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emberc · 1 year
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This scene breaks my heart every time..
It reminds me of the scene in S1E6 when Wilhelm shed tears silently (while looking at Simon's photos most probably).. in his dorm room.. on the same bed they had their first night & morning together.. 😭
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literallycarrie · 1 month
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do you guys remember when 'big red' rednovich the third came out as bisexual on international tv in the trailer for a documentary he wasn't even in before he told any of his friends (including his best friend and girlfriend) for seemingly no reason other than that he thought it'd be funny? because i do.
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theflyingfeeling · 3 months
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if someone wants to help me procrastinate, pls send in your Swedish music recommendations because it's been too since I added new songs on my Svenska playlist on Spotify 👀
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I’m in love with TAYC 😮‍💨♥️🔥🇫🇷🇨🇲
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polikszena · 1 year
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Zenék mosogatás közben / Bánfalvi Eszter Kvartett: Ezer emelet - Rozi dala
Ezer emeleten át repül a felvonó velem Tudom, hogy őrültség, és mégis újra megteszem Lefelé lehet, hogy sírok De most még a falára írok Nézheted, míg megfakul Mint A Szerelem
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vinylsbygi · 1 year
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"this is for the lonely ones,
the ones that go to bed and think they got no one,
the shy kid at the playground, the runaways on greyhounds
this is for the lonely ones,
the ones that always wonder where their friends have gone,
the boy who can't stop crying,
the girl who gave up trying."
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racingheadfirst · 1 year
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dance for the hell of it by LOVA
is there somebody else who hates this place and romance? just said your name, now we should get high, forget why we're scared of it, then go back and dance for the hell of it.
damn, the people here are so bland, wish they could care enough to look up for five seconds, give a shit and let loose and dance for the hell of it.
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ajortga · 22 days
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the alcohol effect
pairing: vada cavell x fem reader
summary: vada was expecting to get wasted at the party and have you whine, not the other way around and run after you while you get drunk for the first time in your relationship.
word count: 1.8k+
a/n: sorry for not posting! just wanted to say that i'll be taking requests now! there were some where i just had no motivation because there were no ideas of how the plot would go so i decided to just not write until i had an idea for that! enjoy<3
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Wind blew in your air as you peeked your head out of the window as Vada drove 5 miles over the speed limit, your screams of the lyrics being heard to the people that the car swished against.
Vada looks at you, wiggling her eyebrows when she makes it to your stop, shifting out of her seat and opening your car door.
"C'mon, don't want to let them have fun without us right?" She says, a silly smile played on her face as you rolled your eyes and took her hand.
Music made the house shake and the concrete vibrate against your shoes. You were at least ten yards away, you looked up at Vada and she gave you a reassuring ruffle in the hair.
"Just stay with me and we'll be okay, okay?"
A smile creeps on your face as you nod slowly, Vada opening the door for the two of you, "Okay baby."
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The first hour of the party you and Vada's friend hosted was going well. You stayed by Vada's side the whole time and cuddled into her lap while making conversation with Mia and Nick, laughing the night away. The second hour you drank a little alcohol, a smirk playing on your lips after you lost a game.
Vada felt a slight shift in your demeanor not long after as you pulled her aside and made out in the corner of the couch for long moments, your hungry lips devouring hers as your legs wrapped around her waist.
She could get used to this as her hand creeped against your bare back, caressing your naked skin.
The brunette regretted pulling away from your lips and hushed you, telling you she had to go to the bathroom and talk to Mia for a moment.
15 minutes passed and your hair was ruffled, eyes dilated and red hot cheeks. You sipped your alcohol, talking with Nick in a slurred voice.
"..this is bUBbbly!" you say, your voice going high and low as you sip it and make a small tiny burp. "Eww... That was gross." You said, looking at Nick with an accusing glare.
Nick slaps your shoulder, "You burped! What the hell are you looking at me for?"
"Nuh uh. That was you, I can smell your ragged breath from here."
"Y/N I swear to-"
The world was spinning as you babble and interrupt him.
5 minutes you were arguing with Nick about knowing that it was he who was the one who took your favorite stuffed animal in second grade. Then the next 5 minutes you crossed your arms and rotted in the corner, sniffling and making cries about how you missed your girlfriend.
"Y/N it's fine. Vada will be back soon."
"But I want her now."
"I'll text her in ten minutes-"
"No! NOW!" You whine, kicking your feet impatiently as you glare at him, sniffling. You didn't understand. Did Vada not want to see you? The alcohol was making your brain go haywire.
"Does she not love me?.." You say, looking like you made a conclusion as tears glistened in the pupils of your eyes.
"Oh lord." He says, pulling out his phone.
nick: send immediate help
nick: mayday mayday
vada: wut happened
vada: huhh
vada: nick
nick: your GIRLFRIEND happened dumbass. your clingy girlfriend won't stop her stupid whining and complaining.
nick: come rn shes
nick: SHES TRYING TO TAKE AWAY MY PHONE THIS IS AN EMERAGYCNAY
nick: POLICE POLICE SHES TAKING MY PHONE MAYDAY
vada: LMAOO im coming wya and don't call her a dumbass you stupid baotch
vada: nick?
vada: bruh
nick: vady bear! hi babye! i miss you! the world is spinning aORUnd!
vada: Y/N?
nick: vada!! i lobe you i lve you i lovae you i love you! can you come back baby i miss you im so lonely and nick made me think you hated me.
vada: hi baby, of course i dont i love you more than anything i'm coming right now
nick: acn we make uout when you come?
vada: are you really that drunk?
nick: ????
vada: yes we can kiss whatever and however much you want
nick: Yes yay:D
vada: where are you?
vada: baby???
nick: your girlfriend just snatched my damn phone from me pls help couches in the living room she desperately needs you om
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Vada was only gone for seventeen minutes and fifty four seconds to see you on the couch, slurring to Nick inaudible words with a flushed face as he tried to calm you down.
"Oh my god," she mumbles to herself as she makes your way towards you. She's never seen you drunk.
You flop onto the couch, sipping on more alcohol as she approached closer, taking it out of your hand as you didn't process she was there.
"Hey! That's my dri- oh MY god! HI baby!" You squeal, your teary eyes immediately lighting up as you make grabby arms.
Vada giggles, liking the way that your eyes light up only for her as she bends down and hugs you, kissing the nape of your temple. Your lips part in a smiley grin as you curl up into her chest.
"Baaaa baaa baaahhhh.. Yahh yahh yahh." You mumble against her, your non-stop giggling never faltering.
"Love, I'd love to keep having our cuddle session, but how much did you drink."
"THERES A PIG!" You scream, not taking in Vada's question as she gets a little startled by your sudden scream.
"There's no pig," she says, stroking your hair as you kick your feet.
You point at Nick, "Yes there is! Right there!" You keep shaking your hands in accusation as Nick stares at you, his lips wide open and looking offended.
Vada laughs hard as she covers your eyes, "I think you drank enough for tonight, don't want you to insult anyone or me."
"Mmm.. No baby.. You got it all wrong. I think you're soooooo.. soo pretty. Hi baby! Hi hi hi hi hi hi HI!" You giggle, hugging her, "I just want to hug you like my stuffy every single day!"
Your girlfriend blushes, finding how you were so sweet when you were drunk.
"I love youu," she says softly, kissing the top of your head.
"No, I love YOU more!" you demand, scrunching your nose as you make a movement with your hands to annunciate just how much you love her. "You smell good. I love you! I just love you! I love you I love you I love you-wait no. Can we kiss and cuddle and hug and and.. and. OH! And get married too?"
Vada can't help but laugh and nod, "Yes we can kiss and cuddle and hug and get married." As she spoken, she realized you weren't listening as you still rambled.
"Yes yes, yay yes! And then we can have a puppy. Then a bunny. I want the floppy ear bunny. Not the fat ones. And then we can have babies! Baby kitties. You are so pretty! Do you know that? Kiss me!" You say, your voice desperate and all adorable as Vada smiles against your lips and kisses you softly, making your body melt against hers.
She feels your nose bury against the nestle of her neck as she cuddles you closely, "You doing okay? You must've drunk a lot tonight. You're a warrior."
Vada was really expecting you to be the one taking care of her when she was drunk but here you were, kissing her everywhere.
She could hear your lips kiss her nose, cheek, forehead, neck, nipping softly at her shoulder as you kiss her lips over and over again.
"You are the prettiest girl I've ever seen!!!" You squeal, kissing her over and over again.
"You are so beautiful baby. You know that."
You aren't listening, letting her ruffle your hair as you cup her cheeks and kiss her continuously. Vada talked to her friends and looking at them to show her attention as you were looking at her, staring.
Admiration showed in your features, your eyes sparkling and lips slightly parted as you tilt your head and look at her pretty freckles and eyes.
"You're beautiful. I love you." You slur quietly, quiet enough for her not to hear as she continued to talk and smile at you.
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After a few hours, she was exhausted, in a good way. She was chasing you because you were screaming and running after someone with a burrito and were hungry. Then dancing and running out of energy so she had to carry you like a baby as you slept, you were finally home.
You were curled up in the passenger seat, asleep as Vada quietly opened the door and picked you up, seeing the way you made gentle snores as your head subconsciously laid against her chest. You made a soft murmur as you curled to cuddle more to her.
She opened her door and changed you into your sweatpants and her favorite oversized sweater, then placed you on the bed with care.
She put the blanket over you and wanted to get some water for you. But just as she was getting up, you made a soft whisper.
"Baby.. Stay. Don't leave me."
She saw the way you looked at her with such innocence, your eyes looking like they would tear up if she said no.
"But don't you want water sweetheart?" She says, coming back and stroking your hair back.
"I want your cuddles more."
"You're still thirsty, baby. What about you count to 15 and I'll be back. Okay?"
You made a sad frown, then hesitantly nodded as you sniffled.
"15 seconds my ass." You said, you wanted your girlfriend. You wanted cuddles. You squeezed your eyes shut. You just wanted her warmth.. Her-
"I'm here, see that wasn't so bad hm?" The brunette whispers to the crest of your ear, placing down a water bottle and lifting the blanket before crawling into bed with you.
"Hush, I'm here. Go to bed baby. Rest," she whispers, her voice soft like a gentle lullaby, shushing you to sleep as she enveloped you with warmth.
You looked into her eyes, mesmerized, like she was a masterpiece as she took her fingers, and shut them.
Her gentle, soft whispers and eternal warmth made your eyes flutter closed. Her beautiful figure becoming unfocused. Her arms wrapped around you in a protective embrace, kissing your forehead over and over as you begun to fall asleep.
"Baby?.." You whispered, barely audible, about to fall asleep.
"Yes my pretty star?"
"I really love you." You say, honestly.
"I know you do. And I hope you know I love you much more."
You couldn't argue with that, because as she looked down, there you were, head nestled into her chest, asleep in her arms.
Cute, she thought, smiling as she kissed you and hummed softly, falling asleep not long after.
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brainrotranch · 17 days
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@sincerely-nines Here you go, karaoke wamchurs
“Tango, look, oh my gosh, look!”
Tango whipped his head around at his rancher’s delighted squeal. His index finger was pressed hard against the selection tablet, already pulling up a song. Wannabe by Spice Girls. Uh oh.
Jimmy looked ready to explode from excitement, “They didn’t have this album at all last time!” He chirped, already going through the settings to set it up. His pizza was left half-eaten and abandoned on the edge of the table. Tango stuck a foot out to nudge it further on before Jimmy’s wing could smack into it and create a greasy mess.
“Whatever you wanna sing, Shnookums, but maybe wait for our drink order first.” He tried to warn. They had all learned the hard way not to interrupt an avian mid-song. Jimmy wasn’t anywhere near as much of a whiny diva as Grian was about it, but nothing could stop him until he reached the end of a song.
He pouted, but complied, leaning against Tango until his feather earring clinked with Tango’s blazerod one. “You just don’t want me to have fun.” He bemoaned.
“Yes, I despise it when you’re enjoying yourself.” Tango agreed, looping his arm and tail around his soulmate. He gave a sharp grin and wiggled his fingers menacingly, getting a giggle out of the other, “That’s why I put off buying a new headset just so we’d afford to come here today. So that you could just stare at the song list and weep!” He launched his hand forward, tangling it in the avian’s hair as they barrelled over on the couch. It was distraction enough for Tango to slip his claws under Jimmy’s shirt and run them up his side, eliciting a squawk that devolved into laughter.
Between gasps he managed to get out, “Tango, stop!”
“But then you might sing and I can’t have that!” Tango snickered. “Then I’d have paid for his room for a reason!”
“Okay, I get it, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
Tango was about to continue, perhaps something about some crimes being unforgivable. An awkward knock cut through their laughter, though. Jimmy took the chance to wiggle free, scooting out of his seat in anticipation while Tango answered the door. A young and tired waiter handed him their tray, a Blue Hawaiian and Blood Mary, and a reminder of their remaining time. Tango muttered his thanks. The first sound, rushed footsteps, played before the door was even shut.
“Yooo, I’ll tell you what I want, what I really really want!” Jimmy belted into his mic, fist in the air and wings fluffed into puffballs. Tango cringed. Bless his rancher, but he’d never had a day of vocal training in his life. Not that it mattered here, it was all about having fun. And from the way Jimmy was practically bouncing off the walls, Tango thought he could say that mission was successful.
Jimmy may not know how to sing, but he sure knew karaoke. These machines in particular, which listened back and scored the client’s singing. Perfect alignment with lyrics, not off-key enough for it to detect. Another near-perfect score was incoming. Just as long as Jimmy didn’t become overstimulated and let his wits get away from him. Every once in a while a high note turned into a twitter before he came back down. There were plenty of avian songs to play if he did lose himself, given the most common clientele, but Jimmy hadn’t known very many and would get grumpy if his score was messed up.
Copious amount of necklaces and bracelets and anklets jingled almost louder than the music. The end of the song fast approached, Jimmy jumping for joy to the beat before striking a dramatic pose. “If you wanna be my Lova’!” He shrieked. His face was red and there was the slightest glisten of sweat finally building on his brow from dancing a little too hard. A score of 88% blinked briefly on the machine. It’d be high nineties by the next time he played it most likely.
Tango began to clap while Jimmy to a bow. “Almost as good as me, Honey.” He teased.
“Pssh!” Jimmy rolled his eyes, then slipped down next to Tango. A hand slipped around Tango waist just and he yelped as he was full body dragged across Jimmy’s lap into a cuddle, Jimmy’s face buried in his shoulder and wings tight around them both. When Jimmy looked back up he was sticking his tongue out. “I play more than one song!”
And Tango cackled, because he certainly couldn’t deny it. “The safety dance is a good song!”
“You only play it because I didn’t know what it was.”
This was also not untrue. So, Tango just wrapped his arms around Jimmy’s neck and gave his forehead a peck. “Well, we ain’t here for me.” He pointed out instead. Tango was neither good at singing nor particularly inclined towards it, not compared to his songbird.
Jimmy pouted, tightening his grip. “I am.” It got him another peck that he whined about. He grabbed at the tablet, swiping through to a particular category with a mischievous side eye. “Let’s do a duet together!”
“Aright, but you can’t complain about me tanking your score.”
“I won’t, they score separately!”
“Hey, that’s not why you’re supposed to say!”
“But it’s true.” Jimmy trilled. His eyes lit up, having found something. “What about good time?”
“What about him?” Tango drawled, receiving a playful bat of a wing as he laughed. He reached out a grabbed his mic. “Yeah, sure, who am I to deny my rancher his Carly Rae Jepson song of the night? I barely remember the lyrics, though.”
Jimmy shrugged, wings vibrating with excitement as he took a swig of his neglected drink and popped on the song.
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ciganyolga · 3 months
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Nyámi! 🍰
Sajnos a társulatból csak a Tenya fért rá a tortára. Viszont ez a Szőke Rocky név új nekem. Lemaradtam valamiről és lesz Rocky lovas musical???
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writemywaytoyourheart · 7 months
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Bedeviled Playlist
Hello babies 💗 this is a collection of songs for Bedeviled. Whether you listen to them while reading or just whenever, I hope you like it!
These are songs I either stumbled upon, listened to years ago and just found again, or are instrumentals I've listened to while writing. It's insane how many of them fit with bedeviled 🍎🥀
Songs will continue to be added!!! Have fun crying 🤠
Vocals:
In Another Lifetime- Zoe Sky Jordan
The Last Words You Said- Sarah Brightman
In Another Lifetime- Sophia Fredskild
Never Get To Heaven- Sarah Blaine
Never Get To Heaven (slow version)- Sarah Blaine
This Broken Soul- Rebecca Kneubuhl
Everything is Lost- Maggie Eckford
Angels Like You- Miley Cyrus
Lullaby- Josh Groban
I Miss You, I'm Sorry- Gracie Abrams
Locksmith- Sadie Jean
Remember Me- Ivan Torrent
You Broke My Heart Again- Teqkoi
When the World Stops Spinning- Kyler England
Hero- Faouzia
Devil Doesn't Bargain- Alec Benjamin
Castles Crumbling (Taylor's version)- Taylor Swift
Open Your Eyes- School of Seven Bells
Last Kiss (Taylor's version)- Taylor Swift (thank you to the anonnie that brought this to my attention ❤)
Say Yes to Heaven- Lana Del Ray
Instrumentals:
Nitty Gritty- Lova (thank you to the anonnie that brought this to my attention 🩷) check out the MV as well!
Innocence- Cannon Division
What Are Words- Chris Medina
Jacob and the Stone- Emile Mosseri
I Know The End x Scott Street remix- Phoebe Bridgers
Sad Emotional Piano (1 hour version)- Ambient Feelings
Epic Inspirational Music Mix (1 hr)- Epic Battle
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literallycarrie · 8 months
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i made a bingo card for hsmtmts s4 if anyone wishes to participate (click here to generate ur own and we can all play together!!)
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omgsuperstarg · 10 months
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Its Hair Day
Couple: Toto Wolff X Black!Reader
Summary: It's that particular time when the reader gives some TLC to herself and her hair. Toto working from home observes one of his love's many rituals in terms of self-care and he even assists.
As a young Caribbean woman, haircare is paramount, and I'm glad I get to share this in my writing. Hope you enjoy it!!!
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Hair day is a long process. The amount of time and energy it takes to keep your hair flawless is a task in itself, but it's always worth it because Toto loves to see the unique art you transform your hair into. So here you are in your shared room at 9am in front of the mirror scissors in hand ready to be out with the old! So the process began by cutting your braids 75% length and then losing the rest. Usually, when you do this ritual, Toto would usually find your hair already prepped and wrapped under a nightcap to keep its softness. He always liked to see you with it on because he lived for the bright colours and styles it came with. He knew that your hair was quite important to you and in the short time you've both been together he came to embrace your unique beauty and how you showed it off.
So here you are in the bathroom with light lo-fi music blasting softly from your speakers so as not to disturb your hardworking love, he then appears in your vision thanks to the mirror reflecting him.
"Hey, did you have a good meeting?", you inquire and noting his slightly messy hair and face being spectacle free. "Yes, it went well and I can see you're quite busy yourself", he responds while walking towards your person.
"Did you choose your newest style?", he ponders as he comes to sit next to you. You proceed to show him a picture that you discovered on Pinterest which so happened to bestow you all the best inspiration.
"This would look wonderous on you, and it'll be perfect for the next race weekend", he professes while looking into your chocolate brown eyes.
"Oh, lova, can you drop me off at the salon before heading to Brackley?", you ask him
"Sure but for now, let me assist you in washing your hair", he says while wiggling his fingers playfully going in to tickle.
"Ahhhh Toto, stap!!!!!! This is soo unfair", your laughter ringing through the bathroom,
"I love you, mein Singvogel", the lovable giant professes before bestowing a light kiss on your forehead. Ever since he has heard you singing around the house, he has deemed you his songbird and that nickname always makes you weak in the knees.
So escorting you to the bathroom and sitting you on the tub's edge, he takes the hose and proceeds to drench your hair, his fingers very comforting just as he does on your ebony skin. Gentle yet protective, after that, you add your shampoo and you both scrub together. Taking some of the green apple-smelling suds and swiping some on his face, his hearty laugh filled the room and your soul. By lunchtime, your hair is fully washed and steamed and what was left was to plait them in.
"This is the first time you're actually home to see the entire process when it comes to doing my hair. Most times you would be working and when you arrive home, my haircare would be completed", you speak as you sit opposite him on the kitchen island.
"I always thought what you do with your hair is magical and the versatility of it. Your hair is powerful just as is the rest of you. Resilant, creative, an amazing cook, intelligent and diligent in your work.", Toto professes and by the time the silence comes, you're just in awe.
Getting into a relationship with Toto always had its critics from not matching his level in terms of career to the colour of your skin. The vitriol that was hurled at you always tore at you like razor cuts. You've always felt that you weren't good enough for a man of stature such as him, Toto was larger than life and you were just ordinary but in the time you've been with him, he saw you as equal. Valued your sense of independence. Your input mattered to him, willing to learn and appreciate his strengths and flaws and observe him in his element as well as encourage you in your endeavours and for that, you'll always be grateful.
The next day.....
After Toto dropped you off, it was time to transform your hair. So after about three hours and two seasons of 'The Umbrella Academy' on Netflix later, your hair was finally done and you felt even more beautiful. A new style was so needed and you knew that Toto would love it. In his rush, he forgot his lunch and you decided to drop it off for him and have him see your new hair.
After your arrival at Brackley HQ and with permission from reception, you were allowed to see him but before doing so you texted him to let him know you were coming and notify yourself if he was in a meeting so you would be disrespectful by barging in unannounced. In a swift reply, it was all clear and by knocking on his door and hearing his baritone voice you poked your head through.
"Hello darling, I bought lunch that you forgot when you rushed out of the house", you say slowly walking into his office.
"Thank you Liebling and you look gorgeous.", he says while gently turning your whole body in his arms to view your full visage.
"Im glad you love it, I adore it as well", you said as you gave your love a huge hug and a loving kiss.
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still with you-
musical beetlejuice x reader smut/fluff
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beetlejuice has to take a week and a half long business trip to the netherworld and leaves you his blazer to hug in his absence. when he returns to find you wearing nothing but his coat and humping his pillow in your sleep, things get a tad bit frisky. enjoy!! ;)
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“you have to go, beej?” you pouted.
“yeah, babes… unfortunately i do.” he shrugged and pulled you into a soft, but meaningful hug.
“what are you even doing there anyway?” you asked him. he grumbled and held you tighter.
“APPARENTLY i’m nOt SuPpOsEd To Be ScArInG sO mAnY tInY cHiLdReN, and it’s something called dIsOrDeRlY cOnDuCt, which according to the stupid dead people laws, MaKeS tHe ReCeNtLy DeCeAsEd LeSs CoMfOrTaBlE iN tHeIr NeW hOmE.” you kept it to yourself, but they had a point. “so now i’ve gotta go explain myself and charm my way outta trouble in hell court. guess that’s all court is though, huh babes??” he laughed, but you furrowed your brow in concern.
“you’re going to court?? are you gonna, like, go to jail or prison or something?? how much trouble are we talking beej—”
“woah, woah babes, slow down,” he smiled “these lawmakers of the netherworld are a bunch of jokesters. nothing they ever claim comes through, they’re all cheap talk. and besides, they know i’ve got too much ‘a reputation with the dead and too many clones to be all jailed up like that. they’d rather have me roaming the streets than deal with me in jail.” he made a good point. no one wants to deal with a fussy beej, especially if you don’t love him like you do. your mind eased a little. “don’t worry, babes. i’m not goin anywhere. however…” he grimaced. “time does pass differently in the netherworld, and it’s gonna seem to you like i’m gone for a lot longer than it will to me.” you frowned in dismay.
“h-how much longer is a lot longer?” he chewed his lip for a moment and slumped a little bit.
“‘bout two weeks, babe... i-it could be less. it’s hard to really know. you’re not mad at me are ya, toots?” you were certainly sad, sad that you’d miss out on all your weekly traditions and that you wouldn’t get to see his face and be scared by him every time you came home, but beetlejuice had a way with you to where you couldn’t stay mad at him no matter what he did. it was a blessing and a curse.
“i couldn’t be really mad at you if i tried, beej. just as long as you’ll be back. besides, it’s not as long as i thought.” you were expecting upwards of a month. deep down though, beetlejuice could tell you were trying to hide how bummed out you really were.
“don’t worry, babes, i’ll be back. besides, you’ll always have a little bit’a me with you.” in a snap, his blazer was off his shoulders and now on you, oversized, warm, and beej all over. you giggled.
“i can keep it?” he kissed your forehead as you smiled.
“for now, toots. of course, i’ll be taking a couple pairs of my favorite panties of yours with me in return.” you scoffed a laugh. “nothin’s free babes. lova ya!” he kissed you on both cheeks, gave a laid back wave goodbye, and in an instant, was gone in a puff of green smoke.
you watched the smoke fade away til the very last strand, and reached out to try and grab it before it dissipated, but all it did was recede and blow out from the gust of wind your hand caused. you frowned and made your way over to the couch. holding the jacket tight around your body, still smelling strongly of him--moss, dirt, and a little bit of what may’ve been blood--you plopped down on the couch and laid your head in his spot. you missed him already, and the thought that you could bring him back all with just three words was a temptation so strong that the love you had for him was the only thing that could stop you.
your stomach rumbled deep and you groaned, knowing you have to eat, but dreading it. you drew in a deep breath, doing your best to exhale your sorrows as you expelled the air, and rushed to the fridge. inside, you found a couple plates and bowls, all covered in tin foil, and a chilled note attached to it. from the atrocious handwriting alone, you knew immediately it was from your old BJ. 
“toots,
i haven’t cooked in about 1,000 years,’ you quickly laughed at this and then went back to reading. ‘but i wanted to make my absence seem as short and un-lonely as possible. hope you like it. if not, the deer might eat it. love ya,
                               - your favorite demon, with love
p.s.
more surprises to be found around the house throughout the week. don’t worry, you won’t get em all at once.’
you giggled a little at the stark contrast of his impeccable grammar and his nauseating handwriting, and also the fact that he seemed to forget there weren’t many deer this deep into the city. carefully, you pulled the dishes from out of the puzzle he’d made in the fridge, six of them that he stacked miraculously stably, and set them on the table. you opened them one by one, and they actually all looked quite good. a few things were off, however: everything he made had been dyed green with what you hoped was food coloring, and the mystery green sauce covered pasta had two types of noodles, one black and the other the normal white. another bowl was filled of jell-o, green and very dark black cherry cubes. there was a bowl of chili, which the dye had made look utterly sickly, green dyed pizza rolls that he insisted to have cooked instead of left in the freezer (although there was a note informing you there was more in the freezer), frog in a hole toast with extra green eggs on the side (which did great in the microwave), and corn on the cob he rolled in green butter (he also included a note in this one to let you know that he cooked this by using his own magic to set it on fire in the kitchen).
you laughed and felt a pleasant tingle in your heart. getting to work on heating up those eggs. maybe, you wouldn’t be so lonely after all. 
***
throughout the week, which you’d gotten really great sleep in with the house being so quiet, beej came through on his promise and left you little surprises around the house. one night in particular you came home to find vodka and margarita mix on the counter. another morning you woke up to limp, white and black roses poking your face in the part of the bed he usually slept. he’d managed to sneak a couple videos onto your phone of him, some telling you how much he already misses and loves you, how he’s still with you, and some other not so... pure footage, a new video popping up every day. he also found it hysterical, apparently, to kill or flicker the lights every now and then. even in another dimension he managed to scare you. with all this, including the jacket you never took off other than at work, the week and a half he’d been gone went far faster and easier than expected.
on the last few nights though, the days became harder, and you found yourself wearing nothing but his jacket (not even a blanket with the heat) and clutching his pillow every night, some nights falling asleep with tear dampened hair. you knew that no one would mess with beej in the netherworld, he was too infamous for ruthlessness and no one wanted to deal with him, but you still couldn’t help but worry that something could’ve gone wrong. a god forbidden sandworm, perhaps? what if his charm finally gave out on him and he was in fact imprisoned? what if he wasn’t coming back. after hours, you finally tired of thinking too much, and fell asleep to the sound thoughts of when he’d finally return.
your thoughts were a little too pleasant that night, and to your delight, there he was in your dream, head between your thighs and hands clutching your waist. unconsciously, your bare body humped his pillow that you had your legs wrapped around. your breaths became more and more weighted as his dream state tongue lapped at your most sensitive parts. you were so damn close, seconds away, and almost as if beej could read your mind, he appeared in your bedroom. the moderately loud puff of smoke hadn’t managed to wake you, and beetlejuice was left frozen and wordless as he watched you hump his pillow, wrapped up tight in his jacket. he moaned as you soiled his pillow with your cum, and mumbled his name with a strained grunt. he leaned down a bit and kissed your neck awake before whispering in your ear. 
“you called, babe?” you turned to face him, his wonderful, adorable, insatiable face, and it was then that he realized his jacket was the only thing you were wearing. your eyes both widened, his in shock and arousal and yours in joy.
“beej!” you threw yourself up at him, your arms around him and his around you. you both hummed at the feeling of your warm, bare body pressed tight to his cold form and thin button down shirt. “oh, i missed you, i missed you, i missed you!” you exclaimed between kisses to his cheeks, nose, lips, neck--all of him. he beamed at you.
“told you i wasn’t goin’ anywhere. i missed you too, babes--ow!” you hit him rather hard on his shoulder.
“no, don’t even talk about ‘missing me’! to you it’s only been, what, three days? i’ve been without my favorite being in the universe for a week and a half...” he grimaced, despite his heart warming at his new achievement of “favorite being of the most wonderful person in the universe and beyond.”
“ah, i’m sorry babes. you really did miss me, huh? well, if you moaning my name in your sleep was any indication.” he looked down at your nearly bare form and then gestured to his cum soaked pillow. you felt like you’d just gone down a rollercoaster. “god, babes, i think i like this better than lingerie.” you smirked.
“oh, yeah? too bad, i seem to remember you saying you wanted to keep--”
“keep it, smeep it, i’ll buy a new one! you are never taking this off.” you both laughed together. “now, how ‘bout i make your dreams come true, huh, toots?” his hands snaked up your waist and to your breasts, massaging them with with a delighted hum against your morphing lips. you were moaning at his touch already. how could you not keel for a guy like him, dead or alive? god, you missed this.
his hands moved all over you, and finally as you bucked your hips toward him he reached your aching pussy. you let out an open mouthed moan, breaking the kiss at the very first touch and riding his fingers. he was laughing through an aroused grunt.
“god, you don’t even know how much i missed you.” you yelped and stuttered your hips as his trained fingers almost immediately found your clit. you clenched his shirt and nuzzled your head into his chest, pulling away as soon as his hand wrapped firmly, but too firm, around your throat. he came down to kiss you, his lips muffling your moans. you were close already, so, so damn close. you tensed and your moans stuttered. he knew what this meant of course.
“god, baby, you close already?” he cooed. all you could do was nod, or try to against the clench of his hand around your neck. and then, he stopped. 
“beej!” you yelled and slapped his chest in annoyance. “bj i am not in the mood for this right n--” he took your breath away as he pushed you down and dropped to his knees, yanking you closer to him by your hips, and in an instant his lips were deep in your folds, lapping and sucking messily like you craved all week. you were in too much bliss to be audible, instead only trying to breathe as you came on his tongue. he cleaned up every bit of it and let it melt onto his taste buds. as his lips finally let you go, you were left shaking as he crawled back up to you. sure, you masturbated to those videos of him plenty of times throughout the week, but there was nothing out there like beej. nothing and no one nearly as good. “i love you so, so damn much.” you held his face in your hands and he smiled like a puppy. he loved that you loved him so much. that you adored him.
your hands moved from his face down to his crotch, gently stroking the tent in his pants. he grunted and his body relaxed. in this window of bliss you pushed him off of you and rolled on top of him. you kissed down his neck and began working at the buttons on his shirt, but he stopped you.
“hey, babe, babe, you can get me back tomorrow, yeah? just let tonight be for you, you should get some re--” you shushed him with your finger on his lips.
“just--just shut up and take your clothes off, already.” he chuckled, a little stunned, and with a wave of his hand his clothes were across the room. “oh, well aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes...” he couldn’t help but smile and soften (his heart, not so much his dick, that is) at every compliment, no matter how lewd or dirty. you kissed down his neck and to his chest, leaving a few flicks of your tongue on his nipples as his hands tangled in your hair you moved lower and lower, licking and kissing up and down his soft stomach. your lips you were inches from his cock, but still, you didn’t touch him. instead, you kissed his thighs and the skin around it, starting at the edge, around to the front, and to the sensitive inner portion, his body tremoring. 
“c’mon, babes. stop teasing so damn much.”
‘uh-uh...” you hummed no. you missed him too much. the mossy, salty, earthy taste of his skin, the sound of his moans. “juuust a little longer.” you kept your promise, and after a few more kisses to his thighs and stomach, took his dripping head into your mouth. you both moaned at this. you did mostly because of the satisfaction of finally tasting the slightly rotten precum and woodsy, slightly grass tasting skin. you sucked at him hard as your head lowered and you took more and more of him in.
“oh, fuck, baby~” he grunted and threw his head back. “so, so fucking good.” beej wasn’t afraid to make noise, and as you engulfed him farther and harder, his volume rose considerably and his hand gripped your hair. his hips were bucking as you took almost of him in, choking on his tip, tongue flat against the base of his cock. “holy hell, toots--oh, y-yes, don’t stop, don’t stop.” you giggled at the idea that he thought you’d even imagine stopping. the vibrations of your laugh intensified the pleasure and he tensed, his back arching off the bed as you picked it up to top speed and hummed around his cock. he came into your mouth with a deafening moan and a tight squeeze to your hair. “so... so fucking perfect.” you swallowed his salty, “acquired taste” cum and gave him one last lick up the base of him, swirling your tongue around his head to make sure you didn’t miss any. “you.. you are unreal.” you lifted yourself up and straddled his hips.
“you got that right.” you smiled as you took him by surprise and moved his cock to your entrance, the erect member sliding against your soaked folds a couple times. you inhaled sharply through your mouth and moaned as he spread your tight pussy, a burning sensation you missed so much, eased with your slick. he was whimpering and groaning endlessly as you slunk your way all the way down. you were breathless by that point, and soon after lifted yourself up before dropping back down onto him, over and over, slowly picking up more speed. you were both making obscene, horrific sounds of sex, and before you could let out another moan he flipped you over, cock still buried deep inside you and now pounding into you at a mind bending, merciless speed. “oh—fuck! oh my g-god bee, that’s so fucking good.”
“yeah? bet you missed my cock, didn’t you??” he grunted between stuttered whimpers. all you could do was moan in affirmation. “my perfect fucking whore.” you were already close again, your walls fluttering and clenching around him. at the new sensation, he felt the same rope in his stomach tighten. “god, i’m so fucking c-close, toots.”
“m-me too.” you whimpered. the room filled with the sound of skin against skin and obscene sounds of pleasure.
“cum with me, baby, please?? for me.” his hand moved to your clit as he continued to slam his hips into yours, and that was all it took for you to fall off the edge for the third time that half hour. as you came, you felt him tense at the same time as he began to pull out of you. you didn’t let him go, however, and wrapped your legs behind his back so he’d cum inside you. the room seemed to go quiet for both of you in your climax, slowly returning as you came back down to earth. “oh, baby.” he said. you were wordless. collapsing beside you, the both of you sighed in slight disappointment as he slid out of you. he put his arm out for you to lay on and you nuzzled into his bare chest.
“i am so fucking glad your back... missed you so much.”
“me too, babe.” he sighed in contentment. “so what’d you think of the pasta? too al dente?” you chuckled. 
“they were perfect, bee. everything is perfect.”
end
man, i like this one, ngl
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kruemel8 · 2 months
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They can't leave us without Simon singing. Omar's vocal chords is something that makes the series special - it's Edvin's words (paraphrased, but the meaning is kept) and Lisa agreed with them. I can't wait to hear what he's going to sing!
I'm still a bit bitter that other artists (Elias, Tusse, Lova etc) can promote their own music through the show, but not him... (Simon's song was nice, but it's not the song that can live its own life worldwide outside the YR context). A deep sigh.
We will hear Simon singing I’m sure of it. Yeah Simon’s song is hard to promote outside the YR fandom. Maybe they will surprise us with another original song and this time with a bigger reach. 🕯️🙏🏻
Lisa was talking about special things happening for promo, I’m still waiting for that.
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mahtharula · 9 months
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✧・゚— refer to me as mahalia ! she/her. black. 8teen. music fanatic, aspiring writer, anime enjoyer, onyankopon's lova, a mix of sugar & spice!
fyi: when i post my pieces, be aware my "y/n's" are black because i'm a black woman.
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