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Hi Sebby, hi Ricky 👋🏻😊

Fernando’s first podium interview 2003 -> recent podium interview 2023 💙💚

Teen Seb is SO important to me.

am usually not into cosplayers but holy shit??? holy fucking fuck?????? this is like exactly how i picture my man in my head it's just nhggngghhnghhhh i feel kinda ngghnnhhnnghhn

when you die, gojo is still in denial. they say there are five stages of grief, yet he still hasn't been past that first phase. he misses it a lot. your touch on his skin. the way you'd trace random lines on his thighs when you were so indulge in a book. and that sudden grip whenever you came across a thrilling part of it. he always chuckled at your sudden "whats" and "awws".

he misses how your voice would always get gentler when you spoke to him. your usual voice was a little loud but whenever you spoke to him, you'd be so sweet and calm.

he misses how you'd outshine anyone and everyone around you. even him. the strongest. your smile was brighter than the diamond on your engagement ring. but life is unfair, isn't it? he was so excited to turn you from his fiánce to his wife, only to find you dead and cold on the ground, the crimson blood filming the diamond, drenching it in itself.

but to this day, even after so many years, he still finds himself in denial when he accidentally (to what it seems like a hundredth accident) calls you his wife mid conversation with someone else. "oh my wife loves this...perfume," he says to the worker, his voice fading in the end when he realizes he was supposed to use past tense. "loved"

"why don't you gift it to her? i am sure she'll love it," the girl smiles. if only she knew.

but he buys it anyway. decorates it with pink ribbons and stuff, even when he knew you were not there to open it anymore. he comes home, sits in one dim light of the bedroom, unwrapping it. he sprays the perfume on one of your dress that he loved. your scent. god he misses it. the cerulean eyes mimic an ocean once again in the wait of his lover. a useless wait for you were never arriving on his door ever again.

Ll asking one of the studs to do a Calvin klein photoshoot with her

VERY TIMELY CAUSE THEY WERE ALREADY DOING A PHOTOSHOOT LIKE THIS IN A DISTANT DREAM

tw: allusions to smut, exes!

"are you guys like friends or..." the magazine journalist asks with an elaborate wave of her hands, gesturing to the two of you as you sat side by side.

you and jenson just finished an intimate photo shoot for an underwear brand. while the motions seemed normal to the both of you, the touches and the heated glances seemed foreign to the the professional team.

and while they were used to such displays of affection, there seemed to be an unspoken tension between the two of you that ovewhelmed many of the staff.

you were too explosive and atttractive together.

"no." jenson answers, amused. he doesn't think he could ever be friends with you. not when he'd already kissed and touched every part of your skin. or had you writhing his name on a wanton chant. he couldn't settle as a simple friend. the term was far too weak for all his emotions.

you caught eachother's eye briefly, and jenson chuckles at your red cheeks.

"but you seem so—" the journalist tuts as she tries to find a suitable word, "close."

eye fucking must be the term, but it sounded salacious to be translated verbally, let alone written down in a publication.

"we're acquaintances." you answer. "we've known eachother for some time now.."

... and the long time included occasions where you had your legs wrapped around his waist and he gets terribly acquainted with the spot that makes you scream.

"oh, i see." she writes down something on her notes. "and how well do you know eachother?"

jenson pauses, looking at you for some guidance. you raised your eyebrows.

... he knows you're close when your breath stutters and his name falls from your lips in a breathy chant, broken sobs and whimpers escaping your lips in a pleasured whine.

"very well. she's always been a wonderful girl." jenson answers, though his eyes never left you, realizing one thing:

he missed playing this game of cat and mouse with you.

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In GOTG1 the very first thing we learn about Peter is that he’s been fighting other boys because they killed a frog. It’s the very first thing.

I’m not surprised how quickly he turned to ‘kill everyone’ after learning what they did to Rocket.

a/n: really short one based on that one scooby doo audio i keep hearing. the one with fred and daphne.

warnings: none other than the suggestive ending

imagine you, satoru, suguru and mei getting assigned to exorcise a curse at this “haunted house”. you guys arrived, and you didn’t expect it to be quite huge, so you decided it was better to split up.

“satoru, you and mei check upstairs. suguru and i will check the basement.” before you can say anything more, satoru leans over your shoulder and whispers “y/nnn…” your eyes widen, and you immediately know what he wants. “oh no, right, suguru, you and mei check upstairs. satoru and i’ll check the basement.” you flash an innocent smile at the two who just stare at you.

suguru narrows his eyes at the both of you and mutters “gross.” before turning away and walking upstairs. meanwhile, mei flashes you a smile, following suguru.

satoru presses you against the wall and kisses you with force. “satoru…” you pant, his lips trailing down your jaw towards your neck. “are y-you sure this is a g-good idea?” you hum as he sucks on a particular spot behind your ear. “i-it’s kinda creepy down h-here.” you look around the abandoned basement, dust and cobwebs all over. “it’s fine, baby," he says in between kisses. “don’t worry, your pretty little head.” his kisses trail even further down.

“i’ve got you," he says, his piercing blue eyes looking up at you as he’s on his knees, lifting your leg over his shoulder.