#pumpkin spice is the bane of my existence

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Rope Bunny || ‘Helping Hands’ Halloween Special

Pairing: Caretaker! Yoongi x Kindergarten teacher! Reader

Genre: Fluff || Smut || Established Relationship || Non-idol AU

Summary: Yoongi had never been too fond of Halloween. Hated that one tacky day of the year with every fibre of his being. All it takes however, is your little surprise to convince him that maybe, just maybe, Halloween isn't all that bad.

Word Count: 7.3k (i don’t know what happened)

Tags/ warnings: fluff, smut in the forms of: bondage, reader get's tied to the bed, vaginal fingering, penetrative protected sex (because that's cool), slight dacryphilia, playboy bunny costume, implied predator/prey play, implied pet play, aftercare, halloween slander, ew they're still in love

Notes: this can be read as a stand-alone without reading the first part of this mini-series! however you can read ‘helping hands’ here! as minor references are made.

for my love, @4amj3zz who i love with all my heart <3 thank you for the playboy bunny idea!

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It was no secret that Min Yoongi hated Halloween. The holiday—if you could even call it that—was a waste of time and money.

Halloween was a poor excuse to spend too much money on tacky decorations, and an easy excuse for candy makers to profit off one singular night each year. Frauds if you asked him.

Yoongi had never understood why parents let their children stumble from door to door in goofy costumes, asking for an inexplainable amount of sugar from strangers; the whole agenda a little backwards when ‘stranger danger’ is drilled into our heads as children. And now, kids have enough candy to give themselves a sugar high until Christmas rolls around, and an equally questionable Santa Clause fills their stockings with enough chocolate until the easter bunny comes.

He never understood why parents would buy a new, tacky looking costume each year when maybe they could be saving up for their child’s college tuition fees. And don’t get him started on adults dressing up. Min Yoongi was convinced that Halloween was the only night a year adults could dress in skimpy outfits, and no one would bat an eye. And a few too many sleazy men get a couple of hours of eye-candy to keep their imaginations running wild for the next couple of nights.

Now, Yoongi isn’t one to judge what others like to wear. He doesn’t feel it’s fair to judge, when he rotates the same 4 black shirts each week and might change it up with a new colour when you beg him to match outfits. Yoongi’s issue lies with the fact that it was the end of October.

The cusp of winter.

Where each night should be spent sat in front of the heater with stupid amounts of coffee (or in your case, hot chocolate) and a nice, cosy blanket wrapped around both your shoulders while a movie plays as you run your cold toes down his legs.

He wonders if cases of pneumonia or frostbite are at an all-time high on the 31st of October with the way some people dress themselves.

However, the absolute bane of Yoongi’s existence is all the pumpkin flavoured crap that nearly every franchise in the country liked to overprice in the month of October.

No, he didn’t want a pumpkin spice latte. No, he didn’t want the pumpkin tart instead of your usual sugared doughnut and his tiramisu.

It was Yoongi’s downfall when he was buying food for Holly, and suddenly the pet shop owner had asked if he wanted pumpkin favoured treats for his dog. Yoongi loved Holly as much as he loved you but he’s more than certain his puppy couldn’t give a flying fuck about a pumpkin flavoured biscuit.

The one thing that Yoongi did like about Halloween, however, was the excuse to watch scary movies. You on the other hand couldn’t stand them, burying your head underneath his arms when anything remotely spooky came up on the TV of an evening. So unfortunately, Yoongi hadn’t gotten his adrenaline rush as of late with a few too many trashy thrillers.  

“How do I look?” you give your boyfriend a twirl, black dress flaring around your thighs prettily.

Yoongi just blinks up at you, trying to ignore the pointed hat you’re wearing that grates at his eyes.

“What are you supposed to be?” he asks, raking his gaze down your body. Any excuse to give you a once-over.

“A witch obviously” you roll your eyes, if the spiderweb tights, hat and cape weren’t enough of a give-away.

“Isn’t that… basic?” Yoongi dares to ask and your shoulders slump forwards.

“Yes, but I don’t think a bunch of 4-year-olds are going to know who I am if I dress up as… I don’t know, MJ”

“MJ?”

“From Spiderman, Yoongi. We’ve watched all 8 movies, plus the animated one”

“If you were MJ does that make me Spiderman?” Yoongi drawls and you sigh.

“No” you shake your head and Yoongi’s eyebrows furrow, “You don’t believe in Halloween, so you don’t get the privilege to be my Spiderman.”

Yoongi scoffs at that, no real venom in his expression as he watches you fix your hair in the vanity mirror.

“Oh” you turn to look at your boyfriend, “Don’t forget to pick up that package at the post office after work today either, okay?”

Yoongi nods, puckering his lips for a kiss. You oblige, leaning down so the brim of your hat brushes the top of Yoongi’s head as your lips press against his own.

“Love you” he whispers, breath fanning your lips in the way where goosebumps prickle the skin of your arms.

“Love you more!” you smile, “And, don’t be late tonight. Remember I have a surprise!” you giggle, and Yoongi would have been a little more worried if you hadn’t been so happy. On more than one occasion you’d tried to surprise your boyfriend; once trying to cook a three-course meal, however you hadn’t known cans can’t go in the microwave. That had led to your boyfriend having to work over the weekend to replace the wretched utility machine.

He smiles as you skip out of the bedroom, chunky boots thumping on the hardwood floor as you flit around the house for anything you may have forgotten last minute. Even though your boyfriend had made sure to pack your work bag the night before, since he knew you could be a little slow in the mornings and he knew you didn’t need the added stress.

<3

Yoongi’s foot taps impatiently, dull pat pat pat of his sneakers bouncing off the walls as he leans against the post office’s desk. Fingers numb as he scrolls through his phone, weather bitter outside the heated post office. The old man that was at front of house had wandered out back to get his package and seemed to be taking his sweet, sweet time riffling through piles of unclaimed mail.

Yoongi’s phone lights up, a message from you; asking what time he would be home because you’d gotten his surprise all ready. And no matter how much Yoongi loved you, he was still a little sceptical of what your surprise could be.

You had never been good at keeping secrets, always blurting out little hints which would evidently lead to him to your little plots, only to act like he never knew what you were up to when the time came for you to surprise him. Because your smile was worth a little acting if it meant he got to see you looking so happy. Like he had been the one to surprise you, and of course he’d reward you with a sweet kiss that always made your cheeks flush the prettiest pink.

[4:56 pm]

My love:

Yoongs how long will you be? I’ve finished setting up your surprise and I’m getting impatient :’(

[4:57 pm]

Yoonie:

Soon, the old guy that works here is slow.

[4:57 pm]

My love:

:(

He should really get someone to help him with all those packages…

Maybe we could help

[4:58 pm]

Yoonie:

You barely have time to take care of yourself. There’s a flyer on the door saying they’re hiring; a few high school kids will probably start applying soon now that the holidays are almost here.

<3

Yoongi takes a look at your package. You hadn’t told him what you’d bought but from the looks of things it was from that little doggy clothing shop you loved. If Yoongi thought he spoiled Holly too much, don’t get him started on you.

He doesn’t bother pulling his keys from the back of his jeans, knowing you were home, instead he knocks.

Only to be answered with silence.

Yoongi knocks on the door again, no stranger to your habit of dancing around the bedroom with your music blasting through his speakers as you tidy up the mess, you’d made during your morning rush.

Only to once again be faced with nothing.

He leans his ear against the door, cold wood numbing his cheek as he narrows his eyes, hoping to hear any sound coming from the apartment.

Assuming the best, he guesses you’d forgotten to pick something up at the shops and decided a little early evening walk was now squeezed into your meticulously planned Halloween schedule.

Get home. Clean while Yoongi picks up package. Cook together. Bathe together. Maybe watch a Halloween movie, only if it isn’t scary. Roast marshmallows on the balcony. Read together. Brush teeth together. Wear matching pjs. Get the fluffy blanket for bed from the dryer. Talk about each other’s plans for tomorrow. Maybe sleep.

Yoongi easily slips his pair of keys from his pocket, the jingling bouncing off the walls of the empty hallway. And he hears the neighbour’s dog bark at the sound.

The lights are on when he pushes the door open with his foot. Your work shoes neatly placed on the rack, an empty space for his own sneakers to sit comfortably beside your own.

“Y/n?” he calls out, kicking the door closed behind him, “You home, my love?”

He hears shuffling from the other room, your silk bedsheets ratting you out that you’re home.

Yoongi dumps the brown box onto the couch, the little pattering of Holly’s feet bringing his attention to the floor as he kicks his shoes off.

Yoongi bends down, pulling a strip of tissue paper from the dog’s mouth. “Gross. You can’t eat that.”

He pokes his head into the kitchen, the dog’s bowl still half full of dinner, so you hadn’t forgotten to feed him. But it seemed his little dog had gotten distracted in the process of his meal, and you may be the main culprit. Yoongi didn’t even know what to think. For the first time since you’d started dating, you had kept a secret, and he didn’t have an inkling of what it could be.

Were you proposing?

That was meant to be his job. He had the ring and everything.

He just hadn’t worked up the guts to ask you yet.

What if you really were proposing? Should he say yes and then tell you he also had an engagement ring? Or should he say no?

That would be stupid.

He wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, but he wanted his proposal to be more than perfect.

Not that you wouldn’t make it perfect.

What if he said no and you got the wrong idea?

What if you decided to break up with him?

God knows what he would do if that were to happen.

Maybe you weren’t proposing…

But your surprise.

It wasn’t dinner, he knew that much. You hadn’t set the table, nor was there any food simmering on the stove.

Maybe you’d bought ugly matching pyjamas again.

But what if you were proposing?

He wanders towards your bedroom; a slice of dim orange lamp light coats the floor in its heady glow from where the bedroom door is slightly cracked open.

And Yoongi stands there for a moment as he hears you hum to yourself; and his new assumption is that you’re probably lying-in bed as you watch something from your phone, headphones plugged in as he hears nothing more than your voice.

Maybe you’d forgotten all about your little surprise and although you’d been hyping him up all day, with teasing glances across the cafeteria at lunch, and light brushes of your fingers over his chest as he passed you in the halls; Yoongi would much rather you have forgotten your little proposal if it meant he could be the one to get down on one knee.

However.

Yoongi feels as though time stops when he pushes the bedroom door open.

There you are, sprawled out on your stomach, legs kicking up behind you as you rest your chin the palms of your hands. Open book long forgotten, the pages flipping closed by themselves. You hadn’t bothered to crack the spine, design too pretty to tamper with, and although later you’ll whine about losing your page, maybe even blame it on your boyfriend, right now the look on Yoongi’s face was funny enough for you not to care. Whatever little love story you’d been invested in suddenly meaningless as you look into Yoongi’s eyes, love and lust mingled into one as he stares at you, mouth agape.

And you wonder if you’d ever seen Yoongi make such an expression during the course of your relationship.

It’s not often you splurge on an outfit for the bedroom; truthfully Yoongi had never been all that bothered. You could be wearing a chunky sweater and sweats for all he cared, and he would still get bricked up at just the thought of you, with what you hide beneath layers of clothes. Though, it was never an unwelcomed surprise when you did choose to go and buy something that makes you feel a little prettier than usual.

“Is that a playboy bunny costume?” he gapes, eyes glued to the delicate black ears that sit prettily atop of your head. Frilly little collar and bow snug around your neck with matching little cuffs that encase your pretty wrists. The epitome of sex. All his. And god, did Yoongi love you.

He thinks you put all the other playboy bunny models to shame as you smile up at him, warm orange glow cast over your face in a way that makes Yoongi think you look almost angelic. Almost, if it weren’t for the skimpy little outfit you had on, that did wonders to highlight every part of your body that Yoongi loves most. Though he supposes it covered your pretty little pussy too much for his liking, nothing his fingers can’t fix.

“Yep!” you smile, “Surprise!” your radiant smile a little too innocent for what was about to happen.

Yoongi opens his mouth, only to close it. His extensive vocabulary, years of studying a thesaurus for lyrics that flow like poems suddenly evaporating to nothing more than the image of you dressed so prettily in his bed.

His eyes flit back up to your ears, lacy and black and they just looked so perfect on you. And it leaves Yoongi wondering if some part of him liked your little bunny ears more than he should, something primal vibrating in his chest with the need to just defile you, with how soft and round and absolutely perfect you look, a pretty little bunny all his for the taking.

“Did I really make you speechless?” you ask, eyes wide with wonder and Yoongi can only be baffled at how good you’d been able to keep this a secret.

Yoongi had always been a man of few words, and over time you’d been good at deciphering his wants without him having to open his mouth but this, this Yoongi, whose head looked empty apart from you, was something new.

“Seems so” he takes a few steps towards the bed, unintentionally hesitant as he wonders where to touch, “Oh fuck—” he groans, head tipping back, “is that a tail?” he gapes, shameless as he watches your butt wiggle. Hand pulling his jeans away from his crotch, blood rushing south as he just stares. Enamoured by the little ball of fluff that sits perfectly above your pert behind.

“It’s really soft. Wanna touch?” your index finger toys with your bottom lip, shiny with gloss and little plumper from where you’d been biting it.

Yoongi kneels on the edge of the bed, tips of his fingers brushing over the faux fur tail. His hands trail downwards, index finger running over your covered core; feeling it pulse as he applies a little more pressure. Chocked groan catching in his throat as he feels the material dampen under his careful touch.  

“Was this your idea?” He asks, ignoring your evident frown when he pulls his hand away from where you needed it most. Instead choosing to run it through his hair, grown out from when you’d first started dating, and perfect for you to pull when he makes home between your thighs.

“Someone at work brought up the idea” you tell him honestly, legs still kicked up behind you; the flex of your thighs entirely mesmerising to Yoongi that you can only wonder if your boyfriend was actually listening.

“You didn’t have to do this you know” Yoongi leans down to run his nose along the length of your jaw, the vanilla perfume he’d bought you on your birthday making him smile. Though you didn’t smell like him, he had been the one to pick out the scent, so he supposes it sates that little possessiveness he has over you when you aren’t together.

“Do you not like it? I thought it would be fun, especially since it’s Halloween” you say, albeit a little distracted as Yoongi presses open mouth kisses along the apples of your cheek, painting them ruby red with your own natural blush. Yoongi’s kisses always did make you flustered, he had never been very shy with his tongue, and he made sure you knew it.

“I like it. Fuck that—I love it. I just don’t want you doing anything you’re uncomfortable with” he whispers, continuing his onslaught of wet kisses, though he now trails them down the length of your bare neck. Addicted to the taste of your skin, making sure it glistened with his saliva.

“I’m okay with it. Made me feel pretty and sexy” your mouth falls open as his teeth nip your skin, red and purple roses blossoming as he sucks on the skin of your neck, painting you like an artist would a canvas.

“You’re always pretty and sexy” Yoongi grumbles, pushing himself to sit. And if he pretends not to notice the way you trail after him, that’s his own secret. The two of you like magnets, hard to pull away once pushed so close.

You follow Yoongi in sitting up, now giving your boyfriend a full view of how your little playboy bunny costume pushes your breasts together.

Yoongi swallows thickly, tongue coming to wet his lips as his fingers itch to touch you. He pulls away when he’s nothing more than inches away from touching your heated skin, and your shoulders drop at that. Pitiful pout tugging at your lips as he shuffles off the bed eagerly.

“Wait here” your boyfriend tells you, and you take a peek at his steadily growing erection as he scuttles towards the closet.

“What’re you looking for?” you ask, leaning back on your arms as you watch Yoongi rummage around for a certain box. Your fingers trail down the length of your body, index finger toying with your clit over the thin cottony fabric. You couldn’t help it that Yoongi had riled you up, hole clenching, begging to be touched, filled, you’d take anything just to have that sweet release that taunts you while your boyfriend shoves box after box and piles of clothes out of his way, in looks for something.

“Some ropes for my little rope bunny” he mutters, patience steadily growing weary the longer he’s away from you, watching as you play with yourself from his peripherals. Yoongi think’s all coherent thoughts are slowly trailing down to his dick, throbbing almost painfully in his jeans as you continue to squirm under the careful touch of your fingers.

“They’re on the top shelf. Velvety box”

“Thanks” your boyfriend throws a soft smile over his shoulder, you feel your own lips tug up at that.

“Hey! No touching” he points an accusatory finger at you, eyes trained on your hand that you grind against.

It had been surprising, how open about sex you had been once you’d gotten closer, more comfortable with Yoongi. And he thinks you must be the horniest person he knows. You’d been shy, a little reserved about being so intimate with him that it was beyond a surprise when you’d gotten comfortable enough to touch yourself in front of Yoongi without a care in the world. He never minded, always eager to please you sexually, and he felt proud even, that the two of you had progressed so much in your relationship.

“Can’t help it” you giggle, falling back onto the bed as Yoongi brings the box back over towards you.

You feel his fingers replace your own, tugging the crotch of your costume to the side to side a finger through your slit, your cheeks heating red at the lewd squelch. Your thighs twitch at that, hips bucking to try and get Yoongi to push at least a finger inside of you.

Your boyfriend, however, seems to have other plans, pulling his hand away from your pulsing core. Instead, he flips open the lid of the box, neatly wound coils of rope lined delicately inside. He’d indulged, buying a plethora of colours to spoil you with when you wanted to be tied up.

Your boyfriend had gotten good at cuffing you to the bed with ropes, had practiced over and over after you’d confessed one night you liked the idea of being completely at his mercy. Begging him to at least let you touch him while he makes you cum. Something about Yoongi being a little mean in bed always riled you up, your cunt shiny with arousal as he plays around with your body a little.

“Arms up, baby” he nods his head towards the head of the bed, “Nothing too crazy today” he reassures when you scoot your way up the bed, head resting comfortably on a couple of Yoongi’s pillows as he shuffles up the bed.

He’d watched so many videos online, making sure that the first time the two of you tried playing with ropes there was no chance he would hurt you in the process. The product of his practice showing as he cuffs you to the head of the bed with ease, looping the ropes expertly around your wrists before he weaves them between the bars of the headboard, chunky knot keeping you attached to the head of the bed. He slips two fingers between the ropes and your wrist to ensure it wasn’t too tight and your skin wouldn’t be nicked or burnt in the process.

You watch him bite his lip, friction of his jeans against his erection sending a jolt of pleasure up his spine. Your boyfriend’s head tipping back to ride out the shuddering arousal that wracks his body.

You tug at your restraints, checking if they would hold, “Loose enough?” Yoongi asks, and you nod, “Words, darling”

“It’s good” you whisper, breath getting caught in your throat at the deepening lust in Yoongi’s eyes as you lay sprawled beneath him. Left to writhe under his hands, completely at his mercy.

“And you remember your safe word?”

“Red”

“Good girl” he throws his head back, palming over his jeans to alleviate some of the discomfort, underwear starting to soak through with precum.

“Can you get a condom?” Yoongi asks as he unzips his jeans, sigh of relief tipping off the ledge of his lips as the pressure on his cock is alleviated.

“No, not really” you snort, and Yoongi looks up at you, mouth dropping open. If he wasn’t mildly embarrassed, he may have started drooling a little at the image of you laid perfectly for him, ever so pretty as you wait patiently. Your core glistening in the lamp light, hole winking rhythmically, calling your boyfriend to sink his hard cock into your tight heat.

“Sorry” he grumbles, tugging his jeans off, throwing them somewhere behind him before leaning across your body to pull open the drawer of his nightstand. He’s glad you’re tied up, little velvet box shoved to the forefront of the drawer next to the box of condoms and he can only thank his lucky stars you’re unable to see it.

“Can you take this off” you toe at his hoodie, exaggerated frown tugging at your lips. Growing restless as you boyfriend fiddles with your condom stash.

Yoongi leans down to kiss your pouty lips, “not fair you’re still basically dressed” he whispers, pressing another kiss to your lips.

“Not my fault you got ahead of yourself and got the ropes out” you smile as he presses another kiss to your lips, revelling in the feeling of your minty breath fanning his skin.

“Couldn’t help it” he tells you as he pulls his hoodie and shirt over his head, leaving him in nothing more than his boxers, “Looked too pretty to let you hop off”

You ogle at his bare skin, so smooth, begging you to mark him up.

Yoongi had always had soft, milky skin, pretty and smooth and perfect for you to press kisses down his stomach as your fingers trace his happy trail, a pathway to what hides in his pants. A part of his body that was yours, somewhere no one else would ever get the pleasure of seeing. Or having the pleasure of touching.

Your eyes widen at that, “Are you into like predator, prey play?” you gape, wad of slick seeping from your folds at the prospect of your boyfriend being into something so… primal and raw. By no means was he vanilla but this came as a surprise to even you.

“No” your boyfriend laughs, fingers tugging down the neckline of your top to free your breasts, low moan rumbling up his throat as they bounce.

He leans down, tongue laving up your right nipple with spit before his teeth tug at them, intent on making them red and puffy and ever so pretty and sensitive. You let out something akin to a squeak, surprised by the jolt of that delicious pleasurable pain that jostles down your spine straight into your core.

“Feels like it” your mouth falls open, breathy moan dripping off your tongue like sweet honey as Yoongi presses a wet kiss to your neglected nipple, making sure it shines in the bedroom’s lamp light.

“I’m sure it’s something we can look into” you feel his warm breath fan against your skin as he talks. Goosebumps prickling in its wake.

Your hips lift off the bed when you feel your boyfriend’s greedy fingers push the fabric of your costume aside that covers where he wants you most, cotton fabric brushing against your clit, a lick of pleasure kicking your hips up, knee knocking against Yoongi’s stomach. He slips a finger into your awaiting hole, groaning against your neck as he gently thrusts it into you, velvet walls pulling him in.

“Another one, please” your hips buck in rhythm with his fingers, a second finger easily sliding into you. You feel a dribble of arousal push out of your hole as Yoongi continues to increase the pace of his fingers, determined to find that little sweet spot that’ll make you see stars.

“Ah” you jolt forwards, teeth catching your bottom lip to subdue any more moans, something so embarrassing about the borderline pornographic sounds that tumble from your lips in quick succession.

“I wanna hear you, darling” Yoongi pushes himself up to meet your eyes, determination etched in his brows as he soaks in your pleasure.

He slips his fingers out of your cunt, kissing away your frown as he haphazardly tugs his underwear off. Beyond the point of caring for foreplay, his cock pulsing as it slaps against his stomach, pearly beads of precum staining his skin clear as he reaches over to grab the condom, he’d dropped to sate your needy cunt.

“I love you” he reminds you as his deft fingers tear the foil wrapper open, and you don’t care to look where he throws it as you watch him pump his cock a few times before he rolls the rubber down his shaft.

You lick your lips, Yoongi’s mouth tugging into a cocky smirk as he catches it from the corner of his eye.

You’d never been a big fan of male genitalia, something unappealing about them. However, in all your years of living, Yoongi may have the prettiest cock to ever grave this earth. Curved just right that it nudges that little sweet spot inside of you, girthy enough that you can feel the stretch as he pushes into you.

“Like what you see, little bunny?” he taunts, hand coming to wrap around his thick cock, tipping his head back as he languidly strokes himself; a shame you couldn’t touch him really.

You tug at the ropes that keep you bound to the bed, a pathetic whine falling off your lips that sends arousal straight to Yoongi’s cock, causing it to twitch in his palm.

“Fuck, doll. I could get off right now, and you would have to watch”

You stare at your boyfriend, refusing to look past his waist as he continues to jack himself off, only hoping your eyes could convey just how much you needed him.

“I can’t do anything if you don’t tell me what you want” Yoongi’s voice comes out gravelly, another wad of your arousal dribbling down onto the sheets.

“Fuck me. Please Yoongi, fuck me” your hips roll upwards, arms tugging at the ropes, anything to get some sort of friction.

Yoongi takes a moment to look at you, the epitome of sin laid out all for him. Your nipples still shining with his spit, your cunt glistening with your own arousal, pitiful as it had slicked up from a few heated kisses and a couple of fingers teasing you. Your little bunny ears lay a little askew from where you’d been writhing around, desperate for some form of release. However, Yoongi liked to tease, liked to make the build-up to your orgasm worth it.  

“I was thinking of cumming on those pretty tits of yours” he drawls, thumb brushing over the head of his cock, thighs clenching with pleasure.

Your eyes turn teary at that, and Yoongi thinks that by some miracle his dick hardens just a little more, “Doesn’t look like you like the sound of that” he frowns, mocking you.

“Yoongi please” you sniffle, and your boyfriend would have been worried by the pearly little tears that cascade down your cheeks if he didn’t know you liked to be teased a little, your safe word was there for a reason.

“Please what, doll? I’m not a mind-reader”

“Please fuck me, it hurts” your hips buck up into nothing; another pitiful snivel at that, your fingers taking a-hold of the ropes around your wrists, “wanna touch you, please Yoonie”

“Yeah?” he asks, and you nod.

Yoongi leans down, pressing a warm kiss to the apple of your cheek before he lowers his lips to yours. You think you can taste your salty tears on his lips, his tongue licking up into your mouth when you let out a breathy moan. Yoongi makes light work of toying with your clit, making sure you were slicked up enough to take him.

Two fingers were never usually enough prep for you without there being a little burn on your behalf, but he felt a little mean today, pent up frustration from a long week at work. And he knew you liked to feel the stretch, having confessed during your first time together that you didn’t mind him being a little rough; encouraged it even.

“Please, please, please” you whisper into his mouth as he moves himself over you, pulling your thighs so they rested over his own, your restraints pulling taught as he moves you further down the bed.

“Okay, my love. Gonna fuck you now, okay?” he asks, running his hands over your thighs.

“Yes. Yes please” your thighs twitch in anticipation.

You watch Yoongi as he lines his length up with your hole, dragging the head through your slit to lube up his cock before he gently pushes in. His mouth falls open as you let out a breathy moan, thighs pulling him closer as he slips further into you.

“Slowly, darling. I don’t want to hurt you” he holds his hips in place, shallowly thrusting to help you accommodate his size.

“I’m okay, please—I need more” you shake your head, bunny ears barely holding on as your back arches, another attempt to get Yoongi to hurry up and move. He relents, hips kicking forwards to thrust the rest of his length into you. You moan, arms tugging to try and touch your boyfriend, only to feel another wave of tears coat your cheeks as you can’t hold him.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Forgot I can’t hold you” you tell him and Yoongi chuckles, leaning down to press a kiss to each of your cheeks.

“Want me to untie you?” he asks, running his nose along the wet skin of your jaw.

You stay silent for a moment, before giving him a simple nod.

“Please”

“Anything for you, my love” he smiles, and you feel a little less distressed as he unknots your restraints.

Yoongi inspects your wrists, a little red from where you’d tugged a little too hard but nothing a little soothing cream couldn’t fix after he’s finished with you.

“Ready now?” he asks, and you’re surprised he hadn’t slipped out of you yet.

You nod.

“Words, baby” he reminds, and you scrunch your nose up at that.

“Ready, please fuck me now”

He laughs at that, pulling his hips back before thrusting back into you. You scramble to hold onto him, nails digging into the clear canvas of his back, your lust and love written in the red marks that paint his skin, matching your own art that he’d bitten and sucked onto your own precious body.

Yoongi’s head falls into the crook of your neck, hips relentless as he continues his onslaught of thrusts, crude slapping of skin on skin dulled out by your own staccatos of breathy ‘ah ah ahs’ filling the room as Yoongi harmonises with his own throaty groans. Practically folding you in half as your thighs squeeze your breasts together.

“Gonna come. Cum with me” he moans, angling his hips to try and find your sweet spot.

“There, there, there” you tell him, voice pitching higher as your body jolts up the bed. Bunny ears long forgotten as they lay abandoned on your pillow.

Yoongi pushes himself up to watch your face, breasts catching his attention as they bounce in time with his thrusts. “I love you so much” he groans, snapping his hips upwards.

He leans down, spit dribbling onto your right nipple before he leans down and takes the sensitive skin between his teeth.

“Play with yourself, doll” he groans.

Your hand trails between your bodies, slicked with sweat as you gather your own arousal onto your fingers, bringing it up to circle your clit. Your hips buck up to meet Yoongi’s halfway, your fingers drawing tight circles on your sensitive bud.

“Gonna cum” you tell your boyfriend, continuing your onslaught on your clit, pleasure licking up your spine.

“Me too. Together, okay?” his pelvis smacking into your own.

You feel his cock twitch, your fingers strumming at your clit in quick circles as you fall over the edge, vision turning white as your fingers cramp up, nails raking over your sensitive pearl, causing your thighs to clench, pulling Yoongi so he was completely buried in your cunt.

Your pulsating walls were enough for Yoongi to cum as well. His hips rolling sluggishly, no rhythm as he helps you ride out your high, his cock starting to soften as your thighs start to shake around his waist.

“Too much” you tell him, hips jolting as his pushes himself all the way in once more before pulling out.

Your chest releases a stuttering breath, skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. Yoongi pulls the condom off, tying it before he throws it in the trash beside the vanity, grabbing a rolled-up towel to help wipe up your slick stained thighs. He’s gentle as he does it, not wanting to push you into the worst kind of overstimulation.

He collapses beside you once he’s done, towel somewhere with his forgotten clothes on the floor, a task he’ll deal with later. “That really was a surprise” he hums.

“It was hard to keep a secret” you say, voice a little hoarse, “The package arrived like a week ago and I wanted to show you so bad”

“Thank whoever at work gave you the idea” he teases, frowning when you bite your lip, a little guilty, “What?” he asks, heart dropping.

“Well, you can thank them.” You give him a little smile, “It was actually Seokjin that said you’d like it”

“Why the fuck is Jin giving you advice on your sex life?” he gapes, arm falling over your waist.

“I really don’t know how we got onto that conversation” you tell him honestly, head tilting cutely in that way it does when you think, “But then he was telling me about that girl he’s dating—the one with kids, and he said he came home from work one day and she was wearing this really pretty lingerie”  

“Where does the playboy bunny come in?” he asks, watching your eyes light up.

You look down at your costume, bunched up around your waist, “Well I then asked Jungkookie what he thought about the idea because you know Jin can be a little… extra; and kook said maybe go for a costume or something for Halloween but make it sexy”

“And he suggested a bunny? That’s fitting” Yoongi snorts, thumb gently rubbing over your bare skin.

“No, it was actually Taehyung. Kookie must have told him about my idea, and he sent me this link to a website, they had some really cool stuff on there, we could try roleplay one day. They had a cat costume as well with little socks that have toe beans and a collar and everything”

“I’m starting to think you’re into pet play” Yoongi teases.

“Oh, no, I meant for you” you giggle, kissing away the crease in his brow as he narrows his eyes.

“Oh yeah!” you push yourself up on your elbows, ignoring how Yoongi watches your breasts bounce with the motion, “I bought Holly bunny ears too. I was gonna show you, but then… yeah” you scrunch your nose up at the state of your costume, “I think this needs a wash before it goes anywhere near the dog”

“Is that what you made me pick up” Yoongi closes his eyes, “the amount of shit that dog has, he doesn’t need bunny ears, darling”

“But I wanted us to match, it was gonna be so cute, but you couldn’t keep your dick in your pants long enough for me to go through with my whole Halloween plan before we had sex. Plus, I bought another little jumper for him as well so it wasn’t a wasted trip before you complain” you huff, and Yoongi can only smile, enamoured that even though you looked moments away from passing out from exhaustion you still seemed to have a little fire lit within you.

“Don’t act like it wasn’t your plan from the start, I bet you weren’t even reading” he accuses, and you gasp, ever the dramatic.

“Was too. And the guy took the girl out on a date before they fucked” you perse your lips.

“Is that so?” he muses, “We can always go on the date now” he peers over at the clock on the wall, “I don’t feel like cooking, it’s too late. Why don’t we order in?” he turns towards you, pressing a kiss to your collarbone, “Then we can catch up on that series you liked the look of”.

“Oh, actually I bought pumpkin spice ramen for us to try”

“You what?” his mouth falls open.

“Huh?” you raise your eyebrows, “talking about the time, I really should pee and then shower, I feel sticky”

“Hey! You know I despise pumpkin spice anything, you’re not getting out of this one” he follows you as you push yourself off the bed, stripping out of your costume. It lays discarded on the floor as you wander into the bathroom, Yoongi not far behind you.

“Yeah, but it’s a once-in-a-lifetime experience. When are we ever eating pumpkin spice ramen again?”

“Never” his eyebrows crease in mild disgust and if he wasn’t so cute then maybe you would have been a little more offended.

“Exactly, it could taste like ass for all we know” you shrug, “And then you can justify your pumpkin spice hatred”

“It’s already justified” he tells you as he turns the water on, nudging your butt into the shower as he follows behind.

“Whatever, you’re lucky I love you” you muse, turning around, pushing yourself on your tippy toes to press an innocent kiss to his puckered lips.

“Love you too, I’ll make pumpkin soup next weekend”

“So, you do like pumpkin” you gape.

“Yeah” he smiles, “Only when it isn’t a marketing scheme”

You sigh, shoulders falling. “I really do love you” you can’t help the smile that tugs onto your lips.

“I love you more, as a matter of fact” he angles the water so it soaks your body.

“Crazy, science actually says that I love you more”

“Science is usually a bunch of bullshit. I dropped out of college anyways, science means jackshit”

“You’re unbelievable” you lean your head against his chest, heart beating languidly as he reaches over for your shampoo, lathering it up in his hands before he helps you wash your hair.

“Science proves that I may be unbelievable but a certain someone can’t seem to get enough of me” he replies, fingers expertly massaging your scalp.

“I wonder who that is”

“The woman I wanna marry”

Your eyes snap open at that, pulling away from Yoongi as you just stare at him.

“What?”

“What?”

“Marry? Me?” you point at yourself, eyes wide with wonder as your boyfriend shrugs.

“Who else?” he drawls, trying not to smile at the precious image of you, soap sudded hair, cheeks rosy from the steaming hot water, as you look at him like he had been the one to hang the stars in the sky.

“I don’t know, are you secretly dating someone else?” you narrow your eyes, wiping a dollop of shampoo from your forehead as it threatens to fall into your eyes.

“Guess you’ll never know” his lips tug into a smirk.

“This isn’t your proposal, right? I literally haven’t said yes and that’s probably really shitty of me”

“God no” Yoongi groans, “I’m not proposing in the shower, doll. I thought your surprise was you proposing” he admits, and you can’t help the laugh that bubbles up your throat.

You slap a hand over your mouth, “I hadn’t even thought of that, holy shit, were you disappointed?”

“What? No. I was relieved” he shakes his head, damp strands of hair stuck to his forehead, “I really want to be the one to propose and I almost shat myself thinking you were doing it tonight”

You snort, “Would you have said yes?” you ask, rinsing your hair, beckoning Yoongi over with a nudge of your head so you could wash him.

“I mean, yeah” he lets out a long breath, “and then told you to take it back so I could ask you instead”

“You really are unbelievable” you shake your head, “Does this mean I should expect a proposal at some point in the near future?”

Yoongi thinks back to that little velvet box that still sits in his nightstand drawer, then he narrows his eyes down at you, “I don’t know, should you?”

You smile up at him, “I love you”

“Jokes on you, I love you more” he turns you away from him, tugging your body wash from the shelf. “Ah Ah” he shushes you when you try and speak, “No more of that, just let me take care of you and then we can try your shitty ramen while we watch corpse bride or some other lame kids movie”

#bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts smut #yoongi imagine #yoongi x reader #yoongi fic #yoongi #bts jungkook #jungkook fanfic #namjoon fanfic #taehyung #bts seokjin #bts hoseok #bts fic #bts x reader #taehyung fluff #jeon jungkook fanfic #jungkook fluff #jungkook imagine #taehyung imagine #seokjin fic #seokjin imagine #hoseok imagine #hoseok fanfic #jimin x reader #jimin fluff #bts #bts au fanfic #min yoongi #rope bunny

[shankschewtoy]

Spooky

a/n - happy Halloween :D this is just some modern hcs of how op characters deal with the spooky stuff lol-

Warnings ⚠️ - I bully kid, g/n reader, modern au

Yamato

- he promises, absolutely promises he’ll protect you if you guys go to a haunted house

- He’s like a little excited puppy when he sees all the decorations, and it’s so adorable how he points out how cool they are 🥺

- Really skiddish 😭

- Hides behind you when a knife pops out of nowhere

- He’s so tall that when something jumps out, he jumps up, hitting his head on the ceiling

- Those things that pop out often hit him in the face on accident, poor boy’s too tall

- he will need to hold your hand the entire time, or else he might get too scared

- HE WANTS TO CARVE PUMPKINS WITH YOU

- DO IT OR DIE

- he’ll buy those huge ones and get all the supplies, he loves anything that he can do with you :)

- He’ll decorate the house with cobwebs, put a fog machine outside, and he’ll answer the door for trick or treaters

- OR- you guys can go trick or treating :D

- He’s totally up for dressing up if you want to :0

- (I dressed up in a full Yamato getup today lmao)

- if he dresses up as a ghost or smth like that, kids’ll be so scared since he’s so tall lmao

- professional haunted house worker

- But then he feels bad for scaring kids afterwards 🥺

- “Y/n- am I scary-???”

- god I’m gonna cry

- PLEASE TELL HIM HES NOT SCARY

- “Yama- you’re not scary… You’re adorable.”

- *yamato’s heart just got 10x bigger*

- 100% Halloween can be his fav holiday, or his least favorite lmao

Kid

- that one guy in the neighborhood that has a mechanical dragon or some shit on the front lawn that’s fully operational

- if kids take more than one candy from the bowl, he’ll know, and chase them down lmao

- “THE SIGN SAYS ONLY ONE YOU MOTHERFUCKER-“

- “Kid. Language.” Spray him with a spray bottle please

- yes he’s yelling at a 7 year old child

- loves candy, and will eat whatever you don’t like

- pssst he secretly saves the ones you like from the candy bowl so you can eat them later

- he’s actually a sweet boy :)

- when you two watch horror movies, and something jumps out, he’s like frozen to his seat, duct taped to the couch

- He was so spooked that he couldn’t fucking move

- He doesn’t make a sound, but he’s so scared it’s almost sad

- You have to hold his hand and then he gets all grumpy

- “I’m not scared!”

- “Kid- you’re gonna break my hand-“

- he’s visibly shaking when the movie ends

- Can’t fall asleep without literally holding you close to him and making sure every single window and door is locked 💀

Law

- he hates horror movies just because of the fact that they’re not accurate

- “Being stabbed in the bicep won’t cause that much bleeding for someone who didn’t-“

- “Law. It’s a movie.”

- if you get scared of horror movies, or haunted houses, he’s your man lmao

- This man cannot be spooked by anything 😭

- Knife in front of him? Meh. Some rando with gore makeup jumps out at him? Eh.

- he actually enjoys decorating with you, and he’ll help you if you ask!!

- He’s not that festive, but he loves to see you get all excited for a holiday, makes his heart beat for you even more 💜

- ok those pumpkin spice latte things are the bane of his existence

- He literally can’t get a coffee without gagging bec of the pumpkin spice thingy

- He thinks they’re more disgusting than drinking liquid medicine 💀

- at this point just make him a coffee yourself please, he might puke someday

- if you dress up for Halloween, all you have to do for him is to just slap on his doctor’s coat and some glasses and that’s it

- boom. Low effort costume

- He hates dressing up but he’ll do it to make you happy, anything for his precious y/n

- He’ll cuddle you if you’re scared about monsters 🥺

- AND AND AND- he’ll check under the bed and stuff, don’t you worry

- Man’s got it under control

- and if you get sick from eating too much candy, he knows exactly what to do 👍

a/n - happy Halloween guys :D what did you guys dress up as?? I dressed up as my boy yams ✨😭

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece hcs #anime hcs #trafalgar d water law #law x reader #law one piece #eustass kid #kid one piece #kid x y/n #kid x reader #yamato one piece #yamato x reader #yamato x y/n #happy halloweeeeeeen

[starsonmarsy]

get to know ya questions:

12, 22, 25~, 40, 44, 50

12. what’s your favorite fruit?

hmmm. favorite questions are the bane of my existence because i'm indecisive. but either grapes, mangoes, or pineapples.

22. what are your favorite smells?

right after it rains, hot chocolate/coffee, pumpkin spice, lavender, a new book

25. what do you want to happen right now?

i see what you're doing 😤😤😤

40. what’s something that immediately makes someone more attractive to you?

depends. but if i had to pick,, voice. major voice kink over here hah. if someone has a nice voice i start swooning.

44. what does your favorite shirt look like?

ahhhhh making choices 😩 i'm not sure if i have a favorite favorite, but i frequently wear a red t-shirt i stole from my dad that is not my size at all lol. i usually wear what's comfortable or what makes my tits look good 😌

50. what’s your favorite book, movie, and tv show?

book: winter by marissa meyer

movie: into the spiderverse

tv show: bbc's sherlock

(bonus) book series: percy jackson & the olympians

#i'm hiding 25 in the tags bc i can 😤😤 #my earlier post probably makes it evident but i'm quite in the mood to be fractionated so hard my mind breaks #but that's neither here nor there #~you didn't see this~ #asks.txt #ringofkees #ask games

[noorakardemmomesaetre]

Through the Snowfall - Chapter Four

Or Read It On Ao3

Pairing: Betty Cooper x Jughead Jones

Summary: The Coopers and Andrews have rented the same cabin in the woods every holiday season since their kids were two years old.

And with Archie and Betty leaving for college in just a few months, Betty is determined to make this Christmas a memorable one…by telling Archie how she really feels.

What she doesn’t plan for is Archie bringing his best friend.

Or the way her gaze is suddenly lingering on the wild dark curls peeking out from beneath a crown beanie rather than the ginger spikes she’d set her sights on so long ago.

Chapter Four: Sunrise

Betty awakens the next morning feeling more well-rested than she has since their winter "vacation" began almost two weeks ago. Turning over to rest her head against her hands, her smile widens when she finds her best friend also awake, a magazine opened beside her.

"Anything interesting in there?"

"Pretty big news," Veronica says, her eyes widening as she turns her attention to Betty. "Brad and Angelina are on the outs again."

"Haven't they been on the outs for a while?" Betty asks, slowly sitting up and raising her hands above her head to stretch.

Veronica shrugs, sitting up as well and tilting her head as she looks at her best friend. "You look exceptionally glowy today, B. Care to share what's got you feeling so relaxed?"

"Well." The sight of her robe has flashbacks of last night playing in Betty's head and she can't help the warmth that spreads from her heart to the tips of her toes at the memory. "Actually, I've been meaning to talk to you about-"

"Good morning ladies!" The door swings open revealing a pajama-clad Archie and Betty decides next year she's putting a lock on the damn door.

Veronica's cheeks look as though they've been kissed by fire as she slips into her purple satin robe, playfully avoiding Archie's appreciative gaze.

"What are you, the king of interrupting huge moments?" Betty snaps playfully as she moves past him towards the peppermint mocha she knows is waiting for her in the kitchen.

"I'm sorry, were you about to kiss her too?"

He's only teasing her, but her heart hammers beyond her control at his reference of last night and she smacks him on the arm as her mouth drops.

He winks at her before turning his attention to Veronica and smiling. "Morning, Ronnie. I made pumpkin spice pancakes, if you're interested."

Betty leaves them to chat about how Veronica can't possibly believe that Archie is capable of cooking anything, let alone festive pancakes.

There's something about the way Jughead looks when he's seated casually on the couch in his pajamas typing on his laptop with the ferocity of someone who can't get the words out fast enough. She debates going to grab her peppermint mocha, but he looks so handsome and vulnerable sitting there surrounded by Christmas lights and warm blankets she can't bring herself to move.

So, instead, she leans against the last post of the staircase and watches him completely immerse himself in whatever it is that he's writing about so passionately.

"Feeling inspired?"

He immediately looks up in surprise and the smile that tugs on the corners of his lips when he realizes it's her makes her heart swell as large as the Grinch's at the end of his movie. It's warm and familiar, not guarded as it usually is, as if he's truly happy to see her standing there.

And it makes her think thoughts of a future with him that make her both extremely happy and absolutely terrified all at once.

"I think I am," he finally says, glancing back down at his laptop. "All thanks to you finding that word I'd been looking for last night."

"Is that all that inspired you about last night?" she asks it so quietly she's afraid he'll ask her to repeat herself, but his eyes soften and she knows he knows what she's asking.

But then something sad creeps into the gentle features of his face and before she can ask him what's bothering him, her mother waltzes into the living room.

"Elizabeth, your mocha is getting cold and I need you to be ready in half an hour. It's one of our last days to take advantage of the snow!" She claps her hands together loudly and Betty wraps her hands tightly around the post she'd been leaning against. "Actually, you should really be drinking green tea. It increases your metabolism and we all know how much you could benefit from that. I'll put on the kettle."

Betty's surprised Alice hasn't turned to Jughead for affirmation. Not that she would get it as Jughead's eyebrows are currently so furrowed beneath his beanie, she's afraid they may permanently stay like that.

"I'll have the mocha, Mother, leave it."

"Elizabeth!" her mother whips her head around as though she's been smacked. "I don't know what has gotten into you lately, but your defiant attitude is unacceptable and frankly, intolerable."

With that, she's turning on her kitten heels towards the kitchen and Betty tries not to let the fact that she can hear her mother turning on the kettle negatively affect her mood.

"Ah, your mother is...

He'd closed his laptop while her mother had been speaking and he's now so close to her she can't help the way her gaze falls to his parted lips.

"Heinous? Monstrous? Downright awful?"  

"Elizabeth!" He mimics her mother quietly and the amusement in his eyes rivals the giggles that threaten to spill from her mouth.

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"Ronnie! Let's go down the bigger hill today," Archie is saying as they all make their way to their usual sledding stop. Their parents are coming up behind them, thermoses of hot chocolate between their hands as they chat about their plans for New Year's.

Veronica glances at Betty, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth, and something like guilt tugs uncomfortably on Betty's heart.

"I think you should take Betty this time-"

Archie jokingly groans, turning to pout his bottom lip at Veronica. "But Betty can't handle even the baby hills and it's our last snow day! No offence, Betty."

Betty rolls her eyes and grins at her friend, though if she's being honest, it is embarrassing to constantly hear how terrible she is at sledding when a certain someone is also here.

Veronica, still completely oblivious to Betty's change of heart, shakes her head. "Archie, you can teach her! I think Betty would really like -"

"Actually, Betty, weren't we talking about you riding with me last night?"

Veronica stops speaking and all three of them turn to where Jughead has managed to drag his sled behind him. He's dusting off his snow-covered his gloves when he glances over and shares a small smile with Betty.

"Oh," she breathes, her mouth parting before she tears her gaze away from his towards her best friends. "Right. I think Jug and I are going to try a few hills together today."

"Really?" Veronica asks uncertainly, glancing between Jughead and Betty. Archie pumps his fist in the air and grins when Betty sticks her tongue out at him.

"Let's go, Ronnie! The slopes are melting!"

"Why do I doubt that?" Veronica says with a huff that makes Jughead chuckle. Betty smiles at her encouragingly before she heads in the direction of the redhead already seated comfortably on his sled.

"You don't actually have to ride with me," Betty says to Jughead quickly and he looks over at her, tugging his beanie over the reddened tips of his ears. "I'm really terrible and I understand-"

"I'm not really into going fast, Betty," he responds softly, and she suddenly finds it hard to look directly into the electric blue of his eyes. "I like taking my time."

He motions for her to follow him as if he hadn't just dropped the most thought-provoking double entendre Betty's ever had the pleasure of having directed at her. She's still trying to comprehend that he might actually possibly maybe like her a little bit when she realizes they're suddenly surrounded by toddlers and their parents.

These slopes make the bunny slopes look dangerous and she arches an eyebrow in Jughead's direction.

"I'm trying not to be offended."

He laughs and the preciousness of the sound is drowned out by the screaming children heading down the small hills around them.

He settles onto the sled and holds his arms out. "Come on, Betts. I gotta know what level we're starting at here."

She rolls her eyes but can't deny the invitation to wedge herself between his legs and against his body so she moves towards him.

They fit together so comfortably it takes her by surprise and she can't help but attempt to take in everything about him in this moment. The way he smells like pine soap and cinnamon. His warmth wrapped around her like a cozy Sunday afternoon blanket. The way his breath feels against the cove of her ear as he leans in closer.

"Ready?"

He doesn't wait for her response before they take off down the hill and not even twelve seconds later they're rolling off the sled together, her sense of balance the bane of her existence at this point.

He lays flat on his back, releasing her as laughter ripples off him in waves. He covers his mouth with both of his gloves as his face threatens to split with how wide his grin his. She can only glare at him for so long before giggles rack her own body.

"Really Jughead? I thought you weren't going to be an ass about this."

"I'm not, I'm not!" he says through chattering teeth and a bright smile as children whizz by them, seemingly unaffected by the speed of the slope. "It's just - now I understand why you were making snow angels the other day."

She smacks him in the chest with a handful of snow that flakes onto his face and it doesn't take long before he's up and chasing her between kids flying past on their saucers, only the sounds of her shrieks intermingling with his gasps of laughter ringing through the trees.

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Betty admires the way that Veronica dresses to the nines for every dinner at the cabin. She's still wrapped in a blanket from her hot shower after the fun she'd had in the snow earlier while Veronica paints her lips a dark plum color that compliments her striking raven-coloured hair.

"Did you have fun with Archie today?"

Veronica pauses, setting her lip gloss down before turning to face Betty. "B, you know I would never do anything to come between you and Archie, he's just so insistent-"

Betty raises her hand to silence her best friend. "V, I don't like Archie."

"What?" Veronica's mouth falls open and her perfectly sculpted eyebrows furrow as she stares at Betty. "Did he do something I should be made aware of-"

"I mean," Betty continues, shaking her head to dismiss whatever negative thoughts have swarmed her best friend's mind. "I don't like him like I thought I did. Like you do."

Betty winces when Veronica closes her eyes and takes a deep breath in through her nose and out through her mouth like she does whenever she's completely stressed. "Betty, if you're insinuating that I'm trying to steal the man of your dreams-"

"Veronica!" she interrupts, biting her lip to keep from laughing. "It's okay. I know you like him and honestly, I think he's good for you."

Veronica tugs her bottom lip between her teeth as she narrows her eyes at Betty. "You think he's good for me?"

"I do." She's being more honest with her than she has been this entire trip. More honest with herself too.

"Ohmy," Veronica says suddenly, her eyes wide as she moves to sit on her knees. "Ohmygod."

"What?"

"You're over Archie," Veronica says slowly before excitement lights up her eyes and she continues, "because you're into Jughead."

"Oh no," Betty says quickly, shaking her head. "I'm not into-"

"Really?" It's Veronica's turn to interrupt and her expression is so etched with disbelief it almost makes Betty laugh. "You, the girl who turns bright pink every time he turns a corner, are not into Jughead?"

"Okay, it's freezing all the-"

"You, the girl who has an inside joke with him every morning - don't think I didn't notice! - are not into Jughead?"

"Friends have jokes, V, I-"

"You, the girl who hangs onto his every word like he's some gift from a higher power, are not into Jughead."

She catches the pillow Betty's just thrown at her as she squeals excitedly. "You are so into him!!"

"Ladies, I hate to break up the party," Fred is standing outside of the closed door and it makes Betty grin that he's too afraid of what he'll find to open it - typical dad, as he continues, "but Alice and Mary have started dinner."

"We'll be right out, Mr. Andrews!" Veronica says before turning to Betty who is now a shade of red she knows she can never play off.

"It doesn't matter how I feel Veronica," she says quickly, holding up her hands in case Veronica throws the pillow she's gripping tightly. "He's not into me. Not like that, I'm sure."

How could he be? she thinks, though her heart entertains a small strain of hope.

"You're delusional if you don't see it," Veronica scoffs as she stands and slips into her fave pair of milanos.

"All I see is you drooling every time Archie enters a room."

Veronica almost falls off her heels as she turns around to glare pointedly at Betty before they burst into giggles.

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Archie and she have managed to contribute over two hours of volunteer time at the recreation center, hanging ornaments, streamers, and dangling snowflakes.

"Really going all out this year," Archie mumbles, wiping a bead of sweat that has trickled down his forehead as he climbs up a ladder with another large sparkling snowflake.

"It's not called the Snowflake Soiree for nothing, Archie, dear!" Alice calls as she heads over to the poinsettia display to berate the poor, unfortunate soul setting it up. Though they only come once a year, Alice has somehow managed to become the leader of the annual soiree and is not shy about making her status known.

Betty's busy fluffing the fake bundles of 'snow' her mother had purchased to ensure it looks as Winter Wonderland on the inside of the hall as it does on the outside. She catches Archie's eye and rolls hers, to which he sighs and shakes his head.

They do this every year and every year they make a pact to fake food poisoning the next year. It's yet to work out for them.

She reaches for one of the snowflakes as he moves the ladder and she motions for him to climb up so she can hand it to them. Efficiency, her specialty.

"So, Archie," she starts casually and he nods at her in thanks as he reaches for the snowflake. "You like Veronica, huh?"

"Huh?" She's afraid she's knocked him off balance when it takes a second longer than usual for him to stand atop the ladder. "Ronnie?"

"Yes," she confirms, pointing a little to the left for the snowflake position before continuing in a teasing tone, "Ronnie."

He makes like he's going to drop the snowflake above her head and she flips him off in return only to immediately get yelled at from across the room by her mother about the importance of ladylike manners.

"I hate you."

Archie laughs, climbing down the ladder and wiping his glitter-covered hands against his jeans. "Did Ronnie mention something to you?"

"Would you care if she did?"

He leans against the ladder and his smug smile makes her want to push the ladder out from behind him. "Of course I would care if she did, Betty."

"Because you like her?"

"Are you going to tell her if I do?" He's smiling, a true happy smile, as if talking about Veronica is enough to brighten his entire day. And Betty's more than sure it is.

"You should invite her to go to the Soiree with you."

"You think she'd go with me?" he asks earnestly, before running his fingers through his hair and Betty cringes, knowing his hair is now full of glitter he won't be able to get rid of for weeks. "She's way out of my league."

"I think she'd like to go with you."

His face lights up and seeing her best friend so happy makes her even more excited about how happy Veronica will be when he asks her.

"You're a good friend, Betty, thanks for that." He wraps his arms around her in a bear hug and she giggles when he squeezes her so tightly she's fighting for air. When he finally releases her, she pretends to rub her arms and he laughs, but it's who has walked in that makes her heart stop.

Veronica grins excitedly when she spots the two of them, turning back to nod at whatever Alice is motioning too.

But when Jughead sees them, his smile is guarded and his wave half-hearted.

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well, we've almost made it to the end of this little journey, which means Christmas is right around the corner! 🎄❄️

I hope you're all having a lovely holiday season! I know that hearing your thoughts throughout this fic have made mine that much merrier so if you'd like to leave a comment or kudos, please do! ❤️

#bughead fanfiction #bughead #bughead holiday fanfiction #riverdale events #comet: traditions #betty cooper x jughead jones #through the snowfall #a little bit of a tropefest #mixed with as much of a slow burn as five chapters will allow lol

[gemtalkpodcast]

We’re alive, we swear! (Along with some insight into making a podcast!)

Hello, everyone! Shane here!

I know it’s been quite a while since our last episode, but with the combination of life hitting Ken and I relatively hard, the holidays, AND Steven Universe going on a long hiatus, we haven’t been able to produce episodes for the past few months. On top of that, producing episodes is a bit more difficult now that Ken and I no longer live in the same building. We weren’t sure if we were going to continue making episodes after the movie ended, since we didn’t know what the Crewniverse had planned. Now that several episodes of Future has been released, though... we’re debating getting back into weekly updates. 

Now, I know I’ve said this before, but editing a 1-2 hour long podcast weekly is NOT a small feat, especially for a group of two people. Allow me to give a very brief explanation behind what goes behind making just one of these GemTalk episodes:

1) We watch the episode once for enjoyment, at this point we aren’t thinking about the show as theorists/podcasters, but rather as fans. We don’t put on our super-fanboy glasses until step 2. (15 min.)

2) We separately watch the episode critically. After we let the episode roll around in our heads for about a day, we sit down with the episode and watch it with an intense level of scrutiny, jotting down nearly everything that happens in the episode worth mentioning. This can take anywhere from half an hour to an hour, depending on how lore-heavy the episode is. (30-60 min.)

3) We research anything that could possibly be a clue, hint, reference, etc. This involves a great deal of internet sleuthing to uncover things we might not have known, such as references to places, events, subjects, or pretty much anything that we need more data on to make an informed commentary. This is one of my favorite parts, as I’ve learned a great deal about a broad list of subjects from doing research for a podcast about a cartoon. However, this is also one of the longest portions of the process. We do our absolute best to provide ONLY information that has been provided by several sources or thoroughly verified, while simultaneously keeping the show as fair and honest as possible. While we obviously have a lot of fun with what we do, we strive to maintain a level of honesty, kindness, and integrity in everything we produce. (60-120 min.)

4) The theory crafting section comes next, where Ken and I sit down and discuss how the recent information we’ve received could be connected to past events. Sometimes we go back and watch old episodes, or review old theories, or even plan out extensive hypothetical situations to see how well they hold up to scrutiny. Sometimes we let our minds go wild and come up with some pretty crazy theories, but we do our best to focus most often on where we think the show “will” go. Since most of this section is open conversation, plotting, reviewing, and theorizing, it happens sporadically over the next day or so. (120 min. - 180 min.)

5) Planning out the show comes next. It might be somewhat surprising to hear this, but our shows do have a fairly loose script. We’ve tried going nearly completely off the cuff before, and it just ends up as a rambling mess. To do this, we sit down with our separate set of notes, compare what we both feel is important to discuss, and determine the order in which we should talk about each topic. This is done to ensure that the flow of our conversation feels natural while running parallel to what is happening in the show. This also usually serves as a “mock run” of the episode, giving us the opportunity to practice how we’ll approach each topic and loosen up the ol’ lips. For me, it also means I’m chugging the last of my coffee before we go on! (60 min.)

6) Recording! This step doesn’t require a great deal of explaining, aside from some small “behind the scenes” facts you might not know. For example, there are several moments where one of us will trip over our lines and “bluh bluh flibberty gibberty” for a few seconds, which obviously gets cut. Also, one of us will occasionally say something very wrong (intentionally or otherwise), which leads to a fit of laughter, which also must be cut. Very rarely we’ll think of something right in the middle of an episode and literally stop what we’re doing to do research just to make sure we’re right. Either way, this usually ends up with nearly twice as much content as actually gets posted. (120 min.)

7) EDITING. The bane of my existence. The curse that accompanies my love of podcasting. This is where I make a massive cup of coffee, burn a pumpkin spice candle, get super comfy in my blanket, and sit at my computer for half a day. The process starts with taking a raw 2+ hour clip, canceling out the noise, adjusting the volume levels, editing out any unexpected background noise, cutting out any mistakes, ensuring that the audio around the cut sounds natural, fixing mic peaks (usually from laughing), removing “filler words” (Hmm, Ummm, Uhh, etc.), adding the intro and outro music, saving, and exporting. This whole process is pretty much the rest of my day once I get home from my day job. (240-360 min.)

8) Posting and advertising is the final step. We’ve pretty much gotten this down to a science at this point, so it takes a lot less time and effort than it used to. We upload the episode to Soundcloud, which beams it out to other podcasting websites, and then post it out on our social media pages. We also try (sometimes better than others) to create other fan content to keep our social media pages as more than just another reservoir of episodes. (30 min.)

If you add all of that up, it comes out to around 13-14 hours of work a week to generate a 1-2 hour podcast. That means GemTalk is practically a part-time job for each of us, on top of our full-time jobs. However, SU has been a wonderful part of my life that has allowed me to create something with my best friend. The time I spend working on the show is a labor of love, and just hearing that people enjoy listening to us ramble about the show for hours at a time means the world to me. Making GemTalk also provided Ken and I with the opportunity to reach out to the community during conventions and provide help in areas like writing, critical thinking, and (perhaps unexpectedly) cooking. It’s been a wonderful ride so far, and we wanted to reach out to everyone and let them know that it’s not over just yet. 

As stated when I began this (now much longer than anticipated) post, we’re currently holding discussions as to whether or not we should continue making episodes about Steven Universe Future. We’re not opposed to it, so it’s likely we will. Regardless of what we decide, however, please be aware that there will be something to look forward to! We can’t promise exactly when, but it’s likely to be within the next few weeks. I’ll do my best until then to try to keep everyone posted.

As always, love ya’ll and thanks for reading/listening!

- Shane <3

#Steven Universe #Steven Universe Future #SU #SUF #GemTalk #Podcast #GemTalk Podcast #Podcasting #Editing #Behind the Scenes

[spazzbunn]

A Special Day

The daylight was starting to lose its shine. With afternoon starting to go into evening. Throughout the day, two mammals were spending their time together. Going to places, hanging out, basically being sweet to each other. It was Katrice Russets and Spazzie Warren. Katrice was in her casual white and green dress and Spazzie wearing his shorts and gray hoodie. Katrice was full of smiles and giggles on this day. But something about the day seemed off to her. Granted, the day itself was fantastic. They went to her favorite restaurant, Spazzie getting his red panda her favorite snacks and sweets, even giving her affection and cuddles in most of the time. Something was definitely off with Spazzie. But nothing seemed serious. Whenever she would ask, he would say he is just happy. Happy to be around her and being by her side. Katrice would smile and let him do what he wants to do on their long date. Although patterns started to emerge. He ordered the same food in their first date, they went to the place where Spazzie gave her roses in a bouquet, now it looks like they are going to the park. The simple yet always fun to go to park where they take the Kit Kats since it was close. Yet it was also the first time Katrice and Spazzie had met there. Now Katrice seemed to want to question her bunny. As they make it to the park, Katrice stops him as she then gave a soft smile. “Spazzie. This date has been going pretty well. I feel like we almost explored the whole utopia by now.” She chuckles softly as so does he. “Well, I wanted to make this date memorable. You know?” Spazz says with his red panda girlfriend agreeing, having fun to spend time with her bunny. Then she rubbed her arm slightly, to show she had a curious question but didn’t want to seem odd. “Hey umm. I was wondering about something. But I feel like I am just overlooking at things.” “No no please. Ask away.” The bunny insisted as the red panda took a breath and asked away what she wanted to say. “Well, I noticed we have been going to places that I remembered pretty well.” She blushed softly as her cheeks were red. “You know, mostly where we went on our dates over the years.” Spazzie didn’t have the look of weirdness or oddness on his face. Rather a shocked and impressed look. “Wow. You remember all of that?” “Well duh. I always cherish our time together. Always have, always will.” The two laugh softly to each other as the rabbit sighs intently with him rubbing the back of head. He seemed nervous with the hint of anxiousness appearing. He looked shy honestly. Back how he used to be before all those years ago, back when he was a young adult. Back when he spent some years with her just as best friends. The memories still were in Katrice’s head. He coughed and took a heavy breath. “Ok..so I-I ummm...I just want to say something but uhh..” Spazzie looked as if he was going to sweat bullets. “You ok?” Katrice said sweetly to him as she reached over and held his paw. “It’s ok. You can tell me anything.” That pawholding, it somehow made the rabbit feel more at ease as he looked into her lovely enchanting eyes and nodded softly. “Ok...you know, I never told you this but...but I almost gave up on love.” He felt sick saying that. Saying how it was all true. His past relationships were awful. Causing him stress, causing him to worry and have trust issues. Even so far as to be evil and wicked, something he wasn’t. All of his love lives, heartbreak and torment to his heart and mind. He felt like one more heartbreak would kill him. He wanted to give up. “I wanted to give up. But…” “But then I came in to your life?” Katrice knew the answer as the brown bunny proved her right with a ‘yes’. “You just...you are different, you know? You’re smart, you have good will, you were shy like I was. It felt...it felt like I had to give you a chance. Because you could have helped me.” Spazzie rubbed his thumbs on the top of her paws. “And you did...and I wanted to give you so much as a thank you for helping me.” Katrice could do nothing but smile. Deep down she was screaming of joy from his kind words. She never thought that she would someone from pain. Yet she was. And he was right in front of her, being by her side. “I’m always thankful of you being yourself. I don’t want anything but you.” Spazzie kept going, those of hers being his way to be full of courage. “When we first met. I never thought I would fall for you. We would become just buddies. But then...the more times we spoke to each other, we hung out, we talked about everything from our lives...I felt...I felt my heart pounding hard from hearing your voice. Your singing and your plans of what to do. Our talks...I felt so happy.” The red panda just stood there, having her cheeks flushed red from never knowing that. Yes, she did know he had a huge crush on her, but never knew all of this. It was stunning her that she was knowing all of this now from him. “You just are like a perfect angel. A beautiful red and white striped angel who blesses my soul and my heart with love and wholesomeness and happiness every single day.” She felt his words were tugging her heart strings as she felt it pounding hard. Her grip softly tighten from wanting to hear more of his words. “Pardon my french, but I sure as hell was very nervous to tell you my feelings.” Spazzie said with Katrice softly chuckling. “Yeah. I know that.” Katrice assured. “You wanted to tell me because you were afraid of losing me, but were afraid it was too soon.” “Which is why I did so much. I mean, a job, getting tons of cash, a car for one thing! I did all of this for you. All of that was to impress you since I wanted to show I was serious in loving you.” Spazzie felt his eyes water. He meant it all. He did get a life. A job. A car. A house. All of this. Because of her. Because he did in fact loved her with every fiber in his being. “S...Spazzie..I-I-I never knew you did that..and all for me?” Katrice felt in awe. She never knew how much she really changed his world. He nodded and smiled. “When I first had my crush on you, I had to get a job. To show I can work hard. To get cash so I can provide for you and give you anything your heart desires. To get a house so I can show I can keep you safe and warm. I didn’t want to be some lazy bum and be a bane on your existence. I-I just..” Spazzie felt his tears flowing down as he hugs his girlfriend tightly, softly sobbing. Katrice graciously hugs him back to try to comfort him. “I didn’t want to lose you...I wanted to show that I did care for you and I did love you.” “Shhh...Spazzie...calm down” Katrice whispers softly into his ear as he felt his back getting rubbed by her paw. “I know you loved me. But the reason I said yes was not because you had a money, had a house for me to crash in, and a car to drive me around.” She slowly pulls him off so he can look at her. Her smile being his weakness. “I said yes because of how nice you are to me. How you always stuck up for me. Giving me ideas of what to do, on my work, on my life. You always were there for me. To keep my spirits up and to make sure I wasn’t worried...you were always there to keep my smile and hopes up.” Spazzie wiped his eyes. “I did all of those because I wanted to hear your adorable laughter all the time. To see that smile of yours. To hear your happy voice without fear, doubt, or worry in your tone.” He was able to get a small giggle coming out of her lips. “Katrice...I wanted to show that I wasn’t going to be like the other mammals that hurt you. I would never be mean, be calling you names, be gross and insult you. I ain’t like that.” “I know you ain’t Spazzie.” She bends slightly down since she was a bit taller than him to softly kisses his cheek in her efforts to keep him calm and to prevent his tears from shedding more. “I said yes, because I loved you. I loved you for the same reason you loved me. We both keep each other happy and we are good mammals that never want to harm and only to love our mates.” Katrice planted another kiss on his other cheek. “And...I want to thank you...for being a great friend to me...and also for being so thoughtful and so sweet to me. I don’t deserve so much kindness and love that you give me.” Spazzie went into his defensive mode from that. “You do though. Because you are the best mammal ever. You never bring anyone down. You always keep me going. You deserve everything...especially a good boyfriend that would never use you, that would never harm you, that would always be there and make sure you are ok every single day. Katrice...you are so damn perfect I just...I thought I would never feel real love...uh, sorry. Swear.” Katrice felt her smile growing again. Her heart pounding and feeling so much full of life. She couldn’t explain it. Just she felt her tail wag ever so much. “I...I am glad I found you. Because I do love you. For the inside of you. Full of love and goodness. That is all I needed to feel when I wanted a relationship. I’m glad I found you.” “I’m glad too. All of these years. They are the best.” He slowly pulls off, gently letting go of her paws as he coughed and wipes his eyes to get the tears out of his eyes. “Ok..so...I was going to do this but I got so emotional.” “Heh. What was you going to do?” Katrice questions nicely with her bunny having to tap his foot fast as he was nervous until he did a quick breath. “Ok ok! So. I...I wanted to say that the years of us together, I loved them all. You always were there for me as I was for you. We kept out hearts connected in a chain to make our love stronger. We are different. You being into your liking, and me being into mine. I play video games and you ride those...death coasters...but we always try what we like.” Spazzie kept going as Katrice just smiled away. Loving the little speech he was giving out to his pumpkin spice raccoon love. “So Katrice...I want to keep going. I want to keep showing that I do love you...and I forever want to be your Hershy Kiss.” He gets on one knee. That move made Katrice’s eyes slowly rise up. He reached into his jacket pocket with him having a small box in his paw. “Katrice Russets. I want to ask the most important question. More important than my question to ask you out on a date.” He opened the top. Showing inside a beautiful ring that was shiny silver with the diamond having a sparkle to it. Katrice could see her reflection on it. “Katrice...will...will you marry me?” No words were given. She gasped and fell onto her knees. Her eyes watering, her smile being shown, her pupils seeming dilated. The bunny knew right away what the answer was. “Yes! Yes of course! I will marry you!” Katrice was shouting it to the world by now. She hugged Spazzie tight as he holds her close and the two start nuzzling and cuddling on each other. Feeling like the two were going to cry happily. Throughout her years she never thought she would make it like this. To have a boyfriend who loves her and cares for her every step of the way. To be with someone she truly loved and who loved her the same. To have a wedding with the mammal she cared about and loved. Spazzie was the same way. He thought love was fake. It was evil. It would always break your heart. But the day he met Katrice, he felt slowly, in time, his heart wanted one chance. So with hesitation, he letted his heart follow this one chance. And now, he feels free. He feels like himself. He feels happy for once. Because he had Katrice, and she had Spazzie. Today truly was a special day. (Katrice Russets belongs to @msitubeatz) (ALSO Kazzie is a wholesome/joke ship)

#kazzie #katrice russets #spazzie warren #katrice x spazzie #spazzie x katrice #WHOLESOME SHIP

[codenamecynic]

“How did you manage to get tangled up in tinsel?” Merrill and Fenris PLEASE

Fenris vs. The Various Failures of a Democratic System (Kirkmall AU)A Very Kirkmall Christmas

It was Christmas time in the Kirkmall.  

Again.  Already.  And so soon after the last one too, which hadonly been a pitiful nine months prior, because everyone in retail knew that Christmasstarted in October, gestating in the belly of the year like a tinsel-strewn abominationready to burst forth and inundate him with happiness and santa hats.

Fenris had had it up to herewith the repetitive music, the forced cheer, the sound of holiday jingleshawking cheap goods to the consumerist masses, and the way that the run on pumpkinspice lattes sprouted into peppermint mocha season like an abandoned ficus thathad mutated into a succulent out of a petty unwillingness to die of thirst.

It was all just extremely rude and he didn’t care for it at all.

“Insipid capitalist holiday,” he grumbled to himself,stalking with annoyance past the already-forming line at the mini North Pole thathad summoned itself out of the floorboards near the food court, replete with screamingchildren being forced to sit on the lap of a bearded man in a fuzzy polyestersuit by elves in striped stockings and running eyeliner. It sounded like theplot of a nightmare, and no amount of wheedling from Bobby (who was, he wouldgrudgingly admit, the cutest elf, but also the only adult woman he knew who keptcurly-toed elf shoes in her closet year-round and therefore quite insane) wouldmake him change his mind.

“So there,” he said to the door of The Brewmother as itswung open in his hand, the scent of coffee washing over him in a heavenly caffeinatedwave.  At least the coffee shop was hisoasis, a pleasant home-away-from-home, and a beacon of hope amidst the migraine-inducingglare of cheap fluorescent lighting off glittery cardboard snowflakes. Therewas his espresso machine, his chairs, his tables, his red holiday cups (abitter concession), and…

Merrill.

The tiny woman was sitting on the floor next to a largecardboard box, one leg firmly wrapped up in what apparently was a spangled netof holiday horror, strung between the arm of one of the chairs and anunsuspecting table. She was in the process of removing a shoe in the most nonsensicalway possible in an attempt to get free, an endeavor that he pictured devolving intoa full-body cocooning in fairly short order.

“Good morning Fenris!” she chirped, unreasonably chipper asalways, completely oblivious to the fact that a boa constrictor made of shinygold tinsel seemed intent on eating her face.

Fenris crossed his arms. “No holiday decorations. I thought we agreed.”

Merrill tipped over onto her back, reaching up toineffectually fuss with the garland that had somehow tied itself into a seriesof knots around her ankle, and managing to tangle part of her upper half up in thepile. “You say that every year Fenris.”

“Because every year the holidays are still terrible.”

“Oh poo.  You can besuch a Scrooge!”

That miserly garbage character out of an overly sentimentalcautionary tale?  Rude.  “Am not.”

“Are too.  Besides, wetook a vote.”

“We who?”

“Me and Alistair!” Merrill blinked up at himinnocently.  “It was very democratic.”

Fenris clenched his fist. Alistair, the bane of his existence.  He should have known the giant doofy blondwould foil his decoration-free plans! So what if he was the boss.

“No taxation without representation.”

“You have representation andyou’re not being taxed.”

“Not true. All of this Christmas garbage is taxing to mypatience.”

Merrill, precious and infuriating, laughed her twinkly littlesilver bell laugh and seemed not bothered by his grousing in the slightest.  “I won’t put up too many things – and youcould help! It’d be like a compromise.”

A compromise of his soul! “Never.”

“Come on, just a few?”

“No.”

“A couple of ornaments?”

Fenris glared.

“One string of lights, tops. One or two.  Maybe two.”

“Ugh.”

“Pleeeaaasseeeee…?”

Despite himself, Fenris found himself drawn, like amystified moth - who definitely should knowbetter at this point - to a flame, into her adorable pouting expression andwide green eyes, sparkling with the innocent joy of youth and the bliss ofsomeone probably too oblivious to life’s petty horrors to be bothered by muchat all by their continual existence. And/or an evil manipulative genius and hisown personal Moriarty.

Damn it, how did this always happen?!

“…maybe just a few. If you’re really set on it. If we haveto.”

“That’s the spirit!”

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t,” Merrill beamed, rays of light and candycolored hearts shooting out of her eyes and mouth and piercing through theragged cloak of his annoyance, letting in a definitively gingerbread-scenteddraft. “You love everybody.”

Fenris rolled his eyes and dropped to one knee next to her, deftlywrangling the tinsel into a neat coil and retrieving her fallen shoe. “Well MerryFucking Christmas. You keep that to yourself.”

#dragon age #dragon age fan fiction #fenris #merrill #kirkmall au #a very kirkmall christmas #what is even writing though #hope you're happy wifey #cynic writes

[lostyoshi]

Pumpkin spice is the bane of my existence. Please sir, get this shit out of my tea. All I wanted was a simple chai. Not this abomination of flavor.

#why is pumpkin spice popular? #it’s gross #all I wanted was some tea #this has been my whiny moment

[caffeinelemur]

Ohh do the fall questions, all of em

1. Do you like fall? Why or why not?

Yes bc I can wear black w/o dying of heat stroke and oversized sweaters and boots and HALLOWEENNo bc allergies, bugs tryin to get inside, i don’t like being cold, SPIDER SHIT EVERYWHERE, and seasonal depression

2. What’s your favourite fall activity?

Coffee, cider, Halloween

3. Do you celebrate Halloween? If not, what do you celebrate if anything at all?

I celebrate the SHIT outta Halloween but as a Wiccan I also celebrate Samhain

4. What are you going as for Halloween?!?

This year I’m going to be Velma Dinkley from the original Scooby Doo cartoon (and @pingo1387 is my lesbean lover Daphne)

5. Favourite candy?

Reese’s Cups, Twizzlers, those little hard strawberry candies, the gummy Krabby Patties, Payday bars, Mr. Goodbars, and Baby Ruth’s

6. Thoughts on candy corn?

I can eat one or two pieces then all my teeth fall out and I can’t taste anything else ever again

7. What’s your favourite fall outfit?

Oversized sweater, wool skirt, leggings, some goth ass boots, hat/beanie

8. Are you a zip up or pullover sort of person?

I own both but I have more zip ups. I fucking love hoodies you have no idea I just bought a new one it’s oversized and soft

9. Do you like rainy or windy?

No, bc I hate being cold and I’m terrified of loud noises

10. Tea or coffee? What’s your favourite kind of tea/coffee and where do you get it from?

Both are ok, I like chai, chai tea latte from Starbucks is bomb as shit and I’ll also go for a caramel mocha from McDonald’s, mom the tea wizard makes me vanilla or coconut chai at home

11. Will you be handing out candy or trick or treating?

I just go to work with mom to show off my costume then hang out at my grandmas usually ending the day by watching scooby doo or ghost adventures

12. Do you have any music that just embodies the spirit of fall?

The Circle by Blackmore’s Night, Danse Macabre by Saint-Saëns, the Scooby Doo soundtrack, The Best Day by Taylor Swift, the Dark and Spooky Classical station on Accuradio

13. Do you make or buy your costume?

I have done both

14. Do you like savoury or fruity candy?

I like strawberry/fruity and peanuts, hence the fave candy listed above

15. Do you set your fallen leaves on fire? (It’s a southern thing)

No bc I have breathing problems, but a lot of ppl around me do, the asshole next door does all season

16. Do you have fall allergies?

I have allergies every season but yes, I have to take three kinds of medication for them

17. Do you like fall at all? Why or why not? What season do you prefer better?

Spring is my fave, fall is ok bc Halloween and I can finally drink tea without getting overheated, winter is the bane of my existence

18. Why does fall suck? (Seriously, find a reason) COLD, BUGS, ALLERGIES, BUGS, SEASONAL DEPRESSION

19. Why does fall RULE?

HALLOWEEEEEEEEEEN

20. Thoughts on pumpkin spice…

Ok but I prefer chai

21. Finish this sentence: rainy days are good for…

Listening to music and eating way too much comfort food

22. How early is too early for Halloween decorations?

Never Halloween is year round as a Brigadier in the Skeleton War I am honor-bound to be ready at all times

23. The first day of fall was just a few days ago…did it feel like fall wherever you were?

No it’s fuvking 80° Fahrenheit and I’m wearing a tank top

#caff answers #can u tell I love Halloween #hey nikki you're so fine you're so fine you blow my mind hey nikki hey hey hey nikki

[spilledthinking-blog]

Ace

As the night breeze flows through, enveloping ,caressing ,going through me. Beyond the hunched position that I assumed, a large stack of homework ( the bane of my existence ) stood before me . Heart thumping loudly against my chest and eyes overstocked with fatigue,daring to shut against my will. With a glance fleeting towards the white clock ticking by my side. Tick...tock...tick...... Mocking me with a rhythmic tune as I took a moment to recollect myself.

Heaving a sigh of exasperation, I softly grumbled ,“ 4.23 am... “ . Unconsciously letting a countenance splashed with annoyance and irritation surface, I turned back towards the papers that I had set before me.  Dragging an icy hand down my face in an attempt to erase even a wink of my profound exhaustion but to no avail , I picked up my pen with a groove molded into the shape of my hand from clenching it for so long. Ignoring the soreness in my butt and the needles prickling the soles of my feet , I eased back into the gentle song of the soft scratching of my pen on paper, scribbling away, expending my last few brain cells on this unearthly stack of accursed papers.

“A”

It seems as if it’s the only alphabet the world revolves around.

 A determiner.

A simple alphabet that entails a hellscape for the current youth. 

Mugging for the “A” , the pumpkin spice of the 26 alphabets in the English language. We are so conscious of the omnipresent reputation that stems from that single, putrid letter. A letter that brings the horde of aspiring children to the realm of the dead. So many of us ,sacrificed our passion , our lives , ourselves even , in this over-glorified quest to achieve this ace. Cramming , inserting terabytes of information into our cerebrum , test questions after test questions , quizzes after quizzes. Yet for what? So that we can vanquish the enemy that is our examinations? So that we can be categorized as an elitist? As someone who worked incredibly hard and aced all of their examinations? No. We have become nothing more than a person who has mastered the omnipotent ability to digest and regurgitate memorized snippets of information. All for the title. All for the ace. We are labelled as buffoons if we do not receive it . Scorned as a coward if we lose ourselves in this god forsakened rat race. Named a narcissistic elite if we conquer it. But riddle me this ;

Was it worth,me?

Alphabets.

Numbers. 

Is that all that determines our fate? Is that all I am? Just because I am too apprehensive to take the reigns of this world , to compel it to bend to my will, to make it mine.

I am afraid

so.

#spilledthinking #short

[phoenixmakeswords]

I’ve come to the conclusion there are actually 5 seasons: spring, summer, fall, pumpkin pie spice, and winter.

#seasons #pumpkin pie spice #aka the bane of my existence

[thegloober]

Dude to Dad Episode Thirteen: “The Sick Day”

Fall is here. The air? Crisp AF. The pumpkins have been milked, their spice collected. As a more eloquent man once said, “it’s decretive gourd season Motherfucker.” And with every decretive gourd season comes the bane of every parent’s existence: sick kids.

Your own Dude to Dad is battling with his first truly sick baby this week. My son Rory has had reflux, colds, and some other health odds and ends. But this is the first time we’ve taken him to the pediatrician and gotten a diagnosis. The boy has been stricken by Bronchiolitis which sounds positively Dickensian. “Sorry, mum. I wish I could work me shift in the button factory, but I’ve got a case of the Bronchiolitis!”

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It sounds worse than it is. Bronchiolitis is basically just a super tough baby cold. My little guy’s breathing is ragged, he’s throwing up, and he generally feels uncomfortable. So this week my wife and I have been staying with him, trading off shifts “working” from home and doing our best to help him figure out what the hell is going on.

Taking care of a sick baby comes with mixed emotions. On one hand, we feel so bad for the sickling. He’s being poked and prodded and “nebulized” and he’s not sure why. On the other hand, we get to spend precious quality time with him: reading, taking baths, soothing, doing, you know, parenting things. I obviously don’t want him to be sick, but you never feel more like a Dad than while you’re taking care of your little dude.

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Of course, I’m now sick as well. I can lie to my coworkers and myself, but we all knew it was coming. That’s the other thing about parenting a sick kid for the first time – you will get sick. It’s not a question of if. It’s a question of when.

So if you’re dealing with a sick kiddo as fall ravages our immune systems, remember to drink water, get sleep, Purel those hands, be honest with your co-workers about your condition and get your flu shot. And also enjoy that feeling of taking care of this little person who needs you more than anyone else in the world. They’re sick, but you make them feel good, and that’s the best medicine.

Fall used to mean apple picking. But for Dude to Dad, it now means booger picking. Good luck out there fellow parents. Don’t touch my hands. I probably have a cold.

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[chaotic-smartass]

Tagged by: @simply-m-a-d​

Rules: Answer the questions, then make your own and tag people.

Questions:

1. If you could live in any themed bedroom, what would it be?

Bookshelves all over the walls, lots of little nooks I could retreat into. Probably would keep the tones light so I wouldn’t feel like I was living in a cave.

2. What’s your favorite time of day?

4AM, it’s always interesting whenever I plan to wake up at this time, because it usually means I’m doing something important. It’s also very quiet at this time, and I feel very light on my feet.

3. Would you rather never have to do laundry the rest of your life, or never have to do dishes?

Dishes, I really hate dishes. Soggy food is the bane of my existence.

4. If you could meet any fictional character, who would it be?

Cayde-6 from Destiny 2

5. If you were a mythological creature, what would you be?

I’m going to sound crazy when I say this, but...probably a wendigo.

6. Do you have a favorite planet?

Venus!

7. Do you have a favorite Greek myth?

Hyacinthus

8. Are you more of a nighttime person, or a daytime person?

I’m a “I’ll wake up when I wake up” person, but a lot of the time I end up staying up late, even though it causes me to get a wee bit paranoid.

9. What’s a food you could never give up?

Oh jeez, probably bananas or potato chips

10. What are you most looking forward to about today?

Showering, not having to go outside in the cold, and finishing up my schoolwork for the week.

1. Do you have a weird guilty pleasure?

...that’s classified

2. Tea or coffee?

Coffee, I need something to wake me up in the mornings before school

3. Do you have any pets?

Two cats and a dog, all of them are fluffy and adorable.

4. What’s the first thing you do in the morning?

Get my coffee

5. Favorite sleep position?

On my stomach, head facing to the left, or on my left side. Always have to have blankets though.

6. How many languages do you speak?

I can only speak English fluently sadly, but at the moment I’m teaching myself ASL and I’m taking a Latin course in school

7. Favorite food?

Banana bread

8. Do you have any plants in your home?

About nine? Maybe more? Six or seven of them are mine.

9. What’s the greatest thing that could happen today to you?

I get my copy of “The Book Thief” back.

10. Favorite song?

I really like music, so I don’t have a single “favorite song”. At the moment I’ve been listening to “The Path” by Miracle of Sound

1. If you can bend elements like in Avatar Last Airbender which element you would choose?

Earth. Easy choice, I’ve thought about this for a long time.

2. Cat or a dog person?

Why not both?

3. What is the strangest thing you believed as a child?

That Voldo from Soul Calibur 2 lived under the the seats in our family car and was going to attack my ankles.

4. What’s something that amazes you?

How durable humans are, humans can live through things like car crashes and reentering the Earth’s atmosphere. Humans are really strong.

5. What is your strongest sense? If you had to give one up, which would it be?

My strongest sense is touch, and I’d probably give up my hearing since my hearing is already kind of awful.

6. What’s your favorite season?

Spring

7. Favorite pizza toppings?

Black olives and pepperoni

8. Favorite jelly bean flavor?

I usually just eat all the jellybeans, I just don’t like the licorice ones.

9. Favorite Christmas smell?

The smell of snow, if that makes sense? It seems clean to me, so I like that smell.

10. If you could grow any flower/plant, which would it be?

I’d grow silphium. It’s an extinct plant that was used as an ancient birth control and we can’t test it to see if it actually works because they harvested it to extinction!

My Questions:

11. Favorite period in history?

12. Peppermint or pumpkin spice?

13. Favorite book?

Tagging: @friendly-neighborhood-wombat

#thanks for tagging me #I didn't notice so it took me a long time to respond #sorry about that #tagged

[lenaglittleus]

Roasted Brussels Sprouts Farro Salad

A healthy recipe for fall, this Roasted Brussels Sprouts Farro Salad makes the perfect weeknight side dish or main or Thanksgiving standout dish.

I am, both literally and figuratively a summer baby. Born in August, I live for my days in the hot sun (covered in SPF and wearing a hat) wearing sun dresses and t-shirts.

…and then I moved to San Francisco. Where despite the occasional heatwave (basically anything over 70 degrees here) it is a solid 65 and sunny – depending on which side of the street you walk on – most days of the year. Now, I’m certainly not complaining. In fact, I love it, but it certainly was something to get used to. It is one eternal season, dictated only by what’s in bloom and whether or not you hear the foghorn blaring out of the bridge.

I’ll admit that I do miss the changing leaves, but I also don’t miss that they signalled the start of the bane of my existence, Winter.

Here it’s sort of like a never-ending late summer-fall. The early morning fog gives way to sweater weather and hot cups of coffee but by afternoon you’ve gotten a taste of your pumpkin spice latte and you can strip into your t-shirt. So essentially I’m getting the best of the best, fall in the morning and summer in the afternoon.

Perhaps more importantly though, it introduces us to the best seasonal produce. Because while I may be a summer baby, I love for fall foods. Chilis, soups or any kind of fall beverage are my jam. I love squash and brussels sprouts and while I may hate deseeding pomegranates, I live for those tiny seed explosions.

This warm roasted brussels sprouts farro salad is only just the beginning!

I’ll be making this salad for Thanksgiving this year, which I’ll be honest I’m still getting used to. I love Thanksgiving, but I’m still learning the ropes. The biggest lesson being – how to pace myself. Followed closely by, learn to appreciate football (long shot) and T-giving food traditions.

This year I’ll be in Minnesota with C’s family and I’m so lucky that they aren’t huge sticklers for tradition. I love tradition, but it can also be intimidating and make you question your role. You don’t want to step on anyone’s toes with your healthified green bean casserole, ya know?

So this roasted brussels sprouts farro salad feels like a good compromise. It tastes decadent, but it’s also packed full of healthy, seasonal fall foods. And C told me this is one of his favorite recipes I’ve made this year. So I considered this a real win.

Whether you’re basking in the California sun or sitting by the fire in Minnesota cold, this salad recipe is for you. Come one, come all. This recipe will make you love fall.

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Roasted Brussels Sprouts Farro Salad

PREP TIME 10 mins

Cook Time 40 mins

Total Time 50 mins

Serves 4     adjust servings

Ingredients

1 cup uncooked farro

1 lb brussels sprouts, halved

1/2 cup pecans, chopped

1/2 cup pumpkin seeds

1 cup pomegranate seeds

1 tbsp olive oil

2 tbsp balsamic vinegar, divided

1 tbsp maple syrup

1 tsp dijon mustard

1 tsp sea salt

black pepper, to taste

1 tsp dried thyme

Instructions

Preheat oven to 425 degrees F.

Place brussels sprouts on a lined baking sheet and coat with olive oil and 1 tbsp of balsamic vinegar. Sprinkle with salt.

Bake for 30 minutes or until slightly charred.

Meanwhile, cook the farro according to package instructions (generally 1:2 ratio).

On the stovetop over medium-high heat, place pecans and pumpkin seeds in a skillet and cook until slightly browned. Watch carefully as they burn easily.

In a large bowl combine farro, pecans, pumpkin seeds, pomegranate seeds and brussels sprouts (one they're done cooking).

In a small bowl combine balsamic vinegar, maple syrup and dijon mustard and stir to combine.

Top dressing onto salad and stir in salt, pepper and dried thyme.

Serve warm or cold, depending on preference.

by Davida @ The Healthy Maven

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What are you doing for Thanksgiving this year? What’s your favorite fall food?

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