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arbitrarykiwi · 5 months ago

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Thanos/Choi Su-Bong (Player 230) x fem reader one-shot

Summary: while in your boyfriend’s music studio you finally remember to ask him about that teeny, tiny, low resolution photo that’s taped to the corner of his main computer screen. It’s been there for a while, edged curled up and ink faded to the point where you can’t even see what it is! (4k words)

Warnings: prolly ooc thanos…I just felt this in my soul and had to write it, Sfw, Just wanted to write somethin cute for this silly lil crazed man, proof read but am dyslexic so expect errors LMAO

You didn’t know it but one of Choi Su-bong’s favorite pictures of you was the one he has hung up on the corner of his computer at his studio.

It’s so small, grainy and faded due to the shitty printer he used to print it on. It’s also folded at the edge, rolling up into itself the smallest bit and blocking damn near most of the image.

As you sit on the edge of the computer desk, legs kicking aimlessly as he sits in the desk chair right next to you. He’s leaned back, one of his hands on the mouse as he clicks along the computer screen, eyes trained on the file of music he was working on. His other hand was resting on your thigh, right above the knee, fingers tapping against your flesh in concentration.

You look back over to the small image taped to the corner of his computer, fingers reaching out to try and un-curl the edge to see it better. It’s still such poor quality.

“What even is this picture?” You call out, fingers running over the paper. “Hm?” He says, very obviously not paying attention, his eyes moving from the computer screen over to you.

You pout playfully at him, “Can’t believe you’re ignoring me” you say, crossing your arms. He rolls his eyes and moves the chair he’s in over a couple inches. The wheels drag on the floor until he makes it to his destination, situated between your legs.

His arms reach up, crossing the desk and going behind you so his hands grip at your ass, pulling you to the very edge of his desk, your feet resting against his thighs. He looks up at you, hands massaging up your ass and around to your hips. “I’m payin’ attention now! Ask me again.” He whines turning to place a short kiss on the inside of your knee as an apology before pulling away.

You giggle, looking down and grabbing his face. You hunch over and tilt his face up, placing a slow kiss on his lips. When you pull away, you reach back over to the small image and pull at the corner. “I said what even is this picture. It’s so blurry. I can’t make it out.” You mumble, eyebrows furrowed as you squint to try and see what it was.

He looks to the little picture you’re fumbling with and then back to you, a confused look on his face. “You don’t know what it is!?” He says almost as if he’s offended. He removes one hand from your hip, pulling it back to quickly fish his phone out of pants pocket.

You watch as he unlocks it, blown out pupils darting across his phones home screen until he finds the app he’s looking for- photos.

He’s opening the app and begins to scroll through his camera roll. You can see glimpses of pictures- shoes he bought, pictures of weed, pictures of his shows, pictures of you and him, random memes he’s saved.

And then suddenly he stops, clicking on a certain photo in his camera roll then flipping his phone to you.

You immediately see the high definition colors match the pixels of the poor quality photo. It’s of you, in the drivers seat of his car. With the direction the photos taken, he’s in the passenger seat. The purple floor board lights that are in his car are the only lights that illuminate the photo- you can see it’s night outside the window behind you.

Your hair is in a messy style, you’re wearing a pair of his pajama pants and one of his shirts. Both articles of clothing practically swallowing you. One of your legs is hiked up on the car seat, shin pressed against the steering wheel. You have a takeout box of your favorite food in your lap, one hand holding up the food that your were most likely in the middle of eating, the other picking at the side dish that’s still in the box. You’re laughing in the picture, presumably at something he said.

You look at him, not really thinking this exact picture was worthy to be on the corner of his main computer as a permanent relic over the year. There’s plenty of better ones. But he cuts off your thoughts, “s’my favorite picture of you, baby.” He says with a wide grin pointing at the phone. “You look so cute and it reminds of that night and you always look so fuckin good when you’re driving my car.” He rambles passionately.

“Anytime I’m stressed out because these stupid fucks here don’t listen to me- I look at that picture, remember that night, and suddenly I’m not wanting to kill them.” He says pointing over to the small picture taped to his computer.

He was referring to the many people he had working with him on his music on a daily basis- his manager, his drug addict friends, different collabs he has- they all enrage him frequently, but with that picture of you there as his saving grace, he’s saved himself from losing deals and getting into fights. All he had to do is look at that little picture and he was taken back to that night- the anger he had towards whoever pissed him off in the studio would subside and he’d be able to finish whatever needed to be done in the studio without further problem.

You giggle, hands reaching out to grab his phone from his hand. Wanting a closer look at the picture, still not entirely sure when or even where it was taken. When your eyes scan the image, your smile widens- finally remembering the picture.

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You guys had been dating around 6 months at the time, you think. You remember you had begged him to take you out late at night to get your favorite food to go. You were starving and you were set on the one thing that just had to have no delivery option. He had made you drive his car, saying that if he were to go with you and get you the food you wanted- you would have to drive.

You agreed excitedly, slipping on your shoes, grabbing his car keys that hung next to his front door and nearly bolting out of his apartment and skipping all the way to the parking space his car was in.

You didn’t know it but Choi Su-Bong thinks he realized that he was head over heels in love with you that night.

Yes he knew he adored you, loved you- hell he was never one for settling down until he met you a couple years ago- you changed him. But that night he swears he fell for you all over again in ways he didn’t think was possible.

You don’t hear it, you’re halfway to his nice sports car, but he chuckles to himself, just watching you. You’re simply adorable. Your excitement for your favorite food even this late at night made his tired smile grow wider. He was really smitten.

He’s entranced by the way you expertly throw the car into reverse, peeling out of the parking lot of his complex. You’re humming to yourself happily, doing the little dance you always do when you’re about to get food you like.

You’re so excited about the food you don’t even take the extra couple seconds to set up the Bluetooth like you normally do- you always wanted to have music in the care. It’s adorable, he thinks, just how determined you are to get your late night eats.

What’s even more adorable though is the way your eyes light up, a gasp coming out when he takes over aux, putting on that one song you play constantly. The one he swears you can listen to 16 times back to back and love it just as much as you did the first time it came on.

He just can’t stop staring at you, a small smile on his lips as he just watches how you drive, one arm outstretched so your hand is on the wheel the other arm is rested against the window on your side, your thumb playing with the nails of your other fingers- feeling the glitter and gems of the fresh set, tracing the raised chrome “T”- the extravagant set courtesy of your boyfriends money.

He watches as you hum along to the song, as it continues you begin to sing along, your voice blending with the stereo. He can’t but help chuckle to himself when he notices your hand drumming against the steering wheel, your head bobbing along to the music. It was 2am and here you were, as energetic as ever, singing your heart out.

He admires how you seem to recite the lyrics like they’re mixed into the blood that’s in your veins. It’s like you don’t even have to think about what word follows the previous, it just comes to you like you’re the person who wrote the song.

You can feel his gaze on you and your singing is halted by a laugh bubbling up your chest when you can see him out of the corner of your eyes just watching you- your eyes darting over to him in the passenger seat, eyebrows scrunched in a questioning look before looking back at the road. “Why ya staring at me?” You say with a giggle, eyes going back to the road.

“Hm..” he hums in response, reaching over the center console to interlock his hand with yours, your arm that was once on the window moves to replace the other so you can hold his hand, your other hand takes the wheel. “I can’t just admire my girlfriend?” He finishes, giving your hand a squeeze. He even adores the way your eyes roll at his words, letting out a sarcastic “I ‘spose you can.”

He lets out a low hum in response, his thumb rubbing small circles on the back of your hand. He doesn’t stop looking at you for the whole ride, taking in every detail of you.

You expertly maneuver his car along the expressway as you head to your destination with a determination, and throughout the whole drive he just finds more and more things that he finds endearing about you. He was going to have to make you drive him places more often if it meant he got to observe you like this.

You make it to the drive-thru, pulling around the curve and waiting patiently at the large light up menu. He begins to type on his phone, writing out his order so you could easily read it out when you got done ordering what you wanted.

You list off your order and he begins to hand you his phone, open to his order he just wrote out, but you don’t even turn to him- instead you list off his exact order perfectly without even having to grab his phone.

He sits back with a surprised laugh, you really did know him. It was charming how much you knew about him- even the little things like his order at this fast food place that you two have only gone to maybe 3 times.

You had to be a fucking witch, He thought, you had some sort of spell over him that made him fall for you effortlessly at any little thing you did.

You let out a sweet “Thank you!” To the worker as they tell you to pull up, turning to begin to pull up. You turn to him, doing a small excited dance and extending your hand out to him.

He grabs your outstretched hand, taking it in his and turning it to place a kiss on your knuckles as he grabs his wallet out of his pocket. When he pulls back, he rotates your hand back and places his card in your hand.

You give the card to the worker, paying. You get the card and receipt back, the worker closing the window and headed back to the kitchen. When you hand him back his card you lean over the center console and place a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, my love.” You say in a sweet tone that has him thinking he’s tripping- and he knows he didn’t take any pills today.

My love.

He’s replaying it in his head, trying to get the words and the way you said it permanently etched into his head. He’s not sure he’s ever been able to experience something so wholesome and exciting than when he met you. And every day he was continually surprised that you could still have such an effect on him with the little things you did.

“Of course, my beautiful flower.” He coos, hand reaching across the center console to stroke his thumb across your cheek a couple times. Your attention is pulled away from him by the bags of food being held out to you.

You take them happily handing them over to him for safe keeping as you pull around to the empty parking lot.

As you guys sit in the empty parking lot, eating the food- you told him you wanted to eat it then and there, not wait for the drive home- and who was he to say no to his sweet girl!?!- one of his own songs comes on the play list, his own voice coming through the speakers and filling the car.

“Oooohh!” You say excitedly, “that’s my mannn~!!” You call out in a sing song voice. He laughs, leaning over to place a quick kiss on your neck. When he does he can smell your perfume, it’s a scent he’s become addicted to. He lets out a low hum against your neck as he stays connected to you, sucking a small purple bruise into your skin. You bite your lip and giggle, reaching one hand up to run through his hair.

He pulls back from you, settling back into the passenger seat. He continues to eat, humming along to his own song. He swears his heart beats out of his chest when he’s about to take a bite out of his food and you begin rapping along.

It’s soft mumbles, just to yourself as you nod your head along to his music. You recite the lyrics perfectly. Sure, he knew you were subjected to listen to his music when you sat in his studio as he worked- but to know the lyrics like the back of your hand like this…he’s head over heels.

He watches on for a moment, just letting you be in your own world, not faltering once as you rap along to the recording of his voice. “How’d you learn this?” He questions with a laugh of disbelief, fuck, you’re so precious.

You look over to him, shocked he was even paying attention- you thought he was invested in the food that sits in the take out box on his lip like you were. “I listen to it all the time, duh! It’s on my liked playlist for when I drive.” You say confused, like you were surprised he was surprised.

His head is spinning to say the least. Maybe it was because he used to run around the worst type of people possible, always using him and not actually supporting his music. Or maybe it was because the ditzy flings he had before meeting you never cared to really listen to his music, only wanting drugs or sex. He wasn’t sure but he thought he was dreaming.

Choi Su-bong fell head over heels in love with you that night. He realized you were truly a precious little gift all for him. A pretty thing to show off and to keep him in line. Someone who loved him, and his music enough to learn all the lyrics and add it to your personal playlist. The way you were in the drivers seat of his car, wearing his clothes, singing his song has him launching over the seat to kiss you.

You nearly drop your food- clutching it to your lap as you kiss him back. It’s sweet, slow, and methodical. You can’t help but to melt into it. His lips move against you in practiced movements, his teeth gently bitting at your bottom lip- pulling it just a bit as he pulls away.

He moves back into the passenger seat and begins to go back to eating like nothing happened. You try and mirror him, trying to be stoic as you pick through your take out box.

He hears you giggling to yourself, and when he looks over and sees the sight- you trying your best to focus on your food, smile spread on your lips that were still wet from the kiss- he takes his phone out and takes a picture.

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Back in the studio, you look back up to him, a wide smile on your face as you finally remember the night the picture was taken. “Awh!!! You’re such a softie…” you coo out reaching out to pull his face towards you, placing kiss after kiss along his face. When you pull back he scoffing, shaking his head dismissively, trying to act like you don’t affect him the way you do.

But you do.

“Not a softie..” he mumbles as he pouts. You look to the photo again, then back to him raising an accusatory eyebrow. He rolls his eyes at your persistence, “Fine…maybe you have me a bit soft…but you can’t blame me baby! You’re so fuckin perfect…” he says his hands running up the sides of your waist as he focuses on you. You jump off the desk, moving to climb into his lap on his desk chair.

He hums in approval when you sit down on his lap. He studies you, observing you like you’re an ancient marble carving on display in a museum. “My pretty baby.” He mutters, reaching up his hands to run them up the sides of your neck and to hold your face. “Mhm, your pretty baby.” You respond leaning in to kiss him. “All yours.” You mumble against his lips. He nods, biting at your lip. As he keeps the kiss going, he takes the small photo that you still held and tapes it back to the corner of the computer- where it belongs.

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When he decides he’s done working in the studio for the day You stay the night at his place. Your mind buzzing with a perfect idea to surprise. You anxiously await to get started with your little project for when he goes to bed- you wouldn’t want to spoil it!

Hours later, he’s asleep on your bare chest, purple hair ticking your neck. One of his arms is thrown across you, pulling you tightly in his grasp. For someone who’s so intimidating and outgoing, when he’s asleep with you-he’s so soft, vulnerable. It’s a drastic change that only happens around you- and it’s one that you cherish every moment of.

Anytime you adjust yourself in bed, his arm around your torso holds you tighter like you’re going to run away. You never do though, you always stay with him. You try your best, and eventually manage to pull your phone off the bedside table, clicking it on to begin your plan.

The bright light of your phone floods the dark bedroom. He murmurs in his sleep, beginning to stir, his painted nails raking lightly at your rib cage when he moves. You quickly dim the brightness of your phone- a tricky task with one hand but you get it done. Your other hand runs along his arm and back in feather-light touches. It seems to settle him back into deeper sleep, his face rubbing against your chest, like he’s trying to get closer to you in any way possible and his hand relaxing once again.

With him back asleep, you continue your plan. You’re ordering the biggest print you can of the photo he loves so much, in the best quality, with the nicest wood frame you can find.

It takes a couple weeks to get everything and put it together. But soon you finish it and strategize on how you’re going to present it to him.

One day you found yourself in his studio. He’s at his desk, the small picture of you still taped to his computer. He’s working on some new music, his face focused as he sits at his desk, his mouth moving as he whispers lyrics to himself, trying to come up with something for this new song.

He eventually turns to you, offering to go out and get you food. And how could you say no? It gave you the perfect opportunity to see your plan into its final stages.

When he leaves the studio to go pick up food for the two of you, you get to work. You hang the picture up right above his monitor. It’s a tough job for one person, the large frame almost too big for you to hang up. But you struggle through- needing to see the end goal- his reaction.

You take a step back, looking on at the new addition with a proud smile.

Oh! Last thing!

You walk back over to his desk, leaning over it and removing the taped picture that was on the corner of his monitor, keeping it tucked into your palm. You smile to yourself, returning back over to your spot on the couch.

When he returns a while later, plastic bags of food for you. His eyes don’t even notice the new addition to his studio, he just looks straight to you on the couch He walks over to you, placing a kiss on your forehead then handing you the food.

“You go ahead and eat, baby. I really gotta finish this up.” He says, his eyes going back to his phone, an annoyed expression on his face. His phone rings out notification after notification, blowing up with messages that are surely rushing him to get the first draft of his lyrics submitted. His words are terse, almost harsh, but you know it’s not directed at you- it’s directed at the individuals hounding him on his phone.

He walks back over to his desk, he throws his phone down on the wood, eyes immediately diverting to his computer, ready to get back to work. Not even looking up to the wall.

He’s annoyed, he just wanted a nice calm day with his girlfriend but all these people bothering him about his music and raps just make him so fucking annoyed. When he feels himself getting more and more aggravated, his eyes immediately look to the corner of his computer monitor, trying to find solace in looking at the little paper picture he had taped to the screen, only to realize the small crumpled picture of you that he had taped there is gone.

He looks over his shoulder back to you, his eyebrows furrowed and a pout on his face. “You take my picture of you down?” He asks, you can hear the upset in his voice, it almost makes you break and spoil the whole surprise you set up.

You nod in response, biting your lip to try and keep your excited smile at bay. You open your palm, showing him that you had the small image. “What?!” He exclaims, turning fully back to you, his back now facing the wall you desperately needed him to look at. “Why would you do that?!” He says, looking at you worried, the frown on his face deepening.

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose, walking over to him and spinning him around to face the wall. Your finger pointed up at the once empty space above his computer monitor.

When he finally looks at the wall, his mouth drops open. When he looks up he expects to see the same old bare white bricks, but he doesn’t, he’s completely wrong. How could he have completely missed that?!

There’s a large framed copy of his supposed favorite picture of you, right above his main computer monitor. Much better than the small, grainy paper image he had taped to the computer.

You’re about to ask if he likes it when he cuts you off, scooping you up into his arms and spinning you around. “You’re literally the fucking best!” He cheers excitedly. He puts you down and you’re smiling like an idiot. “You like it?” You ask, looking up at him, your arms interlocked behind his neck. “Baby…” he says, leaning down and holding your face to place a long, overly exaggerated kiss you your lips, pulling back with a ‘muah!’, “this is the best gift ever.”

His thumbs stroke your cheek gently, he’s staring at you with an adoring gaze that makes you melt. “You needed somethin’ a little better than this small lil thing. It was gonna fade…even more than it has.” You say holding your palm face up in between the two of you. “So I wanted to get you something that wouldn’t fade and have it to where you can actually see what it is.” You say poking at his chest with a joking, scolding tone.

He nods, laughing, placing a kiss on your forehead before removing his hands from your face and grabbing the old image. His thumb runs across the image, a soft smile on his face. He then looks up to the wall where the new picture hangs, taking a couple steps towards the desk.

“Fuck you’re stunning, sweetheart.” He breathes out, studying the framed photo of you, it’s a constant reminder of how lucky he is. “This is just what I needed, thank you..” He says, just studying the picture with a love-struck look. He truly has won the jackpot with you.

#fanfic #thanos #thanos x reader #thanos x y/n #choi su bong #choi subong #choi subong x reader #player 230 #player 230 x reader #thanos x you #choi su bong x reader #choi subong x y/n #thanos squid game #squid games x you #x reader squid games

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lokicraft · 4 months ago

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Cod thoughtssssss. Inspired by @beloveds-embrace ‘s harpy Gaz + wingless reader concept

CW: kinda angsty with talk of Simon’s past and serious injuries

In a winged!AU, where everyone’s wings are based on real birds and such, some people view those with crow or raven wings as bad luck or cursed or otherwise undesirable. Cliché start, I understand 😅.

So our boy Simon grows up with his past, abuse amplified by his pitch black wings. Escapes to the military where wings are seen as an asset, and his powerful dark ones make him amazing at stealth. Through being with TF 141, he sees his wings as tools to protect his flock, and he grows to like them. Soap also helps by telling him how much he loves his LT’s beautiful black wings: “It’s like looken at th’night sky ye ken?” Oh yeah there’s definitely poly 141 in here, I love me some winged found family vibes.

And then he finds you.

Maybe on a random night out on the town after a mission. Maybe on a mission and you are a hostage. Maybe you are a specialist coming to base to share info. Or to teach a class. Or just to fix the dammed printer.

It doesn’t matter, because he sees you.

You, who doesn’t have your wings out (totally normal, for a variety of reasons people like to be more private). You, who he knows is just like him. He just knows. It’s in the way you hold yourself, the way you shy away from looking at other people’s wings. The way you subconsciously act like you are lesser than others, because that is what the world has beaten into you. He knows. And he sees the rest. Sees how kind and thoughtful and beautiful and genuine you are. Sees how you show love to the world and the people around you. Sees how smart and funny you are, whether you are fighting with the printer, or fighting for your life. And he kinda falls in love right on the spot.

He courts you. Tries to do it as properly as he can. Introduces you to his flock. They see how much Simon loves you and, through dinner dates and baking cookies and just simply hanging out with you more and more, they fall in love with you too.

And you, despite your best efforts, fall in love too.

You can’t say no to these men. They are charming, honest, handsome, intelligent, irresistible. And even though Simon is still the most mysterious of the bunch, you know him.

You know him because you were just like him once, with beautiful black wings. And every time you look at that man, and you see his wings, proudly splayed in private and public settings alike, your heart soars and crashes simultaneously. You see in Simon the best of humanity, how people can grow to love and protect and live even when they’ve been buried in the darkest pits of the past. You also see what was taken from you. You are reminded of the night where humanity showed you its worst face. In your ass-backwards home town in a country across the sea, where the bigotry of the people you grew up with reached its boiling point. When you were held down and “cut loose of the curse you bring to our homes”. When you lost your wings.

And eventually the boys see you. All of you. And they love you all the more.

They are your protectors, your loyal soldiers, your wings. And you are their reason to fight, their guiding light, their heart and soul.

And it takes a while to get there. You enchant them, and heal them, and give them a home. And they break down your walls, comfort you, and love you like you always deserved.

And who knows if I’ll ever be able to put this in to more words, but at least it’s out there now.

#cod mwii #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #poly tf141 #tf 141 #LC writes

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gilverrwrites · 3 months ago

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Kon doing the bare minimum is literally so funny to me 😭

Kon literally just stapling two blank pieces of printer paper and turning that in. Maybe if he's feeling extra generous he'll write a random ass number on the top.

Every time Tim sits him down to discuss his performance Kon just undoes two more buttons off his button up and magically all those concerns fly out the window.

Performance review comes up for the office and coincidentally Kon "accidentally" shrank all his clothes in the wash that morning. The office thinks he's finally getting fired cause he's been in there for way longer than everyone else, but low and behold he's walking out with the biggest shit-eating grin. Full marks, 50% pay increase, corner office.

HR is in shambles

Kon my beloved office siren <3

This!!!! I love all of it!!! Office siren is defo the vibe I was tryin to put down.

Tim’s got a floor to ceiling window instead of a wall that he has to keep the blinds closed on otherwise he’ll spend all day staring out of it, cause Kon has deliberately arranged his desk to be easily viewable, and he’ll do little stretches and exercises in between ‘tasks’ that honestly have everybody’s heads turning, not just Tims.

And whenever he’s done he always turns his head over to Tim window with the subtlest shit eating expressions.

Tim: Do you have the report I asked you for? (Literally the only responsibility he’s been given since he started) Conner: I do. Tim: You do? You have it? Conner: Yep, I have it. Tim: You have the report I asked for. Not a blank stack of paper? Conner: Yes! I have the report, I worked really hard on it. Tim: That’s great, let me see. Conner: Here you go, Boss. Tim: … Tim: This- Tim: This is a bunch of screenshot of unrelated excel templates and... Tim: and... Tim, in a hushed tone: and a shirtless selfie of you in the staff toilets. Conner: Huh. Don’t know how that got in there. Feel free to keep it though. Tim: … Conner: … Tim, sighing: Thank you, Conner. Conner: You’re welcome Timbo. ;)

#anon #gilverranswers #kon el #conner kent #tim drake #red robin #timkon #office!au #tim #kon #tk

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n0odlz · 3 months ago

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Eltingville Club Head canons!!

Jerry STROKES

1- As much as we (at least I do 💔) wanna believe that he could do no wrong, he definitely has 2 accounts on any social media site. 1 for keeping up his "image" to random people on the internet, and the other for just straight up BULLYING. doxxing, being rude, and spreading fake news and hate

2- CAN'T STOP PICKING. His acne, scabs, his nasty ass sweater he doesn't wash. Poor guy just doesn't know what to do with his hands

3- NO BACKBONE. he definitely is easily persuaded. Either that or he just agrees with everyone else so he doesn't get made fun of more than he already does

4- He's a furry (I think Mr. Dorkin confirmed this like halfway on a random tweet IDK take it with a grain of salt) He just hates on them in public when in reality, he's saving up money to buy fursuit supplies. His fursona would probably be a rat, mouse, cat, fox, or dragon

5- Neurodivergent. Need I say more?

6- Has unnaturally long eye lashes and doesn't get why he gets so many compliments on them. (The only reason any girl would willingly come up to him)

7- Listens to Lemon Demon and forces everyone to listen with him (Josh and Bill secretly like it too (✿❛◡❛))

8- Is totally a poser to impress other people

Jer: "Oh yeah, I LOVE Nirvana. I listen to ALL their songs"

Mya: "Name your favorite"

Jer: "... Smells like.. Teen... Agers? "

Mya: "Don't piss me off."

Pete Ditalini

1- I'm pretty sure the other 3 people in the fandom can agree this guys a GORE WHORE

2- He's in love with Tyler's "Goblin" and "Bastard" Albums. Argue with the wall. (The only other song from any other album he enjoys is Tamale)

3- Loves his women either chubby or toned. Not quite an in between 😽

4- Enjoys women wrestling *COUGH COUGH* RHEA RIPLEY!! THAT WOMAN IS SEXY 💔🤰🏾

5- Accidentally combs his hair back even though he's bald (it's muscle memory for him- epilogue Pete)

6- Smells like cigarettes and blood (Epilogue Pete)

7- Totally enjoys being bossed around by the nearest woman within a 1 million mile radius

8- Tried summoning a succubus once but got caught by his dad

9- Also obviously listens to Deftones (DUH). Thinks he's Chino Moreno 💔. Fav songs are "Korea", " My Own Summer", "Bored", " Knife Prty", and "This Place is Death"

10- 3 DAYS GRACE TOO 😌. Likes "Overrated", " Just Like You" and "Let You Down" (srry I'm NEWGEN ☹️🖕🏾)

11- Has a natural guyliner look to his eyes and everyone thinks he draws it on ☹️

Josh Heavy

1- Cheeto puffs are his go-to snack

2- Has not changed his limited edition Batman underwear since the day he got them

3- Secretly tried giving himself a wolf cut because he thought it'd make him more "Alpha" but he fucked it up, which is why he's always wearing that hairline-receding, Jojo siwa ponytail

4- Eats croutons straight from the bag

5- Stole a shirt from the mall ONE TIME and felt guilty so he turned himself in to the police

6- He tried to make his own cardboard cutout of Superboy but the printer at the library malfunctioned because of all the colored ink he was using so he got banned from there

7- Draws himself with hot babes using art tips he learned from Jerry

8- Also has long ass eyelashes and bats them on purpose

#STOP THE JOSH ERASURE 😭

And last but most certainly least,

William Alan Dickhead

1- Never changes those shitty bed sheets 🖕🏾

2- He makes videos of himself in situations that would never happen (Roleplaying him getting a girlfriend and then he does that little kissing thing with his hands on his own back THAT ONE THING WE ALL DID AS KIDS? someone has to get it 💔)

3- Scratches his balls and gets dirt under his nails from doing so

4- Writes fanfics about him being the best and everyone bows down to him.. Although the art is BUNS

5- Unironically calls himself the alpha 🥀

}Alanpha87: "I'm literally an alpha and all of you are beta male CUCKS who'd wish you could be me. Well news flash, it's not happening. HAH! "

6- Thinks he's Bill Cypher

7- Thinks he's the #1 looksmaxxer and is TOTALLY the best at mewing

8- Secretly listens to Paramore

NOTE: some of these definitely have elements from later times / recent media and I'm here to tell you that nobody cares

NOTE 2: I might just keep updating this instead of making a 2nd post so watch for updates😛😛

#agent00 (✿❛◡❛)

#eltingville club #evan dorkin #josh levy #pete dinunzio #headcanon #william alan dickey #bill dickey #joshua levy #jerry stokes #geraldstokes #jerome stokes #istillthinkhisnameisgeraldwhythehellwoulditbejeromeSOB #n0odlz #the eltingville club

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teddybeartoji · 1 year ago

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a super random x male reader thought buuuut if you and your coworker!nanami have a bit of a thing going on, he definitely likes to ever-so-lightly brush against your ass whenever he goes past you. he keeps a straight face but he knows exactly what he's doing. he could've gone around but no, no – he slips by you, his clothed cock grazing your ass as you're bent over the printer. and then he's already gone, too; you're left staring at his back with a warm feeling in your tummy while he continues on with his work. hhhhhhh he's insane like that thank you for listening to my ted talk<33

#btw i have personal issues with printers #i hate them #and they hate me #anywayyy i am obviously in the mood🙈🙈🙈🙈#ignore me #hehe #nanami #mickey is daydreaming #nanami drabble #x male reader

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retr0scum · 6 months ago

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Thinking about that one time mother came into my room holding a printed version of this image, all colors almost washed cause the printer was ass, and told me "I know you like those things so I printed them" and I had it attached to my board for months. It was very random but I miss them.

#dumb talk

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samoankpoper21 · 1 year ago

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Kento Nanami Drabble

A/N When I eventually get around to uploading my masterlist please note that the characters will ALWAYS be chubby! / plus size! reader and is a poc 🫶🏽 Anyway this is something "light" 🤣 Enjoy~!!

Word count: 967

Content warning: slight smut, slight fat shaming if you squint really, really hard, small cursing

Random drabble of how Kento Nanami adores his chubby, fiesty secretary that doesn't take shit from anyone. She will put you in your place if she feels that you have disrespected her.

The moment you were hired you reminded Kento of a fire log: you brought warmth within the office, if that made sense. He tried not to pay too much attention to you, only talking when saying "thanks" and "that'll be all" but found the task of ignoring you impossible considering that your desk sat outside his office making it convenient for you to be at his beck and call. He watched through his tinted glasses admiring your full figure as you clacked away at your computer -you're efficient he'll give you that- getting up to retrieve documents from the printer, stopping every once and in a while to talk to your coworkers with that warm smile on your face that he was slowly falling for.

What really sealed the deal for him was how you always looked out for him, taking care of him in your own way: leaving small squares of dark chocolate on his desk with a note scribbled in your neat handwriting: Not saying you look like shit but it's been proven that if you eat one dark chocolate a day it'll benefit your heart, teeth, and help you sleep better^^ try to get some rest ~^^ you look a bit tired today :-( ; always making sure that he actually stopped working to eat and rest. "Minnie," the nickname you adapted to calling him when it was just you two. "Ya need to eat something."

"Let me just finish this-"

"When was the last time you ate?"

"Uh-"

"Too long. Come on!" He inwardly shivered at the spark that zapped through him as you grabbed him by his forearm attempting to pull him out of his seat. Squeezing you joke, "Sheesh. Didn't realize how built you were." Leading him towards your desk he wondered whether you knew what effect you were having on him.

The day that really killed it for him was when you both showed up to work practically identical: you wore a white, mid length pencil skirt with a thin black belt, satin blue blouse tucked in with the first two buttons undone, and some black heels. As you were gathering the notes to lay on the conference table you giggle. "Minnie, we look like a couple." After the conference he went home early claiming to be sick. Oh the naughty thoughts that were running rampant in Nanami's mind as he fisted his aching cock in the cold shower: he wanted to hike your skirt up, squeeze the supple flesh of your thighs, rip the blouse apart making sure to bring out your breasts from the confines of your bra and pound into you on his desk as you pant his name. "Na-nami" he imagined your half lidded eyes, mouth agape as he watched your breasts bounce with each of his thrusts, his fist stroking faster, teasing and rubbing at his sensitive, tip. "Minnie, I think ima-" Nanami groaned as rope after velvety rope painted his walls. This was driving him mad. He needed to make you his asap.

Sitting at the head of the conference table with a potential client, sneaking glances your way, he watched as you typed away at your laptop, alternating between typing and writing in a notebook. He was grateful that the lights were dimmed as the company's CEO and representative were giving their presentation, lightly palming himself underneath the table.

Oblivious to Kento's internal struggle you stood directly in front of him, so close that if he were to lean forward just slightly he could sniff you. Meanwhile he was admiring how your love handles looked in the midnight blue, sleeveless blouse you were wearing and how the black pencil skirt complimented your ass. As you both were saying goodbye to the CEO he clasped his hand on Kento's shoulder saying, "Mr. Kento, I look forward to working with you. But, take it from an old geezer who's been in the game for a while now, if you want more clients you need to hire someone who's more easier on the eyes. You know what I'm saying?" Your eyebrow shot up and as you were about to defend yourself Nanami replied with, "Unsolicited advice is never welcome. You disrespecting my secretary is a direct hit towards me. I can't do business with someone who only wants to look good on the outside. Please allow the security to escort you out."

"What?! You're joking right?"

"I never joke when it comes to the well being of my employees."

"This is preposterous!"

"Security please escort he and his representative off the premises."

"You will regret not merging with us!"

"Highly unlikely."

As the scene died down you tilted your head glancing at Nanami. "You know I coulda handled it."

"Why? So you could get reported to HR and lose your job?"

"I wasn't gonna hit him." Nanami stopped to stare at you intently. "Ok maybe I wanted to shave his bushy ass eyebrows." Shaking his head he chuckled. "The shorter you are the closer you are to the devil." You lightly smacked his shoulder. "Besides I can't afford losing you."

"Awwwww why? Minnie, you make it seem like you actually like me." Stopping in his tracks he turned to looked at you. "I do. I do like you."

"You better not be playing because I swear to gawd-" Nanami pulled your body flush against his causing you to silently gasp, biting your lower lip. Leaning down to whisper against the shell of your ear, "Need more proof?" You shook your head, you could feel the dark chuckle erupting from within his chest. "Use your words baby girl."

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eloquent-edits · 1 year ago

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Hello!!!!

I'm writing a rivals to lovers office AU and am in need of some inspiration. Can you please do a list of office AU prompts? I don't mind if they get suggestive.

Absolutely! (Also thank you for being the first person to request prompts :3)

Character A and character B have issues with their work computers at the same time, and the poor IT guy has to deal with their bickering while fixing the computers

The printer is constantly breaking and A can’t help but snidely remark on B’s struggle every time it happens

B critiques A’s work whenever they get the chance, claiming A needs to do better if they want to get up to B’s level (the criticism is actually kind of helpful, just poorly worded)

B’s desk is across from A’s, leading to stare-downs when the other seems to be slacking on work and eyebrow raises when personal calls are taken

A leaves anonymous sticky notes on B’s desk about office drama, rumors, and random news stories to see what sort of conversations B likes (B usually looks at these with confusion, throwing them away buT THEY KEEP SHOWING UP WHY)

In the company project group chat, A and B don’t acknowledge each other outside of emoji reactions unless it is necessary

They are forced to work together on a major project with much longer hours than they expected, leading to sleep deprived A actually being nice to B in the mornings (they share a quiet moment at the coffee machine)

B’s ex comes into the office as another company’s assistant, and A can’t help but be concerned at the grimace and pain in B’s eyes

A starts using the printer incidents to ask about B’s history and get to know them better

A celebration at work includes a happy hour, so B dresses up just a little more than usual and A cannot stop staring

B notices A is lingering around their desk more and teases them about wanting to take their spot (A definitely wants to take them in a fight right?)

A’s car won’t start in the parking lot, so B offers to jump it… it’s the first time seeing B less professional (let’s get those sleeves rolled up and a couple buttons loosened from the button-down)

The AC breaks while only a couple people are in office, meaning it’s up to A and B to try and fix it while waiting on maintenance, leading to B on a ladder and A most definitely trying to not stare at their butt

C, an older friend at the office, retires and throws a massive party where A and B get a little too drunk, and B accidentally compliments A instead of criticizing them (A doesn’t know how to process it and B refuses to acknowledge this ever happened)

After A openly disagrees with one of B’s ideas, B confronts them privately, getting a little too close as A is stubborn and standing firm (give me that tension you can cut with a knife, give me that turn away because otherwise one of them will do something they regret)

B finds A asleep at their desk one morning and can’t decide whether to wake them up for the meeting or to let them sleep longer because this is definitely not normal for A

Turns out A worked their ass off to get a major promotion, one that B was eyeing for a while, which makes B jealous and get a little snappy

A is shifted to another area of the office and an annoying coworker, C, takes over the old spot. B finds the change welcoming and unsettling (“They’re not here to bother me anymore…” “That’s a good thing!” “… Yes. I suppose you’re right.”)

B is called into A’s office to discuss another coworkers’ weird behavior, which gives A the opportunity to call B out on their behavior around A

“It’s like on day one of me working here, you put a note in your calendar that said to torment me whenever you could.”

“You’ve gone from criticizing everything I do to actually being somewhat nice and helpful and then right back to being an absolute prick! I don’t understand it at all. What changed? You still seem to hate me, so why be so kind? Why?”

B doesn’t respond with words, just by slowly reaching out to touch A’s hand and swiftly pulling them into a kiss (ideally B would explain more later but that’s up to you hehe)

#answered asks #prompt request #writing prompts #writing #prompts #prompt list #character dynamics #rivals to lovers prompts #rivals to lovers #dialogue prompts #imagine your otp #office aus #office au #also very sorry for the delay in responding!#it’s been a really hectic week #and the next two weeks are going to be just as insane

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fuck-customers · 9 months ago

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Wtf is with my stupid ass manager's aversion to pricing?

We work in a RETAIL STORE that sells products for MONEY. If customers aren't able to find a price, they will not buy things. And/or they will take stuff halfway through the store and then decide it's not worth the effort to ask the cashier for a price check and leave the product(s) in some random wrong place.

And printing out price tags is just about the easiest thing to do. You go into the handheld, go to the "price tags" app, scan the product and the tag automatically prints from the mobile printer. And as a bonus, it's a sticker, so you just fucking stick it on the product. A baby could do it. It could not possibly be easier.

ALSO when we are shipped new products from the warehouse, inside the box is a page of sticker price tags that go with the products in said box. Just fucking tag as you stock. It could not possibly be easier.

But no, management separates the new stock from the tags and does who knows what with the tags (probably throw them away) and stock products with no prices.

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ceoandslutler · 18 days ago

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quick little update on me personally

you can skip all this personal stuff and go straight to the "what's next?" section if you just wanna know what's coming up next

hi so the main reason things on my blog[s]have been slow (my meta analyses not coming yet, taking ages on my next fic, side blogs inactive) is that my laptop fucking died. well, the graphics card did at least and honestly it was so janky and big that it wouldn't be worth it to take it for repairs. so i got a new sleeker one and it only just arrived. other than that, my printer broke and i have to go to uni to get a bunch of stuff printed... also i have my theory test coming up at the end of the month (i don't want to be driving but i need a licence if i ever move to a less pedestrian-friendly city with limited public transport). so i have been studying for that too.

also i literally study linguistics. if i dont spend 48hrs getting lost on wiktionary following random etymology links to hell and then going ham reading through as many papers and textbooks i can find on the most obscure languages ever, am i really living? so i waste time on that too 🫣

generally, life beating my ass and keeping me busy. also one of my childhood friends is moving away from our area this summer 😭 so i have to spend time w her before she's gone 💔 but my exams for uni are long done! oh and my favourite band is reuniting this month and i even get to see one of the members at his concert in london this august 💜 AND it's my birthday soon 🎉

so what's next?

– dystheism in kuro (maybe a pt1 of an analysis series? who knows depends on the reception)

– sebalizzy ft rachel matron meta analysis

– get the sideblogs' schedules back up and running (but posting 4 times a day is insane, i only did that to make sure there was enough content for when i inevitably take a break)

– continue my fic series with 3rd installment SWT (hopefully finishing that by next month)

– do the big 4 analyses that i mentioned here

– start my manga reread sometime this year

you will definitely see some cool stuff from me this year so please look forward to it, my asks and dms are as always open! 🩶

#i make these posts largely so i remember my own plans for the year #as stupid as that sounds

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dean-a-mean-tae · 1 year ago

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I Have A Tail | Stray Kids Additional Member AU

Nicholas as a hybrid and the bond they have with Nicholas, the black fox hybrid.

WARNINGS: Mention of chronic pain and anorexia. Nicholas is a "defect" hybrid. Cussing as usual. I don't think there are any other warnings. Unedited? I researched this. If I got something wrong, please respectfully correct me.

Nicholas Ross Master List | This is obviously not within the "canon" Nicholas universe. | GO LOOK AT this and then come back

Nicholas

Is a "silver" fox, but his fur is black. He looks blue in some lighting

Sometimes his face looks more silver than anything.

A black fox is just a melanistic red fox.

He was in the printer for too long, that's all.

With a background based on research surrounding silver foxes.

He used to be the hybrid of a married couple (Tamaya and Nolan) and their daughter (Lillian) but he escaped or ran away or something

Nicholas is traumatized enough. I'm not sure if I wanna traumatize him in this universe ;-;

While in the streets, he had to explain to parents that just because he is a domesticated hybrid doesn't mean he's a tame one

Domesticated and tame aren't synonyms.

PET and tame are synonyms though.

Do with that as you will.

BACK TO RANDOM THINGS

His fur is soft and silky

The "defect" is that his fur experiences shrinkage

So sometimes Nicholas looks more like a huge mole rat with fur than an actual fox

Just how Jeongin's ears grow to accommodate his head, Nicholas's ears and tail grow to accommodate his body

He's 6'3 and would look stupid if he had a tail the length and width of a Clorox wipe container.

Unlike Jeongin! Nicholas is an airhead as a human but super smart in his animal form

He also doesn't have chronic pains in his animal form so that's nice

You know those videos of dogs or cats using those buttons that say things?

Like the human asks what they want and the dog pushes the button and it's like "steak" or "sleep" or something

I like the idea that the boys got one of those things for Nicholas lol

Unfortunately, Nicholas still as anorexia as a hybrid

Foxes eat 1 to 2 lbs of food a day, but he's a hybrid so...

"healthy" Humans need 23 to 33 ounces, which is within the range of 1 to 2 pounds, of food per week...

You will have to subtly watch him to make sure he actually eats

Staring straight at him scares him out of eating and just stresses him out

Nicholas can be found in his shared room with Jeongin

Under the bed in his animal form with a blanket and a plushie

Or you can find him in the closet (hehe) as an animal or a human.

If Nicholas is in animal form, it's going to take you a long time to find him cause he is buried in the plushies.

What does the fox say~

He barks like a puppy and it sets off alarm bells in Chan's head

Nicholas's favorite treat is peanut butter on toast

Just peanut butter and a little bit of cinnamon.

You can't give him too much cinnamon or it'll throw off his blood sugar

That's that inner dog in him coming out. Which is sad because he loves cinnamon

Did you know foxes can climb tree?

Don't be surprised if you get home and you see this black blob chilling in your tree or outside your window

It's just your friendly goofy fox coming to say hello

Nicholas & Stray Kids

There's no order to this by the way. I'm spitting out random thoughts like a llama. It's just jumps from member to member like a hoe

I like to think that Hyunjin in his animal form just kinda chills on Nicholas's tail

Nicholas walking around and then you have a ferret sitting on the fox's tail like it's a sled

Like Felix in his animal form sitting on your blanket as you walk around

If Nicholas lets out a screeching "bark" Chan ignores it

But if Nicholas is dead ass barking?! Chan is rushing to see what's wrong

On the blue moon that Nicholas is causing chaos, Chan will grab him by the scruff and trap him against the living room couch

Just see this giant wolf walking by with a whining and squirming fox caught by the neck

Changbin has and will kick Nicholas away from him

They're soft kicks, don't worry

It's only because Nicholas likes to try and bite his ears

Sometimes Nicholas passes his food to Changbin or Jisung

Cause they will eat it and only feel guilty after they've eaten it

Jisung used to be terrified of Nicholas... cause he's a fox and he's a squirrel

Until he saw Ferret!Hyunjin run at Fox!Nicholas full speed and hop on to his face. And the fox did nothing, but bat at him with his paw

Jisung earned a new playmate

Minho just follows Nicholas around

He'll just randomly grabs Nick by his back. Not by the scruff or his neck.

I'm talking Zira carrying Kovu in that scene from Lion King 2 (iykyk)

If you don't, then go watch that movie. Watch the 1st and then the 2nd

Speaking of Lion King. Felix and Minho roar at the screen sometimes when they see a big cat roaring

Meanwhile, Chan, Seungmin, and sometimes Jeongin and Nicholas will freaking howl whenever they hear them

That scene from Zootopia? "You're gonna start a howl!"

That's them

Sometimes, Nicholas and Felix can be found hidden under Minho's head and between the tiger's paws

Sometimes Seungmin barges into the fox duo's room and just lay on one of the beds

Usually it's Nicholas's bed since he's rarely there.

Again, he's either under the bed or in the closet

Hybrid!Felix and Hybrid!Nicholas are just like normal Felix and Nicholas

They kind of gravitate towards each other

A ginger cat curled around a black fox

While Felix plays video games, Nicholas lays in his lap and either sleeps or watches

Nicholas and Jeongin are a bit of a strange duo

1 second they are playing around and cuddling, the next second they're growing and batting at each other's snouts

I headcanon that animals and hybrids can understand each other Sometimes there's a miscommunication if a canine tries to understand a feline, but it is possible to do it

I'll have to do a post about canons in this universe :P

Tags: @bada-lee-ily @jinnie-ret @hwxnghyynjin @foxilsdenn @rensahazard @mynameisnotlaura @lucianidealz @ziipzeepzop-eez @ilovejeongin007

You can be added by asking in the replies, sending me a message, or doing an ask thingy.

#deantae nicholas ross #skz 9th member #stray kids 9th member #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #skz x male reader #stray kids x male reader #skz x 9th member #stray kids extra member #stray kids with the 9th member #9th member of skz #9th member of stray kids #kpop extra member #skz added member #stray kids added member #kpop added member #kpop addition #✧. ┊ Deantae nick's AUs

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dystopyx-blog · 11 months ago

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the yandere fae

So uh when I go to sleep I need some kinda yandere scenario to snuggle up with. typically there will be a key phrase that I use to jumpstart the yandere scenario the one I usually use is “where is she?!” what follows from that phrase is my (mostly platonic tbh) yandere fae

he is so stereotypical pretty fae man. Mans looks like fuckin printer paper origami, pointed ears, pale skin, and long ass white hair. He’s pretty until you see the lunacy in his eyes because he can’t find his darling. It shouldn’t be this hard to find you! Yes, his home is a massive palace in a massive secluded magic forest, but it’s all tied to his magic, and he has magic guards/servants posted everywhere! (All his staff are magically created golems, because he doesn’t want ANYONE else ANYWHERE near his darling). He found you as a child and took you in. Didn’t matter if you had a family, you were his now. He’s fae and didn’t really see himself as your dad, but like if you saw him as a father he wasn’t gonna waste his breath to correct you, so long as you love him. He’s a pseudo prince of fae—he has royalty in his blood, but he’s not the ruler of fae. He just rules his land. His barren, empty land. All that lives in his realm are some random (non magic) wildlife, his golems, himself, and ofc you. Exceot he can’t fucking FIND YOU RN??

He does eventually find you, and he’s immediately scooping you into his arms, regardless of your age, and hugging you to himself, telling you how much he loves you, how much you worried him, and how much he refuses to ever let you disappear like that again.

#Yandere #yandere rambles #yandere drabbles #yandere fae

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halfbaked00q · 24 days ago

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Fellow Bond scholars, what is our take on the ending of Spectre & how Bond handled Blofeld? I know I've seen opinions say he SHOULD have shot him. But..... tbh.... I'm not... entirely convinced?

Like. I know Supposedly, it was All Very Personal. But just. I guess... to ME, lmao. It felt so swagless and contrived. That I was kinda like.. personal where.

Like *Silva.* Now THAT was personal. But just.... and maybe it's also cuz Spectre had sooo much late-stage falling action? But for me, Blofeld felt more on the level of Yusuf Kabira. Where like yea it was personal, cuz of Vesper, but it wasn't *personal* cuz of Bond himself, or anyone he cared about.

hmmmm.... I guess maybe here's where I've somehow managed to convince myself that actually... maybe they SHOULD have done the Q gets kidnapped draft lol? Cuz then that WOULD have been personal. And it woulda been food. for ME. Cuz then I could rub my "for MY personal haha sickos purposes" M parallels on it.

But then they woulda also needed to establish more rapport between Bond & Q, and that would have cut into the already not-developed-enough Bond & Madeleine time, and ig that's why it got cut maybe? lol. but then Bond & Madeleine ALSO wasn't successful cuz they didn't have nearly enough development between the two of them, lol, so.

But yeah just. I dunno. I mean getting DRILL to BRAIN sucked, yea (obligatory they needed to have made more of that!!! there should have been 100x more consequences!! for. DRILL.. to BRAIN..) but I mean like. lowkey feel like it was still a swagless as hell torture. Like, Le Chiffre at least put his back into it. Sweated and huffed and puffed his heart out about it. Meanwhile what did Blofeld do? ooh strap him to a chair? Press a silly little button and have a silly little robot arm do a silly tiny unfold? (also lmao. was that drill even big enough to penetrate skull. like that was a miniscule, FLIMSY-ASS drill... like what was that, barely 1mm tops? I swear the cranial drills I see when I google are bigger... okay one random med tools site has "4-6mm for general drainage and children; 8mm, 9mm, 10mm or 11mm for adult craniotomy," and then this other rando one has 10mm, 14mm, and 22mm. soooooo. ??) Honestly, maybe the reason Bond was able to walk it off was cuz the tiny-ass pin-needle didn't even actually penetrate the skull. It did that thing where instead of going in it kinda just spun on the surface, lmao.

But yeah, like....... I dunno. And also Blofeld's supposed final stand with the dumb string and sad bad consumer-ass printer printed photos was so pathetic lol. Like it wasn't even "oh no this is twisting the knife" it was, like. "well now I just pity you even more lmao...." To me at least. once again.: hummus; thoughts?

#spectre posting #like I DO see Bond as a very I Will Take Care of it Myself kind of guy. again e.g. like he was ready to do w Vesper #like he did with Silva #but then if we only take this on face value. what about the lesson he went through/learned in QoS?#but then again. he very much was NOT on a vengeance quest even though he was being framed as being on one #and it's like... why NOT be on a vengeance quest? and ig it has to do with his thing abt how like. brutally Practical he is #like. after the person is dead. they're dead. M may have said it but I do think Bond quite embodies 'regret is unprofessional'#cuz e.g. after Vesper died. she's dead. he's committed to his path and so will be the best agent he can no more trying to find an out #and after Mathis died- like as Mathis was dying he cradled him. but after he died he ransacked his pockets & dumped the body #Mr. White killing himself in front of Bond was interesting- he turned away? But the way one might if someone were like. vomiting in front #of you maybe... and then he DID take a moment to close Mr. White's eyes...#but maybe it had to do with him having unfinished business w Mr. White even after his death. cuz he 'gave him his word'#CR & Le Chiffre is v interesting cuz Fleming Bond took the torture VERY personally? (and also was very funly fucked in the head abt it lmao)#whereas I just... don't feel like Craig!Bond took it personally? like it was just the cost of doing business; he gets it- if their positions #were reversed he probably woulda done something similar to HIM

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yell0wsalt · 5 months ago

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Fic: Watermelon Sugar

For @meljaymicrofics Day 18 Watermelon by John and Jane Q. Public

Relationship: Jayce Talis/Mel Medarda

Rating: G

Summary:

“You got my back tonight, right?” Mel asked while accepting the spare gaming headset Jayce placed in her hand.

His fingers lingered, flirting with the back of her hand before eventually letting go. “Of course. We’re going to obliterate the other team. I can feel it.”

University AU Gamer!Meljay

word count: 1158

The clock on Jayce’s dresser read 7:15 PM. Jayce’s relieved sigh was heavy as he still had some time before Mel came over. Pizza was already ordered and on its way. His roommate Viktor left their place not too long ago for a long overdue date with Sky. So far so good on those fronts. However, there was still mess strewn about on the floor Jayce had to contend with: random clothes, old containers, and collections of random objects he and Viktor were messing with. The two recently purchased a 3D printer and got a bit overzealous in discovering its capabilities.

Jayce yelped, bouncing on one foot gracelessly while cradling the other. He really needed to watch where he was going.

Another printed toy tossed into the junk drawer.

Scattered clothes here and there chucked into the laundry hamper. Empty water bottles tossed into the nearest receptacle.

Right about done.

“Hey, Jayce.”

Shocked hearing Mel’s disembodied voice, Jayce bristled before swiveling around near 360 to find the source. “Mel!” Rushing over to his bedroom window, Jayce knelt down to the cracked window where light green eyes peered over to him with subdued cat-like amusement.

“You’re early.”

“No I’m not. I’m right on time.”

“What, really?” Jayce whipped his head around fast enough his neck cracked in several places and checked the time. Well, I’ll be… Right on time.

“I brought a little something, too,” Mel added, raising a plastic bag as evidence. “I can come around to the front, yeah?”

“You could come in through the window, but I don’t think that’d be best practice,” he joked. “I’ll meet you right there.”

“Perfect. I can’t wait for tonight.”

****

It was a treat to go with their pizza Mel brought. Back at her place, she made a watermelon sorbet and coconut whipped cream to go with it. Turned out to be an easy to put together recipe that’d be refreshing at the end of the night. They were both excited to try it out.

But pizza first. Needed the energy before letting loose.

“You got my back tonight, right?” Mel asked while accepting the spare gaming headset Jayce placed in her hand.

His fingers lingered, flirting with the back of her hand before eventually letting go. “Of course. We’re going to obliterate the other team. I can feel it.”

****

“FUCK YEAH! We got your sorry asses!” Yelling at the screen, Mel readjusted her mic before continuing her onslaught, shooting down their opponents that took to the skies in their helicopter.

Jayce smirked to himself while covering Mel, taking down anyone that dared come for them on foot.

What started off as mere curiosity admiring Jayce’s custom computer and gaming setup the first time she came over to his place evolved to semi-regular gaming nights. Nothing quite like swearing at your enemies and shooting them down as stress relief when that would be beyond inappropriate because a professor grated down one’s nerves tirelessly.

Video games as a whole, especially ones such as what they were currently playing were forbidden in Mel’s household growin up. The novelty of indulging in such an outlet intrigued her, pulling her out of her shell in ways she never considered before. Plus she could learn the ins and outs from Jayce and it was a good bonding activity to spend quality time. They could get sucked together into a world beside their own.

When the countdown of that round struck, Mel whooped before tossing her headset to the side and falling back on Jayce’s bed. Legs kicking in the air animatedly, she sparkled with excitement. “We sure showed them tonight, didn’t we?”

Laying down next to her, Jayce turned his head watching her. “Sure did. Last week was tough, so it was satisfying to finally get them.”

“Most definitely… Oh, shoot!” Bending over to pick up the headseat, Mel quickly turned to Jayce apologetically. “Sorry about that. Got excited.”

Her apology was waved away with a shake of his head. “No need. It’s cute seeing you get animated like that.”

“Quite the interesting flatterer, Mr. Talis,” she teased with a smirk.

“Hardly flattery if I’m speaking the truth.” He reached his arms up in a satisfying stretch before resting his hands on the back of his head to stare at the ceiling.

The game’s outro music carried on for a minute or two before Jayce proposed to go another round in the game if she was up for it.

Raising an elegant brow, Mel rolled closer to him. “Tempting. But…” eyeing his form beside her up and down, “My attention has been diverted to something more enticing right now.”

Jayce’s biceps twitched, but he held his pose. “Is that right?”

With her hands now framing the sides of his torso and legs straddling his, she leaned into him slowly, bit by bit.

Watching thick dark eyelashes flutter and lips slowly part, Jayce followed along with her, the air between their lips thinning to a hair’s breadth.

Right as her lips ghosted over his, Mel paused with a devilish smile. “Watermelon sorbet!” Springing off him with a certain quickness, Mel reached a hand out to Jayce to pull him up. “I’ve been thinking about it the last couple of hours, I need it in my body pronto.”

Jayce’s gaze moved back and forth between Mel’s outstretched hand and awaiting expression momentarily before groaning and accepting the gesture. “Now who would I be to deprive you of such delicacies?” Hand in hand they wandered from Jayce’s room to the common area where the prize of their victory resided.

Refreshing and cool to the tongue, the crisp flavor and texture of the sorbet laid out on the tongue in citrusy bursts perfectly balanced by the coconut whipped cream.

Having finished his serving a few minutes before, Jayce rested his cheek in a propped hand watching Mel diligently spoon up the last morsels of her sorbet. The clinking of spoon against ceramic made his nose crinkle and he smiled into his smushed cheek watching the spoon slip past her lips for the final time.

Bowl and spoon pushed aside, Mel eyed him curiously. “You’ve been staring.”

“Guilty as charged. It was delicious, Mel, thanks for bringing it over. Think the craving’s been satisfied?”

Pursed lips shifted to the side, Mel pretended to consider the question. “Not quite. That was only the appetizer.”

“Hm?”

Reclaiming her seat on Jayce’s lap, Mel let her arms fall over his shoulders for her hands to scratch at the nape of his neck. Feeling Jayce’s hands settle on her waist and pull her closer so their bodies were flush, Mel captured his lips in a kiss for their tongues to tease the others’ languidly.

Damned if anyone were to walk in, but they didn’t care. Fuck the rest of the world as it faded to oblivion. It was only them in the other’s hands and hints of watermelon dancing on their tongues.

#modern AU gamer!Mel is funny to me. woman needs an outlet or she's gonna lose her shit. And I get it #goldenforge #meljay #mel medarda #jayce talis

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