#pop corn outfit

[farewellmusic]

Freddie Mercury - Pop Corn Outfit & Cinema

#freddie mercury #freddie mercury edit #freddiemercuryedit #queen #queen band #queen edit #queenedit #pop corn outfit #my stuff #my edit

[hisunshiine]

—"lemme swallow your pride" [2/7]

Part 2 of 7 of the Seven Days Series ↣ series masterlist

🗓️ pairing: nurse!jungkook x teacher!reader 🗓️ au/genre: non-idol au, brother’s friend au, fwb, age-gap(reader is older), f2l, fluff, angst, smut, 🗓️ rating: M 🗓️ wc: 3,629 🗓️ warnings: emotionally constipated pairing, reader is older, adult worries, growing older, dating younger, time passing and not hitting milestones everyone else is, jealousy, using sex to deflect, explicit sexual content: oral (m receiving), spitting, cum swallowing, multiple orgasms, light degradation (cum slut), praise, shaft riding, mutual orgasm    🗓️ an: part 2 is here! And yes, based on the title alone, I am sure you are able to figure out exactly what type of sex this story focuses on.  🗓️ summary: “Open up say ahhh, Come here, baby, let me swallow your pride…” Jungkook comes over for an impromptu movie night that triggers some internal angst. You share a little, and he shares a lot... and your angst turns a little green. To change the topic when it gets a little too deep, you deepthroat him.

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“I need butter for my popcorn!” Jungkook is his usual whiny self as he stands in the kitchen, taking up space in the most unhelpful way as you prepare snacks for a movie night he planned in his own head and decided to carry out in your living room.

“Go finish the blanket fort, or whatever you were building in the living room,” you order with a small shove to his back, “I will put ample butter on the popcorn—this is not my first Jungkook Movie Night rodeo.”

Jungkook turns to shoot a glare at you over his shoulder, but he shuffles out of the kitchen to the living room without additional fuss. You resume your task, opening another packet of popcorn to cook in the microwave, then search the fridge for a stick of salted butter. Once it sounds like most of the kernels have metamorphosed into fluffy crunch balls of love, you swap the packet for the bowl of butter and let it melt.

Over the hum of the microwave, you can hear Jungkook whistling the main track to the movie he picked, his body appearing in your line of sight every few seconds as he shifts around the room to finish his task.

The beeps signaling the melted butter is ready cause you to jump a little, with how engrossed you are in watching him move. As a male nurse, he’s quite fit. You’re well acquainted with how fit he is, and you can’t help but admire his body when he’s wearing a white, sleeveless, ribbed tank top and black Nike shorts. 

Wistfully, you look down at your own comfy outfit, sleep shorts and a shirt Jungkook left at your place eons ago, wishing you could look as hot as he does without effort. Switching focus, you turn your eyes to the microwave and top off the large bowl full of popped corn with waterfalls of butter for your savory snack. (Whether the savory snack is the popcorn or Jungkook, you’ll never tell!)

“Hurry up! I’m wasting away here!” he’s over-the-top dramatic right now, something you’ve experienced with him before. Whenever he’s lost a patient at work, he doesn’t like to talk about what happened and often can’t because of patient confidentiality, but he seeks out comfort in ways like this: creating a soft place to hideout, comfort foods and movies, and begging for all of your attention. You never ask him about it, and you’re sure it has to do with the last patient he saw before arriving late last night. You think the theatrics are his way of lightening his soul from the sadness, and you’re unable to resist.  

“Oh dear, what will Ggukkie do without this small snack?” you ask as you carry the large bowl into the dim room. 

“Fuck, yes!” He reaches for the bowl so you can settle onto the couch, ducking your head under the blanket he’s strategically strewn across the top of the couch with well-positioned pillows and dining room chairs.

Pressing play on your smart TV remote, you both settle in with a blanket over your laps as the opening scene reveals people trapped in traffic and then Jungkook’s melodious voice quietly sings along to ‘Another Day of Sun’.

Leaning your head onto his shoulder, you sink into the show tunes—made better by Jungkook’s voice—and let yourself become immersed in the characters’ problems, forgetting your own. 

“I hate this movie, Jungkook, and you always make us watch it,” you sniffle, rubbing at your eyes. “It’s just so real, you know?”

“Yeah, that’s one of the reasons I love it. I think it’s a true take on the real world—tragic—but realistic.”

You fiddle with the frayed edges of the throw blanket on your lap as Jungkook begins clearing the empty bowl and mostly empty glasses of apple juice from the coffee table.

“Sometimes I like to escape real life, though, you know? I—never mind. What’s next on the movie agenda?” you question, but Jungkook returns to plop down next to you, practically sitting on top of your lap, and won’t let you deflect.

“No, no, talk to me. What’s on your mind? You’ve been thinking a lot lately. Almost couldn’t sleep last night because of it.” 

“Hey, I was sleeping, but someone decided to tire us both out even more, if I remember correctly.”

“Apples and oranges, babe. I even made it to work for my meeting before shift started. So tell me what you were about to say, or I’ll tickle it out of you.”

He leans forward with his elbows on his knees, his face set in determined seriousness, and you know from your own experiences that once he starts tickling, he won’t stop until you’re screaming for sweet release from the painful pleasure that is his fingers dancing across the soles of your feet, your neck, or your tummy and ribs.

“Fine. I hate La La Land, because they went through all of that, supporting one another through pursuing their dreams, just for them to not end up together in the end? It’s not the escape from reality that I want in a movie.” You keep your eyes down on the blanket, top teeth worrying your bottom lip.

He says your name softly as he takes one of your fidgeting hands into his larger one. “I feel like there’s more to it. Talk to me, babe.” He stresses the second sentence, and you can tell his doe eyes are searching—no—yearning to make contact with yours.  

“I know you probably aren’t even like…thinking about this kind of shit yet, but Yoongi is getting married. This weekend. And of course, my mom has been hounding me now,” you raise your voice an octave higher to mimic your mom, “saying ‘When are you next? Your younger brother is getting married, and you can’t even give me grandchildren yet.’ I hate it.

“And this movie just makes me scared that I’ll end up in something like it, in a relationship that serves as nothing but a chapter in my life, instead of being the whole book. That I’ll waste time with someone who’s not going to be there a few weeks, months, or years from now.”

Jungkook settles back against the couch with a hum, strong arms folded across his chest. “That’s tough, babe. I can imagine this feeling has gotten worse now too, what with Yoongi’s wedding looming. You know what’s crazy—you’re not the first person to say something similar.”

“Really? Who else do you know has a younger sibling getting married and is feeling the pressure?”

“Actually, you remember SoHee?” Jungkook asks timidly. You do. SoHee is another nurse who used to work with Jungkook at the hospital, but Yoongi helped her get hired at the high school you work at as the school nurse. It’s summer break, so you haven’t seen her in weeks, but of course you remember her.

“Yeah, we work together, duh.”

Jungkook tries and fails to hide the smile building on his face, small dimples appearing to frame his chiseled jawline as he begins to talk about her. 

“Well, she’s picked up a few shifts here and there at the hospital, since it’s summer break and all, and we’ve been texting again. She’s actually a lot like you…But we were just talking the other night, and she was saying how she’s been worried about turning 30 next year, and not being married with kids yet.”

“Do I talk about this a lot?” you ponder. 

“I mean, not like a lot, but it seems to be a theme or something for all the ladies in my life who are a little older than me.”

“Ladies in your life?” You try to keep your tone level, but your face always gives you away. You can feel the way your energy shifts as you tilt your head and raise an eyebrow (or attempt to raise just one eyebrow) to look back at him. 

“Yeah, you, SoHee, some of the other nurses and doctors I talk to at work.” Jungkook spreads his legs wider, and his arms drape along the back of the couch as he settles deeper into the cushions. “SoHee just said she wasn’t interested in, like, playing games, or whatever. She’s said she’s done sleeping around and going out clubbing because she wants to develop something real. It’s something all of you say, all of the older women.”

You internally cringe at the way he refers to you as an ‘older woman’, and your chest tightens at being lumped together with others. You’re his best friend, hell, you take better care of his dick than you take care of your car—what with you topping off his fluids more than your Hyundai and all. To shake the uncomfortable feeling away and climb back out of the hole of deep feelings, you do what you do best. Turn it into something humorous, sexual, or both. In this instance, you go for both. 

“Why are we talking about deep feelings instead of deep throating?”

Jungkook’s boisterous laugh fills your living room, and fills the holes in your heart.

“I don’t know, but I think I’d like to talk more about deep throating.”

Sliding off the couch and positioning yourself between Jungkook’s spread knees, you place your palms on each of his thighs. He reflexively flexes his quads at the touch, and you see him visibly gulp in anticipation.

“Me too.” Though, you have no plans of talking—just doing; showing. You do love to perform for him.

Your hands slowly traverse to the waistband of his black shorts, the soft fabric allowing your fingers to slide up with ease, and the stretchy waistband allowing them to slide down around his muscular thighs without resistance. You release them to pool around his slippered feet, eyes only focusing on the way his proud appendage takes on a darkening, blush-colored hue as his hands grip the edge of his tight tank and pull it up to reveal his six-pack. You take note that he’s shaved his happy trail, leaving an unblemished view that directs you to his pride and joy.

Licking your lips, you shuffle closer and rise up higher on your knees so that you can greet his cock with your moistened mouth—tiny pecks that tease Jungkook so he’ll make your favorite sounds. Your eyes shift to his—brown and dilated in desire.

Gathering your spit, your hand holds his shaft still so that you can slowly drip the clear secretion to meet his tip, watching him watch you slather it from top to bottom as you begin to ready him for what’s to come. (Hint: it’s him). Dropping lower, you take the blushing head into your mouth, tongue swirling around as you get a good taste of the pearlescent pre-cum that accumulated from your strokes. Jungkook squirms minimally each time your tongue brushes the bottom of his cock, sensitive to your ministrations.

“Fucking tease, you know that?” he asks you, and you just smile—or smile as best you can with his cock in your mouth. 

Taking him deeper into your mouth, you break eye contact so that you can add some vigor to your movements, lips wrapping around your teeth to protect his shaft from any accidental nips. He reaches the back of your throat, leading you to gag, which was your goal. Your mouth fills with more spit, the fluid allowing faster movement as you ease back to the first half of his cock, your hand working from the base to meet your lips. 

It’s sloppy, and the sounds of your hydrous cock-sucking mix with curses and strangled iterations of your name. Jungkook’s hands move from clenching the fabric of the abandoned blanket and couch to your face—he loves to hold your cheeks and feel the way they hollow out as you blow him, his eyes never moving from the view. 

Your eyelashes, wet from choking on him, make you look so innocent when you peek up at him through them—but the way your pouty lips envelop him, bobble-heading in his lap, remind him that you are anything but. Your spit is everywhere. It dribbles down from the base of his shaft, runs in small rivers between your fingers, caresses his heavy sack that’s waiting to spill its load and cover your tongue. It even begins to slip towards his puckered hole, and thoughts spin in his head of the things he would ask you to do if—but you’re not.

“How?” he probes with a rasp, knowing you can’t answer. “How can you look like an angel, but—shit, babe—” He throws his head back into the couch unwillingly. “You fuck me and suck me like the devil.” 

Your following chuckle makes his hips thrust up, and you gag around him as the tip enters your throat. A hand slips into your hair, messy and falling around your face, but feeling your throat embrace his head in a warm and wet squeeze has him gripping your hair. It’s just the right amount of pain, he’s not pulling your hair up, just tugging some strands into his fist held close to your scalp. 

Your clit throbs between your thighs, aching and untouched, but this? Making a strong, virile man turn into figurative putty in your literal hands? Nothing makes you feel more confident, more beautiful, and empowered. And if there is, you haven’t experienced it yet.

“Fuck, baby—I—shit!” Jungkook doesn’t know whether you want him to pull out or not, his hands attempting to both pull you off and bring your nose closer to his pelvis, but you don’t stop. Sucking and allowing the spit to run as you speed up, both hands adding friction and pressure—one to the shaft and one to his balls—lewd sounds a cacophony as he feels that spot inside him tighten before he’s weeping rivers of cum into your waiting mouth.

You press your palms flat to the tops of his thighs, holding your balance as his body writhes on the couch. Your mouth keeps a tight grip on his cock as you glide up and down to milk him, breathing controlled as you inhale and exhale through your nose.

“Baby, you’re so fucking good at that…my own little cumslut, hungry for my cock,” Jungkook speaks once he’s able to form words, letting you know you could sit back on your heels. His praise touches you more than either of you know and are willing to share, your inner goddess preening under his heated gaze and soft caresses. “Show me.”

Opening your mouth, you allow him to see the aqueous ejaculate coating your tongue. His tattooed hand grips your chin as he peers inside. He radiates a post-orgasm haze, his smile loose and wide.

“Swallow.” You instantly snap your mouth shut and his hand moves to wrap his fingers around your throat so he can feel you physically swallow him down. You smile in response, and like the hazard to your health that he is, he connects his lips to yours, tongue forging ahead to taste the remnants of himself in your mouth. He groans, his hands tugging at your waist until you’re straddling him. 

“Use me however you need.” 

You know what he’s saying, knows he can’t do much with his cock after the Gawk Gawk 7000 you delivered, but he’s trusting you. His body is at your disposal for however you need to get off. It won’t take long; the throbbing between your legs is echoed with the rushing of blood in your veins, begging for you to find your release through pleasure.

Hands push Jungkook’s taught pectorals until he’s laying on the couch. Pulling your sleep shorts to the side, you steer your legs to straddle his waist so that you can slide your dripping pussy along his softening shaft. You take up a stirring motion, allowing a delicious friction to your clit on his spit-covered rod, you reach for Jungkook’s hands where they’re resting above him and bring them to your chest.

Whining, you realize it’s not enough, not what you actually want, but Jungkook knows you and knows your body even better. Your body talks to him about its wants and needs the way he wishes you would open up to him; the same way his cock is able to split you open like a blooming flower and penetrate to the deepest parts. He lowers his hands to the hem of his shirt (it looks better on you) and sneaks underneath. He holds your breasts, fingers tightening and releasing in time to your hips and you cry out, your own hands laying on top of his as if clutching him to your chest as you rock on his sensitive length with growing urgency. 

“C’mon baby, swallow your pride and let go. It’s okay if it’s fast, it’s hot,” Jungkook shares, “means I was able to take care of my baby the same way you took care of me.”

“Say it again?”

“What part?” he goads, once again loving that when he has you like this, so desperately wet and delirious off of his cum, you’re honest and open. 

“Your baby,” your tone reflects a neediness that has his cock hardening quickly in combination with your frantic ruts. His hands tighten on your boobs again briefly before he glides them to your back and pulls you down so your chest to chest. He knows exactly how to speak to you, how to lower his voice and soothe your ego into cumming for him, on him, so he can soothe his ego.

“Cum for me, wanna see my baby feel good.” His right hand curls a loose strand of hair around your left ear, an endearing touch to make you feel safe and loved and willing to allow your pussy to make a mess of him. “Fuck—baby, my baby, your pussy feels so good, gonna make me cum again? You want me to cum with you, princess?”

Hearing him call you princess—well, it does something to you. You let out a high, throaty whine, a keening call that sings to his soul. And when you call for him, say his name in that whine, syllables broken up in the same pattern of your hips oscillating—fuck. Jungkook hears the extra release of your orgasm, feels the way your unfilled hole clenches at the base of his cock, and he watches as your body freezes. 

You want him close, but he pushes your shoulder firmly, but gently, so he can see the way his rosy cock is cupped against his lower abdomen thanks to your pretty, puffy pussy.

“Look, princess, look what you do to me.”

You pry your eyes open with sheer will as the aftershocks continue to cause you to tremble from your throne atop him. Looking down where Jungkook holds your shirt taut so you can see his fat, peeking head between your thighs, you watch as cum dribbles out slowly from the slit, his perfect and glorious steel cock exuding the proof that he thinks you’re too blind to realize. 

In actuality, you’re so fucked out by him, that you don’t think it means anything more than what he says. You do this to him. You make him feel so euphoric that he’s unable to refrain from covering himself in lust and desire for you. There’s a part of you that wishes others could see this evidence of your fucking, proof that you make each other feel so good that your cum collectively coats his abs—a messy visual art piece worth framing…

Reaching for the coffee table, you grab Jungkook’s phone as it’s nearest to you, and swiping open the camera, you take several naughty photos of your position: close-ups of your pussy wrapped around his cock, a wider angle that captures the view of his abs and cum running into the dips between them—proof that you did that to him.

Jungkook lies under you, watching in awe as you document one of the best sessions he thinks you’ve had together, or ever, and surprise paints his features when you switch to video, recording without a second thought.

“Look what your baby did to you,” you giggle, fingers drawing dirty lines, “made you make a fucking mess.” You aim the camera so that it can take in the pornographic view and resulting mess. “Anything you’d like to say to defend yourself?” Jungkook just laughs as you aim the camera at his face—he knows this is something just for his eyes only, and yours if you want to watch it with him again, maybe while he fucks you from behind.

“Nothing to defend, princess. I told you to use me, and said if my baby cums like a good girl, I’ll cum again with you. Just following through with it.” Jungkook grabs the phone, turning the camera on you, and you try to shy away, but he doesn’t let you get far. Gripping the front of the shirt, he tugs you to his chest, both of you making sounds at the way your pussy rubs him, and then you’re both in the camera view, his hand in your hair as you rest right below his chin. 

“Best throat and pussy on the planet right here,” Jungkook tells his future self, memorializing today forever. 

“Yeah, gave him that gawk gawk—he has the prettiest cock…it deserved to cum twice.”

Jungkook can’t handle hearing you talk like that without wanting to bury himself deep inside you. Locking his phone, he tosses it onto the carpeted floor and pulls you closer, his lips fervently kissing you as he waits out the refractory period until he’s able to do just that.

stay tuned for “it’s the way that you can ride” coming 8-?-2023!

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[aurumacadicus]

Stony, vampire vs werewolf (monster mash 👀)

Or the classic vampire vs werewolf vs witch Steve/Bucky/Tony

Or! If you want a trope trope, one of the above pairings and candy corn and candy corn pumpkins and old fashioned candy (like those red strawberry candy)

I'm feeling my stony era.

--

Tony was still wearing his party outfit when he finally made it to their clearing in the forest, out of breath and faintly flushed. The light of the moon made his red eyes pop, and as Steve watched, Tony reached up to claw his bow tie undone, one of the buttons on his collar popping off and dropping into the grass.

Steve would find it later. He always got antsy when Tony dropped precious gems in his forest.

"Oh no," Tony gasped theatrically. "I think I'm lost."

"You know this forest better than I do," Steve growled, prowling out of the shadows on silent paws.

Tony's lips immediately jutted out into a pout. "You're no fun, you know that? If we get caught, I have to pretend I was fighting for my life."

"We wouldn't get caught if you just let me take you to my den," Steve grumbled, standing to his full height so he towered over Tony. He knew Tony liked that, and it would make his lie of fighting for his life more believable, Steve's massive paws circling his trim waist.

"If I let you take me to your den, you'd keep me for days," Tony scoffed, placing his hands on Steve's furry biceps as he turned in his grip. He went up on his toes to press a kiss to Steve's damp nose, then rocked back on his heels, pressing more of his weight into Steve's palms. "Well, tall, dark, and fuzzy, what are you going to do to your little morsel?"

Steve couldn't help but lick his chops, thumb trailing over the embroidered edge of his lapel. "My little morsel," he repeated, and he liked the sound of it. He grinned, wide, showing off his mouthful of sharp teeth. "Well, morsels should be indulgent. I want a taste."

Tony finally reached up, clasping his hands behind Steve's neck. "Just a taste?" he asked, tipping his head back, showing off his vulnerable neck and belly.

"I'm going to devour you," Steve decided and lunged forward, pressing Tony down onto the ground under him. "To the point you feel like you fought for your life."

"Oh no, help, somebody rescue me," Tony said flatly, then giggled and drew Steve down for a sloppy kiss.

#aurumacadicus answers #sexy hallowmeme #stony

[msookyspooky]

NSFW Poly!Ghostface Things I've thought of but I'm too busy to write (Someone write these)

TW: Sommnophillia, dubcon themes, bdsm, blood, knifeplay • AFAB and Gender Neutral Reader Ideas

- Stu tying you up and dragging his knife over your body. Cutting your clothes off of you and nicking the skin every so often

- Billy choking you while fucking

- Gagging Stu with your used panties/underwear when he won't shut up...If that doesn't work, sitting on his face does the trick.

- Billy yanking you by the hair and fucking you doggy style infront of a mirror; demanding you look at how desperate of a whore you are

- Stu pulling a full nelson on you with his arms locked together behind your neck and pounding up into you like a wild animal. Every vein and muscle in his arm popping with his teeth clenched as he's fucking you senseless for god knows how long.Incoherent insults being thrown your way by him.

- Billy and Stu each sucking on your tits while laying in bed. Dragging loving, gentle touches along you body for hours until you're begging them

- Stu licking and sucking you while you watch a horror movie and Billy gives you trivia. Get it wrong; Stu stops for awhile. Get it right, he keeps going.

- Stu reaching around and jerking Billy off while he makes you watch but both refuse to touch you.

- Both of them dressed as Ghostface chasing you down in the woods near Stu's house before catching you and fucking you in the dirtiest most degrading way

- Bouncing on both their laps fully clothed just to see who lasts longer before caving or cumming; Billy or Stu...Or You.

- Billy calling you cute with that evil smirk when your getting frustrated at him for teasing you

- Stu unable to keep his hands off you after showing off a revealing outfit at a retail store before he ends up fucking you agaist the changing room stalls wall. He definitely buys you the outfit to wear it home too

- All 3 of you having sex while a horror movie plays especially if there's sex scenes

- Both of them going feral when you show yourself naked with fake corn syrup blood drenched on your body

- Billy forcing you to go slow. His hands digging into your hips to stop them from going so fast when you're on top. He wants to savior every inch of you.

- Stu's long ass dick starting out by slowing sliding all the way in then all the way out just because he likes to see you squirm under him. Forcing you to feel every inch as it fills you up

- Pissing Stu off just so he'll fuck you hard and pissing Billy off just so he'll be mean to you

- Stu fingering you while having you call Billy just to gloat about what he's missing out on

- Sandwiched between them after a hard day and not having to do a single thing as they both rock inside you

- Taking a nap during the summer with barely anything on just to wake up to Stu's face between your legs and you on the verge of cumming

- Billy purposely grinding against you while spooning on the couch.

- Rare occasion of getting Billy into subspace and gentledomming him. Telling him in a coddling voice how good he is for Mommy/Daddy as he whimpers and rutts against you.

- Stu in subspace desperate to please you. Dog collar around his neck while on all fours begging to make you feel good. Practical tears in his eyes after hours of teasing and he's so desperate to be inside you

- Stu acting nonchalant while wearing grey sweatpants. Using his pelvic muscle to make his cock jump while your watching just so he can tease you about what a perv you are for looking

- Billy commenting on things you're into in a vague way in public just to get you flustered

- Them coming home horny and pumped with adrenaline after a kill. Blood on them, outfits still on while one fucks you and you give the other a blowjob

- Buying a new vibrator and them being jealous of it (They're man babies) before you use it on them and they love it.

- Tying Billy up and giving him endless orgasms. Him whimpering and making noises you never heard from him before with sweat and tears on his face and in a daze with how tired he is but desperate for more (Run as soon as you untie him bc you're definitely next as soon as he recovers)

- Pissed off at Stu, offering to tie him up to be kinky just to be clenching around him when he's in you. Even when he cums quickly; you're staying on and fluttering around his cock. Refusing to stop clenching and unclenching your kegal muscles even after he cums and he's desperately bucking and begging you.

- Stu taking candid pictures and videos of you he jerks off to

- Billy having phone sex with you using the Ghostface voice changer

- Being a Ghostface as well while being a brat taking all their kills. Guess who has to have an orgasm for every victim they took from the guys that night?

- Stu and Billy carving their initials in your inner thigh before worshipping you all night long for letting them do it

- They definitely have grazed between your legs with their knives. Not enough to cut but just to excite you and get off on the power they have over you. That if they wanted to, they could.

- Stu wants to fuck you while you wear his sweaters

- Billy gets worked up by smelling your perfume/cologne. Grinding into a pillow in private while smelling your clothes and moaning your name

#scream #stu macher #billy loomis #im on my period forgive me 😔😔😔

[yril-writes]

— BEAUTIFUL

synopsis ; never been treated like this before, but your two boyfriends shower you with love and affection in their own ways.

type ; drabble

includes ; geto and gojo

pairings ; characters x fl! reader

genre ; a hint of spice and a daily dose of corn

Who would've thought you'd be invited to your class reunion this time, it was always that they would celebrate it without you most of the time and even hang out with you. This made you feel unwanted and out of place despite being one of the popular kids in school back then, and here they are again crawling back to you and sending an email for an invitation.

Though they didn't put anything about bringing someone, so grabbing your phone across the bed and dialing up Gojo to invite him to be one of your plus to the reunion.

"Sure, anything for you." His voice sounded a little bit hoarse, it's no surprise for you though since it is early in the morning for you to be calling him, but that sultry voice of him really hits you big time.

"Oh, and don't forget to tell Suguru. Okay, Satoru?"

"I thought for a second we would only be having a date, turns out that HE is going to be with us..." Listening through the phone you immediately visualize Gojo all pouty and acting like a spoiled child.

After a minute call, you turned off the phone and placed it near the table next to the bed. Finally getting off the bed, a little stretching wouldn't hurt to do so. Twittering birds out the window were heard and the rays of sunshine are now letting themselves in through the windows.

(This day, it feels like it's going to be a good one!)

The morning routine didn't seem to change or had something new to it, it was just normal. The boring old normal routine. But still, today felt different maybe because you had something finally worth going to this time. A morning jog, and a healthy breakfast these were the things you most do and important for you to start this day.

"So glad that I still have leftover rice last night! I'd die without rice..."

Across the table, your phone began to vibrate and played the calling ringtone. Glancing at the phone, Geto's named popped out. Knowing that, you grabbed your phone and answered the call.

"Hey, babe. Satoru told me about the reunion thingy. I have your dress sent to you there."

"Dress?"

"Well, this dress was truly picked by me. And a mini purse too that Satoru chose. We hope that you'll wear it for tonight."

"But both of you just bought me a dress and a purse last week..."

"Let us spoil you a little, babe. We'll pick you up at 7. The dress would arrive in an hour. See you later."

Blinking a few times, it took a while for you to process what just happened in that short call only that you have been sweet talked again by Suguru. Gifts have been one of their love languages, and though it is a good thing to receive gifts all the time? Not so much. But both of them insist it still bothers you how they give so much for you.

(They always do this, but still. I feel happy to have them not just because of those gifts because I feel loved by them...)

From a good start of the morning turned into an afternoon then led to night. Time felt overly fast for you, even the dress arrived the moment Suguru turned off the call. Putting the dress on was a challenge, it had these sparkly jet black gems that made it a little bit heavy and hard to wear but it still was a fit, as if they knew every corner of your body.

They only said that, only a dress and a mini bag would be delivered but they excluded the black high laced heels in the picture. Putting everything into place, walking towards the mirror revealed a woman you never seen before, you felt as if you were looking at a stranger.

The jet black gem dress was fit, your body shape was on the spot and it has a slit leading up to your left hip, this revealing your thigh and even leg. Down to that are the black high laced heels which are on point and a match to your outfit and to finish it off your gold laced mini bag.

(They really know who to dress me up, I feel like their barbie now at this point. Now time for the make up! Let's go simple yet a giving aura.)

Highly maintained make up on your face was not your ideal, you always thought that removing that much make up on your face is a hassle and that you'd prefer to look fresh and clean. Putting on a red rose colored lip gloss, made your lips shiny and fresh together with the simple eyeshadows and mascara plus those eyebrows made you look like a fierce independent business woman.

(I think this is a little too much!)

Before you even decide to remove some of the make up, you heard the doorbell rang. Glancing at the clock hanging on the wall it was already time to be picked up by Gojo and Geto.

(IT'S ALREADY TIME?!)

Panicking you hear your ringtone, it was them calling. Picking it up you hear them both telling you to come down. There wasn't even an impatient tone to their voice rather than that their tone was excited as if they were actually looking forward to seeing you in the outfit that they picked.

"Babe, come one open the door."

"Anytime now, we want to see you walking out of this door."

"Wait just a second, I'm on it!"

Rushing down the stairs made you skip a beat because you nearly fell due to these high heels but luckily you held on to the beam of the stairs. Making your way towards the door, revealed two men waiting in suits.

"Hey! Sorry it took longer to get down, I was just preparing..."

Both of them were in awe at the sight they were looking at right now, no words even tried to form into their mouths, no thoughts to be formed as well. Only that you look stunning enough to stun them for a minute.

"Holy, you look too hot and sexy. I might rail you in a public area tonight."

"I'd make love to you until the sunrises tomorrow."

"Are you both done?! You could've stopped with the hot and sexy, thank you very much!"

a/n ; originally this should be more like a smut but then Tumblr bugged out and didn't save my hard ass work of words. Still coping lol, might start commissioning soon!

taglist ; @sammushy

masterlist

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk imagines #jjk drabbles #drabble #fiction #imagines #my writing #writers on tumblr #writing #writing prompt #yril

[cryptid-pet]

DL character headcanons that popped up in my head during my free time 👻(Halloween Edition)🎃

The triplets as kids carved pumpkins and Laito LOVED IT

Laito now, at his age, HATES pumpkin carving because of gutting the insides and how it feels disgusting

Shu doesn’t mind watching horror movies as long as there is at least one sex scene

Kanato likes dressing Teddy up in different costumes for Halloween (like as a bee or some animal)

Ayato and Laito have stolen candy from stores for themselves

Subaru likes Halloween because it’s his own excuse to paint his nails black WITHOUT Ayato calling him a queer

Yui loves dressing to school in fall//Halloween related outfits

For someone who likes sweets, Kanato HATES candy corn with a passion

Kou likes to paint his nails for a Halloween theme and often will encourage Azusa to let him do the same so they could match

Kou likes to scare the SHIT out of Yuma because he is afraid of ghost

Kino, Ayato, Subaru, and Shin like to play horror games together online in a call and you always will Ayato screaming on his end

Azusa likes watching horror movies but ends up staying up the whole night in sly fear sometimes

Ruki has ran into a black cat before and it ended up showing up all over the mansion up until Halloween

Kanato BEGS Reiji to make treats in an autumn theme

Yui at her age still likes to dress up for Halloween even if she is home alone

Shin has TP the Sakamaki Mansion before on Halloween just for kicks

The Sakamakis, Mukamis, and Tsukinamis all have to go to Eden for a ball in relation of Halloween (Masquerade Party almost)

Carla has no idea what Halloween was until Shin startled him and yelled “TRICK OR TREAT, NII-SAN?” And Carla nearly kills him

Kou has a fall concert and he mostly sings songs for the Halloween//Spooky aesthetic of October

Since Azusa’s birthday is close to Halloween, he gets a lot of candy from Kou for his birthday as a sweet little present

All the familiars from the three families get the month off

Shu has a playlist labeled “Soft Fall Songs To Block Laito’s Moaning Out” that he plays throughout October (He Even has Thriller by Michael Jackson in there)

Kanato LOVES the movie, The Nightmare Before Christmas and ALL the Chucky movies too

Kino likes eating cake pops that have little bat designs on them and the cake itself is a pumpkin spice flavor

Subaru takes Halloween as a holiday and there fore refuses to show up to school with Shu and Ayato

This was all I could think of!!!

#diabolik lovers #ayato sakamaki #kanato sakamaki #laito sakamaki #shu sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #subaru sakamakai #kino sakamaki #ruki mukami #kou mukami #yuma mukami #azusa mukami #shin tsukinami #carla tsukinami #yui komori #diahell #diabolik lovers headcanon #nixxio text #nixxio headcanons #dialovers headcanons #dialovers

[roosterscockpit]

Friendsgiving | H.C |

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Today’s double-post is an H.C 🫶🏼

Yet another H.C for you, Bradley, Leia, your friends, and the Dagger squad ❤️

Happy reading and enjoy! 💕 I love you all! 🫶🏼

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Bradley volunteered to host Friendsgiving at his house

Invited the whole dagger squad and your friends.

Bradley and you decorated his house with fall-colored leaves, warm-colored balloons, and small pumpkins.

Dinner was going to be held in his backyard. He set up tables and draped them with cream-colored tables clothes. He added rustic orange runners to the center of the tables. 

You made centerpieces to apace out between the tables. The centerpieces consisted of mason jars filled with mini fairy lights, some twigs, and fake flowers. The flowers were an assortment of rustic orange, red, burgundy, cream, and yellow flowers. 

Bradley laid out candles all along the center of the tables. Along with some extra little pumpkins you had left over. 

Bradley laid out burnt orange circle placemats for everyone. On top of that was a nice big white dinner plate, burnt orange lap napkins folded with the gold cutlery neatly tucked inside of them, a mason jar for drinks, and little place cards that read everyone's names. 

You and Bradley decorated Bradley’s backyard bar. You draped a “Friendsgiving” sign across the front of it. Bradley placed a variety of drinks everyone could help themselves to on the top of the bar. He decorated it with fake candles, flowers, and pumpkins.

Bradley set up chairs all around the table. At the head of the table, he set up the Rooster seat. You looked at it funny. “Who is being punished, Bradley?” You pointed to the seat. “This chair is for Daddy Rooster.” He slapped his hands down on the back which was in the shape of the Rooster. “Best seat in the house. Daddy gets the best seat.” He laughed.

You and Bradley stringed fairy lights all around the backyard for the aesthetic. 

You set up an activity table. It consisted of disposable cameras so everyone can take pictures for you to develop later and place in a crab book. You also added a polaroid camera for quickly developing pictures. You added a bunch of wishbones on the activity table for everyone to pull with one another.

You and Bradley made a backdrop that was fall themed for pictures. You added a crate full of little nicknacks and hats to add some fun to the photos.

After decorating, You and Bradley worked hard in the kitchen. Bradley made the turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy, salad, corn, and ham. You worked on the desserts. You made pumpkin, pecan, apple pie, cake pops that looked like turkeys, and cranberry crumble bars.

The three of you wore color-coordinating outfits. You and Bradley dressed Leia in a cream colored turtle neck long sleeve with a brown corduroy overall dress, and some black calf high Dr. Martens boots. You wore a cream strappy jumpsuit with a long brown cardigan and some platformed Dr. Martens. Bradley wore brown ankle-high dress pants, with a cream button-up short sleeve that was tight in all the right areas, and some 1461 Dr. Martens. 

You added a couple of gold rings to your fingers for the outfit and a dainty heart necklace that had the letter B on it. 

Bradley wore his gold rope chain and gold watch.

The dagger squad showed up all together. Your friends showed up altogether as well.

Bri and Billy brought a Mac and cheese casserole, Austin brought stuffing, Phoenix brought green bean casserole, Bob brought some deviled eggs, Coyote brought a sweet potato pie, Payback brought his famous cranberry sauce, Hangman brought his homemade artichoke dip and some chips, and Fanboy brought his appetite. 

Everyone set their dishes down on the dinner table and their desserts on the dessert table. 

Everyone mingled and had some wine while waiting for the rest of the dinner to come out of the oven. Everyone utilized the backdrop, polaroid, and disposable cameras as they waited. 

When all the food Bradley had made was ready, all the guys helped him bring it out and set it on the table.

Everyone saw the Rooster seat. “I knew it would grow on him.” Fanboy shook his head and laughed at the chair.

Bradley pulled yours and Leia’s chair out for you to sit. He pushed you both in and set your napkins in your laps before he kissed your heads and took a seat ahead of the table. You sat to the left of Bradley. Leia to the right. Next to you were Bri, Billy, Bob, and Payback. Next to Leia, Austin, Phoenix, Fanboy, and Coyote. At the other head of the table sat Hangman. 

You all joined hands and Bradley said a little thanks before dinner. 

“Thank you everyone for coming and joining together to have dinner together for an early Thanksgiving. I am truly thankful to have each and every one of you in my life. I am especially thankful for my girls. Without them, life wouldn’t feel as extraordinary. I’m grateful we are all happy and healthy. I hope everyone brought their appetites! Let’s have a great night!”

Everyone went around the table saying what they were thankful for. Bri was grateful for her love Billy, Billy was grateful for Bri, Bob was grateful for choosing to be in the navy to meet all of you, Payback was grateful to be a part of yours and Bradley’s life, Hangman was grateful to be Bradley’s right-hand man, Austin was grateful for the little lady he was sitting next to… or both, Phoenix was grateful for you finally loving Bradley, Coyote was grateful to be surrounded by his second family since he was away from his, and Fanboy was grateful that Bradley was using his chair and for the food.

Bradley raised his glass and you all followed. All together you cheered, “To family, health, and love.” 

You all stuffed yourselves into a food coma, But still had enough room for all the desserts.

Everyone helped themselves to the bar. Fanboy and Bob were white girl wasted. One of the disposable cameras was filled with photos of those two having the times of their lives.

Leia took pictures with everyone at the backdrop. Her favorite picture was of her and Hangman. He had a headband with a turkey on it and was holding Leia in a princess carry. He had Leia dipped down slightly, her feet higher than her head. Leia wrapped one arm around Hangman’s neck and the rest of her limbs spread out. She wore a flower crown croakily on her head. Hangman made a screaming face with his eyes wide and mouth wide open. Leia was smiling big and laughing.

Everyone made their way inside for games. The first game was Pie Face. Everyone took turns and whoever got whip cream to the face had to take a shot. Bob kept wanting to take over when anyone started to get close to getting the whipped cream to the face. He just wanted everyone's shots. 

“The innocent one doesn’t look like a drinker,” Bri whispered to you. You smiled, “Just with family.” 

Leia fell asleep on the couch. Bradley brought her up to his room so she could be away from the noise.

The next game was charades. Phoenix had to act out licking ice cream. She made the motion and movements. She looked around as everyone held their tongue. She threw her hands up and were pointing at people. 

Hangman covered his mouth and shook his head. “Sorry, Nix. No.” Payback laughed, “I think I might know, but I’d rather not say.” She pointed at drunken Bob, “You look like you’re-” You covered his mouth. Fanboy started to laugh loudly, “I was thinking the same thing Bob!” You covered his mouth too. She pointed at Austin, he was clearly buzzed. He looked around and bit his lip. “You look like my next girlfriend?” Bradley slapped him playfully on the chest and they laughed together. Phoenix blushed.

“SHE’S EATING ICE CREAM FOR GOD'S SAKE. SICK-Os!” Bradley huffed out obnoxiously laughing. 

After the games, Phoenix took care of Bob and Fanboy. Everyone else helped clean up the house and backyard. 

By the end of the night, Bri and Billy brought home drunk Austin.

Hangman, Coyote, and Payback left back to the barracks together.

You and Bradley offered Phoenix to stay at the house with Bob and Fanboy.

Bradley carried drunk Bob over his shoulder up the stairs to the spare bedroom. He then came and carried passed-out Fanboy to the same room. Bradley slept in the spare room in a sleeping bag with his boys.

You, Phoenix, and Leia stayed in Bradley’s room. 

“Best Friendsgiving ever, Y/n. Thank you for having us.” 

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I hope you all enjoyed it! I love you all so much! Happy Holidays! Be safe, always! *smooches smooches* 

My cute tags are in the comments! ❤️ 

#miles teller #Bradley bradshaw #rooster #rooster bradsahw #Bradley rooster bradshaw #Happy fall! #Happy thanksgiving #happy holidays! #dagger squad #top gun maverick #top gun #tgm cast #his little girl Bradley Bradshaw x reader #hangman #coyote #phoenix #bob #payback #fanboy #I love u #rooster seat

[seriouslagamorph]

i have some headcanons i would like to share. if anyone wants to read them.

i might add more as i come up w them

1. ragatha's handwriting is swirly but kinger is the only one who can write in medieval times cursive.

2. kinger has a bible-sized book of fun facts about insects that he wrote himself and this is the damn font.

3. you know the different color choices that coraline's other mother offered? yeah, ragatha can change her button eye to match her outfits, but removing and adding in a new button eye takes a while, so she doesnt get to do that often.

4. ragatha has stitches all over her from previous quests going wrong and not wanting it to be an inconvenience to anyone else.

she also has that brick shithouse physique. the only reason she hasn't whooped jax's ass yet is becuz as capable as she is of twisting the lagamorph into a pretzel, she is far too kind. For now.

5. zooble's favorite body part is their claw. becuz it looks cool.

6. if jax ever fell for someone else, he would not be good at hiding it. behind closed doors he's going apeshit becuz of it. he is almost as scared of vulnerability as he is of corn. he also hates crying, and that's part of the reason.

7. gangle is really good at drawing. her artstyle is heavily inspired off of anime and her strongest suit is expressions.

8. gangle can also write. she specializes in feelings. she prefers to write about romance, but she's better with ones such as anger and sadness. she only writes about those when venting.

8. pomni is the only one who can (somewhat) tolerate jax. she tries to understand why he does it, but it's kinda hard to when he's such an ass.

9. pomni and gangle are transfem. jax is transmasc. zooble is agender and ragatha uses she/they

10. zooble is not a morning person.

11. zooble reacted the worst to being stuck in the circus. despite that, they managed to get used to it quicker than everyone else.

12. zooble tolerates pomni more than everyone else. they almost pity her-she's already shaking as much as kinger and she just got here. they secretly enjoy her company, but they won't admit it. Not intentionally anyway.

13. ragatha is also scared of chihuahuas.

14. caine can hear the voices from the cellar. every single one of them. those voices are all thats left of those abstracted circus members. he is constantly trying to talk over them, that's why he's so loud. that's why there's always circus music.

15. bubble pops randomly at times for no reason, even when caine has nothing to do w it. he also pops when he floats too close to the sun.

16. and he multiples when he goes through a bubble wand. he did it on purpose a few times.

17. pomni has a very low spice tolerance. so does jax but he doesn't act like it.

18. gangle has the highest spice tolerance.

19. ragatha offers to fix gangle's comedy mask often.

20. jax got his name as a result of trying to say "jackass" except the censor removed the a.

#the amazing digital circus ragatha #tadc #the amazing digital circus pomni #the amazing digital circus #the amazing digital circus jax #the amazing digital circus kinger #the amazing digital circus gangle #the amazing digital circus bubble #the amazing digital circus zooble #zooble tadc #jax tadc #gangle tadc #tadc kinger #ragatha tadc #pomni tadc #tadc caine #tadc bubble

[unholywench]

Halloween With Sevika

(I am fully aware that it's August, it's Halloween to me already)

-Sevika probably didn’t have the chance to properly appreciate most holidays growing up (if given the chance to at all) so when you came barreling into your shared apartment with fake cobwebs and enough candy to kill a small child she wasn’t exactly enthused. You listed off all that you could think of when it came to getting in the spirit of the season, special themed treats, fun outfits, eating from a gigantic bag of candy while you marathoned classic horror films, etc. 

Most of her attention was focused on the compartments in her arm, the periodic whirring and clicking barely managing to drown out your incessant rambling on how much fun this time of the year could be, it wasn’t until she was twirling the tool between her fingers in an attempt to make herself look busy that you picked up on the fact she wasn’t listening.

“Could we at least try a few things? If you don’t like any of it I’ll drop it but give it a chance?” You took her hand to emphasize your point, climbing into her lap and giving her the best pouty face you could manage. “For me?” 

At first you thought the long and exaggerated groan meant that it was gonna be a stern "No." but your hope returned as she set her tools off to the side. “Fine.” She didn’t have the opportunity to regret her decision as you smothered her with your appreciation, you were certain you could come up with at least one thing she’d enjoy.

-Decorating with Sevika in any capacity would prove to be a very difficult task but with fake blood, organs, and spiders? It would be a whole other level of complicated. She would put that shit in the most annoying areas possible. There would be fake brains in the fridge, random semi-realistic spiders planted under folded clothes and in the laundry basket, probably even in the toilet if she’s willing to accept sleeping on the couch for a night or two. You’d make an effort to show her all the cute little bats and ghosts you bought to put up together and she’d be casually drawing dicks on the wall with the fake blood. Forget trying to remind her she’ll be the one cleaning it up too because you’d already be covered in bloody hand prints.

-The only enjoyment she would get out of pumpkin carving is knowing that it involves a knife, at least until the idea to chuck pumpkin guts at you pops into her head. You would be so in the zone trying to perfect your design you wouldn’t realize she was up to anything until she asked to show you her carving and all of a sudden there’s orange goop on your tank top. It would essentially end up being the grossest version of a snowball fight imaginable and Sev would definitely shove some down your shirt at some point. Don’t worry though she gets a handful down her shorts so it’s even. You’d spend the rest of the evening mildly annoyed as you clean each other up. 

“I could’ve baked those seeds if you hadn’t decided to be an ass.” You were still frantically trying to get the guts out her hair, it was truly shocking that you were still finding remnants after what had felt like hours of scrubbing and plucking. 

Sevika was still pretty sour about your attempt at playing dirty, in the eyes was fair game but below the belt was just too far. “You didn’t have to pick pumpkin out of your pubes, you don’t get sympathy.”  (I’d say I’m sorry but truthfully I'm not)

“Oh my god, Sev, there was barely anything there-”

-Horror movies would be more like watching comedies than anything else, she’d be calling out the inaccuracies of injuries and making bets with you over candy corn for who she thinks will die first. If you’re easily spooked she’ll lay it on extra thick with the mockery in an attempt to make you feel less on edge while you’re curled into her side. If that doesn’t work she’ll do her best to keep you distracted and hope that you don’t mind periodic screams of bloody murder while she’s on top of you. It would take a decent amount of convincing to get her to watch anything along the lines of Hocus Pocus or Scooby Doo but seeing how content and cozy you look as you munch on your candy and attempt to play off your sleepiness makes her wanna hold you closer.

(Also she would leave them playing when you doze off because she secretly enjoys them-)

-She would definitely have an elaborate prank planned on the night before Halloween and you’d be none the wiser, if anything you’d double check the bathroom for fake insects. She wanted to genuinely scare the daylights out of you and get away with it because it was in the spirit of the season and she knew you wouldn’t tell her off for that reason alone. You both did at least fifteen laps around the apartment before you realized it was her, cornered and pinned to the wall with her signature blade inches away from your face. She was fully convinced that her prank had been a triumphant success until she saw that familiar look in your eye, your breath heavy as you panted beneath her and she erupted into a fit of chuckles.

You averted your gaze as you felt heat bloom all the way to the tips of your ears, it wasn’t entirely your fault, Sevika had a tendency to bring out new sides of you. She already knew you found her attractive when she was angry, this was only minimally different.

The blade was retracted and replaced with her metal hand beside your face, she hadn’t even considered the fact that you’d react in that particular way. She was still very pleased with the results regardless. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me-”

“You look hot when you’re murderous, you can’t blame me…”

-Getting her into a costume could go one of two ways. It’s a costume not too far out of her style or something she deems as cool enough to wear and she won’t mind putting it on at all or you’d have to get creative for her to even consider getting into one with a tail and ears. Halloween night you let her dress up as whatever she likes but when you have the opportunity to go costume shopping beforehand you’re grabbing nearly everything in sight. You shuffle through a few of the sillier ones you grabbed in the beginning to make her laugh, she had an absolute hay day watching you try to walk around in the inflatable dinosaur. You were convinced she tripped you on purpose just to get more enjoyment out of watching you struggle. When the attempts at using the claim as leverage didn’t work you brought out the more scandalous outfits. The costume ended up destroyed and you were incredibly sore but the icing on the cake was that you got to have Dino Sevika saved in your camera roll for all of eternity. 

#sevika imagine #sevika x reader #sevika x y/n

[amorest-viesse]

[Indulge This Night of Dreams With Me] - Rustica SSR Card Story Translation

Ft. Akira with brief Chloe appearance and Western Wizard mention

The Flowering Wonderland With You ~An Invitation for Rustica~ - Chapter 1

[Manor Main Entrance]

Akira: Rustica and Chloe. Welcome back.

Rustica: Hello, Master Sage.

Chloe: We’re hoome! Whew, that was fun!

Akira: Whoa, that’s a lot of stuff! Did you guys just come back from the West?

Rustica: Yes, we were catching a play in the City of Affluence.

Rustica: Then, on our way home, we came across a delightful little sweets shop and picked up a few things… Ah, where did they go?

Casting his spell, the pile of boxes began to unpack itself, teacups and buttons scattering through the air.

Akira: Ahaha, you really went all out on your shopping spree.

Chloe: There’s just so much to see that we always end up buying too much, but just look at these gloves I got for Rustica!

Rustica: Right you are, Chloe. All the designs were so lovely, oh if only I had ten hands to wear them all…

Sensing that the conversation was about to derail, I quickly interjected with what I’d actually come to say.

Akira: Um, before we get to that, there’s something I wanted to ask Rustica…

Rustica: Me?

Akira: Yes, I’d like to invite you to the Flowering Wonderland.

Chloe: Oh that’s right! It’s Rustica’s birthday soon!

Rustica: Ah yes, I’ve heard about this from Shylock and Murr. It’s like a pocket-sized playground, is it not?

Akira: That’s right. It really is an incredible place, so I’d love to take you there for your birthday!

Rustica: Why, it’d be my pleasure to come along. I’m already looking forward to it.

The Flowering Wonderland With You ~An Invitation for Rustica~ - Chapter 2

[Rustica’s Room]

When the appointed day arrived, I made my way to Rustica’s room. A gentle fragrance was lingering in the air when I arrived.

Akira: What a lovely smell… Are you drinking tea right now?

Rustica: Why yes, it’s a blend we picked up the other day. I thought I’d drink some to relax before you came by.

Rustica: I was simply beside myself with excitement for today’s adventure after all.

Akira: I’m really happy to hear that. I’ve been looking forward to today too.

Akira: By the way, are you alright with leaving this late at night? It’s around bedtime, isn't it?

Rustica: That’s perfectly fine by me. It’s a privilege to be able to stay up late, and the atmosphere of the night makes everything feel like a pleasant dream.

Akira: I suppose you have a point. In that case, let’s head off!

I handed Rustica the invitation—a card shaped like the door to a park—which he placed upon the table.

Rustica: The flowers on here are just lovely. Did you decorate this yourself?

Akira: Yes, I thought I’d personalize just for you.

Akira: Now, all you have to do is write your name on the invitation and cast your spell. After that, a door will open and take us to the park.

Rustica: Oh, what a fun little trick. …<<Amorest Viesse>>

As the card began to glow, a door manifested before us, slowly creaking open and filling the room with mist.

♡♥♡

[Flowering Wonderland]

When the fog cleared, the scenery before us had completely changed. We were surrounded by all sorts of magical rides and attractions—a setting straight out of a fairy tale.

Rustica: Oh how wonderful! The rainbow-colored clouds, the benches dressed in flower petals… Just the sight of it makes my heart soar.

Rustica: Oh? When did I change clothes? I must’ve been so caught up in my surroundings that I completely forgot.

Akira: Every guest who comes here gets their outfit changed by the park itself. I think it suits you perfectly.

Rustica: Why thank you. Not only do I get to spend the night with you, I’ll look my very best doing it as well. How wonderful!

Akira: Don’t forget that I’m the one who’s treating you tonight! Why don’t we take a walk around the area?

Rustica: I’d be delighted to.

As we explored the park, we came across a band of tin dolls popping rainbow-colored corn and playing toy instruments on a wagon by the roadside.

With a look of wonder on his face, Rustica seemed enchanted by it all.

Rustica: Haha, how cute. It feels as if I’m strolling through the loveliest dream.

Rustica: Ah… Look there, Master Sage. The horses are dancing to the music.

Akira: Do you want to ride them with me? The other wizards liked these flying horses too.

Suddenly, two of them descended to the ground, allowing us to climb on their backs. After we got on, they whirled back into the air.

Akira: How are you doing?

Rustica: I’m having a wonderful time. It’s quite fun to soar through the skies on something other than a broom for a change.

Rustica: …Oh? It seems like there’s something coming towards us.

The Flowering Wonderland With You ~An Invitation for Rustica~ - Chapter 3

Looking upwards, I could see a large gondola making its way through the sky. The oars on both sides were moving on their own, rowing through the air like water.

Akira: How pretty… It sparkles like jewel stones.

Rustica: Its passengers appear to be enjoying their dazzling trip through the skies as well.

Following Rustica’s line of sight, I saw a group of brightly colored birds perched on the edge of the boat. Just like the gondola, their beaks and feathers glittered and gleamed.

Rustica: Hello, my darlings.

Akira: Ahaha, how cute. They’re landing on your arm.

The little birds began to tug on Rustica playfully, nipping the fabric of his coat with their beaks.

Then, they began to flap their wings, gently lifting him into the air as if they were carrying him away.

Rustica: Oh my.

Akira: R- Rustica!

He leaned towards me and I instinctively reached out my hand to grab him.

Grasping it, he came close and whispered in a soft voice, almost like he was comforting me.

Rustica: There’s absolutely nothing to worry about. I don’t intend on parting from you tonight.

Still holding his hand, I began to gently float into the sky as well.

Like an invitation to ride, the birds slowly lowered us into the gondola.

Akira: That scared me for a second… I really thought they were about to take you away.

Rustica: I suppose the birds simply wanted to show me something special.

As the gondola glided through the air, the two of us gazed down at sparkling scenery that drifted by. It was a beautiful sight.

Akira: (It feels like looking down from a ferris wheel. What an incredible view…)

Rustica: This is a truly marvelous place—perfect for spending time with the people you love.

Rustica was looking downwards, fixed upon the scenery that spread out below us. However, I felt like there was a tinge of sadness in his eyes. Was it a trick of the light?

Akira: Um…

Hearing my voice, Rustica raised his head to meet my gaze once again. His lips curved into a gentle smile.

Rustica: It’s truly my pleasure to be here with you on this special day.

Rustica: Tonight, you are my one and only partner.

As he spoke, something soft and white landed on my knees. Flower petals were drifting down from the sky like snow.

Akira: (I suppose it’s time to go back…)

Once the park deemed its guests sufficiently satisfied, the door to reality would open once more. The flower petals were a sign that our time was nearly finished.

Rustica: Oh, how lovely.

Rustica closed his eyes and stretched out his hands as if catching the falling petals. Before long, the entire area was enveloped in mist.

♡♥♡

[Rustica’s Room]

When everything cleared, we were standing back in Rustica’s room.

Akira: …Looks like we’re home.

Rustica: Indeed we are.

Rustica’s gaze dropped to the card in his hands, eyes gleaming with fondness.

Rustica: I’d like to thank you for the wonderful evening. I had a truly delightful time. Thus… it’d be a shame to part now.

As Rustica spoke, he conjured a little bottle out of thin air. Uncorking the top, a sweet fragrance filled the room.

Akira: Oh? That smells like…

Rustica: It’s floral liquor. I thought it’d be a perfect accompaniment to the flowers on my card.

Akira: I think so too. It smells wonderful, and the bottle design is really cute too.

Akira: I didn’t expect alcohol though. Aren’t you more of a tea person?

Rustica: Perhaps I simply wanted to lose myself in a dream for a little while longer…

Rustica: However, this is but one of the many souvenirs we bought the other day. There are still stores of tea and sweets to go through.

Rustica: Thus, would you mind staying a bit more and keeping me company? We could call Chloe over and have our own little late night tea party.

It was just like Rustica to make a request like this, but I couldn’t help but smile and nod anyways.

Akira: That sounds like fun. It’s a privilege to be able to stay up late, right? And besides, today’s your special day.

Akira: Happy birthday, Rustica!

Party in the Skies - Card Episode

[Rustica’s Room]

Akira: This tea is delicious!

Rustica: I’m glad you like it. Us Western wizards have grown quite fond of it lately.

Rustica: The others threw a sky party for my birthday recently, so I thought I’d treat them to some tea in return.

Akira: A sky… party?

Rustica: Yes. After I told them about our little trip to the Flowering Wonderland, they took it as a challenge to throw an even better party for me.

Akira: I- I see. Well, having a party in the skies seems like it’d be a lot of fun if the weather’s in your favor. There’s certainly a lot of open air to play around in.

Akira: Were you flying on your brooms? Or perhaps you were having a floating tea party?

Rustica: We did both among other things. However, if I had to say, the bathtub was probably the most delightful part.

Rustica: There’s nothing quite like soaking in warm water and simply letting the heat wash over you. It was a truly wonderful, relaxing way to pass the time…

Akira: You were doing what!? In the sky!?

Rustica: Taking a hot bath while drinking and chatting. It’s not often that you get the chance to do that, right? Especially in the skies.

Akira: I- I suppose you have a point… I mean, it’s certainly the first I’m hearing of something like that.

Akira: (Western wizards sure come up with some pretty incredible ideas…)

Rustica: Last of all, Chloe gave me a handmade bathrobe for my birthday. The material is so soft to the touch that I’m sure it’ll have me sleeping like a baby tonight.

Rustica: However, I would like to have a sky party again some time. Would you care to join me then, Master Sage?

Home Screen Voice Line

“It’s customary to indulge the star of the show on their birthday, is it not? In that case, I’d like for you to come to my birthday party. If you could grant me this, then I’d consider all my birthday wishes fulfilled.”

#mhyktl #rustica #chloe collins #mhyk #mahoyaku #mahoutsukai no yakusoku #its my birthdayyyy #im a little birthday boyy

[lowkeyclueless5137]

Day 5- To Make A Promise

Pair: Malleus x Idia x Azul

Prompt: Handcrafted, perfectionist

Notes: Malleus is silly in this one. Trust U-Ub

Warnings: Book 7 Spoilers! :v

It was a very pretty day. So pretty, in fact, that most students were hanging outside, enjoying this fine day in between classes.

Malleus, for a change, just finished his PE lesson. As such, he had to give his brom to the lockers. Most people were changing in their uniforms, but it was nothing a small spell couldn't fix.

"You heard it? In a week is the culture festival... I heard Tim from 2-E is giving his girl a handmade vase from the pottery club." Malleus perked at that. He didn't know who this 'Tim' was, but by the tones of the students, they seemed to praise his dedication to make a vase.

"Really? That Scarabia first year, Maau, is rumored to make a poem for the Ramshackle prefect. Imagine that!" "Kinda lame, dude... Frederick from 3-A is said to be sewing for his lover a whole outfit! From scratch, dude!" "There's also Eugen... That lonely ass is sending something over to his brother overseas." "I think he's looking pretty happy as a single Pringle..."

Malleus tuned out of it for a hot second. How lovely! So many students put effort in a gift for their loved ones.

"And you? What did you get for your girl?" "Dude... I got some chocolate and maybe get some flowers too, you know, to be fresh..." "That's kinda lame..." "When you put those try-harders next to it, yeah... But she likes when I get her favorite flowers."

Malleus thought about it. He didn't consider the culture festival as a romantic event. But he figured that those with lovers not apart of the school would want to have a beautiful moment alongside their dear ones.

Maybe his lovers will also enjoy this?

But it had to be memorable! Worthwhile! It was the very first culture festival since they were together properly. He should step up his game! He should get a gift that will have the 2 thank him and praise him to others for his caring nature. Something that would show that he's a caring spouse, an attentive lover and, definitely, make others want to strive to his kindness.

But then, the conversation of the 2 students gawned at his attention. Others were crafting items or writing poems. They did so without magic, only putting their raw talent and passion in such gifts.

What would his lovers like? He could do anything if he put some effort in it. And effort seems to be necessary in making a gift memorable.

Well, Azul likes shiny things. The coin collection in his room speaks for itself. And Idia seems to dwelve into fictional likes, such as the ever so elusive video-games or 'anime' as Malleus learned to address the said genre. Azul always restricts himself on food and Idia was a picky eater, so cooking would be an option, but a very unsatisfactory one. He couldn't yet fight against an unpredictable foe such as personal tastes.

Both sides needed to be fulfilled. Malleus wanted to make something that satisfied both of his lovers. But he also wanted to do something by himself. Without magic, without monetary exchanges, without help from outside at all!

"Malleus? Honey, are you alright?" The Fae blinked as he looked at Azul. He ended up at evening, in Idia's room. The firehead was setting up some movie they were going to watch as Azul was setting their snack: a big bowl of pop-corn in between them. Finishing up, Idia snuggled next to Malleus's side as Azul hugged both of them, head rested on Malleus's chest. "You seem out of it... Did something upset you?" He asked with concern laced on his melodious voice. Idia grumbled, resting his head on a pillow next to Malleus's arm. "Did something happen? You can tell us..." He asked.

NO! He couldn't tell! He needs to keep it a surprise!

A surprise that Malleus himself wasn't yet aware of what it could be.

"Nothing." he breathed out. The 2 seemed yo exchange glances, before snuggling closer. They knew Malleus liked to snuggle. And so they catered to this desire when the fae felt it needed.

Now he felt like it needs to be a special gift! He has to make it worth it!

Azul was the first one who fell asleep, his soft snores drowned by the movie noises. Idia smiled weakly as he put a blanked over the 3 of them, the movie rolling its end credits at this point. Setting the bowl on the nightstand, Idia's flame hair already showed signs of dimming down, a sign which Malleus learned it meant the latter was sleepy. "Good night, Malleus..." He mumbled, closing the screen and his eyes as well, snuggling a bit more comfortably in the hold of the fae. It felt right. The 2 by his sides, sleeping peacefully in a quiet room, only worry being of some trivial things tomorrow has to bring.

Yes, Malleus needs to step up on his game. He had now around a week to make something truly amazing and worth it.

So first 2 days of his master plan were all boiled down to 1 thing: researching. He researched costumes of mers and humans, he looked at the peers of his 2 boyfriends, at their habits and at what they seemed to enjoy more than other things.

Lilia told him that this was stalking and that it wasn't a nice thing to do, but it was for research purposes!

"Malleus... I know you are there... Please get out... People are looking..." Azul breathed as he bearly entered the lounge that he saw the fae trying to hide behind a lamp and failing miserably. "I know no Malleus... I am a lamp..." Came the response. "Lamps here don't talk, Malleus..." The mer replied with a groan as he passed by him. "What do you want?" "I am doing research..." "Research?" "Research." "on what?"

Here came the hard part. Malleus had to be smart and craft a good enough answer to steer away Azul's suspicions.

"On human mating calls!" good enough. Malleus internally praised himself for the answer.

Azul looked at him with a tilted head, clearly confused. "Dates? You are spying on dates?" came a nod. "Malleus, that's highly inappropriate... Go home!" The latter gestured with a puff. Malleus pouted in response, which got a tug by the back of the collar and him being dragged like this to Azul's office.

That was his first day. He got grounded on his first day.

On the 2nd day, he was following Idia's tablet around, making sure that the device didn't catch him in its aera of sight. Ortho was also there, but the fae was able to bribe the latter into compliance with the excuse that 'he's researching'. This time he wasn't asked what exactly he was researching.

But, it all came downhill when Ortho abandoned Malleus with the tablet and the thing seemingly died at the end of the class. Malleus was afraid of Idia accusing him of killing the tablet. He didn't even think of homicide, let alone of a technological device, but he felt guilty and so he had to cater to that guilt.

Creeek...

When Idia tried to sneak in the empty classroom, he was met with Malleus, seemingly trying to give a burial ceremony to his tablet. It took a wild back and forth until the fae was explained that the device's battery just died and as such there was no murder implied and Malleus shouldn't burry his tablet in the classroom floorboards.

He still got nagged for his 'research methods'.

After these 2 days of research, Malleus could finally take a paper and draw his conclusions:

Nothing.

Blinking in surprise at his own notes, Malleus frowned. There had to be something! Something that both would enjoy. Something that could be craftable by his hands alone and that they could keep with them forever.

His gaze turned towards the window, but his mind tried to remember every little detail he could about his boyfriends. From their laughs, to how Idia got so fired up with topics of interest, how Azul liked to present himself as clean and organised, how all 3 of them would close the door before fully cuddling in the bed. How there were little to no marks to say 'this is my boyfriend', yet the loyalty remained.

Marks... That's it!

Springing from his place, Malleus almost smashed the door to pieces as he ran out of diasomnia. At this display, the other dorm members assumed it was dinner time, so they followed their leader's action and ran out of the dorm as fast as they could.

"Malleus... For the love of 7... What are you doing?" Azul asked as Malleus happened to find him first, taking his hand and measuring it at all the angles. "Research!" he promptly said. "Your 'research' could also be made anywhere else, but the main hall." The mer exhaled. Really, it seemed like the fae was set on pulling his nerves out.

Azul was at least compliant without much explanation. On the other hand...

"EEEK!" the second Malleus appeared without announcement and touched Idia's hand, the unsuspecting firehead yelped and accidentally punched Malleus's jaw. "ACK! M-Malleus!?! What in the world are you on?!" Idia breathed in and out, trying to calm his woshing flames. "The floor... I am currently standing on the floor if you wonder." he responded promptly, before finally managing to grab the hand in question. Idia didn't protest anymore, rather it seemed like he complied as he now knew who took his hand.

"What are you doing?" "research." "Azul told me about it... But is it really necessary?" "knowing your hand measurements is vital!" the latter declared as he finished. "Thank you." He mused, kissing the back of the palm before disappearing.

Idia surely was wierded out by that interaction.

On his 4th day of the plan, Malleus had to gather materials. Azul almost lost his mind when he saw the fae scouting for something on the sea floor in his dorm. Idia surely was on the verge of a heart attack when Malleus almost got shot by the security system, for trespassing in his search.

"I tell you, he lost his marbles!" Idia whispered to Azul. "You are jumping to conclusions... He's focused on something... You know how he is..." The Octavinelle Dormhead exhaled. "But I wish he would tell us... I'm worried he'll just fall into a ditch at this point and stay there." he grumbled.

"Dears!" Speaking of the devil, Malleus passed by the 2, not without giving each a small kiss on the cheek. He then left, with a smile and a skip in the step as he carried a big cardboard box. Looking in between them, the other 2 didn't even know what their boyfriend intended to do. They wanted to question him, but already Malleus was out of their sight, probably very hurried to do something.

As the culture festival approached, Malleus was even more unavailable. Usually he was retreated, but it was a first when the fae refused an invitation to the lounge or to see some new cliché, sappy movie. Even studying together or maintenance on Gao Gao were postponed by Malleus.

It was concerning at best.

"Where is Malleus?" Azul asked as he looked around. "Well... He did say to wait here..." Idia mumbled, checking the said letter both of them received. Malleus's neat writing was played elegantly in black ink. He told them to wait by the coliseum back, where no people were. Many rushed to see Neige perform at another stage, so the back of the building was deserted.

Malleus also didn't specify the time of meeting, hence why the 2 were nearing the 1 hour mark already.

"My dears!" Finally, the 2 perked at the new voice. Malleus came, hurried, which wasn't in his person at all. He would've simply teleported. But he was holding something in his hands, careful as if it was the most fragile thing in the world. "Malleus! There you were!" "We waited for you..." Idia grumbled, but seeing the excited face of the latter, he couldn't stay mad for long.

"I apologise... But I had to make the last touches." "Touches? Malleus... What are you even talking about?" Azul tilted his head. The Fae smiled as he showed what he was carrying, 2 jewelry boxes. Opening them, both Azul and Idia looked in between them, then at Malleus.

2 braceles made of strings, decorated with colorful beads. They were juvenile at best, but one was predominantly purple, while the other blue. Looking at Malleus's right wrist, he also had a similar bracelet, but more green. "I made these for you! It seems a common costume of courting is having matching jewellery as a form of marking. I made them myself! Without magic!" The Fae proudly puffed.

"It's... Uhhh... It's very pretty, Malleus..." Idia mused as he slipped his on his left hand, looking at it. 5 beads were more eye-catching than the rest. 2 were white, framing the other 3, who were green, blue and lavender respectively. Azul and Malleus both had on their bracelets the same 5 beads, in the same order. "So thoughtful to make this yourself, Malleus..." Azul mused, with a small blush. Malleus tho, puffed proudly as he received 2 pecks on his cheeks.

His hard work was repayed! He won the satisfaction of his dear lovers!

"And! Since the child of man invited me to the VDC performance, I asked Lilia to aid me in this... 'online shopping' activity, so I could purchase these!" The Fae presented the 2 VIP tickets, the 3rd still in his pocket. "Oh, Malleus... You shouldn't have." Azul put a hand on his chest, touched by the gesture, as Idia's hair was gradually becoming pink.

A few weeks later, Azul was closing up the lounge, the twins helping him with a few more formalities.

"Oi! Azul! What's with the silly thing on ya hand?" Floyd asked, pointing at the said bracelet on Azul's right hand. Immediately, he received a smack behind his head. "How dare you. It's not silly... It's a gift... I cherish it a lot..." He nagged the latter. "Fufufu... It is perhaps... Of romantic importance?" Jade asked with a sly smile on his face. Azul simply scoffed, preffering to continue his work. "I... Promised I'll keep it on my hand..." he mumbled.

And that was a promise for sure.

As the overBlot of Malleus walked through the diasomnia lounge, his eyes casted over everyone. They were all asleep. Lilia set on a chair, Sebek and Silver on couches.

And his dears, they fell asleep on the carpet. Poor them... Malleus hummed for himself. Idia made an effort today, to come and support him at the party. So did Azul try to make this day hurt less. The truth was, Malleus wanted it to not hurt. He will make it not hurt anymore. As such, he gently grabbed the 2.

Thud!

Perking at the sound, Malleus looked at the ground, where a blue bracelet, with colorful beads, fell off. Idia's hands were limp, probably shaken off when he picked them up. Azul had his head rested on his chest, snuggled close for the warmth. Idia was more easy to move around, like a doll one could pose as they wanted. Both were in his arms, safe, peaceful, warm. And he found it enough for him.

So Malleus stretched his hand, where his own beady bracelet was, picking the blue one and setting it on the firehead's wrist. They promised him they'll keep his gift.

And in exchange Malleus will make it last forever.

#twisted wonderland #azul x idia x malleus #rarepair week 2024 #This is twisted wonderland after all :'3 #Oh wait! Ignore the previous tag! :v #I tooootttaaaalllyyy didn't do anything suspicious. No sir! Def not! :'D

[miss-celestial-being]

FESTIVAL OF FUN

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omg thank you so much for 500!!! this is literally a dream and I'm only halfway to 1k!! I love you all so so much and thank you for being here with me along the way! <3333

inspired by @thehalfbloodedwitch 's 200 celebration

rules: one attraction per ask, no nsfw asks, be nice ;)

CLOSED 6/29/2022 - 7/11/2022

CIRCUS CELEBRATION

TRAPEZE AND ACROBATICS - talk with me about your favorite character!!

CLOWNING AROUND - send me some jokes and i'll tell you which character i ship you with (specify fandom and gender)

MISCHIEVOUS MAGIC - tell me 3-6 facts about yourself and a character and i'll give you your perfect date with said character

FIRE EATING - tell me something risky you've done in your lifetime and i'll tell you something i've done (limited)

FREAK SHOW CENTRAL - i'll send you a picture of something random in my room that makes me think of you (moots)

FOOD AND DRINKS

FUNNEL CAKE - tell me your sun, moon, and rising signs and i'll assign you a classic carnival snack (limited)

POPCORN - cast your vote!! which is better? kettle corn or classic popcorn? (votes will be counted at the end of the celebration // the winner will be shown in my bio for a week)

COTTON CANDY - tell me your favorite trope and why you like it + a character and i'll write a short blurb (fluff or angst only // limited)

SODA POP - what do you call a soft drink? (pop, cola, soda, etc.)

SOUVENIR CUPS - i'll design you a souvenir cup (moots)

RIDES AND GAMES

HOUSE OF MIRRORS - cym

FERRIS WHEEL - truth or dare

CORNHOLE - two truths and a lie

RING TOSS - never have i ever

CAROUSEL - top 3/5/10

COSTUMES

CLOWN SHOES - tell me your preference in shoe type and i'll give you what car i think you'd drive

CORSETS - send me an outfit you'd wear on a date and the character you'd go on a date with and i'll give you the perfect date location

MASQUERADE MASKS - describe yourself in 6 words or less and i'll give you a masquerade mask

FACE PAINT - i'll give you a face paint look based on how i see you (close moots)

RABBIT IN THE HAT - pick a card from a standard 52 card deck and i'll give you the outfit that goes with it (limited)

#festival of fun // 500 followers #boredbeestalk #boredbeescelebrate #500 celebration

[blurrypop]

decided to watch that Heathers TV series. here are my thoughts on episode one (written as I’m watching it):

• I actually like the intro. watching JD’s mom kill herself was a good hook and the title sequence was fun

• it’s kinda surreal seeing Heathers in a modern setting. Veronica looks so different

• I kinda like the theme with Veronica not knowing who she is. I think it works well with her character in the movie and musical. Although, I don’t like it being framed through the “you need to be a minority” lens.

• Oh the Heathers’ fashion sense dose NOT slay. IDK it just doesn’t feel right

• No way in hell did Heather C just say “How Banana Republic“” (although I will give them props for the third nipple line. I can imagine Heather C saying that)”

• I feel like in a real life high school the Heathers would be outcasts if they pulled the political activist bullshit they did to Ram

• JD has his first speaking lines and he’s already spewing nihilistic and possibly conservative bs. 10/10

• “No girls on the girls restroom” actually made me chuckle.

• I’m starting to get a vibe that the showrighters are trying to make this edgy and appeal to teenagers by just inserting “shocking” or “pop culture” words in normal sentences (oh my clit, my third nipple, banana republic, latte). it feels kinda forced most of the time

• Veronica’s parents being glued to their iPads makes sense

• Heather C did not want to be embarrassed at a party- she decided to wear an ugly cat outfit that I would’ve found cool when I was 6 (i’m all for wearing what makes you happy, but for the love of god don’t make your alpha bitch popular girl character dress like a 6 y/o)

• I’m not even halfway through ep 1 and this show feels like a right-wing interpretation of leftist youth that you’d find in those memes labeled as “satire” or “dark humor.” like, it’s not a good satire, but it also isn’t a very good critique

• why did JD just climb through Veronica’s window and read her diary? like, they talked once. at least have them kiss

• If they don’t make gay Ram and Kurt a thing in this show then I will be thoroughly disappointed in the writers

• The party scene at the snappy snack shack was actually super cute

• ISTG these writers are just taking random lines from Heathers, changing them a bit, and putting them in the completely wrong place. like the nazi bullet line dose not work with pills bc why would hitler carry around a pill to induce vomiting?

• i- i don’t think slipping a pill into a bag of corn nuts would kill heather cause like… she’d notice the pill. but they also passed up a great opportunity to comment on drug culture among teens. like- have Heather C be addicted and take unknown drugs from Veronica and JD

• JD definitely didn’t grab the “wrong pills.”

• Why were the adults so concerned with which minority group was “popular?”

• Why is everyone teaming up against Heather M?

• what is LGBTQQIAP?

• Betty Finn taking the stand to give Heather C’s eulogy. What a twist! I love you Betty.

• Man, now I’m wondering how they would handle Martha Dunnstock. Honestly, she could have been used to critique how body positivity can oftentimes exclude people

• JD’s dad was done well. I can see how JD turned out the way he is because of his dad.

• WTF? Heather C is alive??? The internet is gonna hate her when they find out she’s alive

#heathers #heathers tv #tv review #tv shows #tv series

[jboofan]

There's something wrong with Manager Kim Part 16

Crazy Rich Asians

The house was empty without YN. A single lamp had been left on in the living room, and a note beside it explaining she had stepped out with Jin.

The kitchen was spotless back to the way she had always kept it in his absence, the remnants of last night's food neatly placed in the recycling ready to be dumped.

Who knew the woman that was the bane of his life was such a domestic goddess?

With last night's events still on his mind, he worried that because of what had taken place she would suddenly want commitment. Like real commitment. Not the fake let's pretend whilst we are married shit.

Paranoia getting the better of him, he wondered if she had changed her mind and gone to sleep in the guest room. He still snuck his head around the door; the bed had been neatly made and more importantly it hadn't appeared to have been slept in.

Did that mean she ended up sleeping in their bedroom last night?

Conflicted, he asked himself why he hadn't simply gotten up once she fell asleep to go sleep in the spare room.

There was no sign that she had been in the room, her lack of presence suddenly hung heavily in the air. He stood, saddened about how the place would be when she left.

This is fake. How do I stop myself from thinking it's not? He sighed.

No sooner had he realised this, had he thought what would happen when they faced each other.

Would they act normal around each other? Act like nothing happened? Or would they be adults and discuss it?

Yoongi shook his head, dragged his tired body across the giant landing back to the master bedroom, where he unceremoniously flopped back onto the bed.

He took a deep breath, and as soon as he recognised her scent on her pillow, his resolve was shook again.

"Get a grip man," he groaned, moving to her side of the bed and willing himself to fall asleep on her pillow.

*

YN opened the heavy door and was greeted by the sight of a damp haired Yoongi coming down the stairs.

"You're up," she managed, dropping her keys on the coffee table.

"Hmm," he managed, as he took in her outfit.

Not bad..least she had covered up those beautiful legs and chosen one of his hoodies.

How did she manage to steal his clothes without his knowledge?

Yoongi wasn't sure how to greet her. His fake wife she was, his lover she wasn't, but definitely a one night stand.

How do you do that with your pretend wife and it not be awkward after??

Jin watched YN's harmless behaviour; the way she walked around the house like it was her own, but more fascinating was watching the way in which Yoongi seemed so open to her.

Both seemed to forget he was even there, as they shared a glance, slightly awkward but he put that down to the whole we're fake husband and wife.

Yoongi and YN's gaze connected, but she broke it as soon as she continued for the kitchen. Jin watched as Yoongi continued to gaze at her, mustering up enough heat to make corn pop. The space between them seemed to sizzle, and his poor sister was completely oblivious to it.

"YN, what did you wanna talk about?" Jin asked as he rolled his eyes at cheesy Yoongi and took the fresh coffee.

"No news broke of our wedding so I thought it was safe to come out for a coffee, but on the way there," she shook her head, "I thought," YN tried to remember her train of thought, the strange car, but couldn't recall. "I swear there was something else."

"Wanna stay for breakfast hyung?" Yoongi threw his damp hair towel at YN's head before reaching for the frying pan.

"I'll leave you two to it. I reckon he found a way to make sure it didn't. Maybe just stay home for a bit, at least don't go out on your own."

"I'm gonna take her out in a bit," Yoongi cracked some eggs, "she won't be alone."

"Good, good," Jin gulped the rest of the coffee, "right I'll speak to you later."

YN watched Yoongi as he whipped up some eggs and finally looked over at her.

"Stealing my hoodies again Princess?" he held her by the waist as his body moved towards hers, to get to the fridge.

Making a woman breakfast in the morning was a sure fire way to get some more sex and now he'd begun to develop a taste for it.

Yoongi nudged her nose before kissing her. He couldn't help it. She tasted like fresh coffee, and he wanted more; he could feel the heat simmering below the surface of his skin and touching her was just what he needed.

At first YN melted into him, and she seemed to let him kiss her again. But then as he turned her to lean comfortably against the worktop, perhaps even pull her back up the stairs to bed for round god-knows-which she resisted.

Yoongi felt YN pull away from him, and he didn't know if he was relieved, thankful, disappointed or angry.

Her lips appeared swollen and wet, a pink blush to her cheeks but a wholly blank look upon her face.

This wasn't YN. This was Chairman Bang YN.

She cleared her throat, and gave him a smile but he couldn't feel the warmth from it. Yoongi was sure she couldn't feel it either.

"Last night was great. I had a really nice time."

Yoongi couldn't believe it. Did she just use a guy's line on him.

His line?

He read between the lines, and it was stark news. Thanks for the fumble, but it's back to business now.

Which left him with his Deagu mumble and a quick, "Sure, um, me too," which didn't even scratch the surface of how great, how connected and deep it felt to have had her last night.

But Yoongi was a ladies man. A self confessed playboy by the media and he wasn't going to let something as small as feelings get in the way of his pride. He was well versed. He'd been playing this game for years, and if it was an Olympic sport he would be a gold medalist.

He cleared his throat, moved past her for a plate and carefully placed the scrambled eggs onto it.

"Have something to eat, I wanna take a drive later and there is a place I wanted to go to eat."

"So you weren't just saying that to Seokijin to make him think you'd be here with me?" she wasn't expecting him to really mean it. She'd actually hoped to go back to work.

"Well," he told her grabbing her hand as it forked eggs into his mouth instead of into her own, "I say what I mean. And I mean what I say."

This time she scoffed. "Yeah well, just cos you married me, doesn't mean you've changed. You say what you want, when you want if it gets you what you want. That ain't never gonna change Min Yoongi."

She threw the now damp towel back on his face, pouring them both a cup of coffee as though she did it every day.

The sadness of knowing this was all fictional also reminded her that there was no expectation of anything lasting. And knowing there was nothing lasting here between them made her refuse to get sucked into the vortex that is the Min Yoongi Experience.

Sex was sex. It was not love, but to her, a chemical imbalance that often led to physical weakness. The glittering prize of the Vice Presidency was what she wanted; she did not want to weaken herself, or fuck her way to the top in the process.

No, she needed to stay the fuck away from Yoongi. Not fuck him.

Yoongi gulped back the rejection and headed back up the stairs.

"Guess I'll go get changed then," he asked rhetorically, wanting to see what she would say to stop them falling into bed, but when she simply shrugged and stared at her phone uninterested he felt he got his answer.

**

**

Sick of looking at her phone or out the window YN finally turned to Yoongi with a huff.

"Ok, so I've sat here for nearly two hours and I'm getting hungry. How far are we from this mysterious restaurant, and can you just drop me off at the nearest 7 Eleven or Mcdonald?"

Yoongi gave a look of distaste.

"I forget you're an American sometimes."

"I'm some dumb foreigner remember?"

"Damn, you still remember that?" he sucked in air, as he recalled tapping the steering wheel.

"I never forget anything. You made my life a misery Miserable Min Yoongi."

"Ha! I did no such thing!"

"Really? You sure are forgetful aren't you?"

She cleared her throat, and he knew she was going to lay into him as she recounted various dumb things he had made her do.

"You were my manager. If I didn't think you were capable, I wouldn't have asked you to do half of those things! Besides," he said, trying to justify why he would make her get his coffee always several blocks away from the TV studios, "I was just trying to keep you away from all those prying eyes. They see a young woman and they would tried to take advantage."

"Like you marrying me isn't giving you any sort of advantage?" she questioned.

He pulled up.

"What does that mean?"

"You said that it would get your parents off your back, but your parents are no way as bad as mine. My mother anyway. I stand to lose so much, but you? You'd simply be seen as the guy that married the head of HYBE."

"Maybe I'll sell my story in the next few years when I'm down on luck and money. The guy that married YN and lived to tell the tale. Besides," he reminded her every chance he got, "I have money, which you need to live."

YN refused to bite the bait. He was pressing her buttons and she was getting angry from the lack of food.

"Should have married Hoseok. He's got more money than you apparently."

She smiled. Two can play this game.

"Really?!" he couldn't believe his ears, "then why didn't you ask him then huh? I got more money than him and I'm better looking. Yoongi marry me! That's what everyone says on every VLive. When I'm not even on it. You're married to me. So get used to it."

"Wow ok firstly calm down. It was a joke. It doesn't matter how much richer or poorer you are than Hoseok. I get I have to rely on you, but it's not like I'm out there spending all your damn money so stop talking to me like you fucking bought me."

Annoyed, they ignored one another until they were off the motorway, and pulling up at a large house in a nice neighborhood somewhere.

"Get out, we're here," he finally grumbled at her an hour later, slamming his door hard making her flinch.

"This is a restaurant?" she asked as they walked up to the front gate, no signs or menu anywhere. Not even a car park or valet.

"Best one around," he said as he punched in the pincode and walked in, a suspicious YN behind him.

"Ya, Yoongi, where are we and how do you know the code to this place? This place looks like a house. Oh my god," she said grabbing her phone trying to dial Seokjin.

"What are you even doing?" he watched her try to get out the door.

"I knew it. You're trying to lure me away to kill me. Otherwise why would you take me to some house somewhere when you said we were going to a nice restaurant?" She dialled his number and waited for it to connect as he wrestled the phone out her grip.

"If I wanted to kill you, I'd put poison in your coffee."

"God, I might just drink it to finally be rid of you," she retailiated as she snatched her phone back.

"Take your shoes off," he ordered her as he walked into the hallway and looked at the person standing there.

"Yoongi—" she called after him, rushing to pull her boots off, looking up as he grabbed her hand and led her through a living room door. Yoongi pulled her through, still holding her hand.

"Ma, Dad, we're here."

"You said—"

"I didn't say we were going to a restaurant. I said I'd take you to eat."

Then she realised. And she felt like an idiot for not getting it sooner.

Yoongi's mom walked in, smiling as she welcomed the two of them warmly.

"Ah, you made it?" her eyes and mouth smiled wider as she took in YN beside him. "And you bought YN!" she grinned.

Yoongi knew how excited his mother was at him for bringing home a woman for the first time, beaming and excited.

Just wait til she finds out I'm a married man, he thought.

"Yobo!" she called out to the back, over her shoulder, "Yoongi's here, with his fiancé! Hurry up! And where is Geum Jae?"

"YN, my Eomma. Eomma, you know YN," he introduced them again.

Nudging her forward essentially, he froze as his mother gasped loudly, screaming as she grabbed hold of YN hand to see the massive diamond that sat on her finger.

Watching the pained look on his mother's face, Yoongi tried to get the words out his mouth as she held her hand tightly, mouth gaping.

He couldn't find the words to explain that she had missed her youngest son's wedding.

"Eomma...Yoongi asked me to marry him, and I said yes. My mother was dead against it, and so we decided to do it before she could stop us," YN held her hand back and admitted the truth. Well, partially.

It was an unorthodox way to explain a marriage, but it seemed to have been the perfect way to explain it to Mrs Min.

Yoongi felt a pang of gratitude as YN held his hand, the other still in Mrs Min's as she seemed to absorb the news.

"Yobo!" she screamed it loudly now as both her husband and eldest son could be heard replying.

"You better get in here and meet Yoongi's new wife," her voice went a little high pitched, as YN looked at her worried about whether she was going to either have a stroke or something.

"I'm fine," she squeaked as she let go of YN's hand and shakenly took her husband's as he arrived looking at the pair confused.

Yoongi stood, a little surprised at her explanation and willingness to throw herself under the bus for him, and like many others at the company he too couldn't help but be in awe as the chairman worked the room, his parents especially.

"We're really sorry," she went to apologise formally to his parents, and Yoongi too was also beginning to bow in apology too.

YN knew not many people could ever say they’d heard such a humble apology coming from YN Bang. The look on his father’s face was priceless, and his brother even seemed to relax slightly as they watched Yoongi's father take YN’s hand and pat it lightly.

Suddenly YN felt herself yanked off to the couch by his mother, as Yoongi tried to stay standing next to her a little longer.

"Let go of your bride long enough to at least grab the girl a drink will you?" his Dad called out as Yoongi was dragged off to the kitchen bar.

Reluctantly he let go, whipping his head around to hear his mother squeal again in excitement at the ring he had given her, before she began telling YN how happy she was Yoongi had found a good woman.

Yoongi hoped she would survive the questioning until he managed to rescue her.

"Are you both happy?" she asked YN, her disappointment had gone, but the look in his mother's eye was more of pain.

"I, we are, yes," YN managed to reply.

"Then that's all that matters. We can always do something to celebrate," she smiled as she waved the conversation away with a hand before giving YN a warm hug.

YN hadn't been hugged like that in a long time, and sat, her arms to her sides unsure how to hug the older lady back. Feeling horrible, unable to shake the guilt of lying so openly to them about it all, and but was worse, was his mother's quick forgiveness of a wedding they were not be a part of.

It took finding his brother in the kitchen trying to get a taste of the cakes and sweet treats their mom had made to find YN's whereabouts.

"Yoongi-ah," Geum Jae called.

"Yeah?"

"I didn't want to say it before, it's cheesy and shit but congrats man. YN is really cool, down to earth. I thought she'd be cold and you know those CEO types."

"YN isn't like that."

Yoongi surprised himself with how quickly he jumped to her defense.

"But how lucky are you," Geum chuckled warmly, "you got to marry a stinking rich capitalist investor, who just took over her father's multi billionaire company. Your kids are set for life."

"Investment what?"

"Come on, don't act like you don't know, or don't check the web. She's minted. Her company invests in companies in different stages of development and gets a cut. I wondered why she looked at the English food ma made a little strange but then I remember there was an article about how she became a model and model diets and shit."

"I know what an investor is."

I just don't seem to know what she is.

He found her in the back yard, standing on the decking staring up at the sky. Yoongi walked across to where his new wife stood, tucking his hands into his jeans and rocking back and fourth on his heels.

"There you are," but she wasn't listening.

His eyes followed her sparkling ones as they stood, head arched back staring at the pinkish purple sunset, it's blue tinged clouds slowly paying by as her eyes twinkled.

"I never was one for pretty sunsets," she admitted out loud, "but it looks pretty beautiful, huh?" she looked back at him a moment.

"So beautiful," he said, still looking at her instead of the pretty night sky, before she realised and frowned a little at his admission.

"I didn't know you were a model or an investor. You lied to me. Again."

YN pursed her lips before going back to look up.

"You're annoyed that I didn't tell you my occupation, or that instead of you lying to a woman, she lied to you first instead," she shrugged, "not my fault you didn't do your due diligence before agreeing to marry me. I did mine."

"You definitely sound like an investor. I thought you were just Bang's daughter."

"You figured I was just some chaebol trust fund baby?" she answered his inner suspicion with a genuine laugh, "I guess I am to a certain extent."

"And apparently my wife was some famous model? Am I gonna blow my lid if I find out what kind of a model you were?"

"Probably best not to check in that case," she teased.

If he sees a bikini picture he might have a heart attack.

"I'm being serious YN. Is there anything else I need to know? For real. I'm getting tired of the lies."

"What cos I didn't give you the chance to lie first?" she laughed at how angry he was getting.

"I don't get why you're getting so wound up about it. It's not like this is real. It's all play; sure people will be like woah she used to parade around in skimpy clothes but then slap you on the back and say that you're a lucky man because of it?" she told it like it was.

No matter the decade, men would always be congratulated for being married to a trophy wife.

"Sweetheart, I'm just a temporary trophy wife, like I said. I did my due diligence. You have money, and I need money. Then you will be free and so will I. We can be free from each other. It's worth the investment."

"I'm sorry my mom brought up talk about a reception."

"It's fine," she followed a twinkling star coming through a cloud, "I'm sure she meant well. And it was sweet of her to say they would like to contribute towards it."

"Until Geum put his foot in it telling my folks to check your net worth instead."

"I'm used to people talking about my money. Well, in the States no one knew who I was. But I like your mom. She's sweet."

"That's true," he moved closer to her, till they were standing toe to toe. "But if a newlywed couple are out in the garden alone, it looks bad if they aren't at least stealing a kiss."

"You what?" she managed confused, as Yoongi wasted no time in smashing his lips against hers and stealing a big fat, wet kiss in the process before she could assault him.

He held her close, pulling her body to his. Heat spread through her and she knew she had never felt a kiss like that before, and was fairly sure she never would again. And that thought terrified her because this was temporary.

This wasn’t real.

And she didn’t crush on a man, let alone fall in love with men.

She just didn’t…. Did she?

Yoongi looked as stunned as she felt, his deep brown eyes seeming to go even darker with pleasure as he looked at her. He licked his lips and looked as though he might say something. Or kiss her again and God, yes, please that would work for him.

Before either could say or do anything more, the back door swung open and his brother was there.

"Oi, stop eating each other's faces off and come have some dessert!"

“I'd rather have you for dessert," Yoongi muttered under his breath, annoyed he'd been disturbed from making a move on his own wife. Taking her hand he pulled her toward the house as her head spun and her heart ricocheted in her chest.

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[danaraeblogs]

K-pop concerts are undoubtedly better than any other concert. As someone who has attended plenty of concerts, including over a dozen K-pop concerts in Los Angeles, I have the proper credentials to make such a bold statement. Any K-pop fan could tell you that attending a K-pop concert is a life experience like no other. With addictive melodies, electric fan energy, and high-quality production, it is no wonder why K-pop groups have stolen the hearts of many (including myself).

K-pop takes concert culture to another level. From the moment you arrive at the venue, you can feel the immense excitement from the fans. When attending a K-pop concert, fans express their dedication and love for the group by dressing up in style. Don't be surprised to see fans in costumes and outfits that correlate with the group's latest music video or concept. This is part of the fun! I recently attended Enhypen's Fate Tour in Los Angeles and saw a group of girls dressed up in corn suits because one of the member's favorite foods is corn. I hope they ended up catching his attention.

Instead of arriving at the venue later in the evening when the concert starts, K-pop concerts can become an entire day affair filled with K-pop fun. Fans arrive early to line up for merchandise, take photos of their elaborate outfits, exchange gifts, and participate in interactive activities. Fans often connect through social media apps to share meet-up spots for certain activities and connect prior to the concert. It is common for people to create "freebies" to pass out. These can include friendship bracelets, photos of the artists, and candy. It almost feels like everyone is already friends. I have attended many concerts alone and made a handful of friends by the night's end (Some I still talk to regularly). K-pop concerts create a safe and inclusive atmosphere for everyone. Since everyone is here for the same artist, we are all connected by our shared love of music, which I think is so special.

Of course, K-pop concerts are particularly special because of the overall concert energy and fantastic production value. First of all, K-pop concerts rarely have an opening act. Shows start promptly, and all the attention is on the K-pop group. When you enter the concert venue, you will see fans with hand-held light sticks unique to each K-pop group. These light sticks light up during the concert, creating an ocean of beautiful colors. When the show starts, it is more than just listening to the music. K-pop performances include elaborate choreography, eye-catching visuals, and even creative storylines. K-pop groups practice intensely to display flawless performances for their fans.

Another thing that stands out from regular concerts is the interaction between idols and fans. K-pop prioritizes fan engagement. Not only do fans love the music, but we love the idols as people. This is because they connect with their fans on a personal level. Between performances, artists will stop and talk to fans, show off their charms, and play interactive games. I recommend learning the group's key dance moves because you might be on the spot on the big screen. Fans will also memorize fan chants to scream during specific songs to show their love and dedication to their idols. When everyone is shouting the exact words in unison, it creates an environment of unity between fans and the artists, adding to the unforgettable experience of a K-pop concert.

K-pop raises the standards for concerts. I truly encourage everyone to experience a K-pop concert. You will witness outstanding performances and leave with a handful of friends, goodie bags, and unforgettable memories.

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[fizzycherrycola]

1-5 for nedcan?

1. Which type of cereal is their favourite?

Like his brother, Canada has a sweet-tooth and loves munching on sugary cereals. Unlike his brother though, he strays from the fruity, rainbow-psychedelic candy bowls that decorate the breakfast tables of many North American children. His personal favourites are: Corn Pops, Cinnamon Toast Crunch, maple walnut, and maple oatmeal.

Ned is health-conscious and doesn't usually eat cereal; he prefers bread with cheese, meat, or jam in the morning. But if there's nothing else in the cupboard, he'll have a bowl of Brinta - a Dutch cereal with the consistency of porridge or oatmeal. It's quite bland on it's own, but he considers it very healthy, and likes to add chopped apples and walnuts to it. Canada has gently coaxed him into trying it with maple syrup and he now enjoys that too.

2. What outfit do they wear when they need to feel confident?

Ned is quite self-assured and feels comfortable/confident wearing any regular clothing. Canada, less so. Even in a snappy, form-fitting suit, he won't feel confident UNLESS someone points it out, recognising him and complimenting his outfit, whatever he's wearing. Then and only then will he be convinced that his clothes look good on him.

3. Describe their dream date.

Sleeping in on a lazy winter Sunday, toes stuffed under a mound of blankets while the snow softly falls outside the window. When they get up, they go for a stroll to the nearest coffee shop, chatting idly, and indulging in a few extra buttery pastries.

They go window shopping for trifles and trinkets, maybe a new wool scarf or a pair of warm snow boots. In the evening, they cuddle together at home, by a roaring fire, reading their respective books (for Canada, a fantasy drama - for Ned, a non-fiction textbook on economics (don't laugh, he finds them interesting!)) and they thoroughly enjoy having absolutely nothing important to do at all.

4. What is their bath or shower routine?

Both are shower people and neither are picky about their products; they use whatever they have on hand. Soap, shampoo, conditioner - the basics, with a woodsy, pine scent.

Much to his boyfriend's shock, Canada prefers cold showers, saying it feels refreshing, natural, and helps him wake up in the morning, and he spends a while in there, conditioning his curls, lost in thought. If Canada spends more than a half hour in the chilly water, Ned starts to worry he'll freeze to death, but no matter what, he's always fine.

5. What is their love language?

Gifts of tulips and warm hugs.

Thanks for asking! These two are my favourite soft pairing.

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