion X gn!reader

SUMMARY: in Jamie’s little YouTube documentary he took of behind the scenes for Avatar you and Jack are always asleep on each others shoulders.

A/N: im going through my requests and doing my best to zoom through them also trying to get inspo for the new Jack fic 😛🫶 Hope you enjoy, my loves! ALSO THIS WILL BE TOTALLY INACCURATE idk what actors do when they aren’t filming I tried watching interviews to get info but they gave me nothing so this is the best I can do </3

this reminded me of good days by SZA 🥹

Since Avatar 2 came out in December a few behind the scenes clips have been released. The most popular one being Jamie’s documentary he made on YouTube. It was so cute it brought you to tears the first time you saw it, all the happy memories of filming overwhelmed you in the best way possible.

Before watching it you didn’t realize how you and Jack were almost always around each other. Specifically you guys were always asleep on each other. Your smile got even brighter as you watched a clip of you and Jack when you were younger resting before you guys had to film. You were both sitting in your trailer and still had the dots on your face and the performance capture suits on and your hair was still up. You could hear Jamie and Bailey laughing in the background as the went into they trailer and filmed you both.

Jamie and Bailey walked in the trailer, camera in hand, “Y/N can i get an interview with-“ he cut himself off when he saw you and Jack asleep. You were sitting on the small couch with your head on his shoulder. Bailey awwed at the two of you while Jamie boo’d and that made Bailey nudge him before they both walked out, playfully bickering with each other.

You kept watching the video and the second time you saw you and Jack asleep was in the car. It was taken at least a year later. The younger cast decided to go to the beach for a break and you two were asleep in the car. This time he had fallen asleep against you. Jamie was filming Trinity talking and she pointed out you and Jack.

“Look they’re asleep!”, she whisper yelled. “Oh, when are they not?” Jamie responded before turning the camera to you both. You were against the window and Jacks head was on yours, because of the height difference. “They look so peaceful.” Bailey quietly laughed before Trinity got bored and bugged her to play something with her.

You grinned as you watched different clips of you and your cast mates. Premieres, hang outs, dinners, little interviews. You were really glad Jamie put this together. There was a clip of Jack giving you a piggy back ride while Trinity chased you two around. You listened to what Bailey, Filip, and Jamie had to say about the whole process while clips of you and your cast mates having fun played in the background.

Near the end of the video there was a third clip of you and Jack asleep. You truly didn’t know that it was a thing between the two of you before watching this video, but it was special. In the third clip it was when you guys were a little older, at least 15-16 and you were in a hotel lobby. Bailey had the camera this time.

The camera was pointed at the two of you, “And here we have the two lovebirds!” She then pointed it back to herself. “I wonder how many shots Jamie has taken of them asleep. How many do you think, Trinity?” Bailey pointed the camera towards Trinity, who was next to her. She put her finger on her chin, pretending to think. “At least 10.” “10? I think it might be a few more but I’m not sure how many he’ll use.” Bailey flipped it to you both again while her and Trinity made bets. Your head was on his shoulder and your hands were intertwined.

The video ended and you closed your computer and smiled to yourself as you looked to see Jack asleep next to you.

THIS IS SO ADORABLE AND NOT PROOF READ!!

tags: @ashlesys-blog @dizzyscreams @beary-rambles @ang3lik

[the-travelling-witch]

𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍

summary: opening up about your insecurities is a daunting thing, but suna lets you know you’re in good hands

pairing: suna rintarou x afab! reader

warnings:  smut/ comfort, minors dni; skin-related insecurities (acne, scars, bumps, etc) with comfort, unprotected sex (use condoms, don’t get a kid or a std), pet names (doll, pretty), marking, very wholesome spice if you can say that jsjsh, also very self indulgent; i wanted to name it ‘under my skin’ first, so now i have mirotic stuck in my head

happy birthday, rin!! ♡

haikyuu masterlist

Flickering colours illuminated your dimly lit living room in arrhythmic sequences, the voices of actors paired with underlying music bouncing around the apartment. Next to you, snuggled up under a cosy blanket with you, was your boyfriend, his eyes fixed on the TV but keeping you close to his side with an arm curled around your middle. 

Leaning against his sturdy body, you sunk further into the hoodie you had stolen from his side of the closet earlier and you inhaled a noseful of the scent clinging to it, a familiar mixture of Suna’s body wash and cologne. Underneath you, you could feel his muscles flex and relax with every breath and every laugh and, inevitably, your mind drifted from the scenes on the screen to the man next to you.

There was no doubt about it, when it came to boyfriends, you somehow managed to snatch up the price catch all for yourself. Suna was attentive, caring and funny; he always checked in on you, brought food when he knew you hadn’t eaten, sent you photos, voice messages and even flowers when he was away for work and generally pestered you to take care of yourself. 

Besides all of that, he was also, of course, ridiculously beautiful. Be it his well-built body showing through every outfit he wore, whether it was loungewear, work out clothes or a suit, or the defined features of his face, the sharp slant of his olive eyes only being the highlight, he was sure to garner attention. And he did. Quite a lot, actually. The fantaken videos of him sighted on the streets or the edits you scrolled past on your timeline definitely proved your point.

Still, Rin never made you feel unwanted, the opposite, really. You could be lazing around on the couch when Rin made it seem as if you were posing for the cover of Vogue, bending down to shower you in kisses as his hands wandered like he had no control over them. Or the way he’d sidle up behind you, leaning his weight onto you like an overgrown cat just to show you dumb videos while you go about what you were doing.

Your own mind, however, was not always as kind to you as your boyfriend.

Case and point, as you looked up at him and studied his sharp jaw and smooth skin, your thoughts started heading to a darker place, one you normally kept under tight lock and seal. Certainly, no matter how genuine his compliments were, there was no way he actually meant any of them, only trying to make you feel better about yourself. After all, what would someone like him see in someone like you? 

A tap to the tip of your nose pulled you back into reality, blinking to see bright green eyes sparkling down at you. The arm around your waist adjusted its grip, allowing you to turn towards him better but holding you close again the second you had settled.

“What are you thinking about? The film’s not that deep of a thinkpiece.” The lighthearted tone and tiny smirk playing around his lips were contrasted by the inquisitive raise of a brow, letting you know he was quite serious about your answer. “And it’d better not be anything stupid.”

“Oh you know,” you vaguely gestured towards the screen as you avoided his gaze, “there’s just no way they could’ve made it out of that building before the bomb went up. That was so much longer than 30 seconds.”

There was a soft touch against your cheek where calloused fingertips tilted your head back towards him, not forcibly but determined. You were more starkly made aware of the heat radiating from his body as he leant further into you, the arm around your back giving you no chance to wind yourself out of his proximity. Under other circumstances there would absolutely be no way you’d want to in the first place. But you knew Rin was sharp enough to deduce exactly where your mind had gone if you gave him only the faintest of clues and you really didn’t want to disrupt your movie night with your insecurities.

“Very cute, doll, but you never pay attention to realism. Besides,” the ends of his hair tickled your face as his lips ghosted the shell of your ear, “do you really think I didn’t notice you burning holes into the side of my head? If there’s something you want, you only need to ask.”

“That’s what you got from that, Rin?” You laughed, pushing his head from the crook of your neck with the pad of your forefinger. “Could it be that you're projecting your own thoughts onto me?”

“What else could I be thinking about when someone this pretty has been clinging to my side the entire evening?” Your boyfriend hummed the question thoughtfully before your centre of gravity shifted. A surprised gasp later, you found yourself in his lap with your knees bracketing his hips, courtesy of the muscles flexing against the small of your back where he kept you pinned to his front. “You can’t blame a guy for getting ideas when you’re this cute.”

“You’re such a horndog, Rin,” you giggled, melting into his hold as his large palms smoothed out the material of his sweats covering your thighs, the repetitive motion relaxing as you lost yourself in each other’s eyes, despite having done so a million times before.

“It’s all your fault, doll,” Suna murmured and your gaze automatically tracked the movement of his mouth as it formed the words. Inspired by you, he mirrored the action and then his lips were on yours.

The kiss was slow and unhurried, your lips moving languidly against each other, giving you all the time in the world to bury your fingers in the hair of his nape. The swipe of his tongue asking for entry was accompanied by firm hands grabbing at your hips and pulling you so flush against him, it was like he wanted to become one entity altogether. You happily parted your lips for him so your tongues could tangle together in the same rhythm of his arms moving you to grind down on him.

When his warm hands explored the bare skin under his hoodie, however, it was like someone had sounded the alarm bells in your head. Sure, you’d been intimate with Suna plenty of times, that was nothing new, but so far, you’d avoided any positions where your back would be on display or his hands could roam too freely across it. Up until this point, you’d put up excuse after excuse and the brunet had respected your wishes but slowly you were running out of fronts to put up without addressing the real issue.

Over time, you’d gotten used to Suna seeing your face with all blemishes and impurities on display, more out of necessity than free will in the beginning. You couldn’t hide your face from him forever after all. In typical Rin fashion, he’d been so gentle and reassuring about it, thanking you for putting your trust in him and nearly making you cry in the process. 

Your back, however, was an area you could cover up way easier and that was how you kept it. The thought of him seeing the redness and scars littering the expanse of the skin there, running his hands over it and feeling the bumpy texture where other people’s would be smooth, it made you shrink in on yourself. As you wrecked your brain for a new excuse and got ready to push his hands down to your hips again, he withdrew them from the hoodie himself, making the garment feel much too big on you as he took his warmth with him.

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you for a while now,” Suna began, his voice calm as one hand settled back against your hip and the other cradled your cheek. Your fidgeting must have conveyed your discomfort, because he started drawing tiny circles onto your cheek bone, the callouses from years of playing volleyball contrasting the softness of his touch, making you subconsciously lean into the movement. “I didn’t know how to bring it up but at this point I feel like I need to know… Is there a reason you’re so reluctant to show me your back? And don’t say you don’t know what I’m talking about, I know you better than that.”

“Ah, so you noticed,” you meekly replied, swallowing hard around the words stuck in your throat. “What gave it away?”

“You’re not the best at lying to me, you know. It was pretty obvious you were making excuses for something else.” You felt like a cartoon character getting hit with an arrow through the stomach. “I just want to understand what’s putting you so on edge, so I can fix it. Whatever it is, you can tell me and I’ll work hard so you can trust me. But I won’t know what I did if you won’t tell me.”

“What you did?” You echoed incredibly. “Rin, you’ve done nothing wrong, more like the opposite, honestly. You’re like the guy out of anybody’s dreams, of course I trust you.”

“Then what is it? I don’t want to pressure you but I hate to see you uncomfortable,” Suna’s voice was soothing like a fireplace in winter as his finger smoothed out the furrow of your brows, silently telling you to take all the time you needed, he wouldn’t judge.

“It’s just– My back it’s so ugly,” you weakly admitted, opting to hide your face in the crook of his neck when holding eye contact became too painful. For a split second, Suna went as rigid as you had earlier before gingerly setting his hand down on the top of your back and running it lightly up and down to test your reaction. “Everyone has this perfect, smooth skin but mine is full of scarring and blemishes and I… I don’t want you to see how hideous I– it is.”

“Oh baby, that’s not true,” he soothed. “You are so stunning, I could never think you’re ugly.”

“No, you would,” you disagreed, shaking your head. “I already don’t know how you can say that with so much confidence, I don’t want to ultimately prove you wrong.”“So instead you just made the decision for me?” Ah, his signature deadpan response.

“Huh?”

“You are so convinced of your own perception you won’t even entertain the thought I could see something else entirely. I’m a lot of things but not a liar, doll. When I tell you you’re beautiful, I mean it.” To show he wasn’t taking offence at your words, he tapped the tip of your nose again when you emerged from your hiding spot to peer up at him. Bouncing you in his lap as if to jostle the negative thoughts from the forefront of your mind, mischief gleamed in his eyes. “Do you really think I’d put myself into this position just to make someone feel better? Usually, I only try to fuck unbelievably attractive people on my couch.”

“Oh my god, Rin! You’re such an idiot!” You were well aware your boyfriend had the tendency to be shamelessly blunt and it still made you smack your palms against his chest, though your shoulders did feel lighter at his very characteristic way of encouraging you. “Also we bought this couch together, so it’s mine as much as it’s yours.”

“The point still stands,” he nonchalantly answered, trailing one finger down the dip of your neck as his half-lidded eyes tracked its path before finding yours again. You knew that look well and it made your earlier arousal flare up again. “You’ll give me a chance to prove you wrong, won’t you, pretty? I promise you won’t regret it.”

You hesitated for a moment before mustering up all your courage. Suna had never betrayed the trust you placed in him and he’d not given you any reason to doubt him this time either. “Alright, fine.”

“Thank you.” You could feel his smile against your temple when he leaned forward to place a small peck there. “Hmm now where were we? Oh, that’s right.”

Long fingers splayed over the back of your head to tilt your head up so he could reconnect your lips once more. Just like before, the kiss started off slow and built in intensity until you were gasping for breath, a thread of a saliva connecting you until it broke from the rocking of your hips. Having foregone a bra that night, your nipples rubbed against the soft lining of the sweater, perking up from the friction.

This time, when his hands snuck under your clothes, you didn’t move to stop him, instead letting the warmth of his palms spread across your back. Slowly but steadily his touch rose higher, his fingertips nearly massaging the skin with the light pressure he was exerting. At the same time, his mouth moved south as if he wanted to meet his hands in the middle, trailing a hot path of kisses from the corner of your mouth to your jaw to just below your ear.

“The calluses of my hands, do they bother you?” A little disoriented by the low timbre of his voice and confused by the sudden question, you quickly made it known you liked them quite a lot, to which he chuckled. “See, at first, I was really insecure about it. Such rough hands handling something so precious, that didn’t seem right. But I learnt pretty quickly I was fussing about nothing, considering how you seem to love holding my hands or cumming all over my fingers.”

“That’s not a fair comparison,” you nearly whined, both at his choice of example and the way he bucked his hips up into yours. Your face felt as if it was set ablaze as his hands roamed and kneaded whatever part of skin they could find and your hips kept up a steady rhythm. “You have such nice hands, Rin.”“Something you made me aware of,” he smiled. When his lips reached the point where the collar of the hoodie wouldn't allow him to go any further, his hot breath fanned the expanse of your throat and his fingers played with the hem of his piece of clothing. “Let me do the same for you, yeah? Are you comfortable with taking this off?”

“Yeah,” you quietly affirmed, nodding your head at his request. With his help, the soft material slipped over your head and arms before being tossed somewhere next to the two of you and you fought hard to return your hands to his shoulders in lieu of covering up your bare body. 

“Shit, I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing these,” Suna groaned, cupping your breasts with appreciative hands, forefingers and thumbs immediately working on rolling your pert nipples between them as the other digits fondled the surrounding area. “Look how perfect these look in my hands, like they were made to be held by me.”

A soft sigh of his name escaped you as you tilted your head back at the sensation of his warm hands contrasting with the temperature of the living room. It drew his attention back to the exposed column of your neck, focusing on the task of sucking a pulsing bruise against the spot that he knew made you weak. 

However, what you didn’t expect was him reaching around you to ghost his finger up the length of your spine, sending electricity right through you. Combined, the actions effortlessly pulled a gasp from you as you arched your back against his chest, which resulted in you pressing down hard against his bulge. His groan reverberated against your chest, a beautiful and husky sound which made you crave to hear more.

“Did that feel good? I bet it did,” Suna whispered against your feverish skin, fingers splaying out in the dip oy your back to keep you steady. “I can make you feel so much better, you know that. Just say the word.”

By now, your panties were probably soaked through as your clit pulsed with need, hips rocking in search for more friction but not getting enough to satisfy that itch inside of you. With how your heart was hammering against your ribcage, you could’ve bet Rin was able to feel it too, even through the material of his shirt. Balling the material in your fists you whimpered, “Rin, I need more, please.”

He grinned against your shoulder, pressing your chest tighter against his and grabbing the fat of your thigh with his free hand. Without any strain, he flipped you over so your back hit the couch cushions and he towered over your form, your legs still spread around his waist.

Running his hands down and back up the length of your legs, squeezing your thighs and calves appreciatively, his touch made goosebumps spread all across your body, no matter how seating it was on you. When his fingers reached the waistband of your sweatpants, playing with it as he leaned into your space, his heavy gaze met yours once more.

“Can I take these off?” No matter how clear it was you wanted this too, Suna would always ask. This night too, you willingly lay yourself in his hands as you lifted your hips to help him shimmy your pants off you, tossing them in the vague direction of the hoodie without taking his eyes off of you. He especially didn’t want to miss the string of slick sticking to your panties as they followed suit.

Drinking in the sight of your nude form, he traced a reverent finger over the seam where your legs met your hips, purposefully applying only a hint of pressure, knowing the featherlight touch was driving you positively insane. Slowly circling further in, he then caressed your outer lips covered in soft pubes, collecting your arousal with an experimental stroke over your slit but intentionally missing where you wanted him most.

“Rin, don’t tease,” you whined, squirming against the couch cushions.

“Sorry, doll, but you just look so pretty like this,” he mused, bright eyes showing not a hint of remorse. “I just have to indulge a little.”

And indulge he did. When he finally grazed his thumb over your neglected clit, his touch seemed to scorch, which only served to fuel the desire inside of you and it inevitably coaxed a wanton moan from you. Incredibly adept at reading you and keen to hear more of your sweet noises, Suna easily slid his middle finger into your hole, that at this point had been clenching around nothing. With how wet you were, he was met with no resistance at all and soon complied with your pleas for more and added his ring finger to the first.

“Shit, baby, you’re clinging to my fingers,” Suna voiced his thoughts as he smoothed one hand down the length of your leg once more to grab your ankle. Keeping up the steady pumps of his hand, curling his digits right into the spot that had your leg spasming in his hold, he turned his head to kiss the joint in his hold. However, he didn’t stop there. 

As if your leg was a fuse and he was the fire, Suna leisurely crept his affections higher, over your calves and past your knees, until you really felt ready to explode. Dimpling the flesh under his fingertips, he tightened the hold on your thigh so he could suck a myriad of hickeys on its expanse, unbothered by your incessant writhing. 

His hot breath fanned your core as his plush lips mapped out the juncture of your leg, paying careful attention to the area littered with stretch marks and covering the cause of some of your insecurities with his own marks. Like he wanted to claim your body as his, not that of the doubts in your mind. When he was satisfied with the blotches of red forming on your skin, he finally pulled back to admire his work.

“Have I been neglecting you lately?” Suna whispered, almost drowned out by the squelches of your pussy as he scissored his fingers. Looking up at you over the length of your heated body, he replaced his thumb with his kiss-swollen lips, placing a sweet peck against your clit and teasing it with the tip of his tongue. “Don’t worry, I’ll make up for it. You should never feel like this about yourself.”

“It’s not your fault, Rin,” you breathily reassured him only to be shushed by idle fingers dancing across your lower stomach, then precisely pressing down where his other hand was crooking up into.

“What kind of boyfriend lets his baby feel anything less than gorgeous?” Snaking one arm around your arched back, his long fingers covered a large part of it and held you steady against his chest as the coils in your stomach wound tighter and your toes curled at his sides. “I wish I could show you what I see. But since I can’t, I’ll have to settle for conveying it like this.”

His thumb had taken up its former spot again, resumed drawing firm figure eights on your clit and your nipples rubbed against the front of his shirt where Suna curled over you to reach your lips with his. Under the influence of his messy kiss, you felt like you were set ablaze as your boyfriend encouraged you to let go for him.

Someone might as well have replaced your blood with molten lava as your orgasm washed over you with fiery intensity and sweat pearled on your temple. Your arms slung around his body as your hands searched for whatever they could grab to hold on, be it the muscles of his shoulder or his dishevelled dark locks. Your lungs were already burning with the need for air but if you stopped kissing him, stopped vocalising your pleasure right for him to swallow it up, you thought you might die.

Suna kept up his ministrations until you were trembling like a candle in the wind before he even considered pulling his fingers from you. With half lidded eyes you watched as he brought the digits up to his mouth, cleaning up your mess with slightly exaggerated lewdness and moaning at your taste.

As he sat back up, he kept you flush against him and returned you to the position that started this all. Only this time your heightened sensitivity made you hyper aware of his arousal underneath you. 

“How are you feeling, pretty?” Nosing the crook of your neck lovingly, Suna nibbled on your salty skin where your quickened pulse thrummed underneath. His strong hands massaged your sides as you caught your breath and willed your chest to stop heaving. “Do you want to keep going?”

“You can’t do all of that and then deny me this,” you laughed breathlessly as you rolled your hips into his prominent bulge which caused him to inhale sharply. On top of everything, your boyfriend was also fucking hung, something his sweats didn’t hide in the slightest. “But I need you to take this off first.”

“Your wish is my command,” he chuckled, shrugging the shirt over his head unceremoniously, his biceps and triceps flexing in the process. While he busied himself with untangling himself from his pants, you ran an appreciative hand over the firm planes of his abs and up his pectorals. “Like what you see?”

“You know I do,” you mused, pressing a kiss against his jaw. “Got so lucky with you.”

“Hey, that’s my line,” Suna smiled, letting his hands roam over every dip and curve of your body as he urged you to straddle him again. Wasting no time, you started rocking yourself over his length, gasping every time his head caught your clit while you covered him in your arousal. After starving himself of stimulation earlier to focus entirely on you, your boyfriend shuddered at the contact. “You already feel so good doll, how am I supposed to last like this?”

“It’s okay, I want you to feel good too, Rin,” you stated but your movement was promptly stopped by two heavy hands on your hips. There was a subtle flush decorating his complexion and your heart skipped a beat. Was he really this affected just because of you? “As tempting as that sounds, tonight is all about you. No room to argue.” There was a tender finality in his tone, one that made clear he really wouldn’t budge on the topic, so you relented and melted into his hold. “Are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

Yes, this wasn’t the first time you’d been intimate with Suna, but it still felt like it. Every time he sunk his cock into you the stretch had you tossing your head back. From the way his thick tip slowly breached the tight ring of muscle, to the pleasant friction of his veins sliding against your walls and the satisfying feeling of being stuffed full, you believed you’d never get used to it.

“You always take me so well,” Suna panted as he bottomed out, fingers flexing against the pudge of your ass as he willed himself to patience to let you adjust to his girth, no matter how heavenly your warm cunt felt enveloping him. 

“Fuck Rin, I need you to move. Please, I–” Your brows were furrowed and you supported yourself on his chest as you started circling your hips against his while his cock pressed against all your sensitive spots so nicely.

And who was he to deny you when you asked so sweetly? 

Starting with slow and deliberate thrusts, you both knew it wouldn’t stay that way for long. While Suna normally prided himself on patience, even his was running thin by now and soon after, the rhythmic slapping of your thighs on his echoed around your apartment as he effortlessly moved you up and down on him, each thrust seemingly deeper as the previous one.

Not able to keep yourself upright for much longer, you slumped against his equally sweat-slicked chest and surrendered yourself completely to his actions, opting instead to claw at his back every time a particularly well aimed stroke had you clench your eyes shut. It was the best kind of torture and if you were exposed to it for too long you might actually go mad.

With your head nestled in the crook of his neck it gave Suna the perfect view down your back, admiring the way it bowed so graciously against his broad body or how your ass bounced with each slap of his thighs. How you were able to see anything but your beauty was something he just couldn't get behind; not because he was without insecurities but because no part of you could ever be a flaw in his eyes. Not when it made you who you were.

His fingers fluttered over the curve of your spine again, eliciting a more visceral reaction as your body shuddered and you pressed yourself tighter against him, trying to evade his searing touch while simultaneously craving more of it. Your whole body felt like you were boiling from the inside out, every part his scorching hands touched sizzling with nerves.

The constant grind of his pelvis against your clit had your walls gripping his length like a vice, making it increasingly harder for your boyfriend to pull out, let alone hold his own release back for much longer. Dipping his head down with a groan, his lips connected with your shoulder as his fingers kneaded and fondled wherever he could reach. Perhaps by the time you woke up tomorrow you wouldn’t see the blemishes you agonised over but the imprint of his fingers on your waist or the love bites littering your shoulder.

“If you don’t like these marks, I guess it’s on me to cover them with my own,” he mumbled lowly, perhaps more to himself than to you. Either way, the deep rumble of his voice so close to your ear followed by the sound of him reattaching his lips where he had left off shot down your spine like a lightning bolt. “You’re close, aren’t you? C’mon, you can do it. Show me how beautiful you are when you cream on my cock.”

The effect Suna’s voice and words had over you should maybe concern you. But you didn’t care as you came for the second time this night with a cry of his name on your lips, weightless as your boyfriend rode out your orgasm while chasing his own. Just as you came down from the aftershock of pleasure, Suna pushed inside of you as far as he could and painted your insides white.

For a few minutes, neither of you said anything, content to stay lost in the feeling of the other as two sets of hands explored the shared silhouette of your bodies. Kisses were exchanged or randomly placed wherever you could reach, Suna caressed your sides and you swept sweaty bangs out of his eyes.

“So,” Rin broke the comfortable silence, “are you still hellbent on arguing with me on this?”

Picking up his hint of playfulness, you decided to lean into it. “Hmm I dunno, the jury’s still out.”

“I thought you might say something like this,” he chuckled, pinching your side between his eyes, resulting in you yelping in surprise and sending him a half-hearted glare which was only returned in mischief. “Good thing I already planned to bend you over the back of the couch and paint your back. Bet you’d look lovely, even if you can’t get any more gorgeous than you already are. Same place and time tomorrow work for you?”

“You’re such an idiot, you know that?” You laughed at his shrugged ‘Might have mentioned it before’ before leaning up for a brief peck. “But sure, I’ll clear my schedule for you.”

After your movie night had effectively been rebranded into a shared bath Suna had drawn for you, you let the warm water rinse away most of the soreness you felt in the moment. Despite the tub being a rather snug fit with your professional athlete occupying a big chunk of it by himself, you let yourself relax against his chest.

Rin had taken it upon himself to gently scrub your body down for you, being extra careful with any of the spots he might have been a little rougher on. When it was time to dry off, he took his time to shower your back in kisses; every mark he left, every scar, every blemish, he covered them all equally in his affection and adoration. 

“I love you,” he murmured when his eyes met yours through the mirror and he tangled your fingers together. “I would never dream to change a single thing about you.”

“I love you too,” you whispered back, like it was a secret only meant for his ears. “Thank you for being so patient with me.”

“It’s nothing you have to thank me for.” Suna brought your hand up to his lips to leave a lingering kiss there too. “I’m just doing what any good boyfriend should.”

Later in bed:

“How much did you have to hold back from saying ‘I’ve got your back’?”

“You have no idea.”

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Can you write a fic where Logan (If you write for him ofc if not, it could be Max, too) meets reader (Reader could be a celebrity of some kind like an actor or a NASCAR driver) in a gala or fancy event and it's kind of just love at first sight. For the rest of the event Logan/ Max tries to ask the reader out maybee? :3

It would be pretty cool but I'm pretty sure this idea has already been used countless times already buuuuut it would be pretty cool though

Thanks for reading this :D

Can’t keep my eyes off you

Logan Sargeant x gn!actor!reader

Note: You didn’t specify a reader gender (I write male and gender neutral readers) so I made it gender neutral but I can change it on request

In all honesty, Logan had never been a fan of all the fancy events he had to go to. He understood what it meant for him and for the team of course, but that didn’t mean they were his cup of tea.

Luckily for him, Alex was there too, and he knew that meant they could spend the entire evening chatting and waiting for the event to come to an end.

They weren’t the only Formula 1 drivers there; and frankly, apart for Lewis, most of them wanted to leave as well.

And so Logan stuck to his group, the people he saw every week, because it was better then socializing.

As they talked in their corner, drinks in hand, Logan fidgeted around; his suit was too uncomfortable, it was too warm in the crowded room, his dress shoes were squishing his feet.

A late arrival had everyone turning their heads: it was a very good-looking person, one that Logan didn’t recognize, but captured his attention nonetheless.

His fidgeting stopped; he went completely still, jaw slack and eyes wide, as he observed the newcomer.

"Who is that?" he was whispered to Alex, in hopes of getting some information about the stranger.

"Oh them? That’s Y/N L/N, they’re a super famous actor, I can’t believe you don’t know who they are."

So that was your name and job down. But what else could he learn about you? He had already been scolded by his team principal for using his phone too much during events, so that was ruled out.

He settled for the closest thing he could find to Wikipedia: his friends.

"What do you know about that person? Y/N L/N?" he asked the entire group.

They started blurting out random things, from your nationality to the name of your pet, and put together the information was actually quite a bit. Impressive for who he was asking.

But there was one question Logan still wanted to ask.

"And are they, by any chance, into men?" His mumbled question still managed to get picked up by his group, luckily, because he didn’t think he could say it again.

"Yes don’t worry" said Charles, the only one to have met him before "And they’re single too" the monegasque added, winking at Logan.

A slight blush spread on the American’s cheeks at being teased; and yet he couldn’t help but think about the actor, even as the conversation switched subjects.

He couldn’t stop his eyes from wandering across the room, to where you were stood, looking perfect, greeting those who came and talked to you.

Logan wondered if there was a chance he would be one of those people, to confidently walk up to you and just start a conversation.

But that wasn’t really him, was it? As much as he liked to exhibit a confident personality in interviews and such he couldn’t flirt for the life of him.

And so Logan settled for observation from afar, at least for a little bit.

He listened to what his friends were saying distractedly, half listening and the other half of his mind consumed by the stranger.

It was so unlike him, to see someone for the first time and completely fixate on them, and yet he just couldn’t help it.

Even when he tore his gaze from you it always wandered back, like a magnet. He kept thinking about what it would be like to talk to you, to actually be close, and in that moment there was nothing Logan wanted more.

He had completely spaced out, staring at you from across the room, until Max brought him back into the conversation with a "What do you think Logan?" that he honestly couldn’t respond to.

His friends laughed, finding his cluelessness funny, while filling him in on what he had missed. While he actually listened this time, Charles moved closer to Logan and whispered in his ear "Shoot your shot. Just trust me."

He couldn’t say it wasn’t helpful, given Charles was the only one to have met you before, and yet that just wasn’t enough to convince him to do it.

He turned away from their little side conversation to join back into the groups, shooting you a glance while he could.

Each time he saw your smiling face he thought about how inviting and nice you looked and how easy it would be for him to actually talk to you, and yet he still chickened out.

It was nearly two hours later now and Logan hadn’t stopped thinking about the actor for a second.

He was afraid of the evening coming to an end without him having talked to you, and it filled him with dread.

He went down the rabbit hole in his mind: What if he never did talk to you? He didn’t think he would be able to bring himself to stop thinking about you, and knew he would regret not speaking to you if he didn’t. And yet he remained afraid.

That was until Logan looked over to where he had seen you last and didn’t find you there. He looked around the large event venue, unable to find you, getting worried you had left already and he had missed his chance.

He was beginning to spiral, until he felt someone’s arm brushing against his own; no wait, someone was hugging Charles from behind. Logan didn’t think much of it until he realized it was your arm against his, and he began to blush madly.

You hadn’t seen Charles in a while, and you couldn’t wait to talk to him again, but people kept getting in your way, asking about you and telling you their opinions about their latest movies. And frankly, you wanted to check out the cute blonde boy standing next to your monegasque friend.

Logan watched you pull away from Charles, who messed with your hair playfully the moment he realized it was you.

You slotted yourself in between Charles and Logan as Charles introduced you to everyone, and Logan could feel his heart beating faster.

You started chatting with the whole group, getting to know the friends Charles had promised to introduce you to long ago.

Logan stayed quiet, admiring your beauty, and wondering if it was appropriate to pull you aside to talk privately.

Ultimately he decided it couldn’t be that bad, and when the conversation took a turn and you stayed quiet he pulled you aside, not far, just enough for a little bit of privacy.

You weren’t entirely sure what was happening, but followed suit as Logan pulled you a couple meters away from the other drivers.

"Hi! I’m Logan, we didn’t get to talk much." yep, that was a good opening line.

As Logan started his conversation he couldn’t help but fall further in love with you, entranced by your voice and personality.

Eventually he told himself he had to do it and, during the conversation, he blurted out "Do you want to go out with me?"

He wasn’t very happy with how he had done it, but knew the nerves had just taken over. He hoped it hadn’t put you off.

"I would love to" you said, smiling gently at him. He realized that wasn’t your fake smile, the one you were giving those that greeted you earlier; he felt special: he had caused your genuine smile, and he was the one that got to see it.

Little did you both know his entire group had been listening, and began to cheer as you both exchanged numbers and promised to keep in contact, right as the event came to an end.

You walked outside with Logan, Charles and their friends, Logan still smiling as he talked to you.

As you stepped in your own car, and they went to theirs individually, you said goodbye, and Logan watched you until the very moment he couldn’t anymore, excited at the prospect of your future date.

He was glad he had been unable to keep his eyes off of you.

[bengiyo]

Cherry Magic TH Ep 2 Stray Thoughts

Last week, we began our foray into the GMMTV take on Cherry Magic, and it started strong. They kept all of the early setup recognizable from the Japanese adaptation. Achi just turned 30, is an underachiever at work, and is a virgin. He is bombarded by everyone's thoughts when his powers manifest: he hears the internal monologue of anyone he touches. At first he is overwhelmed by this, and surprised to learn that Karan, the office star, has a crush on him. He's been helping a new junior, Rock, and decided to stay late at work to cover for Rock so he could see his partner. Karan also stayed late to help Achi, and has taken Achi back to his place to stay the night.

Overall, I'm enjoying the changes so far.

I'm glad GMMTV has been including the nicknames for the actors in English, since that's how much of us find and follow them.

Wait, Square Enix has rights on this story?

The room is messy? I'm going to fight him.

Tay and New were actually the best choice for these characters. Newwie is better modulating his performance than he did as Kao years ago. The pajama scene is really excellent.

HE EMBROIDERED A REFERENCE TO HIS MOLE ON THE PAJAMAS. OMG.

I knew Karan wouldn't let me down by kissing a sleeping person. I appreciate them letting us have a peek at Tay's chest though.

Take notes, babies! You gotta practice your cooking so you stay ready for your crush.

I like that Achi is internally mulling over how someone acting on their crush feels for him.

This tie scene is new, but I love it.

Oh, I like mirroring Rock's breakup with Achi wondering if it's okay to let Karan care for him. People should consider the role of reciprocity in love and affection.

The audio mix for this show is surprisingly good. Sounds are coming from the correct speakers.

Wondering if we'll flash back to the boss's thoughts later.

I'm so happy to see Mark again. I love the way he's playing this version of Minato so far.

Okay, reading the cat was funny. I like Jinta.

Oh, Achi, you're giving me secondhand embarrassment.

Newwie looks good in this brown suit.

I don't mind how much more explicit about feelings this version is being. This episode directly exploring what the polite boundaries are around crushes has been really good.

I like the not-date turning into a company hangout, though I wonder why Karan and Achi weren't originally invited.

Pai definitely knows something's up with Karan and Achi.

Two rooftop scenes two days in a row? I need OffGun to come through for us tomorrow too.

Will Rock come running up next week like Rokkaku? I kinda hope he doesn't.

Tits next week!!!

This is a good adaptation so far. I like the way this episode meditated on the social politics of a crush, and how an unexpressed crush can be painful for both parties. Karan is carefully toeing a line and afraid of making Achi uncomfortable, and Achi is worried about taking advantage of Karan or leading him on. We end on Achi assuring he doesn't view Karan negatively, setting us up for the next phase of this. I'm deeply impressed.

[bibliophile-in-training]

A Plebian's Review of the Last Voyage of the Demeter

I don't do reviews normally but I have many thoughts I wanted to share after recently watching this movie. In general, I did enjoy this movie and I thought it was a fun watch. As someone who read Dracula and enjoys most modern Dracula stories I would watch it again if it came on. (6/10)

Non-spoilers:

It took some liberties with the source material. Combine the recent Poirot movies with modern vampire lore and that's what you should expect, not something strictly adhering to the novel. Not necessarily a bad thing, but if you're enjoying dracula daily just know this isn't really that.

On that note, Dracula bibliophiles aside, it's a pretty good movie on its own. It's suited for modern audiences and won't confuse them with Stoker's vampire lore (ex. what can and can't kill a vampire, what powers Dracula has).

It had pretty gory moments that you may not be prepared for if slasher movies aren't something you watch. Also, check out doesthedogdie bc there are a lot of potential triggers.

The lighting for this movie was really good imo. There was a strong contrast between day and night which awesome, but you could also still actually see what was going on in the dark. There were a couple times when Dracula was in a shadow and you couldn't really see him but it was for effect as opposed to trying to be "realistic" (looking at you, GOT).

The design for Dracula was cool and they do play into him getting stronger and scarier as he continuously feeds.

The Captain is not the main character (in contrast to the source material's Captain's log). Here, it's Dr Clemens we follow and we get an occasional Caltain's narration from the log.

If you like Until Dawn and other titles from Supermassive Games, you'd probably enjoy it. Dracula's design, the kills, and character choices feel like you're watching a playthrough. Not to mention there are a lot of close-up shots of characters in the same way Supermassive Games does.

Spoilers under the cut:

The Good:

The cinematography was pretty good. I particularly liked shots that followed through the ship to the cargo hold where count bat boi was sleeping.

They also filmed the gory scenes really well, and one scene that stood out was when one person who's become a thrall bashes his head through a door and then slides his nose along the splintered panels as he looks up. Impactful to say the least. They didn't pan away and leave it up to our imaginations but went all in and I applaud it.

Things were recognizable from the novel (names, events, some vampire mythos). I was genuinely surprised that they marked Dracula's coffins with dragons and kept that he slept in dirt, since modern audiences probably wouldn't have known about these things. When we (modern audiences) hear "Dracula" we think it means "vampire" as opposed to "dragon", and we would likely expect Dracula's cargo to be velvet-lined coffins.

The opening scene (finding the ship at Whitby & the wagon train of the coffins) had me immediately invested and excited, and I was already looking forward to this movie (I chose it over Barbie lol).

The Captain's actor was phenomenal. He went all out when he was grieving Toby's death and he really didn't have to but I'm so glad he did. While the character itself wasn't consistent, the actor made it believable. He was strict and kind when he was sane, he was frantic and distraught when he was insane, and his moments of grief and hope were all palpable. Good choice.

"Oh my God it has wings" When I say I LAUGHED SO HARD

Honestly there were a lot of funny moments. Some were genuine to cut the tension and help build characters but being ND and desensitized to horror I don't know if I was supposed to laugh at some of them, like when the cook's dingy knocked against the side of the hull. And when vampire Toby jumped up.

The use of knocking was a cool addition. I enjoyed when they used it like when Toby was in trouble and when Dracula was messing with the two dudes on deck.

One of the key things of Dracula's personality is that yes - he can kill you in 10s - but he won't because he's a sadistic bastard that enjoys drawing it out and playing the wager to see if you'll die of fear before he can bite you. They absolutely captured it. Homie is purposeful in how he terrifies his victims before giving them a gruesome death.

I think the model ship they showed at the end was the original model ship for the Demeter in the 90's Dracula movie (or at least a nod to it), which is how this movie was started apparently. Nice touch.

The Grievances:

Dr Clemens was a mary sue. I'm sorry, there's no way around this. Man has bad main character syndrome. I can accept a black man fighting tooth and nail to graduate Cambridge top of his class and struggle in a world that won't see his abilities because they won't look past his skin color, but on top of that he's an astronomer, a sailer, a strategist, a detective, and everyone immediately falls in love with him? Hell, he cured Toby's [1] grief over losing his lifelong friend (Huck, the dog, who was MUTILATED) and [2] guilt for all the animals dying because it was his responsibility to take care of him, and [3] fear for whatever unknown thing did this, with a headpat and "sometimes shit happens and you can't do anything about it".

He took one look at Anna, Dracula's beef jerky ration, and immediately went "she has an infection, she needs a blood transfusion", then proceeded to give her repeated transfusions over several days and he was totally fine. Up running around and fighting vampires meanwhile in reality he would have been bedridden from lack of blood and possible complications from the procedures.

Also, why is he the only clean person? Everyone's covered in grime and blood and dude looks like he just walked out of a proactive commercial. Even when he's floating in the middle of the ocean for days with an open neck wound he looks like he was just in the shower. Compare it with the Captain's burns and the first thrall's face after banging the through a door and the dissonance just pulls me out of the movie.

Keeping him alive just to sequel bait. Just. Why. Hollywood, it's okay to kill your protagonist. 1912 did it really well. Plus, I personally wasn't invested enough in this character to want to see a sequel following his vendetta with Dracula. We already know about Jonathan and Van Helsing. You can make movies that stand alone. It's okay.

If you want to sequel bait why don't you have him delirious from being lost at sea for several days and end up at the asylum with Dr Seward and Renfield? That would actually be cool and you could still have Dracula show up to taunt him.

Also, in regards to Anna, while I think it was a cool idea to use her for lore dumping and as a surprise for the audience, I was disappointed with her. She had the potential to provide a lot of info and help fight Dracula but instead she had to be the "strong independent woman". I don't hate this trope (think about Ripley in Alien, or any of the women in the original novel) but it wasn't done well here. While it's cool to see her gain confidence and wield a gun against count bat boi I was really hoping she would provide more info like his weaknesses. She says "he ran out of food in my country" but we know this isn't *literally* true because we see people at the beginning. It's the fact her people knew how to keep Dracula away that he ran out of food and he decided to try greener pastures. You could bring up HOW they did that (religious tokens, garlic, silver, etc.).

Also when she does try to give info about Dracula it's still vague and meant to be mysterious. Bruh, you are locked on a boat with this monster and you know your only hope for survival is to flee or work together to get rid of him. Why are you not giving as much info and details as possible? Because that's what the script said bc the writers wanted to make dracula look cool by relying on the characters to say it? Okay.

This movie relies on a lot of telling instead of showing. It's like they don't trust their audience to pay attention or understand what's going on. The only time I legit felt they showed and not told (lol) was when the Captain asked if what happened to the animals could be transmitted to humans and Dr Clemens lied and said no. You could see in the actor's face the inner monologue of telling the truth vs preventing chaos. It was nice and gave more info about the character than him actually yelling his life history at the first mate.

It also suffers from the writers trying to make every scene be memorable. There are too many times characters say things because it sounds cool or would be good in the trailer rather than because it makes sense for the character to say that.

Honestly all the characters fall flat for me (besides the captain who's character is treated like a pinball). They're all archetypes rather than people. The protagonist. The independent woman. The racist drunkard. The child. The religious guy. The guy that makes obscene jokes. The only names I know are Toby, Dr Clemens, and Anna. Bc they get said a lot as opposed to me actually caring about them.

On that note, I am definitely biased because I loved the Captain's log from the novel, but I wish that this was from the Captain's pov, culminating in him tying himself to the wheel and dying from shock or exposure like in the book. Then Whitby.

On that note, I am still upset that they used modern vampire mythos yet again for Dracula. In the book the Captain dies after being taunted for days by Dracula after tying himself to the wheel, only possible because the rosary in his hand protects him. It's a noble but horrific sacrifice made of fear and a duty to not let the evil on the ship reach land. In this movie, however, he reaches the wheel and dies because the rosary has no power over Dracula (it's also how Toby dies).

Oh, also the sun kills vampires. How do we know? Because occasionally some people turn into vampires, but only when it's convenient for the plot (looking at you, Anna). Why don't they use this against Dracula and dump the dirt box they know he's sleeping in during the day? Who knows. But they wasted a lot of potential to play on the audience's expectations (rather than giving into them) by using Dracula during the day. Y'know what's scarier than a vampire picking off your crew at night? A vampire picking off your crew at ANY time when you only expect it at night because SURPRISE sunlight just doesn't let him crawl in lizard fashion.

Are you seriously telling me Dracula sustained himself off of Anna for several weeks, and then decided to slaughter the crew mere days before the boat docked? Yes, he was weak bc of it but I don't think the director knows how blood works (see Dr Clemens's transfusion issue). Also, if that's the case, how did Anna not suffocate in her dirt box for hours on end for weeks? Just fill the other 48 crates with dead people and say Anna was the last caprisun in the box and it would make more sense.

Also, why have their last hurrah be the day before they reach Whitby? It made the movie seem too fast; it felt like it only took a week to get from Transylvania to England. Why not find Anna early on, then disperse the crew member deaths across a couple weeks like in the novel? It would help with the suspense and you could have the Captain tie himself to the wheel then let us experience the time passing after he dies so the audience has a moment to sit with the deaths and feel hopeless. Bc that's what the role of the Demeter is, story-wise. It's supposed to make us afraid of Dracula and feel hopeless in his presence. Not give us hope and make him into our rival we have the possibility to get revenge on. That's what our dear friend Jonathan is for.

Dracula never takes human form. Why do all adaptations refuse to give him his bushy mustache? COWARDS.

Okay, he *sort of* takes human form. But they really just put him in a waistcoat and top hat then expected us to believe that showed he was cunning. You literally said he's both man and beast then only show the beast. One of Dracula's main appeal is that he's clever and his sadistically human traits are the only thing preventing him from immediately ripping you to shreds. And he can pass as human, so he could be anyone. Yet we only see the beast part.

While this movie was fun to watch, it comes off more as a gruesome drama or action movie than a horror. I never really feel any suspense or dread. Compare it to Alien which had the same situation. Alien did such a good job of making you feel scared and claustrophobic when you're surrounded by the vastness of space (in this case, the ocean) and being hunted down by an intelligent monster. I was watching this to see how Dracula killed people rather than seeing how they struggled to survive.

I can believe this movie was in production hell not just because of the writing but some errors. In one scene, the Captain's burn is on the right side of his face but there's a close-up cut and suddenly it's on the left side like someone flipped the screen. And this is just one error out of a couple. No Starbucks cups tho.

It sounds like I don't like this movie because of all of my nit-picking grievances, but I really did like it. I think my issues are just because my expectations were too high going in. I was expecting a loyal expansion of an underappreciated segment of a classic novel, which is really rare these days. And a *suspenseful* horror.

I see why Guillermo del Toro and Stephen King suggested it. It's pretty similar to their stuff, just more fast-paced. So if you like that stuff and Until Dawn I think you'll really enjoy it.

[maliciousalice]

👕 & 🍽️? For the trek ask game

Heheh thanks for Asking Meg!!! All aboard another long winded ramble about my wife ST: Voyager!!!!!

👕 Character whose fashion you like.

While I answered in the last one, I think I'll add to it by saying I love the Ds9/Voyager Uniforms--Infact I'm a HUGE sucker for them--At least to me, they feel like THE signature trek costume rather than TNG or TOS ones. Plus, they are fun to draw! I love how they look on the actors with the structured upper half, and loose, high-waisted pants that give everyone the illusion of height.

Those that are dressed in the uniform are portrayed with a respectable heft and a pleasant, overall shape. I know it's not the case, but they look like they are really practical. This is fully intentional as the lead costume designer said they wanted the suits to appear modular and have advantages in different environments. That's why sometimes they are unzipped or twisted around, depending on the narrative.

I could go on and on about them. I act feral over how they look when when all the actors stand together, turned in various ways, posing so that that folds pucker on their joints, or when subtle differences in their body sizes take up screen. It just looks so cool! I'm a big fan of squad-based, colour-coded uniforms and clean silhouettes.

Most importantly though, it gives them all BODY-ODY-ODY!!!

AYO WHICH LOCATION THEY AT??? CW: GORILLA DUMPIES!!! 👀👀👀 😳😳😳😳

🍽️What alien food/drink would you want to try?

I wish I could find the video but I've seen bits and pieces about how they designed the food on the sets and I think it's super charming!

Lots of effort went into considering the cuisine. It just about decorates every set and It was important to the show. Voyager engaged in a lot visual gags, or dialog discussing food. It was in a comforting way that would present the characters with their personal ideals of home.I find that subtext of world-building really endearing.

Many scenes involved characters bonding in the mess hall, socializing around food, or isolating with it to gain a sense of self. In contrast, it's used as a device for diplomacy, or to make settings seem more alien, unnavigated and removed from regular comforts. It's even incorporated into main plot points, such as with Tuvok in ''Riddles'', when he gains a newfound skill around cooking after a serious accident, and he solves the plot by decorating a code on a cake. Through food, we saw a lot of what it could be like to be a crew member on the ship, and live inside their Universe. It wasn't always pretty but they made it work.

We have a really rich food bowl and diverse food-culture In Australia, I love noticing exotic food that are used as set decoration of as props--I am used to seeing tropical fruit or Asian ingredients around my community, so it's fun to see it transformed. And much like the characters in Voyager, I relate to the comfort and the charting of new territories when it comes to seeing/ eating food.

I suspect being a chef / working in hospitality would be an interesting occupation in Trek. Everyone complains about the lack of authenticity from replicated food, so I'm sure being a good Chef would be worth your while.

I genuinely want to try Old-mate Neelix's cooking. He seems so creative and passionate about what he plates up, and he CLEARLY (they all put on weight haha) kept the crew well-fed. ''Bitches make do'', but you can tell he cares by the questions he askes everyone, or the detail he places into his recipes. I'd like to see what all the fuss is about with Leeola Root Stew. I bet it's not that bad! (I like bitter food) Or better, serve me up a Jimbalian Fudge cake! It's so quaint how there is an evolution to his work as he gets more integrated with everyone.

(crying over this ^) Neelix Nation Rise Up!!!!

[gillianthecat]

🔥BL Hot Take🔥 (maybe? I don’t know what counts as Hot around here.)

I think Zee Pruk was better at acting against Saint than against Nunew. And I think the character of Fighter suited his skills better than Lian.

I feel like the difference comes across even in these two publicity shots in similar poses, just in the way Zee is looking at his costar (Saint in Why R U? on the left, Nunew in Cutie Pie on the right.) To me, he looks fully absorbed in Saint/Tutor, whereas he looks likes he's posing and working at looking dominant with Nunew/Kuea. It's subtle though, so others may interpret it differently.

Zee just doesn’t quite work for me when he tries to play dominant. He comes across as a bit flat and one-note (though the heavy makeup and/or digital face-smoothing did him no favors in that regard). The fascinating thing about Fighter was that he tried to pretend he was dominating, but really he was a flustered mess at all times, clutching tightly to his insecurities and internalized homophobia, desperately trying to mask it with an air of being unaffected by anything. Even in their relationship, he was nominally the seme, pursuing Tutor, but Tutor kept flipping the script on him. And anytime Tutor took control, Fighter gave it up, basically instantly.

The relationship really did feel to me like Tutor was the actually dominant partner, and not just in the way where the submissive in a d/s dynamic is always ultimately in control because their desires/boundaries must be respected, but that Fighter really was fully submitting to him. Sexually was where it was most obvious, because Saint and Zee were insanely good at their sex scenes, but in everything really. I don’t know enough about kink to know if this would be considered a kinky relationship (my suspicion is not really), but I do know that Fighter was not in charge. And Zee portrayed these layers very well, his anger, his urge to be the big dog, his complete and utter submission to Tutor, and everything in between.

Whereas Lian really was dominant at all times. Sure, he might agree to what Kuea wanted, but it always felt like he merely acquiescing, not giving up control. (Caveat, I still have not finished the series so maybe this changes, but from all the gifs and meta I’ve seen I suspect not. Let me know if I’m wrong though!) And while I think it is possible to play unquestioned dominance in an interesting way, I don’t think quite Lian managed it. It always felt like me a mask he was putting on.

And this part is complete and total speculation, but I wonder how much difference his acting partners made. Saint is obviously very talented and, if I remember correctly, already fairly experienced when they shot Why R U? And so I’m guessing that that allowed Zee to relax into the part and find all the nuances and vulnerabilities of the character while trusting Saint to both take care of himself and to meet him in the emotions of the scene. And perhaps trying to meet Saint at his level of acting made Zee push himself to do more.

Whereas Nunew was much less experienced actor, as well as much younger, and from the chatter I’ve seen Zee took on a protective/mentor role. Which I’m speculating inhibited his performance as Lian because he did not feel as free to let go into the character and trust that Nunew could catch him. And I think Nunew did great as Kuea! It wasn’t that his ability wasn’t up to the role, just that maybe he didn’t challenge Zee as an actor in the way that Saint did.

Again, total speculation! And perhaps it’s just that I find completely dominant characters boring; I like seeing them challenged and pushed off balance. (Maybe that happens more to Lian in the last few episodes, but I suspect it still wouldn’t be enough to make him compelling to me.) But I don’t think it’s just my taste in characters, I do think there’s something that changed in his acting from show to show, whether the character was less of a good fit, or his the environment inhibited his work in some way.

I'm not at all saying that Zee is a bad actor. He's quite talented, and I still haven't seen anyone portray desire in the way he does. And he and Nunew had amazing chemistry in their sex scenes; I really admire their willingness to be vulnerable there.

I would love to see him in a role that really leans into the way he can play vulnerability.

Why am I writing about this now? The comparison has been on my mind for a while, and then today the powerfully vulnerable way that Kwon Hyuk portrayed desire and arousal in The New Employee reminded me of Zee.

[sehtoast]

Homelander x m!reader smut drabble from a much longer fic I'm still writing

!please note, Y/n is written as a pre-bottom surgery trans man. otherwise, the vast majority of Y/n's physical descriptors (eye color, hair color, etc) are kept to a minimum for the sake of reader inclusivity- and also lmao i basically stole spiderman for Y/n's supe identity, so there are some references to that

first time publishing anything, so i hope it's decent lol. that said, special thank you to @blindmagdalena for inspiring me to finally write a fic :D

“I can imagine.” Y/n was idly rubbing his thumb in circles on John’s chest.  The two of them were naked as the day they came into the world, cuddled up on Homelander’s leather couch, long after having had a bout of lazy afternoon sex.  Y/n insisted on covering the both of them with a blanket, even though John ran hot enough to act as a little space heater.

“This scene took so many takes.  The director was being fucking ridiculous,” John explained, motioning to the TV from where he was laid back on the couch.  Homelander insisted that Y/n watch one of his several movies with him, and still could hardly believe the web-head had never once watched one in its entirety.

It was rare for the two of them to ever spend time in John’s place.  It was so spacious, and every corner had a marble sculpture of some Greek or Roman figure. The overbearing wall that was nothing but a massive American Flag failed to entice a cozy atmosphere.  But the TV was huge, and John insisted his movies required a wide screen.

The film transitioned to an obvious fan service scene, featuring a ‘shirtless’ Homelander sporting a set of rippling muscles- wildly different than what was really under the suit.  Y/n felt John tense up as he immediately started to fast-forward through the depiction.

“I forgot about that…” he seethed, jaw set tight.

Homelander was deeply insecure about his body.  He’d spent a lifetime masquerading as a man with an Adonis-like figure, with a suit that painted the picture of rock solid pecs, bulging biceps and triceps, and washboard abs.  Somewhere along the line of losing his secret identity, he’d also lost sight of the fact that masquerading is all being a Vought Hero really is.  This was theater.  Hell, even Y/n’s super suit had some design tricks to make him look more cut than he really was.  John once expressed that he’d done everything he could to build muscle, to live up to the standard Vought had created for him, to be built like the god he was designed to be, but failed miserably.  His body simply wouldn’t bulk, and this failure cut him like a knife every time Vought ordered his muscle padding be made even more dense.

It broke Y/n’s heart when John expressed that he was the first lover to ever see him fully undressed and not react like a jackass.

----------

“Talking about hard things is how we get better at dealing with them.” Y/n quoted his childhood therapist, holding on gently to John’s hands.  It was only their second time making love, and they’d had to halt the process when John jerked away at Y/n’s attempt to remove the top of his suit.  “I won’t ever force you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with, okay?  But, please. Talk to me.”

John bit his lip, and if he were built like a normal human, it would have bled from the force.  He shook his head, blinking rapidly the way he does when it was time to confront something he didn’t know how to deal with.

“No one’s ever…” He trailed off, looking down at himself.  “My body isn’t… it’s not fucking good enough.”

Y/n remained quiet, only raising an eyebrow to encourage him to elaborate.

“I’m supposed to be- I should be shredded!  Strongest man in the world and I’m like a fucking twig.  How do you explain that?”  He was rambling.  “I can’t even get bigger, I’ve tried- fuck I’ve tried!  A-all these actors, they roll up to set looking better than me in every way and all I can do is run around in fake fucking rubber muscles to match them!”

Y/n watched him from the spot beside him on the bed, still holding tight to John’s hands, hoping it provided at least something steadying for him.

“I took it off one time, for Madelyn- years ago… I’ll never forget the way she fucking laughed at me.”  His words were bitter and angry, but the way he was only looking down at himself let Y/n know that all of those feelings were directed at himself.  He felt, truly, that he was the root of the problem.  “You’re the only one who’s ever-”

He was cut off by Y/n pressing a gentle kiss to his knuckles.

“I think you are so, so beautiful.”  Y/n murmured, looking directly into John’s eyes.  “And you don’t need to be built like a Greek god to be that way, I promise.  You’re perfect the way you are, and I will tell you every day if I have to.” 

----------

Y/n was distracted from the memory at the feeling of John pulling him in for a deep, desperate kiss.

“Tell me again,” John breathed out.  

Y/n was all too happy to oblige, and swung a leg over top of Homelander to straddle him.

“You’re gorgeous, John.  You’re ethereal in every way.  And you’re so strong, you’re so handsome, and those eyes of yours just…”  

John swallowed hard, his mouth slightly agape. 

“Let me show you…”

John’s pupils were already blown black, and he nodded in anticipation.  Y/n leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips, kissing down to his neck, where he licked a stripe over John’s pulse only to blow a gust of cold air over the wet trail.  Homelander shivered and gulped.

“I love the way your adam’s apple moves when you swallow hard.  I love the way it lets me know how excited you are…”

Y/n rubbed John’s shoulders as he sucked hard at the base of his neck, despite knowing he couldn’t leave a mark.  He pulled away with a nip at the skin, clenching in pleasure at the little moan that left John’s mouth.

“-and these shoulders.  So firm…”  Y/n’s hands smoothed down the expanse of John’s chest, fingers moving to alternate rolling at his nipples and massaging the flesh of his pectorals.  “This strong chest- the way it heaves with every breath when you’re enjoying yourself…”  John whined and keened at the way Y/n played with him, grinding his hips up to seek any kind of friction he could find.  His face was flushed and his breaths were coming out in short, excited bursts, while his hands ran up and down Y/n’s thighs.

He about lost his fucking mind when Y/n’s tongue laved over one of his nipples, scraping his teeth gently over the tender bud.  

“You’re so gorgeous when you’re like this. All hot and needy.”

Y/n kept at it, playing with John’s chest until he was sure the all-powerful supe would be on the verge of over-stimulation.  He reached down, grabbing John’s left hand, and cradled it in his own.

“And these hands...  These strong, wonderful fingers. The way they always feel so good inside me- how worked up I get just seeing them,” Y/n slipped John’s thumb into his mouth, sucking up the length of it, curling his tongue around the digit to tease what, and who, was to come.

Homelander’s mouth gaped open at the way Y/n worked his tongue, and he was desperately excited to feel the same treatment around his shaft.

“Please…” John groaned out.  Y/n rocked his hips, dragging his wetness over John’s stiff cock in the process.

“Mmm, please what?”  Y/n inquired sultrily, finger still in his mouth.  “I’m not done with you yet.  Not until you know and feel just how fucking lovely you are.”  Every word of Y/n’s last sentence was accentuated with a roll of his hips.  “Roll over.  Put that ass in the air for me.”

Y/n was quick to get a handful of both of John’s cheeks as soon as he steadied himself on the couch, kneading the flesh in his hands, parting them to reveal his hole.

“I said,” Y/n blew a gust of air against John’s opening. “I was going to show you, and oh, I meant it.”  

John moaned out wantonly when he felt Y/n lick from his sack to his hole, and he buried his face into the seat of the couch to stifle his noises.  His eyes clenched shut at the feeling of Y/n’s tongue circling around his opening, and he couldn’t help but rock back toward the wet intrusion.  

Y/n focused his full attention into eating John out, thrusting his tongue in and out as the opening got looser only to trail back down and gently suck at his balls.  The sounds coming from him were driving Y/n absolutely fucking wild, and it took all of his self control to keep his hands focused specifically on John, on solely his pleasure.  This moment was all for him, and every ounce of focus Y/n had would go into it.

“I love the sight of your ass in that costume.  Every time your cape billows just enough for me to see it, I wonder how it would be to tongue fuck this hole of yours.”

Y/n caught the sight of John reaching to stroke at himself.

“Ah, ah, ah.  Hands behind your back, John.”

He immediately obeyed.  Y/n continued his wet torture of John’s hole, wondering to himself how he ended up being the lead in their sex life.  He always imagined it would be Homelander who pinned him down and fucked him raw- and sure, it did happen on occasion, but John was just so malleable when he was like this.  He was easy to command, and he fucking loved to be bossed around in bed, whether he’d admit it or not.

Y/n slipped the tip of his spit-soaked index finger inside, and John gasped out.

“Shh, it’s okay.  I’ll go slow.  Just let me know if you need me to stop.”  It was always good to let Homelander know he still had full control over what was done to him.  Y/n was more than happy to fulfill John’s needs, but always wanted him to know he retained his autonomy.  Always.

Y/n slowly fucked John with his finger, crooking it just slightly to rub against that sweet spot inside.  The sofa cushion was absorbing most of John’s noises, but Y/n coaxed an especially loud moan out of him the first time he’d brushed against his prostate.

“You know I love it when you're noisy. Be a little louder for me?”

And oh, did he do so.  Homelander turned his head to the side, eyes clenched shut and hands still locked behind his back as he rocked back onto Y/n’s finger to fuck himself harder, moaning with each stroke.

“A-ano-ther,” he gasped out, and Y/n gently added his middle finger to the mix.

It went on like that for a few minutes longer, Y/n kneading at John’s cheeks with his free hand while he fingered him with the other, until he’d decided John had done more than enough waiting.

“On your back for me, please.”  Y/n instructed, and John immediately moved, whining when Yn’s fingers left his body

“Mmm, there it is,” Y/n murmured, running a light finger’s touch up and down the length of John’s cock.  It was painfully hard, the head dark and soaked from the sheer amount of precum that had been worked out of him.  Y/n looked up into John’s eyes, taking note of the trail of drool leaking from the corner of his mouth, the desperate expression plastered on his face.  He was gorgeous.  

“You look like a fucking painting right now.” Y/n emphasized with a stroke of John’s cock, working a breathy moan from him.  It was time to really lay it on.  “Look at that cock, so big, so hard, just for me…  The biggest I’ve ever seen. The only one I ever want.” 

John’s eyes practically rolled back into his head with each word of praise.

“What are you?”  Y/n teased.

“I-I’m beautiful.”  John stuttered, his words slurring.

“Say it again.”  

“I’m beautiful!”  

And with that, Y/n leaned down to drag his tongue from the base to the tip, his idle hand reaching down once more to work his fingers into John’s hole.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck-” He gasped out, singing the intensity of his pleasure into the room while Y/n sucked at him slowly, moaning around his hardness each time it hit the back of his throat just to come back up and roll his tongue all around the tip.  Y/n began to thrust his fingers faster, taking special care to only just miss John’s prostate with each pass.  “Plea- I- Oh, fuck, I- Y/n!”

John began thrusting his hips, fucking Y/n’s mouth and simultaneously thrusting himself back onto the fingers in his ass.  Y/n buried them deep, rubbing against John’s sweet spot, relishing in the downright obscene noises coming from the world’s strongest man, who he’d reduced to a sloppy, needy mess.

He gagged around Homelander's length with each hard thrust, until the final push where John screamed out his orgasm, shooting it down Y/n’s throat while his body went stiff as a board in pleasure, hole pulsing around Y/n’s fingers.  A sudden beam of heat escaped his eyes, charring the ceiling before he could clench them shut in time.  “H-hah, I- Oh god, Y/n- fuck-”  He rambled out endlessly, rocking against the fingers inside him through each wave of his pleasure.  Y/n reached down with his free hand to massage at his sack, feeling the skin close to his perineum still pulsing from his earth shattering orgasm.

Once John had come down from his high, Y/n moved up to kiss him, probing his mouth with his tongue, all just to make him taste how delicious his release was.

“Mmm…” Homelander moaned out when Y/n moved back.

“Y’know," Y/n breathed out a little laugh. "I’d be happy to keep proving this to you, over, and over, and over again. If you'd like, of course.”

John looked up at him deviously, his movie long forgotten in the background.

“My turn.”

[fioletowyfacet]

Curious as to how Porfirio's job interview for Freddy's went. Assuming they actually did an interview or any sort of training.

Alexander picked up the folder, then squinted at the guy on the other side of the desk. "An actor?"

The other guy nodded.

Management had to be kidding.

Alexander sighed and pretended to page through the folder to avoid having to look him in the eye. His naive smile gave him the creeps, and the situation was not helping.

There was absolutely no way this guy could be a spring suit actor. He had presence, sure, and that was certainly something you had to look for in an entertainer, but part of that presence was being so tall he could hit his head on the door frame. The suits were made for people of average height and weight. If this guy tried to be Fredbear or something, the costume would kill him... and scare the kids. And adults, because really, no one wants to see that.

If Management seriously expected him to consider interviewing this guy, they weren't right in the head.

"Look, Mister..." He blinked at the name on the form, written in smudgy black pen and clumsy, unusual cursive. "...Mister Larkspur. Um, while we appreciate your interest, I, uh, we don't exactly have any, eh, acting roles available for people like you."

He glanced up long enough to see Porfirio tilt his head, still smiling, like some kind of lost dog. "But the newspaper said there are." His voice was slow and stilted in a way that suggested he had rehearsed saying specific things beforehand, and this was not one of them.

Alexander kept pretending to read, a little faster for some reason, and flipped back and forth between papers to buy himself some time to think of the right corporate jargon. "Well, yes, b-but these-- We need-- See, you're just a little too tall, I believe, which means the, um, suits cannot be safely operated, and at Fredbear Entertainment, we value the safety of, of both our customers and employees..." His voice trailed off as he started imagining the guy cutting in to shout obscenities, or, worse, crying, maybe because of rent, or a sick kid, or a pregnant wife, or...

Nestled among the pages was a degree. At least that's what Alexander was pretty sure it was, because he was starting to get lightheaded from trying to improvise a diatribe about health inspectors and employment and synergy and spreadsheets. Either the font was unusual or it wasn't in English - but he had just enough wits left to see words he was pretty sure were "polytechnical" and "licentiate" and find himself stammering, "...but w-we have an opening for, for a mechanic."

"Mechanic?"

"Y...yes, mechanic." Alexander tried to smile, but he was very tempted to yell at himself. Did they? "Someone to repair and set up our machines. Your, uh, qualifications seem to be, eh, just what we need!" He swung an arm for good measure. How embarrassing. "Very good!"

Porfirio had not stopped smiling, though Alexander could feel it wasn't nearly as genuine anymore. Was he always sitting that close?

"Y...you seem like you would be," he continued, "the, uh, perfect fit!"

After what felt like a long pause, Porfirio leaned back and nodded. "I am... very good at machines."

"Yeah!"

"I'm very handsome like that."

"Yeah!" Alexander tried to make that one sound equally as enthusiastic. "Could you... could you start Monday?"

There was a pause long enough that Alexander thought he was going to asphyxiate holding his own breath, bit then Porfirio grinned widely and nodded again.

"Monday."

[submissivegayfrenchboy]

07 / 05 / 2024

MAN OF THE DAY #92 :

CHRIS HEMSWORTH #6

CHRIS HEMSWORTH AT THE MET GALA

Yesterday there was the Met Gala 2024. Most outfits were really gorgeous, but obviously i found that His Imperial Majesty God Chris Hemsworth, Ruler of Earth and Owner of the humans, was the most handsome. I love His Majesty's haircuts and His beard. God Chris seemed so young 😍

So white, pure, elegant, shining, godly... ✨

His Imperial Majesty God Chris Hemsworth was with His wife, Elsa Pataky, with whom He have children. She was really stunning 👏

One article who considers that God Chris Hemsworth was really classy as He was :

However, some people have been disappointed with Chris Hemsworth's costume because it was not really original, white on white white looked too simple, He could have tried gold by touches, to make references to His wife's dress. There was His jewels, yes, but there could have been more.

Other people considered that the Hemsworth couple have not respected the theme GARDEN OF TIME, and that Chris Hemsworth is always too shy to be more original. And the black shoes does not looks good with the white costume.

One article about someone who does not think God Chris Hemsworth was elegant enough :

It's true that God Chris Hemsworth is taller than His wife (at least two heads), and i am so jealous of Elsa Pataky for being married to God Chris Hemsworth, that i sometimes imagine what i would looks like next to Him. There wouldn't be so much height difference because i am even taller than His wife (her height is 1m61 and I'm 1m65) .

It's still amazing to admire this alpha couple!

@chrishemsworht @chrishemsworthservant @hemsworthfootslave @hemsworthchris @hemsworths-chris @hemsworthis @chrishemsworthlookingadorable @chrishemswortth @chrishemsworthhh @chrishemsworthhk-blog @chrishemsworthhhhh @chrishemsworthy @leftprogrammingroadtripdean @tidodore2 @faginparis @gayhopefullove @lovefanfiction01

[ankmankpank]

4*town stalker AU part 3: Robaire

Tw: stalking, cussing

The Aarons already done🤞

-you always had a soothing voice

-and everyone liked it

-so you became a voice actor

-and from that, an actor

-and here you are now, fancy ass party in fancy ass castle

-not only party,

-a masquerade ball, standing at the big windows and sipping your drink

-you liked these

-fancy people, fancy food

-and you were invited here!

-the best, you’d say

-but you weren’t the only one invited from who was important now..

s°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

-“Hello.”

-it came from behind you

-not only from behind you, but really close to your ear

-as if the person was leaning close to it from behind

-so, you turned around

-“Hi.”

-you watched him lean back to his original straight position, since fuck he needed to lean down

-he was pretty

-not only pretty, beautiful.

-as much as you could see with his mask on, though

-“Nice mask.”

-and with that, you turned forward again

-ignoring his ass

-but he stepped in front of you

-someone’s really desperate

-that’s cute.

-“Thanks. I’m Robaire.”

-he held his hand out to you

-lucky him that you accepted

-pfft

-though, his hands had a firm and warm grip

-oh boy

-“Isn’t this a masquerade ball? No face, no identity?”

-“There’s no rule against it.”

-you raised your eyebrows at this

-“And I just wanted to introduce myself.”

-he has a point.

-“Y/N.”

-“My pleasure.”

-lucky that you didn’t pull your hand away after you two shook hands

-because he just

-raised

-your

-hands

-to

-his

-OH SO FLUFFY

-lips

-and kissed it.

-many men did this to you before, why was his different then?

-a giggle is all Robaire gets for this

-no matter how cute he was

-FUCK YEAH HE EARNED A GIGGLE FROM YOU

-YIPPIE

-Stay cool Robaire stay cool

-your approving giggle was his sign to stand next to you

-like he wasn’t planning this for at least a month now..

-oh he smelled good

-but you kept looking forward

-you had a reputation to keep

-even while you felt his eyes on you

-…

-surprisingly, it was peaceful next to him

-he felt safe

-“Have you met any interesting characters so far?"

-you thought for a moment

-"A few, but none as charming as you, obviously."

-did you really just say that?

-Robaire wanted to run home, bury his face in his pillow and scream in it like a schoolgirl

-"Flattery will get you everywhere. Soo..“

-“Pfft.”

-he liked making you smile

-even if it was an eye roll at his words

-you were adorable

-fuck

-he never craved attention

-he always got it with no effort

-until he tasted yours

-…

-“Have you seen the garden yet?”

-“Is there one? No.”

-“Come.”

s°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

-“Aand yeah, he pretty much broke his neck.”

-“Poor boy!”

-you giggled as you walked with Robaire in the castle

-you two were away from the people now

-and back from the garden

-and it was so fun!

-you liked Robaire

-he was sweet

-perfect

-only you, him and the wide castle walls with their big windows

-and the night skies

-“I should probably get going though.”

-“Really?”

-he stopped and looked at you

-since you two left, he undid his suit jacket

-it looked better

-“Yes, but now that I know you, I can manage us to meet again.”

-you stared at him with wide eyes

-“I know people.”

-“That’s awesome!”

-that really was awesome

-“Uh, Hurry then, bye!”

-you smiled at him

-god you smiled at him

-“Bye.”

-and with that, he was back at the party

-probably to collect his friends

-and you went back to the garden

-it was great in there

-you’re glad he showed it to you

-you liked Robaire

-you really, really liked Robaire

-he was.. so unique

-he made your stomach do the thing

-…

-and as you were lost in thought, you stepped on something

-and almost tripped, but it doesn’t matter

-…

-a wallet

-oh

-who’s is it?

-you should give it back to them

-but for that, you needed to check the ID

-you wouldn’t wanna give it to the host, he seemed.. weird.

-anyway

-you picked it up and opened it

-and it had..

-Robaire’s informations in it!

-he must’ve dropped it when you two climbed up to some rocks next to the tall bushes

-sweet

-he cared about you so much that he didn’t notice it falling out!

-was he still there, though?

-probably not, so it would be the best to keep it until he reaches out

-he will understand.

-until that…

-a peek couldn’t hurt..

-not because you’re about money in a man

-fuck yeah he was a man

-it’s because you were curious

-you’re just like that.

-so yeah

-unboxing time!!

-…

-…

-..

-.

-why was it full of pictures of you?

-even worse, not official pictures

-like they were taken from a hidden place

-where you couldn’t see the cameraman

-but the wallet was full of you

-full

-…

-fucking creep

-FUCKING CREEP

-oooh fuck

-why are the prettiest people always the psychos?

-fuck

-fuck fuck fuck

-he was obsessed with you

-…

-but aren’t you something to admire though?

-he couldn’t keep his eyes off you

-not for like..

-half a year now.

-you’re shining

-you’re his favorite reason to lose sleep..

-and you needed to find this weirdo.

s°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

-“Robaire!”

-he was still here!

-as if he was searching for someone with his friends

-but he was.

-he turned around

-and if you didn’t know his little obsessive problem, you would melt at how his smile brightened up

-“Y/N, wh-“

-you shoved the wallet into his hands

-making sure that those pics of you are peeking out

-and you forced a smile

-“You lost this, I think.”

-oh if he could saw his face

-as if he saw a ghost

-but could be possibly because his ghost just flew out of his body

-“Y/N, wait-“

-you’re already off

-you always hated when people pushed you with their shoulders when they passed by

-but you understood now

-as if you were running from him

-which were you about to

-but you needed to actually loose him

-not with some walk technique

-but with someone.

-“Hey! Sorry for the bother, but I really like your mask!”

-you placed your hands calmly on the stranger’s shoulders as you talked to him

-acting like adrenaline is not completely making your head pop right now

-he smiled

-and his smile was adorably dorky

-“And the whole fit, it suits you.”

-you tugged at his collar as you spoke

-and he giggled

-awe

-he looked so dorky

-fuck Robaire, new boyfriend material is right in front of yo-

-“Here you are, Tae. Ready to go?”

-Robaire looked at you with eyes

-those eyes

-fuck

-fuck fuck fuck

-this is all to fast for you

-he knew him

-the so mentioned Tae looked at you one last time and smiled sweetly

-“Bye.”

-poor guy to be friends with Robaire

-Robaire wasn’t a fucking psycho when he wasn’t about you but anyways

-but the way that he almost couldn’t take his eyes off you while Robaire dragged him away was absolutely adorable

-well no surprise you were beautiful

-but it didn’t come so in handy right now

-you needed to leave

-fast.

s°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

-you never opened your door this fast before

-and closed it

-but the thing that mattered was that you were finally home

-okay, you turned around, on your way to your room to change from these clothes

-then call the police

-…

-“Will you let me explain now?”

-he was on your hallway.

-he was on your fucking hallway.

-he knew you would go home immediately

-…

-“NO! What… what the fuck are you doing? Seriously!?”

-this was your breaking point

-you messed your perfectly done hair up with running your fingers thru it

-and ruined your makeup by blinking tears suddenly

-“Why are you here?!”

-he stepped closer

-but you didn’t move

-it didn’t fucking matter anymore.

-“I’m just here to talk, baby.”

-he reached out to you

-and wiped a tear off your face

-you looked so ruined

-it was sad seeing you like this

-it broke him

-but sacrifices had to be made for him to get you one day

-to make you his

-“Talk? Are you kidding me? You've been spying on me, I- taking pictures of me, you creep!.. No!”

-he stepped closer to cup both of your cheeks in his warm palms

-wiping your tears with his thumbs

-“Hey, it's not like that. I just... care about you. A lot. Hm?”

-he sounded fucking crazy

-he is.

-“Fucking care. You’ve been following me.”

-he clicked his tongue

-“Following is such a harsh word. I prefer... keeping an eye out for you.”

-he looked so pretty

-he did it on purpose

-trying to outcharm how fucking insane he was

-all for you

-…

-and the sweet little angel couldn't keep her eyes off the devil.

-“Call me crazy, but I want you.”

-“Oh I AM about to call you fucking crazy.”

-…

-“Go on. That’s fair.”

-wha-

-“I know that I did this wrong, and I’m sorry. I’ll be sorry forever for this. I actually wouldn’t even travel miles just to come to a ball, but you were here. This was my chance.. Look, I know I might come off as a bit... intense. I’m aware. But the truth is, I've never felt this way about anyone before. I know it's probably not the best way to show it, but my feelings for you are real. I love you, more than anything else in this world. And I'll do whatever it takes to prove it to you, if you'll just give me a chance. Please, please don’t doubt my love for you.”

-…

-“It’s the only thing I’m sure of right now.”

-…

-sniff sniff

-he sounded real

-this all really shocked you

-but he was real

-this was real.

-and desperate

-so desperate that out of character

-he lost himself

-over you

-…

-“You’re in love with me.”

-“So much.”

-…

-“You knew the Tae guy?”

-you’re like no other

-fearing for your life but being concerned about someone else’s more

-you’re perfect

-“Tae Young, yeah. Friend. A close one.”

-you took a deep breath

s°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

-“Favorite color?”

-“Green.”

-“That’s the color of your eyes.”

-“I know.”

-this was chill

-eventually, you calmed down

-and now you’re sitting on your couch with him

-oh and he let you change

-privately

-he was respectful though

-“Mmmm… flower?”

-“Tulips.”

-“Basic.”

-“I don’t know much about flowers.”

-he shrugged

-he was nice.

-…

-“Favorite word?”

-he replied with no hesitation

-“Y/N.”

s°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You eventually warmed up to him

He was calm, respectful, sweet

He was perfect?!

It felt wrong at first, but yolo

You quickly learned that he would do anything for you

When you were upset, he let you hurt him

Any bad words from you, he’d lay there and take it

Then you felt bad

And he always forgave you

It was a dynamic

Then you two settled down

And you made friends with his bandmates!

Especially T. and Tae!

Though you’d never tell them how did Robaire make you fall for him..

So yeah

You two made sense after a while

Though you two hoped that your daughter’s love life wouldn’t be like this..

[icebluecyanide]

Alex Rider S03E01 Reaction

So I've already watched all of s3, but I decided for some reason to keep a liveblog & take a moment after every episode to write down my thoughts/predictions/questions at the time. Some of it is very amusingly wrong, but I'm going to share it anyway because I do always enjoy reading liveblogs/reaction posts myself so maybe other people will want to read it too.

Note that while this contains no spoilers for later eps, I have read the book and reference it, so warning for book spoilers and me being unable to stop comparing the two.

Liveblog

Hey I’ve been there! (Malta)

I am petty but I don’t like Alex sharing what Yassen told him with people lol. But I guess they had to make it a group project for the show and it’s not the stuff with his dad which is what Alex in the books felt was too private to share so oh well

Tom and Jerry(/Jay??) ahsdlfhs

Alex thinking Yassen wasn’t lying to him 😭 and he does seem to have kept the part about his dad a secret!

oh damn he wants to destroy Scorpia!! and Kyra also wanting him to, that could cause interesting conflict when he joins them later

also i forgot that Scorpia actually killed Ian in this lol

Kyra is going to do machine learning lol

Love the Alex/Kyra ship fuel with the hurt/comfort scene

ahslfhs how did they even find that villa tho? LIke I thought that was just the piece of wall Mrs Rothman was photographed in front of, surely that gives them no clues about where she’s staying?

And not to be mean but Kyra did kinda bring the stabbing on herself ashdflhs. Going off on her own because she got bored and then expecting Alex to do the fighting and treating the fight weirdly casually

It’s interesting how they seem to have changed Scorpia’s structure/origin story what with Mrs Rothman being elected and there being no client for this operation.

Them referencing Alex getting in with Tom setting fireworks in the books... i mean it's a nice reference but also actually that was more fun than Kyra just being able to hack their way in ngl ahsdlfhs. Not really the show’s fault, but modern tech & computer tricks make spy stories more boring

Also Alex just walked into the party in his suit and honestly this is one of those plots that only works because Otto is not a teenager. If he actually looked like a teen, he would have stood out waaaay too much (which was actually a concern in the book)

Alex grabbing champagne and later putting it back down again haha good way to blend in, I suppose

Getting his phone out?? In the exhibition?? So rude

Love the trend of doctors/scientists in Alex Rider wanting to be paid more for their work. Honestly they deserve it because they won’t even get to publish their extraordinary findings

‘I can hear you breathe’ Love Nile

Nile please how are you surprised at Alex attacking you asdfs

Shame we didn’t get Nile overpowering him like in the books, the difference in their fighting skills was so much bigger there, but I think they made Alex more of a fighter in the show. In the books he mostly needs to rely on the element of surprise and usually when he’s in a fight he’s outmatched and needs to use some form of trickery/his environment to win while show!Alex actually has pretty good fighting skills

I love Nile’s actor but I wish he could have actually taken Alex down like in the book, the way he loses Alex and doesn’t even realise it & thinks he died makes him look a lot less competent tbh

How did Alex climb up there?? And more importantly, how is he getting down haha

I get the feeling Yassen isn't gonna show up until Alex is with Mrs Rothman lol but at least we got to hear his final words ot Alex like four times

Overall

Really exciting, love seeing Malta and I’m intrigued at the differences between the book and the show and where it will lead. 

Thoughts/predictions

I imagine the race Tom’s brother mentioned will play a role and I liked the little bit we got with Tom about his grades being bad and maybe wanting to drop out. I guess Tom’s parents aren’t going through their divorce in the show? Also really enjoyed Alex and Kyra being more invested in the investigation than Tom and how they are apparently planning to take down Scorpia for their families.

I liked how we got to see more from Julia Rothman and Scorpia already and I’m intrigued by what Invisible Sword will be. Love Max having his ‘I have grandkids now’ moment and trying to talk Julia Rothman down and her being like ‘no I want to kill’. Looooved Nile telling Mrs Rothman to shoot him if he ever lost the appetite for killing.

I also really liked Alex talking about his dad and how he had nothing to do with spying and how his world got turned upside down when he learned about his uncle being a spy and now it’s happening again.

Questions

What is Invisible Sword in this?

What’s the deal with Julia inheriting her place at the table? Not sure if I like the new origin story for Scorpia but I’m intrigued by the way they have a council now instead of an executive board and how it changes the vibes.

Are Alex and Tom and Kyra gonna fight?

[marygodwin-bsd]

Rating members of the Port Mafia based on nothing but my own vibes (I haven't seen all of season 3)

This is a part 2. ill post a part 3 with the guild if i wannaaaa and maybe even a pt 4 for some stragglers

Akutagawa Ryunosuke

3/10 for that lung capacity bro ok real talk his design is alright i give it 7/10 I wish atsushi had kept his black streak so they could be more yin/yan but whatever- he kinda looks like he's trying too hard. I shall throw him a 8/10 for that trauma he's holding onto and how desperate he is for dazai's attention that he THROWS HIMSELF OFF A BRIDGE THING anyways voice fits him so 8/10, the ninja suit thing he wears of rashouman when he's fighting Fitzgerald is 10/10 top tier i ENJOY VERY MUCH thank you overall he gets 7/10

Higuchi Ichiyo

oh girl. oh GIRL. 5/10 on her thing with akutagawa because idk if it was me but i couldnt tell she was in love with him like at all... anyways her whole look is basic but effective and does the job so 7/10 on that, 10/10 on her loyalty i like that and also her being basic-looking but that plays into why shes so good at her job??? ok overall 8/10

Chuuya Nakahara

10/10 on looks, we know that, he's not the one I simp for (my heart belongs to Kunikida) but out of all the port mafia dudes this one is a good pic. COOL BACKSTORY 9/10. 8/10 for looks bc he actually looks like a mafia dude who watches mafia movies and despite the weird hair I am kinda into it all the colors go really well im sorry for the abuse from dazai i would throw him a bone but hes already high sooo overall 9/10 because I like the hair but objectively its a weird half mullet

Kōyo Ozaki

9/10 for how much she wants to protect Kyouka. Love her fit, 10/10, gives the perfect vibes and she's probably difficult to animate and I have a lot of respect for it,the umbrella is great. 5/10 for the atsushi abuse. I don't have much to say at this point other than that overall, 7/10

Motojiro Kajii

Ok looks are 4/10 he looks like melanie martinez's ex idk his name but also his vibes are like VECTOR from despicable me???? so 6/10 for that its amusing ANYWAYS. The fact that lemons and grenades make lemonade is a 10/10. the sass he gave Nathaniel Hawthorne was 7/10. the way he talked to Yosano gets him 4/10 overall, 7/10 on average and hes ok I don't dislike him

Rando

I cannot find a gif.

He is fantastic and gorgeous and i love him 10/10 on both how COOL his ability looks and how PRETTY he is. love him. but 4/10 for the chuuya abuse. overall 7/10 we dont know a lot about him

Kyusaku Yumeno

Looks are........ 7/10. very effective and cool but looks like HELL to draw and i don't really like that. the optimal thing would be black and white, but atsushi and akutagawa are black and white, so they gave them brown and purple???? and a weird hat to denote femininity??? I know the point is that no one can tell their gender I'm just saying the hat is unnecesary. Ability is so 9/10 and the resilience is 10/10 because COOL. Tbh i don't actually like how they act so 5/10 on personality i guess but overall 8/10 for coolness

Elise

MY BABY GIRL 10/10 for the SASS she gives- I know she doesnt TECHNICALLY count bc shes the result of an ability but I love her and i need her to STAB MO- this isnt about mori im sorry anyways moving on. design is 10/10 effective easy to draw and aesthetically pleasing with colors. dress is relatively conservative and she stands out against everyone else bc to my knowledge shes the only blond besides Higuchi. 10/10 because i love her and i need more elise content of her being rude to mori bc he deserves every roast and i need her to hit him

Gin Akutagawa

Giiiiiiin baby is 8/10 with the design both ways are effective, she looks great either way. I know very little about her but shes a badass and 7/10 for being the less intense sibling I don't know much about her but she gets an overall 7/10

Michizo Tachihara

10/10 for having the same english voice actor as Ban from SDS. 6/10 for his design, i'm sorry, it doesn't stand out and at first glance I was shocked because i thought he was Junchiro double crossing the ADA.... on his own he's okay but his design doesn't really... tell us anything? although to be FAIR, he basically never shows up so he doesnt have to tell us anything. 4/10 for never being there even though he's super cool overall 6/10 because "I hate to say it i really hate to say it idk who this man is"

Ryuro Hirotsu

Okay... 9/10 for that design, I like it, good old rich guy persona. 4/10 for the fact every time he snaps it bothers me because he's wearing gloves and that doesnt work that way. 7/10 for the voice its aight. 6/10 for how few times i've seen him so far? but hes around more than Tachihara so points for that. 8/10 and y'all know why

Mori Ogai

ugh, gods... THIS DUDE..... 0/10 for his taste in women. 8/10 for his design because he looks like he's copying dracula to try and gain control but its not working so its effective. 3/10 for the dazai abuse. 2/10 for the yosano abuse ive heard about but not seen. 7/10 for his real life counterpart having a daughter and that daughter invented yaoi and im not into yaoi but thats pretty cool?? overall 4/10 because his whole..... everything sucks? but at least he looks okay and he has a character and hes not 1 dimensional.

pt 1 here pt 3 here pt 4 here

[pidayforpi]

Reminiscence

Bugs Bunny swallowed in awe of the archipelago of buildings around him.

He held the plastic folder of documents close to his neatly-ironed dress suit, the contents of which included his resume, recommendation letters, various certificates and qualifications.

When he applied for a position at the Warner Bros Studio, he had known how enormous the company was, both figuratively and literally. But stepping foot on the venue was an entire different feeling.

Actor trailers, movie studios, office buildings, the signature Water Tower...they were all much, much taller than the already tall grey hare. Bugs immediately felt like a nobody in the midst of the studio ground, his already fragile confidence dwindling in the cold wind.

But Bugs promised himself: He had gone through all the application processes up to this step, he would be getting into the building no matter what. Whether he would, for some reason, somehow be allowed to stay, or most likely get kicked out of the premise...Bugs would be sitting through the interview.

Gathering all his (remaining) courage, Bugs stepped through the glass doors, and into the concrete jungle...

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...which was even more complicated in the inside...

The very first problem Bugs encountered was finding where the chairman's office was.

The hare got dizzy just looking at the sheer amount of rooms located in a single corridor. And it didn't help that the clock was ticking, and his heart was racing. Only he was on that floor at that time, without anyone he could ask for help. His shaking hands automatically clenched his folder, slightly wrinkling the paper inside.

Just when a thought of giving up and leaving passed through Bugs' mind, someone placed a hand on his trembling shoulder.

Caught by surprise, Bugs involuntarily screamed out, dropping himself and all the documents onto the floor. For a moment, he was so scared that the person was the chairman who would be conducting the interview, as a situation like that would give a very bad impression. He kept his eyes shut, fearing for the worst, until a hand reached out to him.

"Hey...Are you alright?"

The trembling newbie slowly opened his eyes, and saw a black duck in front of him. The waterfowl kindly extended his hand, offering to help Bugs up.

Still hadn't recovered from the initial shock, Bugs took the duck's hand, struggling to get up, but all words he wanted to say came out as unintelligible stammers.

"There, there..."

Unbothered by the hare's nervousness, the duck softly patted away any dust on Bugs' suit, and then kneed down to help pick up the scattered paper. Swiftly, he gathered all the documents into the folder, and handed it back to Bugs with a smile.

"Here you go, pal."

Bugs meekly received his belongings, moved by that sudden act of kindness in the otherwise unfamiliar territory. When he was thinking of how to thank his saviour, the duck seemed to have read his mind.

"The chairman's office is the last one down the corridor, to the right. Good luck, colleague."

"Um...thank you for your help...! B-but I am just here for the interview, actually..."

Bugs corrected the black duck that he wasn't - and mostly likely wouldn't be - his colleague. Not a chance in hell would Warner Bros really hire him.

To which, the duck merely chuckled.

"You're gonna make it. I believe in you. We will get famousth here, together."

The duck exclaimed with a wink, a thumbs-up, and a little lisp.

'We don't even know each other...' Bugs pouted slightly at the duck's overwhelming trust, but felt heart-warmed nonetheless.

"T-thank you so much! How may I call you, mister...?"

Before he departed for the interview, Bugs had just one last question.

"Just call me Daffy. Daffy Duck."

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"...Congratulations, to our Warner superstar...Bugs Bunny!"

Thaddeus Plotz gestured to Bugs with his open hand and a big friendly smile.

"Y-y-y-yay! Congratulations, B-B-B-B-Bugs...!"

"Boy, I say, boy! You deserve it!"

"Good for you, ya long-eared vermin!"

"Beep beep!"

"Hooray, amigo! Hooray!"

On the other side of the toons, Bugs Bunny stood on stage, his already large eyes widened at the sudden attention his fellow cast members were giving him.

When Chairman Plotz ordered him to go to Stage 23 at once, Bugs predicted anything but him being crowned as the mascot of Warner Bros Studio. Upon hanging up, he immediately dropped his sandwich lunch, and rushed to the appointed destination as fast as he could. Among the many possibilities, he was dead-set on him screwing up big time, and being called on stage for an angry yelling or a bone-chilling appraisal.

Just last week, he did stay up so late watching old Warner cartoons, he didn't notice the clock had already struck 3:00am. And the next day, a sleep-deprived Bugs arrived at the studio late, kept forgetting his lines, and totally broke his voice. Bugs had never felt so embarrassed since he had (somehow) been admitted into Warner Bros.

Actually, he was so scared, he meekly asked his best friend Daffy Duck to accompany him just so he could have the courage to walk to Stage 23. His legs turned to jelly just thinking about what would soon be happening to him.

And when what would happen really happened, Bugs' legs still turned to jelly. Because he couldn't move a step. He stood there, dumbfounded, as confetti fell onto his grey fur, and cheers echoed through his long ears.

The grey hare stood still, turning his head (the only body part he could move) to face his black duck friend. Daffy was standing on the side of the backstage, smiling happily for his friend, giving him a silent but genuine applause.

Daffy didn't know his long-eared friend would be awarded the greatest honour for a Looney Tunes star. Mister Plotz and the other toons must have hidden the news from Daffy as well, as they knew very well how close the duck and the hare were.

When Bugs asked him to come along, he just knew he needed to be there to support his nervous good friend, whatever the event would be. Since the morning they first met, on Bugs' interview day, Daffy had known how neurotic his new friend could be. Bugs usually acted cool and calm on set or in public, but Daffy alone knew how fast his heart was thumping. He knew Bugs had been trying his best, and all Daffy could do was be there for him.

Bugs felt his breath picking up its pace, as his heart beat against his white chest. He looked at Daffy in earnest, beckoning the duck to come on stage with him. However, Daffy gently shook his head, the smile never waning from his bill. Daffy intentionally stayed hidden behind the curtains, as he knew there must be cameras filming Bugs at that historical moment.

"Here you go, Mister Bunny!"

Chairman Plotz's words brought Bugs' sight back to his audience downstage. He revealed what he had been hiding behind him and beneath a white velvet cloth, and presented it to a dumbfounded Bugs:

A figurine made out of pure gold and platinum, of none other than Bugs Bunny himself.

Bugs felt his normally eloquent tongue became paralysed, as all words coming out of his mouth resulted in stutters and stammers. With his shaky gloved finger, he pointed to the statue, and then to himself, as if asking whether that magnificent sculpture really belonged to him.

In response, Thaddeus Plotz stuffed the figurine into Bugs' hands with a smile.

"No need to be shy! It's all yours, boy! You deserve it!"

Bugs held the golden sculpture tightly, fearing his shaking hands would drop the prize that definitely did not belong to him. He had just been an actor for half a decade, and worked under Warner Bros Studio for even less time. And now, this newbie was being awarded the highest honour a toon could ever ask for? It all felt too great to be true, yet what was happening in front of his eyes was undoubtedly the truth. Bugs would have been convinced that it was a prank, if only Thaddeus Plotz hadn't been a part. Chairman Plotz does not joke.

"So, anything you wanna say on your big day, superstar?"

Bugs couldn't say anything. He didn't know what to say. He bowed to his colleagues in gratitude, repeating many "thank you" to the other Looney Tunes. He forced a smile amidst overflowing tears, which kept dropping onto the wooden floor. Cheers and applauses filled the stage, showering Bugs in attention and support that he had never thought he would obtain.

Then, Bugs froze. Time froze as well, and everything and everyone appeared slowed-down. Sound became muffled, even though the hare's sensitive long ears were working more than fine.

Bugs stared at the golden figurine in his hands, feeling the smooth, cool metal. It was everything he had wished for. It was the best day of his life. It should be.

He even asked his best friend to come along with him, to witness him getting the prize that everyone wanted. And that made Bugs feel even worse.

Bugs looked behind him again, his eyes locking with those of a certain black duck. Daffy was still backstage, carefully hidden from the spotlight while clapping for his best friend. The moment belonged to Bugs, and he deserved every second of it. The duck's smile was kind and genuine, his heart entirely happy for the hare. He had seen how hard Bugs had been working, after all. From the day the grey hare stepped into the Warner Bros building, Daffy had been accompanying him on his way to stardom. And now that Bugs' hard work paid off, Daffy couldn't be happier for his friend.

However, Daffy didn't notice: That in Bugs' eyes was not happiness, but a shade of melancholy.

"You deserve it!" As said by Chairman Plotz. But did he really?

Looking at the smiling Daffy, all the pride he had felt immediately turned into shame.

Tears dropped, with a taste of guilt.

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"S-sir, I-I hope you could r-reconsider this d-decision..."

Said Bugs, to Chairman Plotz, in the Chairman's office.

That was the bravest thing Bugs had ever done, even more so than when he entered the same office for his job interview. If Bugs were asked to do the same thing today, he wouldn't be so sure if he would have the courage to repeat that bold move.

To be frank, not even Bugs knew where that dose of courage had come from. Chairman Plotz was not known for being nice.

"O-or was that an a-act...? A s-stunt...? If y-yes, I would be h-happy to r-return this to y-you..."

Saying that Bugs wasn't scared would be a lie. He tried his best to stop his gloved hands from shaking, the same pair of hands that had received the golden figurine just a few hours ago, and were now holding it tightly. He also tried to speak as clearly as possible, holding down the immense stutters that should have spilled from his muzzle.

It was the same day as the afternoon when Bugs was crowned as the Warner Superstar. That actually made Bugs even more nervous, as he feared his "bold" and "rude" action would be viewed as newfound hubris.

But however scared he was...however bad the timing was...Bugs knew he had to do it at that moment. He could not keep what he did not own in the first place.

Because the statue definitely did not belong to him. He definitely did not deserve that title.

When his senior and best friend Daffy Duck was more befitting for that honour.

Perhaps it was this notion that gave him the greatest of courage.

"It's no joke, Mister Bunny. The prize is really yours to claim."

Chairman Plotz appeared calm, but everyone knew there must be at least a small fire behind the smile.

"I would love a good joke, but this is unfortunately not one."

Bugs knew his boss was being uncharacteristically nice to him, giving him a chance to back off like nothing had happened, lest the conversation ended in a shout. Bugs was already grateful of his employer for not kicking him out of the office immediately, but he couldn't let the matter slide. Even if it meant holding back tears and trying to act tough when his heart was about to jump out.

"I understand, b-but..."

"I have seen you working very hard since the day you first stepped into this room, Bugs. That's why you are holding your well-deserved prize in your hands right now, no? Don't sell yourself short, kid."

Yes. Chairman Plotz was being exceptionally patient towards Bugs, to the point that the hare felt guilty in pushing the matter further.

"Sir, p-please...!"

Bugs, against the common sense of any Warner employee, took a step forward.

"I...I do not deserve this."

Bugs sulked, his shoulders dropping and ears drooping. The tall hare suddenly seemed to look shorter than the already short Thaddeus Plotz.

"What makes you say that, kid?"

Chairman Plotz asked, his confusion and curiosity naturally softening his voice.

Bugs looked onto the floor.

The carpet on the floor started to become blurry, before Bugs blinked to clear his vision.

"...Daffy..."

Bugs clenched his fists.

"...Daffy Duck..."

Yet still, a tear escaped.

"Daffy has been a Looney Tune for longer than I have. He works much harder than me, much more than me. He is the most talented actor, and the most diligent colleague I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. Yet, no one ever appreciates him..."

"Yet, the one with the prize is me...""

Bugs bit his tongue with his buck tooth, feeling the emotions surging from his throat.

"Daffy is the entire reason I am here. He is my senior, and my best friend. He is the kindest partner I could ever ask for. He helped me when I was a newbie...and before I was one. If...if I had not met him, I would not have been up to this point in my life."

Bugs looked at the figurine of himself in his hands, now a golden smear.

"Bugs..."

Chairman Plotz tried to intercept, but Bugs continued. At this point, he couldn't care less about etiquette.

"...I can't hold onto this, when Daffy isn't the owner. I don't deserve my title, when Daffy isn't granted his. When I looked at him this afternoon, I felt...ashamed to even be on stage..."

"I am sorry, Mister Plotz...Please, take it back..."

"...I don't deserve any of this..."

"I..."

Bugs choked on his own words, his shivering body was now shaking visibly. Although concealed behind his drooping ears, his eyes were clearly tearing up, as teardrops fell down onto the figurine in his hands. It would just be a little more before the grey hare would collapse under his crippling guilt.

Chairman Plotz was at a loss for words, as well. He knew Bugs was an emotional fellow, and he cared for him (as much as Plotz didn't want to admit), but he couldn't just take the prize back and give it to another person. Even just taking the title back would be a big trouble: The world already knew Bugs was the new Warner mascot now. What would everyone think if that honour was "confiscated" on the same day? It wasn't as simple as Bugs just "giving it up" might seem.

But how would Plotz explain to the crying hare? He was never the best with words, and definitely the worst at comforting. The least thing he wanted was to get stressed out and lose his temper, which never ended well.

Just when Chairman Plotz was thinking about how to deal with Bugs, someone came into the room, at the worst and best timing ever.

"It's okay, pal."

Daffy placed a feathered hand on Bugs' shoulder, the hare immediately recognising that familiar voice from behind.

Immediately, Bugs started to panic. He didn't tell Daffy about his protest. He didn't want Daffy to know at all. Because Bugs knew he wouldn't accept the prize otherwise, if Daffy knew his honour was the result of his partner shamelessly begging their boss.

Bugs turned around, the shock causing him to trip on the carpet and fall backwards. The golden figurine slipped out of his hands, however landing on the soft surface safely.

Bugs sat up on the floor, covering his face with his trembling gloved hands, though his sobbing only intensified and echoed throughout the small office room. He didn't want Daffy to see him crying like this, as well, because now he would never accept the prize at the expense of his friend's tears.

Because Bugs was his best friend, too.

"There, there, cry it all out..."

Daffy got down to Bugs' level, giving him a big, warm hug, patting him on his back. The affection caused Bugs to cry harder, his overflowing tears dropping onto the carpeted floor, staining the fabric.

"Boss, the carpet's on me. Put it on my check."

Daffy said to Chairman Plotz, who could only stammer in surprise and nod rapidly. Not that he would need to replace a carpet just because of a few teardrops, nor he would need his employee to pay for it, but he didn't know how to response at that moment otherwise.

Before he could find a way to reject that kind offer, Daffy was back to comforting Bugs. Plotz could only observe from his table, dumbfounded and moved at the same time.

"D-D-Daffy...I...I'm so sorry..."

Bugs stuttered amidst his sorrowful sobs, to which Daffy gently squeezed the hare in their embrace.

"Shh...Don't you ever say that...Didn't you work very, very hard for today? We all saw you doing your best; and now, we are all happy for you."

Daffy held Bugs' shoulders, giving him a gentle smile. Tears were still flowing down his puffed-up cheeks, the poor hare's eyes were swollen with crying.

"B-but..."

Bugs gathered his strength to look Daffy in the eyes, though what he saw was only a black and orange smear.

"...D-Daffy...You have been working so hard, for so long...You have worked harder than anyone else...You have done so much for me...! This prize should belong to you...And yet you get nothing!"

"I...I can't accept this...I couldn't do anything for you in return...I betrayed you...!"

"...without you, I don't deserve anything..."

A surge of emotions caused the hare to choke on his sobs, as if something invisible was stuck in his throat.

"I am sorry...I am sorry..."

Was all Bugs could mutter, before he was pulled into another hug, a much softer and warmer one. Bugs couldn't hold the guilt in his shattering heart anymore, his overflowing emotions manifesting into wails of sorrow.

Daffy gently stroke the hare's long ears, for he knew that would always calm his heart. Daffy was genuinely happy for his friend, after all, and he wanted Bugs to know just that. Bugs needed not to repay the favour, if there was any to begin with. Daffy needed no figurine, title nor honour.

Being together was already the best gift Daffy could ask for.

"You deserve it, Bugs. All of it."

Daffy whispered to his partner, as Bugs cried over his shoulders.

"And I am so, so proud of you."

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"You alright, Bugsy Boy?"

Bugs jumped at the familiar voice of the duck.

"D-D-Daffy! P-please stop scaring me like t-that...! Especially not in public..."

Bugs puffed his cheeks in frustration, yet it was actually himself that he was annoyed with. Daffy was already the closest person Bugs had in the Studio, yet it seemed like every time his name was called he would suffer a mini heart attack. More importantly, being a scaredy cat in reality did nothing to help with his persona as presented in spotlights and camera flashes.

"My bad, pal. But I'm glad you are aware we are in public. Don't want those paparazzis witnessing the smug, cool Bugs Bunny freaking out."

That evening was the annual dinner party involving Warner Bros Studio and others in the entertainment industry. It would have been just a dinner party, if it hadn't been the first one since Bugs had become the literal mascot of Warner Bros Studio.

Previously, he could have just hidden in the shadows of the chandelier, chatting with Daffy, Porky and Speedy until the occasion was over. Now, hiding in anywhere, or from anything/anyone had become a mission impossible. Bugs was the spotlight of the night, and he was unfortunately aware of that fact.

"I-I know...! It's just..."

Bugs rubbed the back of his furry neck, looking "uncharacteristically" bashful. Right now, Bugs and Daffy were in suits, holding wine glasses in their hands. They were both looking forward, scanning for any cameras in sight while appearing as natural as could be (at least, for the nervous hare).

"I...don't even drink, you know..."

Bugs frowned at the pungent smell of red wine in his hand.

"Don't worry. Just hold it like a pro, and no one will question you."

Daffy smiled, as he replied to Bugs without moving his line of sight.

A moment of silence ensued between the two, chatters, footsteps and clanking of utensils filling the quiet void. A minute later, a gasp broke the muteness.

"D-Daffy...could I-I h-h-hold your h-hand...?"

Then came the clattering of teeth, and the knocking of knees.

Daffy didn't need to look to know Bugs was scared. The source of his fear - the group of reporters and cameramen advancing towards the duo - could be seen by the duck as well.

"Sorry Bugs. Not here, not now."

Daffy calmly declined, even if his heart really wanted to obey. They were already spotted.

"P-please...!"

"I c-can't d-do it without y-y-you...!"

The fear in the hare's heart grew exponentially with every second, his thumping heartbeat as loud as a thumping rabbit's foot.

Taking a glance at his partner's terrified expression - so poorly hidden beneath a nonchalant facade - Daffy felt his heart soften. As the interviewers approached, Daffy went behind Bugs, and gave him a literal pat on the back.

"Don't worry. You can do it. I'll be there for you."

Daffy reappeared on Bugs' left side. He gave Bugs an encouraging smile, and a friendly wink, before engaging with the reporters.

"Heya. Whatcha doin', party people?"

Daffy showed his "signature" boastful attitude, giving Bugs a cue and a head start to get into character. When Daffy's leading, Bugs could always slip in so naturally.

"Nyeh...What's up, doc'?"

The crowd raised an eyebrow at Daffy's initial, uninvited appearance, but their smiles soon returned when they saw the star they had been wanting to interview.

Bugs swirled the glass of wine in his gloved hand, doing his best to subdue the shaking in his limb.

"Bugs Bunny, it's such a pleasure to meet you!"

The reporter extended a hand with a cheerful smile, to which Bugs shook his hand in courtesy.

"Nah...The pleasure's all mine, doc'."

'So far, so good...' Bugs thought to himself. He took a peek at his side: His best friend was still there. He really kept his words.

"Oh, you are too nice, Mister Bunny! To be greeted by the new Warner Superstar..."

The mention of that title did make Bugs' fur jump a bit, but he did his best to maintain his composure.

"That's nothing, really..."

Bugs hid his shock with a chuckle. The swirling of the liquid got slightly faster.

"Oh, you are being too humble, Mister Bunny! That is nothing sort of nothing! It's the highest honour a Looney Tune could ask for! Congratulations!"

The reporter once again extended his hand, but he promptly grabbed Bugs' free hand, and shook it quite intensely. The move caught Bugs by surprise, causing him to nearly spill the liquid in his hand. The hare tried to appear alright in the small commotion, but he could start to feel cracks in his facade.

"Hey! Why don't cha take a look at me? The famous, extraordinary...Daffy Duck!"

Daffy suddenly exclaimed, even striking a flamboyant pose. All eyes were really turned to the loud duck, although it was mostly due to surprise. Their curious sight became annoyance shortly after, but not before Daffy catching everyone's attention for a moment.

On the other side, Bugs was less surprised by Daffy's action, but more touched by it. He knew exactly why Daffy was doing that, and it was all because of him: His partner was drawing the attention away from him, buying him time to recover from shock once more. Bugs swiftly took a deep breath, fixing his suit and fur, before the attention returned. He didn't have time to thank Daffy for the help, but he made sure he would do so afterwards.

"...so, Mister Bunny...How is it like to be the mascot of Warner Bro Studio? Are you proud to be granted this title?"

Clenching his fist behind his back, Bugs put out his best performance in front of the cameras, as he always did.

He answered questions after questions, replied inquiries with a bright smile and a confident heart. Although he didn't have the chance to look around him, Bugs was sure his partner was still somewhere near him, ready to save him whenever he needed help.

Bugs didn't even have the opportunity to check his watch. Perhaps it had just been thirty minutes, but the onslaught of questions made Bugs feel like hours had passed.

Eventually, Bugs' adrenaline ran out, but the reporters' showed no signs of even depleting. Among the various sounds entering his sensitive ears, his racing heart could be heard thumping loudly again. He could feel cold sweat forming on the tip of his fur, and underneath it his body heating up. After a minute or two, when his vision started to become blurry, it was his signal to go.

But how? Surrounded by crowds of people, and focused on by every eye, there was no way Bugs could just slip away. Excusing himself was equally difficult, now that everyone's trying to talk to him. But doing nothing was also a no-go, because Bugs was sure he would faint right away if it kept up, and that would not look good.

Then, when he needed help, his partner was there to save him.

"Enough!"

Daffy yelled out, dramatically making his way through the crowd, pushing whoever and whatever was in his path.

"It's always 'Mister Bunny this', 'Mister Bunny that'...Can't you see there's another Looney Tune here?! Perhaps a more handsome, talented 'Mister Duck'? Hmm?"

Daffy literally pushed Bugs out of the limelight, though both of them knew that was an act of kindness. With Bugs blended into the sea of people, and Daffy having everyone's attention once more, the hare successfully slipped out of the crowd.

It was only when he was alone could Bugs thoroughly feel how stressed out he had been: His hands were shaking even though he wasn't cold. His legs were weak even though he didn't run. If Daffy hadn't intercepted, Bugs was sure he would have passed out right then and there.

Behind him, his ears picked up the annoyed grunts of the reporters, complaining how the "vain, rude" Daffy Duck was always stealing the spotlight. Even a few insults were thrown, causing his long ears to wince. Bugs took one last glance over his shoulder: Daffy was surrounded by everyone, though that was only a deduction based on his loud voice, as his short figure could not be seen in the wave of people present.

Holding a tear in until he was truly alone, Bugs quietly excused himself out of the dinning hall.

...after he made another mental note, one to say thank you and sorry to Daffy when it was all over.

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"W-why...why are you so nice to me...?"

In a two-storey house, somewhere in Burbank, California, Bugs asked his roommate in their shared living room.

"Why so sudden, Bugsy pal?"

Daffy Duck tilted his head, on which there was a colourful paper cone hat. He smiled at his partner, putting a homemade carrot cake on the coffee table in front of the hare.

"N-no...! I-I don't m-mean to be...!"

Afraid that he might have offended his friend, Bugs anxiously shook his head and waved his hands. It was the 27th of July, after all. The last thing Bugs would have wanted would be sounding like an ungrateful brat on his own birthday.

"Hey. No offence taken, buddy. You bunnies...always so emotional."

Daffy teased with a playful wink, to which Bugs puffed his cheeks in embarrassment. He then let his breath out in a sigh, staring at the cake Daffy had made for his big day.

"It's just...something I have always wanted to ask you..."

Bugs bit his lower lips with his buck tooth, his gloved hands unconsciously balling into fists on his lap.

"Why wouldn't I be? You are my best friend, Bugs."

Daffy sat down next to Bugs, together on the couch.

"Then why did you become my best friend in the first place? I...I have nothing good for you..."

"...I am nothing but trouble..."

Bugs lowered his head, his long ears drooped over his eyes.

Daffy looked at his partner with concern, but said nothing. He only scooted a bit closer to Bugs, giving him time to express himself.

"I was such an ignorant newbie back then, always asking this and that. I was always so clumsy and slow, lagging behind everyone."

"But you didn't leave me alone. You came to my help, even though I didn't ask you to, even though I just kept giving you more troubles...You answered all my dumb questions patiently...You helped me rehearse and practise, no matter how many times I might take..."

"Even on the first day we met, I was already giving you trouble..."

Daffy put his hand on the sulking hare's shoulder, smiling in sympathy.

"Hey, don't say that, buddy. There weren't any 'troubles' to start with. I did those things all by my own decisions..."

Bugs looked at the carrot cake on the glass table, his eyes tinted in guilt: As far as Bugs knew, Daffy didn't know anything about baking. He must have either asked their neighbours for guidance, or done numerous research on his own, just to make his best friend's favourite confection. Either way, how could Bugs overlook how many difficulties Daffy had put himself in, just to make him smile?

Bugs closed his eyes, holding his heavy breath.

"That day. The first day we met. The day of my interview...Weren't you supposed to be at an audition...?"

Daffy's smile immediately dimmed. Because Bugs wasn't supposed to know that. But, then again, it had been so many years. Some secrets were bound to spill themselves.

"Because you stopped to help me, to comfort me, you missed the audition for 'A Wild Duck'...You missed your biggest role at that time...A role you had been training so hard for..."

"And I..."

Bugs bit his lips harder, the strength of which left a mark afterwards.

"...I took it from you..."

Both actors knew what had happened, in the summer of 1940. "A Wild Hare" was Bugs' debut show, and was also what spread his name and skyrocketed his fame, paving his inevitable way of becoming a Warner Superstar.

Back when Bugs was just a nervous, eager newbie, he accepted his first job at the Studio without thinking it through. When the director recruited Bugs to star alongside his senior Elmer Fudd, the hare only smiled, nodded and thanked.

He didn't know that role should have belonged to someone else.

Someone very close to him. Someone who gave up that opportunity just to help a helpless interviewee he didn't even know.

And for many years, Bugs had just taken it for granted. Of course he wholeheartedly thanked those who had helped him, the people who had supported him throughout the years, so he could be in the position he was in now. He was sure to recognise their love and guidance, but he just didn't know how deep the hidden price was.

And Daffy would never want Bugs to find out, just as Bugs would never want Daffy to know he had tried to give his celebrity title and golden figurine to his best friend.

"Perhaps you shouldn't have met me in the first place. Perhaps, if you had just walked past me, you would be in a better place now..."

Bugs tried his best to suppress his tears, although his heart was sour as a lemon.

Daffy frowned slightly. He scooted closer to the hare, placing his feathered hand gently on those gloved ones.

"To be honest...I don't know."

Daffy leaned back on the couch, the reminiscence of that fateful day reappearing on his mind.

"I didn't know why I did that then. I don't know why I did that now. My body just moved on its own. And when I realised, you were already in front of me."

"You know, I guess it was just fate. I couldn't really change that. Even if I had decided to ignore everything and go straight to the audition, I would have still encountered you. That's just the way it is."

"But..."

Daffy cupped Bugs' cheeks, turning his face so that they were looking eye to eye.

"If I could choose again, I would still choose to meet you."

"Because if it means meeting a wonderful someone in my life, something is worth giving up."

Upon seeing Daffy's kind smile, the tears so forcibly held back flowed down in a stream. Bugs hugged his partner, crying over Daffy's shoulder. The duck returned the embrace, softly patting the hare's back. He knew Bugs must have held this "guilt" in heart for so long, and he was happy his friend could finally let it all out, no matter the time nor occasion. He never wished for Bugs to feel bad for him.

After all, to Daffy, meeting Bugs was worth giving up everything.

"D-Daffy...I am so sorry...You should have been the star...You should have been the one on stage..."

"For all you have done for me, I can't do anything for you in return..."

Bugs let his pent-up sorrow out in his partner's embrace, his emotions manifesting into sobs and tears. Meeting Daffy was the best thing to have happened to Bugs, and he just wanted to repay Daffy for his love and kindness. In the end, however, it was Daffy who had helped Bugs achieved his dreams, but Bugs who had taken Daffy's. Daffy never complained, to him or to anyone, but that was what made his heart hurt the most.

Yet, little did Bugs know...

Meeting him was also the best thing to have happened to Daffy.

"You bunnies...always so emotional..."

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In a vacant classroom, an adult black duck was sitting down on a chair, patiently listening to the ramblings of a child green duck.

"I just can't stand that buck-toothed Buster!"

Plucky Duck was stomping around the classroom, jumping up and down in anger. Daffy was sitting at a side, waiting for his student to finish his complaint.

"Always the best in class...Always the best in form...Always the best every time...! Isn't it my turn already?!"

At the prospect of Buster Bunny getting another prize on stage, Plucky pulled his feathers and gritted his bill.

"Well, I am sick of that obnoxious rabbit! Why am I always the runner-up? Ain't I just as clever? Hard-working? Dashing? What's so good about that...that no-good bunny?!"

Listening intently, Daffy had been expecting Plucky to be jealous of Bugs' protégé. It was obvious to Daffy, and to everyone, actually. When the prideful Plucky requested to talk to his mentor, Daffy already guessed that it had something to do with the sky-blue rabbit.

"You understand that, right? Mister Duck? I know you have been working very hard at the Studio too! You are even one of the earliest Looney Tunes! How could you not be number one already?!"

Plucky turned to his teacher, his eyes full of fury, jealousy, as well as empathy for Daffy. Even before entering Acme Looniversity, the duck actor had been Plucky's idol. What had inspired Plucky was his explosive, expressive performance that no one could replicate. Not even Yosemite Sam could do that, not with the charm or wits of the black duck. To be Daffy's protégé was Plucky's dream come true; but seeing how Daffy couldn't make his come true, Plucky felt terribly sorry for his teacher.

Daffy of course knew the young duck was feeling bad for him, and he deeply appreciated it. In fact, Plucky wasn't the only one to have felt unfair for Daffy. Especially from those who knew what Daffy really was like, words of sympathy weren't uncommon. Daffy had been there almost since the dawn of Warner Bros Studio, but he had never been the one under the limelight. He wasn't unknown nor unloved, but for a talented and kind person like Daffy, the reward was far from equal.

"I know you are upset, Plucky."

Daffy smiled gently at the young student, although he didn't know what meaningful things to say.

"I see that you have been working very, very hard. I know you have been trying your best every day, and I applaud your immense efforts."

Plucky grinned slightly at being praised by his favourite teacher, but his smile soon dimmed once more.

"I...I just don't understand...How Buster could seemingly do nothing, but win everything...Even if he was working hard, ain't I just as hard-working?"

"I...I can't do anything more...I have done my best..."

"...I hate that rabbit...I envy him..."

Plucky signed, sitting down on a plastic stool.

"...Don't you ever feel the same towards Bugs Bunny?"

In his disheartened state, Plucky unwittingly muttered out, before covering his bill in panic.

It would have been okay with anyone else. But not Daffy and Bugs, because everyone knew how close the pair were. They were inseparable, from their days together at Warner Bros Studio, to teaching together at Acme Acres, and living together at Burbank. Although Bugs was always the number one Looney Tune, there's no way Daffy would be jealous of him, right? After all, Daffy was the one to have supported Bugs to this day. He would never hold any grievances towards his partner, wouldn't he? How rude of Plucky to make such an assumption?

However, before Plucky could apologise, Daffy replied first, and unexpectedly.

"I would be lying if I said I didn't."

In surprise, Plucky turned to his teacher, who was now slouching on the chair, his face turned to the floor.

"M-Mister Duck...? You don't...you don't have to say that to make me feel better..."

To which Daffy smirked, but his gentle smile was now covered with a faint shade of melancholy.

"I am not lying either, Plucky."

Daffy stood up from the chair, looking outside of the window, at the whole of Acme Acres. It might be too far away to see the Warner Bro Studio building; but in Daffy's eyes, it was just in front of him.

"I have never told anyone this before, so please do help me keep it a secret."

Plucky stared at the figure of his mentor, speechless and in shock. He had never seen his idol like that.

"B-but...I thought you and Mister Bunny were very close..."

Daffy smiled.

"We are very close. We have always been. We are even roomies now."

"But even then..."

Daffy let out a silent sigh. He was still struggling whether he should continue. Part of him was chastising himself for being so emotional, telling so much to a child...or to anyone. Yet, another part of him - a deep part of him - felt like he had held his feeling in him for too long. He didn't even tell Porky or Speedy about it, no matter how close they were, and how tight-lipped the pig and the mouse were.

"I would be lying if I said I weren't at least a bit jealous of Bugs."

Through the classroom window, Daffy could see the school playground, on which were two long-eared mammals: Bugs was laughing with his beloved student Buster, whether it was an acting practice or a genuine laughter. Of course Daffy would love to see Bugs smile so happily - He would love nothing more than that.

However, sometimes...just sometimes...Daffy did hope that the person on stage had been him instead.

He would never admit it, but that golden figurine was actually something he had dreamed of for years. And it would be a lie for Daffy to say he had never felt unfair.

He had been in the theatre earlier than Bugs. He had been working for his dream longer than Bugs. To a neutral bystander, Daffy should have been the one to reach the goal first. Yet, in the end, it was Bugs who struck gold in his first strike.

Not unlike what Plucky had just said, but only that Daffy had kept those in his heart.

"So I definitely, definitely understand what you are feeling, Plucky."

Daffy kneeled down to Plucky's level, and placed a hand on the young duck's shoulder.

"But...Come here..."

Daffy guided his student to the windows, and signalled with his eyes to the two rabbit and hare on the playground. The two mammals were sitting on the ground, smiling so brightly their buck teeth were fully shown. Upon seeing such a silly scene, Plucky couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

"Buster is your friend, right?"

Plucky's heart skipped a beat at that sudden, seemingly challenging question, but answered nonetheless, despite being a bit embarrassed to admit.

"Well...yea."

Plucky scratched the back of his neck, looking away from his teacher, and towards the sky-blue rabbit kit below.

"...Buster is a nice guy. He's friendly, kind, charming, funny...He always invites me to play with him, and never complains when I am being clumsy or stupid...He always waits for me, too, even when I have remedial classes or after-school work..."

"...He's my best friend, actually..."

"B-but...!"

Twiddling with his fingers, Plucky felt extremely ambivalent about his best buddy.

"What I just said was also my true feeling...I know I shouldn't be jealous of my best friend, but...I can't pretend that feeling doesn't exist..."

"...I feel confused."

Daffy glanced at the young duck, as if he was looking into a mirror.

He closed his eyes for a moment, and took a subtle yet deep breath. He couldn't be emotional when he was the counsellor, no matter how close the situation was to his heart.

"Plucky..."

"It's okay to feel that way. Feelings never have right or wrong. You can't help it too, can you?"

Daffy looked at the grey hare adult down there.

"I understand your conflicted heart, because I also have a Buster in my life."

"It was very hard to fight off those thoughts. You won't even want to admit to yourself that you are having such evil feelings towards a person you love."

"However, as time goes by...Once you understand something, those emotions will slowly fade away..."

Plucky turned his head to Daffy curiously.

"What is it...?"

To which Daffy smiled warmly.

"If you really love someone, their smile is your happiness."

"For them, you could give up something you once treasured so dearly, for they are now the one you treasure the most. You could throw away your lifelong dreams, for they are now the dream you wish for the most."

"It sounds crazy, even as I am saying this now, but it is true."

"...When I close my eyes...When I remember that day...That bright smile of Bugs', when he held that award tightly in his shaking hands..."

"...Everything is worth it."

Plucky shifted his sight to his best friend Buster.

"Even...even giving up on your ambition?"

And Daffy turned his eyes to his bestie Bugs.

"...Especially that."

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[Major spoilers for Space Jam 2: A New Legacy, canon (?) main character death (?). If you have watched the movie you will know.]

"BUGS...!"

Daffy held his partner close to himself. As if he hadn't done better, Bugs would have drifted away from his arms.

Which was untrue, because seeing as the hare's body flickered in and out of existence, Daffy realised however tightly he could hold, his partner would still inevitable fade away.

"Oh, Daffy...Don't be such a drama queen..."

Bugs merely smiled as he lied down on Daffy's lap, his drowsy eyes looking up at the solemn expressions of his colleagues, and the teary face of his best friend.

It seemed like a bizarre-looking basketball field in the middle of nowhere, but Bugs knew exactly where they were: Back at the Warner Bro Studio, where everything first started. And with all his fellow Looney Tunes around him, Bugs had nothing to regret anymore.

"You dumb bunny...What were you even thinking?!"

Tears kept flowing down Daffy's eyes. He witnessed his teardrops falling through his partner's now-translucent torso, hitting the field below with a painful sound. Daffy hugged Bugs even more tightly, absolutely terrified that Bugs would slip away from his fingers at any moment now.

"Heh...I'm a toon, Daffy...I won't...die so easily..."

Daffy shook Bugs in a fit of anger, although his intensified crying signalled whom the anger was directed to.

"You're just an actor, Bugs! You knew you would die! You knew it all along! And you still chose to...!"

"Well, d-doc...After all...I'm Bugs Bunny, the Warner Supersta-"

"STOP IT!"

Daffy raised his hand in frustration, about to slap the hare in the face. But looking at his dying partner's smile...the smile he would soon miss...Daffy only pounded the cold hard ground with his fist.

"I don't want your stupid smug facade now! I don't want the Bugs Bunny everyone knows! I just want..."

"...the Bugs Bunny I know...The timid, polite, dumb hare that I know..."

Bugs weakly lifted his gloved hand, cupping Daffy's face with a fragile smile.

"I guess that means I finally did a good job...? Eh, senior Daffy...?"

Daffy would have scolded Bugs for still teasing him at such a time, but it was as if his throat had been jammed, causing him to choke on his words. He never thought he would be the one to cry out so intensely. He had counselled the emotional hare for many, many times. At the last moment of his partner's life, however, Daffy cried harder than his partner had ever done, and he would finally be the one to be comforted, by his beloved Bugs Bunny.

Daffy gasped upon seeing Bugs' figure glitched out for a second, his heart dropping at the aspect that he would never hear his partner's last words. When the flickering subsided, Bugs' faint smile returned, though weaker by every second.

"Just why...why did take that shot...Why wouldn't you just let the basketball guy do it...Why did you have to...sacrifice yourself..."

To which Bugs wiped away the tears on those black feathers, gently touching the duck's tear-stained face.

"Well...I promised I would repay the favour, didn't I...?"

Daffy's eyes immediately widened. Tears stopped for a short moment, but the heartache only intensified.

"B-Bugs..."

Daffy looked down onto the ground, his body shaking from the mixed feeling. Water marks formed on the basketball field from his teardrops.

"...you dumb bunny..."

"...I don't want any of this...I don't want you acting cool and playing hero..."

Daffy hugged his partner tightly with his trembling arms, feeling the warmth that would soon be no more.

"I just want to be with you! That's all I have ever wanted! In Burbank...in Acme Acres...or even in this weird 'Server-verse' forever! It doesn't matter! As long as we are together...I will be happy...!"

"So please...! Don't leave me all alone...! I..."

"...I need you..."

Bugs patted Daffy's head, gently preening those slick black feathers. The duck was still sobbing, and Bugs knew he would be for quite some time afterwards...

"...I'm sorry, Daffy...You have walked with me to the end, but I can't do the same for you..."

Yet, Bugs was sure...one day, Daffy would find happiness again.

Even if he couldn't be there to see it...when he closed his eyes, Daffy's smile would appear in his mind.

"In the end, I guess I just couldn't repay you no matter what...but I hope you could receive my parting gift..."

Daffy closed his eyes tightly, unwilling to see the inevitable coming. He tightened his grip, but the sensation and warmth were only fading. Teardrops no longer fell on fur, but on ground.

"Even if it may not be something you like..."

"...let me be selfish one last time...okay?"

The figure of Bugs Bunny fragmented and floated, until it became one with the wind.

The field was silent once more. A duck was kneeling down, his arms now hugging his own body.

(28-4-2022 ~ 5-11-2022)

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(Alternative scenario: In which the Looney Tunes "Toons" are actually actors working at Warner Bros Studio. The actors portray an alter ego of themselves, which are what are shown in the Looney Tunes "Cartoons" on TV. Thaddeus Plotz (from Animaniacs) is the chairman/CEO of the Studio. Combined universe of general Looney Tunes, The Looney Tunes Show and Tiny Toon Adventures.

The setting that Daffy is Bugs' senpai senior is based on the fact that Daffy debuted earlier than Bugs. Daffy debuted on 17 April 1937 with "Porky's Duck Hunt", while Bugs debuted on 27 July 1940 with "A Wild Hare".

I have...actually debated whether to write the last part of the story or not. So I apologise if it feels out-of-place and/or subpar in quality...Even now I am quite conflicted, but I guess I will publish it...

Also alternative ending in which Bugs really dies at the end of Space Jam 2. Because angst.)

[thehagoftheironwood]

Squeeee!!!! OMGOMGOMG!

Or something.

Yeah… not really sure how I feel.

Unsolicited opinions and speculation:

I didn’t much like season one, with the exception of episode 5, and I liked the character Hunter-B15. Was happy to see her in the trailer. I hope they don’t do something stupid with her. I love her, she has the potential of being the baddest of good-guy badasses with a past.

I deal with the changes in the Loki character by just mentally separating him into different characters. So there’s Original Loki (my very fav), Ragnarok Loki (not to be confused with Laurits Loki, who is my second fav 🪱), and TVA Loki ( I could go on with comic book versions, Norse Mythology and other depictions, but I'm choosing not to, lol).

TVA Loki does not negate Original Loki for me, so it's all good. For me, anyway. I do understand the outrage and disappointment. I would have loved more Original Loki, too 😕.

Anyway… I also loved Kang, but the actor had to go and be a dickhead and spoil everything. He is in the trailer, I wonder if that’s because they included him in that mid-credit scene and just kept the one appearance, or if we will still be seeing him? Maybe it's another red herring in the trailer and he’s been completely cut? Dumbass, talented actor guy 😕.

Then Sylvie… She is not a favorite of mine, and I will not go off on a rant. The trailer didn’t show as much of her as I would have expected, though. But then, the season one trailer omitted a lot of stuff and threw in some red herrings as well. Who knows? Hoping she will go away. She won't, but I can hope, lol.

The Ke Huy Quan character worries me. There’s been so much hype. His voice in the trailer makes me cringe… hoping he doesn't slip into Jar Jar Binx territory. Hopefully, that's just a bad first impression, the idea of the character looks cool. I want it to work.

Tragic lack of green leather in the trailer 😭. Please be a hidden surprise! And the awful beige suit, which is the Middle Aged Car Salesman Loki costume, seems to have survived 😕. Make it go away.

Hair… <sigh> I get it, the actor is losing his hair and hates wearing wigs or extensions. I’m not going to be an asshole and whine about it. We’ll always have the movies.

So the Loki-Stan in me is squealing with delight, but the more rational part of me is apprehensive. It's not “my” Loki, but it's “a” Loki. How can more Loki be a bad thing?

Oh! And I hope there's another scene involving goats! I’m weird that way, it's a great party trick. Or maybe a Svadilfari character 😈. Trying to make the best of a hopeless situation 😂.