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greatooglymooglyyy · 3 months

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Anniversary Blues (Matt Sturniolo)

contains: angst, verbal arguing, slight gaslighting, making up, fluff, 900+ words

I kiss my teeth and glare at the back of my boyfriend’s head, wondering how childish it would be if I smacked his ass as hard as I could with my pillow. If he notices my sour mood, he’s doing a great job at ignoring it, instead sitting at the end of his bed watching some Netflix show. He honestly looks really cute when he’s into a new show like this, and any other day, I wouldn’t mind the lack of attention. But any other day wouldn’t be our anniversary.

Yep, that's right. A whole trip around the sun worth of love and affection poured into this man and he can’t even seem to remember the date.

I reach for my phone and check the time. Half past 8. I sigh and try to push down my disappointment as I realize that there is no surprise coming and he really just forgot.

I roll out of his bed and start gathering my belongings to make my way home. Might as well sulk in my own bed.

“Tempur-Pedic bed having motherfucker.” I mutter under my breath as I slip my shoes on. Matt finally seems to register that he does somehow have a girlfriend, turning to me and knitting his brows together in confusion.

“You’re not staying the night?” He asks, pausing the show and standing up. He catches the look in my eye before I can try to push it away. “What’s wrong?”

"Nothing."

"Okay..." He says reaching to unpause his show again which causes me to snap.

“I can’t believe you actually forgot our first anniversary, Matt. I spent the whole day thinking there’s no way he’s this clueless, but nope! You definitely are. Look at you, setting the standard for idiots everywhere.” I rant, grabbing my purse and watching his face fall. I start for his door, but he catches me by the waist and pulls me into his arms.

“Woah. Woah. Okay. Fuck. My bad. It completely slipped my mind. I didn’t even forget the day, babe. I just didn’t even know what day it was. How do I fix it?” He says, trying his best to placate me.

I sigh and pull away, still annoyed, and force a smile. “It’s cool, Matt. Don’t worry about it. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Don’t you think you’re being a little dramatic? It’s just one day.” He says, the slight hint of irritation in his tone now. I raise my eyebrow at him. “That’s how you wanna play this, Matthew?”

“I’m just saying, if I buy you flowers and take you out tomorrow, what’s the difference? It's one meaningless day." He says flopping back onto his bed and rolling his eyes.

I pause for a second, gauging to see if he really believes that. At the nonchalant look on his face, my eyes narrow to slits, genuinely pissed off now.

“Damn, you really are just a boy.” I say before I spin around and storm out of his house.

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When Matt’s name pops up for the 15th time on my carplay, I put my phone on Do Not Disturb and lean my head back against the seat. I’m sitting in a parking lot eating the ice cream I got from Dairy Queen, thinking about how fucked up my boyfriend has me.

It wasn’t even about the gifts or even really about the day; the lack of effort and care is really just so crazy to me.

I sigh and decide that maybe it’s not worth the fight. Tomorrow, I'll let it go. But today, I'll hate him a little. As I look in the rearview mirror, preparing to back out, something blue in the backseat catches my eye. I turn and reach for what I can now make out, hidden under a t-shirt—a very pretty Tiffany box. It’s the ring I showed Matt on TikTok over ten months ago. My heart starts to hammer as I read the little note he’s engraved.

When you know, you know. -M

My eyes start to water a bit as I back out and head back to Matt’s house. When I get there, he swings the door open before I can knock. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for forgetting. I’m sorry for being that fucking stupid. I know the day’s important to you and you are so important to me. Our relationship is everything to me. It freaks me out how much I care. But I do care.” He says in a rush, barely even taking a breath.

“It’s okay, Matt. I get that you have a different love language. I just don’t like that you made me feel stupid for even being upset.”

“I know. I know. I just panicked and went full-asshole. I’m sorry.” He says, pulling me into the house and wrapping his arms around me. I bury my head in his chest for a second and then pull back just enough to meet his eyes.

“This is your one fuckup card; you better add my birthday and every single one of our anniversaries to your phone calendar.”

“There are more?" He whispers, in abject horror. I laugh and shove his chest playfully.

“By the way, I found the ring you hid in my car.” I say before I hold my hand up like a bride to show him. He smiles wide and laces his fingers with mine, kissing my hand.

“Finally, it only took you nine months.”

“You bought it that soon after we started dating?” I ask, shock evident in my voice.

“Didn’t you read the engraving?” He asks, still grinning, before he tangles his hands in my hair and pulls me in for a kiss that makes my knees go weak.

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emmyrosee · 1 year

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[23:39 pm]

Rolling up into the driveway of your home, Kita smiles, sleepily, as he sees the tv flickering in the window leading into the living room.

He’s told you time and time again that the blinds should be drawn closed for worry of people watching through the windows- you said you’ll be damned before you become ‘that house.’

Call him paranoid, but he’s seen those horror movies with Osamu; it’s been a blessing and a curse.

With a small grunt from his sore back, Shinsuke slowly slips out of his truck and grabs his filled lunch bag in the passenger seat. He doesn’t want to eat after he’s been baking in the sun, but a hearty breakfast and a few protein shakes have been fine with keeping him around.

Although, up until this point, he hasn’t had you to corner him and scold him about it.

Maybe that’s why you’re still awake. Crap.

He fiddles with his engagement ring before he unlocks the door to your home- thank god you at least remembered to lock that- before entering in as quiet as possible in an attempt to not wake you if you were asleep.

To his not-so surprise, you are not asleep, and instead wide awake watching someone on YouTube while scrolling through your phone on tiktok. He tells you all the time that’s bad for your eyes. You do not care.

There’s a face mask smeared on your face and you just look so cozy that he wishes he could’ve been home sooner to curl up with you.

“I’m home,” he says, setting his bag on the hook before coming into the living room to see you. You look up at him from over the couch, chewing the last bit of whatever you were eating before grinning up at him. “What’re you still doing up?”

You offer him a shrug, “wanted to make sure you didn’t eat alone.” You nudge your head to the fridge, “and I know you haven’t been eating when you’ve been coming home, so I really wanted to make sure you had something.”

“I eat plenty when I get home,” he says, chuckling.

“And I think you’re full of it- go shower and I’ll finish off my snack and make you some food.”

“Mm?” He hums, leaning his weight on the armrest to kiss your head. “And what are you eating now?”

“Chips dipped in ice cream,” you mumble around a bite.

“…chips dipped in ice cream?”

“Yeah,” you hum, looking up at him. “I wanted something a little salty, but I knew it would make me want something sweet afterwards, so I figured I’d mix the two.”

“God, I adore you, but that’s feral.”

“And you are scared of innovation.” Despite your tease, you load up a ruffled chip with chocolate ice cream, passing it to him with a sweet smile. “Try it.” He eyes it suspiciously, and you scoff. “You don’t get to judge me on something you’ve never tried, Shinsuke.”

“Have you yet to read Hamlet?”

“Don’t you get me on my own hypocrisy,” you scoff. “Do you want the chip or not?”

He stands up and makes a sour face, but despite this, he extends his hand to take the chip from your fingers. He grimaced before hesitantly plopping the snack on his tongue when you bat your eyelashes at him.

One chew.

So far, so decent.

Two chew.

Okay. Now it’s funky.

Third chew has his jaw slacking in horror while from the couch, you start cackling.

“It tastes like bile,” he grimaces, his face scrunching up while you snort.

“That might be the sour cream part of the sour cream and onion.”

“This is foul,” he gags, quickly making his way to the sink to, quite literally, wash his mouth out. He hears you snickering off into the distance, and even if you have the taste of a sociopath, there’s not another thing he’d change about you.

Everything from your strange little cravings, to the way you stay up for him to reheat some dinner with him,

“What’s that thing called, when you like watching someone in pain and distress?” You ask over the running faucet, and he can practically hear the smirk of sadistic pleasure in your face.

He spits out some of the water pooled in his mouth with a retch, “oh, psychopath.”

You snort and he wipes his mouth on a paper towel, shaking his head before approaching you and capturing you in a kiss.

You pull away with a giggle before pecking him again, “you taste like chocolate ice cream.”

“And you taste like a questionable choice I made when I proposed.”

“And clay?”

He inspects your halfway dried face mask and licks his lips, “yeah. And clay.”

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sammysficfactory · 5 months

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Check That

eren yeager x black!femreader

summary: sometimes when family crosses boundaries, you have to remind them of their place. my excuse to write thanksgiving clapbacks

wc: ~0.5k

tags: fluff, comedy

warnings: mentions of food

notes: happy thanksgiving if you celebrate!, school is whooping me sorry i haven’t been posting often😭, beta read, inspired by those tiktoks, mostly centered around the reader, i feel like i’m just yapping in this👎🏾, feedback is welcome

Every year. You don’t even know why you come to your grandmother’s house every thanksgiving just to deal with your hypocritical family. You wish you would’ve just gone over Eren’s family’s house instead. Your leg bounces and Eren rubs your knee comfortingly.

“Y/N, why do you sneak off on us every other holiday? We are your family, you shouldn’t avoid us like that.” An aunt not-so-secretly judges you, her southern drawl making it all the more demeaning, but this year you came prepared.

“The same reason the repo man snuck off with that busted Nissan of yours.” You reply nonchalantly, causing your boyfriend to choke on his greens before covering it up by taking a sip of his water. Quiet snickers are heard across the large rectangular table as you continue to eat.

“Still ain’t got the car back yet either.” Your mother says under her breath, but loud enough for you and Eren to hear. You smirk, trying to keep yourself from laughing. You appreciate the fact that your parents have always had your back when you needed it.

That seemed to be enough to keep your aunt quiet for a good while. You bask in the warmhearted laughs and conversation now that your shady aunt has nothing more to say. The comfort of family is beginning to melt all the stress of your daily life away. That is until your aunt Jackie’s daughter Destiny decides to chime in on the topic of marriage. She’s been giving Eren bedroom eyes the entire evening.

“So cuz, this is the first time you brought Eren over for a family dinner. Are y’all a serious thing?” She twirls her fork in the spaghetti on her plate, making doe eyes at Eren that causes him to screw his face up slightly.

“Eren and I are just as serious as your fraud charges. Thank you for your concern, can you pass the yams?” You reply, rolling your eyes and feeling annoyed all over again. Your knee bounces a bit more intensely and just like always, Eren is right there to soothe you. He rubs your knee and places a kiss on your cheek for good measure. You exhale heavily, doing your best to keep yourself in check.

A few hours later with no further incidents, you and Eren say your goodbyes and leave out the door. You get in the passenger seat and let out a heavy and exhausted sigh. Eren turns your head towards him gently, just two fingers on your jaw and chin. He places a long, soft, and loving kiss on your lips.

“You did good today, I thought we were gonna have to get it poppin’ on thanksgiving.” He jokes, resulting in a chuckle coming from you. His eyes seem to glow a little when he sees you smile, a satisfied look on his face.

“There she is, there’s my lady.” He almost coos at you, his voice is just as soothing and warm as the smile on his face before he brings you in for another kiss. The two of you pull away slowly, taking some time just to stare at each other and decompress together.

The two of you make it home with plastic bags of takeaway containers in tow, setting them on the table before separating them into what the two of you would eat on your own, and what you would share. Ultimately stuffed, you and Eren lay on the couch tangled in each other’s limbs watching Charlie Brown movies.

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yandere-kokeshi · 7 months

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Simon, König, and Soap with a gn darling who’s taller

Warnings: yandere behavior, and slight nsfw mention

A/N: This is day one of posting head canons every day :). Enjoy <3!

Simon “Ghost” Riley:

Doesn’t really bother him — gives 0 fucks, because height is height. Though, he’s a bit relieved he doesn’t have to worry about neck and back pain whilst trying to kiss you if you were shorter.

Will laugh straight-up if you knock your forehead on the door frame or accidentally hit yourself with the shower head; but, he’s nice enough to fix it, making sure it actually doesn’t hurt you for future uses.

Will throw some shitty or cliché jokes, but often reminds you to duck or watch out for ceiling fans.

Loves to be a small spoon, or simply put his head into the place where your neck and shoulder meet. Feels more secure, especially since your arms are likely longer and bigger. Although, don’t think you can tease him, cause if you do, hickeys and rough hands will soon appear on your skin.

By chance, you’re wearing a collar shirt or any loose clothing, Simon will yank it down, making you come to his level and kiss you very intensely — clearly craving more than a sly kiss.

If you try to pick him up, it’ll likely end with him using his commanding voice, moving on getting out of your arms but quickly accepts his fate; his lower body hanging around like a Maine Coon being picked up by a literal child.

König:

It’s perfect, really. Most people are naturally shorter than him, and he likes to use his height to intimidate people. And the fact you’re taller, the power you hold, is unholy.

Though, he slightly does get a bit flushed. You practically tower over him, and he’s often the one to do so. The height difference messes with his head, mentally and physically. With this said, his eyes, and pupils, are shaped hearts whenever he looks at you.

Bear hugs to its max. Wherever you are, he’s behind you, rubbing his face into your clothes as he asks about your day – not letting you go until you ask him ‘nicely’.

Really enjoy sitting on your lap, regardless of your gender. Working at a desk for work? He’s asking very nicely. In the living room, watching TV while you eat? He’s doing the same thing but only on your lap.

Definitely asks you to get things out of reach for him (that he specifically put up because he wants your attention), and hugs you from behind. König, effectively, is trying to hide the obvious tent he has. But, you won’t ignore him, right? Of course, you won’t.

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish:

Digs that you’re taller than he. Much like Simon, height is something that’s natural, and he doesn’t care. But you, being taller than him, does things with his head.

Really tries his hardest to get piggyback rides or be picked up in any way. Sometimes, usually when he comes home from missions, jumps on your back, resulting in both of you falling to the floor.

Soap really enjoys being the small spoon, especially when he’s on top of you, laying on your chest and rubbing his face in your neck. Sometimes, Johnny likes to be the big spoon (or try too). He lays behind you like a koala holding on their parents for dear life.

Shitty pick-up lines all the time: “I’m surprised you didn’t find me on a stepladder,” – “Aye, the air up there must suck, yeah? Why not come down and catch your breath on my lap?”

Will share his clothes with you and vice versa — your closet is now his. Hoodies, jackets, even baggy pants are now sharing with him. However, Johnny does love seeing you wear his own; the tightness curving your body.

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avilthings · 2 months

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Vigilante Shit

Plot: What happens when a pent up Husk sees you doing the Vigilante Shit by Taylor Swift chair dance?

Pairing: Husk x fem!reader

Trigger warnings: NSFW🔞(more so at the end but very suggestive throughout), praise kink, and swearing

Length: 4.2k

Shout out: @irkimatsu who helped me through this fic! An amazing writer and worth checking out!

Edited by: @irkimatsu who took the time to go over and edit my work, thank you so much! Full editing credit to them!

Links: This is the choreography dance, and then Taylor’s performance.

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMM6c8JCj/

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It’s been a long day of Charlie trying to bring you more out of your shell. You're quiet, always have been. Charlie, on the other hand, is very outgoing and bubbly. She wants to get to know you and understand you better, but you aren’t one to open up….

You’re a sinner demon, and back when you were alive, you struggled with anxiety and the fear of judgment from others… you still do. It's why you stay quiet and reserved. Although many people know you to be quiet and reserved behind doors and by yourself, there are lots of things you enjoy, singing along to a catchy song, dancing like nobody is watching (because trust me, you make sure they aren’t) and just being you… actually you.

Although you are rather guarded, there are people who you let your guard down for, one being Husk. Husk was also quieter and kept to himself, mostly, which you enjoyed. He never made you feel like you had to open up, instead making opening up feel like a choice. That if you decided to, he’d listen… maybe that’s what made it easier for you. If he didn’t care whether or not you’d open up, he probably wouldn’t judge you if you did. That was your thought process, anyway.

Because of this, you started sitting at his bar more often. At first, it was just silence between you two, like you were both trying to read each other without saying a word.

The more you came, though, the more you started greeting him with a simple “hello, Husk”, which led to “I’ve got the usual for ya” from him. The more you came by, the more you two would talk, even if it was just “how was your day?” followed by “shit…” You knew when not to pry and Husk deeply appreciated that. After a couple of months, you guys had become friends, sharing stories or just enjoying comfortable silence.

“You’re telling me that music can be made just electronically,” Husk said, rather offended by the thought.

“It can be, sometimes. It’s good, but depends on what you’re into. Music has changed a lot from the time you lived.”

Husk scoffs at that. “Ya, sounds like it’s gone to shit.”

“Hey! There’s still good music from my time. In fact, Angel has been playing that one artist a lot, Taylor Swift. She’s from my time.”

“If it ain’t jazz, it ain’t good,” Husk says before turning around to clean more glasses.

“Well, that just ain’t true, Whiskers,” Angel says as he walks over with a vinyl.

Husk glares, annoyed by the name, but he doesn’t have the energy to deal with him right now, so he doesn’t say anything.

“Whatcha got, Angel?” you ask, curious about the vinyl in his hand.

“It’s Taylor Swift's latest album, Midnights”.

“Ooooh, it finally came out on viny?!” you say excitedly, which surprises Husk. He hasn’t seen you show this much excitement over something before.

“Yep, and I know Husky here has a record player at the bar,” Angel says, smirking at Husk.

“You ain’t playing that shit at my bar,” Husk says gruffly, clearly annoyed from Angel's nicknames. It was already later in the evening, and Husk did not have the patience to deal with this right now.

“Aw, don’t be like that.” Angel puts the vinyl on the record player, and the lobby is filled with music and Angel’s singing. “It’s me hi, I’m the problem, it’s me,” Angel sings.

“Got that right,” Husk mumbles, annoyed, as you giggle at them.

“YOU THREE! ITS FUCKING MIDNIGHT!” Vaggie yells angrily looking as if you three just woke her up. “You better not wake Charlie up. Turn that shit down and go to bed!” Vaggie says before storming back to bed.

You and Angel head up to bed while Husk stays at the bar, saying he has a few more things to finish before he’ll head to bed. Although Husk doesn’t mind silence, he leaves the record playing quietly. The next couple of songs are slow songs, which doesn’t help as Husk is already tired. He ends up falling asleep pretty quickly on a stool in the corner of the bar.

‘Crap, I forget to get water,’ you think to yourself before heading back down to the bar to grab a cup of water. As you get closer to the bar you can’t see Husk; you assume he already went to bed, though you hear the record still playing. It’s playing Vigilante Shit now, one of your favourites. You knew the dance by heart. Looking around, you see Charlie had brought down chairs for the bonding activity tomorrow. With the chairs right there and the music playing, you just can’t help yourself. ‘No one’s here… it’ll be fine,’ you convince yourself. ‘Just the chorus.’

You stand behind the chair, in the middle of the lobby a good distance from the bar. As the music plays, you take a deep breath and let yourself just enjoy the music, flowing with it. You start to do the dance leaning forward seductively before standing again. You lift the chair before placing it back down with a thump, matching it to the beat of the music.

You must not have realized how loud the chair bang was as it caused Husk to jolt awake. He’s now alert as he sits up more, peering over the bar counter slightly, looking for where the bang came from. That’s when he sees you. Leg up on the chair as you roll your body before straddling the chair backwards slowly lowering yourself onto it.

Husk’s eyes widen, taken aback by the sight. You?! The quietest one here, the most reserved and guarded, doing a chair dance?! Remaining in the chair, not wanting to startle you, Husk stays quiet and watches. ‘Shit…you have a nice ass,’ Husk thought as he started growing hard. His tail starts to swish from anticipation.

You sway your body on the chair, side to side, front to back, before pushing your ass out as you stand while gripping the back of the chair. That did him in, he now noticed how hard he was. ‘What?! Why, why now?’ Husk thought to himself.

Husk had been around the longest out of everyone in the hotel. He had lived the longest life while alive, seen it all, growing up in Vegas and later traveling the world. He’d seen strip shows from all over the world and in hell, watched porn, but none of it excited him anymore. When you’ve seen it all, it starts to get old, becomes the same old shit. So why was he getting hard now? He hadn’t been turned on by this shit in years, so why you? His tail flicked in annoyance at this.

-Smash-

“Shit!” Husk swore, startled and irritated.

You quickly jumped off the chair turning bright red. “Husk…?”

Husk’s tail had knocked into a cheap bottle of booze when it started flicking, and the bottle was now shattered into a million tiny shards on the ground behind the bar. Husk knew you’d freak out if you knew he was watching you dance, so he lied.

“Sorry,” Husk says, standing, but making sure to stay behind the bar due to his… situation. “Something fell and woke me up. Hope I didn’t startle you as well.” Husk lies. “Did you need something?”

You sigh a breath of relief as you walk over to the bar. “I forgot to grab a glass of water before heading to bed… looks like you forgot to even head to bed,” you say, getting closer to the bar.

“Wait there, don’t come back here. There's glass and booze all over the floor,” Husk grumbles. Obviously, he tells you to wait there so as to not get hurt, definitely not so that you don't see the obvious bulge in his pants.

“You seem tired, if we clean up together it’ll go faster and–”

“No,” he cuts you off coldly. “Here,” he brings you a glass of water. “It’s late and Charlie has plans in the morning, so get some sleep. I’m sure Niffty will clean this in the morning. She likes broken glass.”

You nod before taking the glass of water. You head to the stairs before saying a quiet “Night, Husk”. He doesn’t say anything, just gives you a nod back, staying behind the bar until he knows you're upstairs. With that, he heads to bed hoping to take care of his… problem.

That night, Husk can’t help it as his dreams are filled with the memory of you dancing. How he wished he was in that chair as you slowly straddled his lap, lowering yourself down onto his already hard cock. How he wished his hands would grip your hips as you throw your head back, pushing out your chest. How your hands would grip his shoulders as you stood back up, pushing your ass out while you lean in to kiss his lips. How he’d love to take you right then and there, whether you’re in his lap or bent down gripping the chair. Him sliding–

“Fuck!” Husk's eyes snap open as he pants. “Shit…” Husk swore, knowing exactly why he woke up panting. He looked down to see his cock straining against his boxers, which now had a wet spot. ‘You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. What, am I 16 again?’ Husk thought, seriously annoyed by this.

After Husk took care of things and showered (with cold water), he headed down back to the bar as usual. Husk noticed the glass and spilled booze had at least been cleaned. He also noticed you with Charlie and the rest of the gang, working on the team bonding. Of course, you just had to be sitting on that damn chair for the exercise. Husk couldn’t concentrate now, remembering the dream he had. “Shit, shit, shit…” Husk was getting hard again, and it drove him crazy.

Over the next couple of days, anytime Husk saw you, he would get hard. No matter how many times he got off to the memory of that dance, he still got hard whenever seeing you, and it was driving him nuts. Despite trying to take care of his problems himself, it just led to him being more and more pent up.

“Is Husk okay?” you whispered to Angel. “He’s been in a terrible mood these past few days.”

“Don’t worry about it, Sugar, he just has his bow tie in a twist. Maybe you should go over and help untwist it,” Angel says playfully before walking off.

You think to yourself, trying to figure out what would cause him to be so agitated, before a smashing sound plays in your mind. ‘That’s right… Husk broke a bottle of booze. That must be why he’s so irritated,’ you think to yourself.

With a plan in mind, you head out gathering what you need before confronting Husk.

It was later that evening as you walked up to the bar with a bag in your hand. “Hey,” you say gently, not wanting to irritate Husk more. He just looks up at you as you sit at the bar, and he grunts acknowledging your presence. “Listen… I just wanted to say I’m sorry if it was me who startled you that night. I know it caused a bottle of whiskey to get broken, so here.” You take a small bottle of whiskey out of the bag and place it on the bar counter. “I’m sorry if that’s what’s been irritating you, I hope this makes up for it.”

Husk just blinks, surprised by your kind actions as he looks at the bottle of whiskey. “You didn’t have to, it wasn’t your fault,” Husk says. “Listen, that’s not why I’ve been so moody.”

“Oh?” you say looking confused, wanting to encourage him to continue speaking.

Husk sighs before deciding to just give in and tell you about what really happened that night. Maybe if he gets it off his chest he’ll stop getting hard every time he sees you. That was his thought process at least.

“That night you came down to get water… I saw you dancing.”

Your cheeks burn bright red, mortified from the thought of him seeing you dance erotically. “I-I…” you stutter, trying to say something.

“It’s okay,” Husk says in a more comforting way. “Just hear me out.”

You nod.

“That night that I saw you dance… I did indeed fall asleep behind the bar. It was when the chair banged that I woke up and saw you dancing. I couldn’t keep my eyes off you, watching the way your body moved perfectly with the song.” Husk sighed, looking around the bar to make sure it was empty. “Listen, I’m just gonna tell it as it is.”

You nod, face turning red from his words.

“When you were dancing… I got hard, and my tail started flicking which is what knocked the bottle. It’s been a long time since I’ve been aroused like that, and that night my dreams got out of hand. I couldn’t help picturing what it would be like if you did that dance for me. And it wasn’t just in that dream that I couldn’t help picturing it… it was anytime I saw you or let my mind wander. Every time, I’d get hard over that thought, and it drove me crazy. No matter how many times I took care of it on my own I still couldn’t get that thought out of my head. I guess I got pretty irritated from all that which is why I’ve been in a bad mood. Sorry ‘bout that. Maybe now that I’ve gotten it off my chest I’ll finally be able to move on from that thought.”

After hearing Husk’s confession, you just sat there for a moment, processing things. It was an awkward silence before you finally spoke up.

“Husk… would you like me to help?”

“What.” Husk blinked, confused by what you meant. There’s no way you could mean what he thought you meant, right?

What Husk didn’t know is that you’d always found him very attractive, especially after getting to know him more. You came to his bar pretty regularly and had opened up to him. He made you feel safe for some reason. It’s no surprise that you ended up developing some feelings along the way. Knowing Husk, though, the last thing you’d want to do is admit to having feelings.

“I think you know what I’m talking about,” you say quietly.

“I need to hear it from you,” Husk says bluntly.

“Husk, your dream was about me doing that dance for you, yes? I’ll do that for you. It would help to finally calm that thought, right?”

“Are you sure that’s what you want, though? I don’t want you doing this because you take pity on me.” Husk’s ears fold back against his head, irritated at the thought. As you notice this you lift your hand up before resting it on his cheek. His ears perk back up from the sudden touch as he stares at you.

“I want this too,” you whisper.

With that, Husk places his hand over top of yours that rests on his cheek. He moves your hand closer to his mouth and kisses it while maintaining eye contact.

“Let’s take this to my bedroom, then. I want you all to myself,” Husk says seductively as he holds your hand, guiding you to his room.

Husk’s room is what you’d expect from a typical older man. It was surprisingly neat and clean.

“Wait a minute, is that the Midnight vinyl over on your record player? Angel thought he lost it.” You giggle a bit before teasing him. “Guess not all music from my generation is bad, huh?” you say playfully as Husk gives a shrug.

“Guess I’ve had one of the songs stuck in my head recently.”

You laugh at this, knowing full well what song’s been stuck in his head.

“Plus, if you’re going to dance for me, you’re going to need music.” Husk says as he walks over to his closet and pulls out a folded up chair.

He sets the chair in the middle of the room before walking over to the record player. Vigilante Shit starts playing before he goes back to sit on the chair, giving you a sly smile. Your face goes red seeing him sit there, but you want this too.

The music reaches the chorus, and you start by standing behind him and the chair as you usually would. You place your foot on his lap with your leg up just as before, only this time, careful not to put too much pressure on his legs. His claws gently caress up your calf, sending a shiver through you. You keep going, though. This time, you put your hands on his shoulders instead of the back of the chair as you come around to the front. With your hands on his shoulders, you slowly lower yourself, straddling his lap before finally plopping down on beat to the music. You can feel it… feel how hard he is as you sit in his lap. His hands come up to settle on your hips as you throw your head back on beat with your back arching. You go to stand as that’s part of the choreography but Husk keeps you in his lap with a firm grip on your hips.

“Sorry gorgeous, but I think I like you right where you are.”

With that, Husk leans in and kisses you. It’s filled with desire and need, as if he was starving for so long, finally getting to eat now. His grip on your hips tightens the more intense the kiss gets. His tongue was rough and easily dominated your own. Your grip on his shoulders also tightened as you gripped his fur, trying to ground yourself. His hips bucked in response to you gripping his fur. You pulled back with a gasping, moaning noise leaving your lips.

“Can I take this off?” Husk said as he gently slid your shirt up a bit before stopping, waiting for a response.

“Please.” You nod eagerly.

Husk chuckles at your enthusiasm and pulls the shirt up over your head. “So gorgeous,” Husk purrs out as his hands travel down your now exposed torso. You lean in and place a gentle kiss on his neck. He purrs in response, running a claw under your bra clasp. “And this?” Husk says in a low tone.

“Yes,” you breathe out between the kisses you're leaving on his neck. He uses his claw to rip the back of the bra before it falls down off your chest.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” Husk says as his hands work their way up to your breasts.

He cupped both breasts in his hands and squeezed gently as he started to kiss and nip at your neck. He then switched to rolling each nipple between thumb and forefinger until they hardened under his touch. You couldn’t help lightly whimpering at the feeling. Husk kissed down your neck to your collar bone before making his way down to take one of your nipples into his mouth. He sucked hard on it while continuing to knead the other breast rhythmically with his hand. The sensation sent waves of pleasure through you.

You moved your hands from his shoulders to slide down his back before grazing his wings. Husk bit down as the feeling startled him. You winced a bit from the pain before he gently licked the spot he had bitten. “Sorry, I didn’t expect you to touch my wings,” he says as he switches to pay attention to your other nipple.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve asked first,” you say, pulling away from his wings.

“No, it’s okay, I liked it… just startled me, was all,” Husk says before latching onto your nipple and sucking it gently while biting at it.

You slide your hands down his back again before gently grazing some feathers. Husk’s hips grind up into you in response to your touch. He starts to kiss back up your body to your neck, biting as you grind your hips down onto his hard cock, craving friction. His tail swishes lazily behind him, brushing lightly against whatever part of you happened to be nearby.

“Husk,” you whine against him as your hips grind at a steady pace now “Need you… please.”

Husk rubs your back gently. “I know baby, I know.

Can you sit up slightly for me? I know you can,” Husk encourages.

You do so, lifting yourself from his lap. He’s quick to unbutton his pants and move them down just enough to get his cock out. You slowly sit back down on his thighs as he pumps himself a bit, smearing the precum over his cock. The sight of that right in front of you was enough to make your mouth water and pussy wetter than you thought possible. You were wearing a skirt, so Husk could easily feel how wet you were already through your panties.

Husk hooks a claw under your skirt before looking to you for consent. You nod, smiling, as he slides your skirt up instead of taking it off. “Do you care about these panties?” He says, not taking his eyes off them.

“No.”

“Good.” With that, Husk rips your panties as they fall to the ground, now in many pieces. He pulls you closer to him, guiding your hips to grind against him. Your slick was now coating his cock as it rubbed against your folds and clit, causing you to moan.

“Please, Husk,” you begged.

“Gotta make sure you’re ready… but from how wet you are, I’d say you’re more than ready.”

With that, Husk carefully helps to lift your hips, guiding them to line himself up with your entrance. “Tell me if it hurts, and I’ll stop, okay?” Husk says in a serious tone, making direct eye contact with you.

“I promise, if it hurts, I’ll tell you.”

With that, Husk helps to gently lower yourself onto him.

You both moan as his cock slides into you slowly. Being impatient, though, you fully sit down on his cock as it bottoms out inside of you. “Fuck!” Husk hissed from the sudden intense sensation. “Eager are we?” He said teasingly before capturing your lips in his. He kissed you as you adjusted to his size. He wasn’t overly big, but had a good girth and a few rough barbs that lined his cock. After a few seconds, you started to carefully move your hips. With that, he held onto your hips firmly, guiding your movements with gentle thrusts of his own. “That's it,” he murmured encouragingly into your ear. His tail curled possessively around one of your legs. He increased the tempo gradually, matching each upward glide of your hips with an equally forceful downward snap of his.

“Husk,” you moaned. “So good!” You breathe out as you wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face into it, lost in the pleasure and his scent. He started moving faster now, his hips slamming against yours with increasing urgency.

“Glad you think so,” he groaned out between clenched teeth as he struggled to maintain control. His one hand moved from your hip to stroking along the curve of your spine while his tail continued its relentless caress on one leg.

“Can’t take much more,” you whined against his neck. Husk's grip on your hips tightened as he heard the desperation in your voice, his own need threatening to overwhelm him. He slammed into you harder and faster now, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through both of you.

“Come for me”, he growled hoarsely into your ear. His claws dug painfully into the soft flesh beneath them, as he was on the edge, too.

Husk felt you tighten around him as you came with a loud moan, your orgasm pushing him to reach his own. He bit down on your shoulder to muffle his moans and to mark you as his cum filled you. He held onto you tightly for several moments afterwards, licking the blood from the bite mark, before finally collapsing back into the chair fully with an exhausted sigh. His heart was racing wildly beneath his furry chest as you leaned against it, panting. “Damn,” he muttered softly under his breath after regaining some sense of composure. “Gotta say, that was even better than my dream.”

“Speaking of dreams, mind if I stay here tonight… with you?” you asked, still resting against his chest fur as his claws now lazily dragged up and down your back.

“I’d like that.”

In one swift motion, Husk picked you up before carrying you to the bathroom to get cleaned up together. “Sorry if I was rough. You’re bleeding a bit,” Husk says before kissing the bite mark on your shoulder.

“Everything you did tonight was perfect,” you say as you ruffle his ears.

Once clean, you both made your way to Husk’s bed, as it was now 2am. You cuddled into his chest as he wrapped his wings around your naked body, keeping you warm but also protecting you.

Soon sleep consumed you both, as you slept peacefully in each other’s embrace.

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Notes: This was my first attempt at writing fanfiction so please be nice! I welcome feedback! Hope you enjoyed reading this if you made it this far❤️

#hazbin hotel husk x reader #hazin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel husk

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respectthepetty · 4 months

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I need to stress something somewhere. And I know you will be able to help or even help be observe but, I have a haunting feeling that in the clips we have of Mork reading to Day, is in the future and….Mork isn’t actually there anymore . … many reasons with the scenes set up but the main things for me is the fish. There is only one in the rank now in that scene. And the book marks in the book. 1 fish bookmark, the other an avocado? And their legs are covered with a blanket. So no 2 slippers of fish is shown……am I creating narrative things that are not there or seeing things wrong? it just feels almost a melancholy scene set up in front of the tank…… and I’m scared!!

What are your thoughts pretty please?!

Anon, I'm choosing violence first, then I'll be kind.

On Spanish TikTok, or as I like to call it Tea Talk, someone stated they saw the book's ending, and it ended with Mork dying and donating his eyes to Day.

The people of Tea Talk ripped that video to shreds. The comments section was not pleased with the mentiras (lies), and Indonesian TikTok even showed up in the fray with the actual book to prove the original poster was "Livin' La Vida Loca."

I don't know how this cookie will crumble, but let me remind you of two things:

#1 - This is GMMTV.

It gave us The Shipper in 2020 at the height of the pandemic, and I think it has been correcting that wrong since.

And it gave us Only Friends in 2023.

I wanted murder and mayhem. Instead it gave everyone happy endings except the slut because apparently he had too many "happy endings" and *morality* or some bullshit.

If you are watching Playboyy, it's what Only Friends could have been if Disney BL hadn't produced it.

I might sound salty (because I am), but I'm really just trying to emphasize that GMMTV wouldn't. Period. Full stop. GMMTV wouldn't give us a sad ending to a branded pair. It will kill a mom quick, but sad times for a branded pair? ¡Nunca! For example, how did we all know Palm x Nueng were gonna be safe and sound in Never Let Me Go? Our Skyy 2. Can't have Our Skyy 3 if it kills a ship now can it?

#2 - This is Aof

The director, producer, and screenwriter extraordinaire shot Pat (Ohm) on Christmas Eve.

He killed Papang!

Hell, he killed Singto before the series even started!

Mork (NOT GAWIN, NO!) got beat up and was hospitalized!

And yet, we got a happy ending each time.

The man wants to make use cry, but he has never ended with queer trauma to do so.

Which is why there are still two fish in that tank.

And I think the avocado is a shout out to Jimmy's love of them (because who doesn't love avocados, am I right?).

So as much as I do not think the reading scenes we keep getting are set in the present,

I don't think they are setting us up for a sad future, especially because Korea already did this trick.

If you watched To My Star 2: Our Untold Stories last year, you know that shit hurt, every, single, episode,

and because it hurt, we were too blinded by the pain to notice the happiness sprinkled throughout.

The happiness we were seeing wasn't flashbacks of their past relationship or even snippets of their current one.

THEY WERE GLIMPSES OF THEIR HAPPY FUTURE!

Korea gave us The Eighth Sense and Strongberry's Choco Milk Shake, both which had the perfect premises to fuck us over, and yet my only complaint was NO POLY!

If Korea can delivery happy endings, Disney BL can too (but not the kind it punished Boston for. Never those kind). It isn't Taiwan, and it certainly isn't Japan who is ALWAYS itching to give maximum pain. This is "soft power" Thailand, GMMTV, Aof, and a branded pair. If GMMTV brought out Gawin to get Krist and Joss back to kiss a homie, I greatly doubt it would tank the JimmySea ship for a sad ending (did you get the pun?). If there is one thing I can count on GMMTV for, it's to secure the bag. Sell merch. Sell novels. Sell a special box edition of the series. Sell the ship. That won't happen if this is sad.

Also, color-coded boys in love get happy endings.

It's science.

#last twilight #last twilight the series #mork x day #this ain't ending sad #GMMTV wouldn't #not even putting on clown makeup #GMMTV wants to collect the coins #and Our Skyy 3 won't make itself

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starz4jen · 7 months

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cologne song

paring: bf ! beomgyu ! and gn! reader (no pronouns used !)

plot ! your boyfriend beomgyu switched his cologne scent and he smells a little TEW good

a/n: that song by miss monaleo is SAURRRRR good, PLEASE listen to that song and cosmic love while reading !

cw: established relationship, yn being a crybaby, mentions of tiktok, slightttt mention of moa’s (only twice i think), pet names (baby and honey)

a/n pt 2: this refers to something beomgyu says !

genre: romance & fluff

wc: 0.1k

✩ ✮

it was midnight and you were up waiting for your boyfriend beomgyu to come home. beomgyu had been away on tour and he was finally coming home.

you were on the couch trying to pass time by scrolling through videos on tiktok but all that popped up was concert clips and edits of beomgyu, which you normally didn’t mind seeing but this time it just hurted a bit because you missed your boyfriend so much that even edits of him had you practically tearing up.

you softly laughed at yourself for crying over the edits of your own boyfriend but you couldn’t help it. you still kept watching them though you knew that shouldn’t if you wanted to stop crying. you continued scrolling through and you ended up finding edits of you and beomgyu which made you full on sob harder.

your relationship had been confirmed a while back. there were some moas who didn’t like it but most of them were very respectful and congratulated you both.

you finally put your phone down and cried out until you just couldn’t anymore. you heard the door unlock and open. that’s when you saw saw your boyfriend walk through the door with his suitcases. he was wearing the beanie that you and him had bought months before he went on tour.

“honey i’m home !” beomgyu joked walking to the couch. he immediately hugged you when he saw your sad face and tear stained shirt.

“what’s the matter baby ?” he said softly, his voice was full of concern as he kissed your head and held you closely to him. “i just missed you so much gyu.” you sniffled as you cried into his chest. glad that his finally home, that you’re finally back in each other’s arms.

“i missed you too, i’m home now.” beomgyu said while swayed you both back and forth slightly and kept giving you kisses all over your face and finally he kissed your lips.

when beomgyu kissed you it felt like the world stopped, like there was no one else but you and beomgyu. the kiss was gentle and passionate. you laid your head on beomgyu’s chest and just smiled softly at his warm embrace.

“you missed me that much that you had to cry ?” he said teasing you after making sure that you were okay. you rolled your eyes at him, knowing that he could see your face. “yeah. and ?” you said.

beomgyu tucked your hair behind your ears and gave you another kiss.

“i-“ kiss “missed” kiss “you” kiss “so much that i practically begged taehyun to cuddle me.” he said laughing. “and i’m guessing that went well.” you said laughing at him.

“it was awful actually ! he tried killing me ! and the others didn’t do anything !” he whined remembering the nights he asked taehyun to cuddle and got greeted with a pillow hitting his head instead of the cuddles he had asked for.

“then take me on tour with you next time.” you said jokingly. “really ?? because that can be arranged ! i could probably bring you onstage-“ he rambled on until you cut him off. “gyu baby i was joking, i don’t think moas, the members or hybe would like that.” you said laughing at him.

"moas love you! and so do the other members! but," he said, planting gentle kisses on your lips, "not quite as much as I do." as he continued to shower you with affectionate pecks, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by his love and devotion.

“you making me want to cry again! and i really don't want to cry again!" you whined, burying your face into his chest, taking in his unfamiliar scent. you couldn't quite place the type of cologne he was wearing, but it was intoxicating. the moment he walked into the room, you caught a whiff of it, and now, with every breath you take, it becomes even more addictive. the way it envelopes your senses, filling the air around you, is both mesmerizing and captivating.

‘this isn’t any of his normal ones’ you thought to yourself. you inhaled his scent one last time before asking. “what kind of cologne are you wearing ?” your voice was slightly muffled but beomgyu was still able to make out what you were saying.

yoi couldn't help but inhale deeply, savoring the intoxicating aroma that surrounded him. "it’s versace's crystal bright perfume," he explained eagerly. "do you like it ? i hope it doesn't smell bad to you." his concern for your opinion of his new fragrance was evident. words alone couldn't express the depth of your adoration for it.

“it smells amazing. i can’t stop inhaling it gyu.” you exclaimed with enthusiasm, causing him to burst into a fit of laughter. “well i’m glad you do, i just wanted to try something new.” he said shyly as he started to blush as you continued to compliment his new scent.

you know beomgyu had to put his suitcases up but you didn’t want to let go and neither did he. as he took his suitcases to your bedroom, you eventually let go and walked behind him. you couldn't resist the urge to wrap your arms around his waist, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort. you watched as he unpacked his belongings, carefully placing each item in its designated spot. the room started to feel more alive as his presence filled the space. you couldn't help but smile as you admired his attention to detail. as he put his shoes away, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement for the moment that you had waited for to finally come.

after beomgyu put up everything you both laid down and cuddled, something that you both were also missing. you played with his hair and talked about your day, sharing your hopes, dreams, and fears. As the night turned into moring, you found comfort in each other's arms, creating a soothing ambiance that enveloped both of you. time seemed to stand still as you embraced the warmth of of your boyfriend, the love and connection, savoring every second spent in each other's company. you both eventually fell into a deep slumber, in each other’s arms just how you both wanted to.

#txt fluff #txt x black reader #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu fluff #beomgyu crack #kpop black reader #kpop x gender neutral reader #beomgyu x black reader

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etherealgoode · 1 year

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Pairing: Melissa Schemmenti x Reader (fluff)

Word Count: 1,8k

Note (pls read): hey there! this is the first piece i’ve written after like three years of literally nothing. if this seems a little off and ooc it's because i suck lol, but i’ve been obsessed enough about melissa to try and write something again, even though it didn't come out as “melissa centered” as i first attempted to, pls be patient with me <:

I can't say no to you.

“Do we really have to go?” Melissa sighs for the hundredth time, clicking her earrings in place. “We could just stay in, watch a movie? I’ll even let you pick, and I won't complain about your poor choices.” She looks at you through the mirror, and though the offer is tempting, you don't cave.

“We promised Ava, baby. Besides, I’m sure it'll be fun!” You smile at her, your fingertips tapping your knees while you wait for her.

“I didn't promise anything, but whatever. I still don't know how I let you talk me into this.” She rolls her eyes, trying to act more annoyed than she is, but in reality she’ll do anything you’d ask her to.

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Two weeks ago, Ava walked into the teacher's room acting like she got the best idea in the whole world– and to you, she kinda did.

She got in contact with an animal shelter that has been going viral on TikTok and “offered” to make a few videos to incentive her followers to adopt puppies.

You knew that for Ava, this was just another way to become more popular and gain followers, but at the end it was still a good cause.

So when she asked if someone was interested in helping her out– “You’ll never get another chance like this in your lifetime,” where her exact words, you jumped excitedly to help.

Everyone was surprised to say the least, they all just expected Janine or Jacob to be the first ones to volunteer, but Ava was grateful you beat them to the punch. “Alright girl, that pretty face will get me lots of interactions. I’ll text you the details.” She winked at you before leaving the room.

The only person who was not thrilled about it was, of course, your girlfriend Melissa.

“Did you seriously agreed to help Ava out? Outside of class? For her own benefit only?” The redhead was still trying to understand what the hell just happened in front of her, Gregory being the first one to agree with her.

“What’s wrong with giving her a little help? Like you said, she's doing it mostly for herself, so I can be there to make sure the puppies can get a home instead of just Ava trying to look good around ‘em.” You shrug, not entirely lying.

Melissa scoffs, but ultimately decides it’ll be better to talk you out of this at home instead of surrounded by people who seemed equally excited about the puppies as well.

Back at home, she never, ever expected you to convince her to tag along as well.

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“What she doing here? I’m tryna get more followers, not cancelled!” Ava huffs, her hand resting on her waist as she glances at both of you.

“Ava don't be mean! Mel is here to help to the cause as well.” You defend her, though you're 100% sure she doesn't really need it.

“Trust me, I’m not interested in being seen in your stupid little videos anyway.” Melissa bites back.

“Your loss.” Ava shrugs, not really bothered. Finally, she walks you both to meet the head of the shelter before she goes to finish her whole set up of lights and everything.

You introduce yourself but, soon enough, your attention is taken away by the loud barking of puppies.

“Oh, Mel! Look at them!” You cry out, quickly kneeling by the dog playpen fence. The puppies are excitedly trying to get out to you, and you lean over to try and pet them all.

Without noticing, your elbow knocks against the lock and suddenly the small door is open, and the eight puppies you counted were running out of the fence and knocking you down. You couldn't stop laughing as they walked over you and licked your face, while the woman who introduced herself as Mabel tried to get them off you and into their place again.

You didn’t notice Ava taking a video of you, let alone Melissa sneaking her phone for a quick photo.

Mabel gets most of the puppies in, and you grab the last one while attempting to get off the floor. “Oh look at how cute you are!” You smile brightly like a child on Christmas, holding the dog close to you.

You glance at Melissa, whose smile can't be erased as she looks at you being the most beautiful human she's ever seen.

“That video is gold for my page.” Ava chuckles at the phone, and you look at her horrified.

“You were recording me?!”

“Why else did you think you were here?”

“Ava I must look awful–”

“–You looked cute.” Melissa interferes before you can finish your thought. She knows you can get a little insecure and anxious sometimes, always preferring to be prepared when someone is about to take your picture, but before you can go there she makes sure you know how perfect you are. “No one's gonna be looking at these damn dogs when you look like that, hon.”

Your cheeks instantly heat, hiding your smile against the dog’s soft furr before you put it down with the rest. “That’s not the idea. At all.”

A couple of hours later, when Ava was satisfied with all of the material she got and the puppies seemed way more exhausted, it was time to call it a day.

You helped Ava get cute shots of the puppies by playing around with them, and recorded her when she attempted the same. Somehow, you even got Melissa to pet one of them and you were sure Ava was going to use that in her favor.

Overall, it was a great day and you were sure the videos would help the shelter as well. You just wished you could take them all home and give them the love they deserved. If not all, perhaps just one?

“Oh I’m going to miss you buddy.” That little puppy you had held for a minute at first, didn't stop following you around, whining to get all your love and attention, and you couldn't say no to that golden golden furr and soft paws. This is what heaven looked like for you.

You glance up at your girlfriend, smiling softly at her with the puppy next to your face. “Isn't it the cutest thing you've ever seen?” You ask softly, not willing to let go just yet. Melissa raises her eyebrow and looks reclutantly at the can.

“Far from it, honestly.” You roll your eyes.

“C’mon, look at those cute ears, and that little nose! It's perfect.” You nuzzle your face against it, walking closer to Melissa and holding it at eyes level expectantly.

“If I say yes will you just put it down so we can leave? I’m already done with this shit show.” She crosses her arms, trying to look as unbothered as possible. But you are relentless, not ready to give up just yet even though you know what the outcome might be.

“Five more minutes, please baby? Just pet it a little, it deserves love as well.” You pout, knowing the redhead won't be able to resist for too long.

“Okay fine, but just once Y/N!” Melissa sighs, extending her arm to pet the puppy. Right on cue, the dog barks happily, making Melissa jump a little. Before it keeps barking louder, she carefully takes it in her arms to quiet it down and it surprisingly works, the dog starting to lick all over the redhead’s face instead. “That's enough. I guess it’s fine, done?”

You can tell Melissa is trying not to enjoy this, but the small puppy is really adorable and so excited to be passed around you two. You really want to ask the question, but you're not sure you’ll cope with Melissa's answer.

So, instead of asking, you hold the puppy in your arms and, like he knew what was going on, both of you look at your girlfriend with the biggest, brightest eyes you could muster.

“What? Why you looking at me like that?” Melissa squints, and Ava laughs behind her.

“Are you blind? The girl is dying to take that thing home.”

“Y/N, are you crazy? What are we even going to do with a dog? All they do is bark and shit all over the place, and do you know how expensive it'll be? You need food, and toys, and a leash, a bed that they’ll outgrown soon! Who will take him to walks so he doesn't shit all over our apartment when we're not there, huh?”

Maybe you don't have everything figured out just yet, but you will!

“Him?” You raise your eyebrows.

“His balls are right there, but that's besides the point! Did you hear everything I just said?”

“I did, baby. I hear you.” You say softly. The puppy– which is obviously a male, starts whining and lays his head against you, looking up at Melissa with big brown eyes. You take the opportunity and do the exact same thing, both of you staring into her beautiful green ones.

You didn't think she would crack so soon, so easily. But you guess she had been picking up on your energy the whole day, and how happy you were when you first landed eyes on the puppies. At the end of the day, she knew she couldn't deny you anything. The smile on your face was worth more than talking you out of the whole thing.

“I swear to God, if that thing ruins my couch, pees on my carpet, gets on my bed– he's out.” Melissa grumbles, though you know there's no real treat behind it, or at least you hope.

“First of all, it's our bed. And second, the couch is already wrapped in plastic baby, nothing will happen. I’ll make sure, promise.” You peck your girlfriend's lips softly, your smile growing against her. “Thank you baby, Rocco and I love you.”

“Rocco? You named it already?” She can't believe she's agreed to this, and she knows she can't back out, but that doesn't mean she won't fight against the dog a little; even if she secretly thinks he's cute, has thought so since you first held him.

“Of course, Rocco Schemmenti. It suits him, don't you think?” You smirk, knowing damn well you already have her.

“Shut up, he hasn't earned the right to be a Schemmenti yet.”

“And what about me?” Your free arm sneaks around Melissa’s neck, little Rocco laying between you two as the redhead’s hands rest on your waist.

“Oh hon, you were born to be a Schemmenti, trust me.” She finally gifts you one of her beautiful smiles, green eyes closing as you lean over to kiss her, laughing when Rocco starts licking both your cheeks. “Let’s take this thing home so I can show you properly.”

#melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti x you #melissa schemmenti #ava coleman #abbott elementary #lisa ann walter #wlw concepts #queer fiction #i love women #and im obsessed with melissa

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lovejosephquinn · 1 year

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Imagine this with me here, reader is going through tik tok and everyone knows that reader and JQ are dating and then reader saw a edit of the both of them “The way she looks at him, The way she looks at her” and it’s all the events and moments when both of them are all goofy, lovey dovy and everything [and the amount of times they look each other with love in their eyes, even though they have dated for years it still seems like they are teenage in love]. When reader saw that, her heart just melts and JQ was behind her and wrap his arms around reader’s waists saying “I’m glad everyone knows now that I’m only in love with you. And only you” ❤️❤️❤️😭😭 can this be a request please?

It absolutely can 🥰 this is so cute, I live for fluffy little blurbs like this

Thanks for your request angel, I hope it's what you wanted x

You knew your boyfriend wasn't big on social media and that was entirely his choice, however since you'd become public a few months back after 3 years of dating and keeping it sworn secrecy, you couldn't help but check up every now and then to see what people said about the two of you.

Some good, some bad. There were people that clearly weren't really that supportive of Joe and his happiness to say the least, the way some would slate your relationship or verbally threaten you for 'taking Joe away from them'. Others would be completely sweet, the actual fanbase that gave a damn and realised you were both human. You knew it was going to be a burn for most.

Since Joe had broken out into stardom, 90% of people fell in love with him. And who could blame them? He was pretty much perfect, to you there was nobody more genuine or real or no less chaotic than him, and you were the lucky one to capture his heart and oh you loved this man, with the entirety of your heart, body and soul.

Scrolling through TikTok, you laid on the sofa whilst Joe took a shower and ceased the opportunity to search your names for the first time in about a week. You'd recently attended an event together which saw you both photographed multiple times, the full PDA was captured between the two of you, shots of Joe holding your hand as you walked, the way he looked at you and the full twinkle in his eyes that just radiated pure warmth and adoration, the way he kissed your forehead when he knew you were anxious.

You came across a particular edit that played a sweet love song, the pictures of you and Joe that had been taken secretly in the street along with various events including your most recent images. The caption read. 'Good luck finding someone to look at you the way Joe looks at Y/N ❤.' You watched it multiple times, pausing on each picture to just admire the way Joe looked on them, your heart could've burst. After all this time, every time you merely even took a glance at his face, you'd fall in love over and over again.

Joe interrupted your thoughts, creeping up behind you and leaning over towards your head, bringing you out of your quiet and sneaky viewing and instead making you leap up from where you laid. "What are you watching love?"

"Do I dare tell you?" Joe had witnessed you upset a lot at the beginning from some of the comments made about you, so in a way he disliked it when you would go looking for it, it never stopped you and he'd come to understand that, but the more a little time had gone by you learned to ignore the hate and the good eventually outweighed the awful.

"Save it, silly." Joe gave you a comical stare, raising his eyebrows and putting his hands on his hips, you could see a small smile appearing on his face though, which made your heart rate slow down.

You stood up and moved over to face him. "I can't help it; I know you don't like it but I-"

"Baby, stop trying to explain yourself, your little giggle I heard when I came out already let me know it was good."

You passed Joe your phone for him to watch the video, a small content sigh fell from his mouth, the full smile you loved to see emerging. He passed your phone back to you and you leaned to the side, throwing it away onto the sofa, you found Joe's hands snaking around your waist to bring you back up to him, you retaliated by wrapping your arms around his neck as he leans down to plant a couple of loving kisses square on your lips.

"I love you so much, beautiful. I'm so glad we made this public when we did, now the whole world knows how much you mean to me and I'll never stop showing you off, I'll never stop giving you 110% every god damn day of my life."

You couldn't help but get teary from his words, nobody had ever loved you this hard like Joe did, and it showed.

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starrrbakerrr · 2 months

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Just reread the books as an adult and I must say as an adult it’s actually really hard to be nice about Gale. As a kid I was trying to be balanced and nice about the love triangle but as a grown adult woman I’m like “I don’t agree with your politics and also if any guy treated any of my friends the way you treat Katniss, I would stage an intervention”. And also Katniss never smiles around him 😞

I'm also doing a reread right now because I finally got hard copies of the books! It's going very slowly though lol

I really don't remember my exact feelings about Gale when I first read the books (I was in 6th-7th grade), but I don't think I ever liked him. I also remember hating how the movies emphasized the love triangle when reading the books it was obviously always Peeta.

I reread the books last March and as an adult I picked up so much about him. I think when I was young I was mostly anti-Gale because I loved Peeta/Everlark so much, but rereading as an adult I'm really able to specify what I dislike about Gale. He's just so... annoying.

On his politics, I'm actually a teeny bit sympathetic towards Gale because I don't think all the responsibility for Prim's death should be wholly on him. The severing of Katniss/Gale's relationship is so much deeper than him killing her sister. It's a plot point and dialogue that's been misinterpreted because of the movies. I think the way they presented it cheapens the story and it cheapens why Katniss ultimately chose Peeta.

Regardless, I can't help but dislike Gale. It is how he approaches his relationship with Katniss for me, and as you said how he treats Katniss. Whenever he speaks I'm annoyed. What bugs me is the entitlement he feels he has to Katniss. And some things he says give me the ick.

Knowing there’s people legitimately ship Everthorne is wild to me like 😭

Thanks for the ask!

(below is a tangent on the anti-Gale rhetoric. It’s a defense of one moment I think his hate is a bit too unreasonable so read with caution i guess)

I saw someone say on Twitter that Gale should be vilified for saying that killing people isn't much different than killing animals, and I think that person missed the point of that part in the book. And as some who likes literary analysis outside of my personal feelings for characters and ships, I kinda love that Suzanne wrote this. The dialogue:

“Katniss, it’s just hunting. You’re the best hunter I know,” says Gale. “It’s not just hunting. They’re armed. They think,” I say. “So do you. And you’ve had more practice. Real practice,” he says. “You know how to kill.” “Not people,” I say. “How different can it be, really?” says Gale grimly. The awful thing is that if I can forget they’re people, it will be no different at all.

In the movie, the line sounds brutal and violent and I think part of it could be delivery. In the book, to me, Gale doesn’t say that with confidence or with the belief that humans are dispensable, but “grimly.” And in the movie we don’t get Katniss’s inner thought that even though what Gale said was callous it’s valid because this is the world they're living in - a world that is violent and where Capitol citizens don’t see children as anything other then prey. These characters are extremely desensitized to violence and death. In Catching Fire, Peeta and Katniss curl up on the couch with a mug of warm milk to watch Haymitch's games like it’s a movie.

I think there are a lot of moments to dislike or have distaste for Gale, because I have many. But some of his hate goes overboard and people mostly on twitter and tiktok bc they see the movies as canon solely put the blame on an 18 y/o with immense trauma instead of the adult leaders who have never experienced life like him - Coin is from D13, Plutarch and Snow are from the Capitol.

And to call Gale worse than Snow and to excuse a lot of Snow’s actions, even making shit up about Snow like he cared and gave genuine condolences to Katniss about Prim, or say he didn’t murder Lucy Gray as a defense against Billy Taupe like the murder attempt isn’t just as bad, is seriously gross. I’m kinda glad tbosas and hunger games hype has died down on Twitter because the takes were increasingly getting worse and more illogical.

#anti gale hawthorne #but also #gale hawthorne #text #ask

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morallygreyyn · 2 years

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a rare opportunity (drunk!illumi x reader)

description: you had planned to have a relaxing evening in your new apartment when your friend and your crush stumble in blackout drunk. you thought your night was ruined but when a certain assassin can’t seem to leave you alone, maybe it got that much better instead. needless to say, hisoka is the best wingman you could ever ask for...

authors note: this was inspired by a tiktok i saw and also i’m a huge simp for illumi but the boy barely shows any emotion so this is probably a reach but keep an open mind and hear me out...drunk and emotional illumi...sounds appelling no?

warnings: does kissing a drunk person when you’re sober count as noncon?, implied noncon from hisoka, drunk illumi x sober reader

read part two here!

read part three here!

word count: 2.3k

requests are open!

The two boys stumbled into your new apartment, looking ever so slightly worse for wear. Hisoka, with many lipstick stains over his lips, cheeks and neck, and Illumi had a light flush on his cheeks, strands of his gorgeous hair falling in his face as opposed to being neatly brushed to the side like you were used to.

“What the hell happened and why are you both here?” You stood up, now incredibly aware that your two companions, who happened to be very very dangerous and skilled killers, were drunk and in your brand new apartment.

“You live in the city and this place is comfortable. Besides,” Hisoka drawled, grinning like a cat, “surely you’ll allow your friends to bother you every now and then.”

“More like every time I see you.” You grumbled, folding your arms. That’s when you noticed Illumi hadn’t moved, made a sound, or even lifted his head since he was dragged in. “Is he dead?”

“Would you like him to be?”

“It would be too much of a waste to kill someone as pretty as him.”

Hisoka hummed. “You take him then, maybe you can have a bit of fun.”

Ignoring the magician's wink, you edged closer to your friends, your eyes never leaving the assassin.

“Illumi?” You called. No response. You waved a hand in front of his face and had the same luck.

“How much did you two drink?” You were astounded as you had assumed these two fools would be unable to get drunk. You shivered at the thought of the state of their livers if it reached this extent.

“A humble amount.” Hisoka responded to your rhetorical question and you had no doubt that ‘humble’ meant probably the continent’s supply of alcohol. You noticed that he was still clutching a bottle of what looked to be rum in his free hand.

Deciding to relieve the magician of the dead weight, you wrapped your arm around Zoldyck's waist. Hisoka only let go once Illumi’s arm was hanging limply off of your shoulder, giving you the full weight of the poor man.

“Can’t you help me out even the smallest bit?” You grunted to the body next to you. “Surely all of your strength doesn’t disappear once alcohol is in your system.”

“I’m afraid he’s more alcohol than human currently.” Hisoka was clearly enjoying the struggle from his comfy position on your couch.

“Yeah I gathered.” You groaned as you shifted, trying to distribute the weight so you both didn’t collapse to the floor. Maybe it would be easier if you just carried him.

Getting a good grip on his waist, you pulled his body flush against yours which made it much easier to stay upright. You also weren’t complaining about the proximity.

The red head laughed, folding his arms behind his head. He knew all about the hots you had for Illumi and took every opportunity he could find to put you two in situations like this. If you were being honest, he was the best wingman you could ask for. “Having fun?”

“I would be if he wasn’t such a dead weight.”

“Hmm, you’re right. In that case, you ought to take him to your bed.”

“And just what will I do with him there?” You raised an eyebrow, knowing what he was implying.

“Whatever you like.”

“That’s deplorable.”

“That’s what makes it interesting~” He hummed, watching closely how Illumi had started to grip onto you, realising you were something stable to hold onto.

“Illumi?” You called to him again, seeing if he was more alert. His head fell onto your shoulder which you took as his response.

You looked at Hisoka, dumbfounded as to what was happening. He grinned and raised his bottle to you in a salute.

Sensing a rare opportunity to see Illumi maybe display some affection towards you, you nodded your thanks back to your favourite wingman.

“Have fun~” Hisoka all but sang as you began to take Illumi to your bedroom, the latter leaning his entire body weight on you. Maybe it really would’ve been easier to carry him properly than dragging him. “Tell me the details tomorrow!”

Rolling your eyes, you swiftly shut your bedroom door behind you and brought the drunken assassin to your bed. Setting him down, it was a wonder he managed to sit up.

“Are you alright?” You asked, bending down to peer at his face. From behind his dark tresses, you could see he had his eyes closed and if you hadn’t carried him in here you would’ve sworn that he had fallen asleep upright.

He had begun to sway slightly.

“Right, well, I’m going to get ready for bed. Make yourself comfortable.” Just as you were about to turn around for the bathroom, quick as a flash, Illumi reached out and grabbed your hand, roughly locking his fingers with yours. Gasping, you snapped your head back to face him, utterly shocked at this bold display, especially from someone like Illumi. This was the first time he had properly reacted since he had entered your apartment.

“Illumi, what are you doing?” You looked at your interlaced fingers, feeling an odd sense of warmth radiating throughout you. Without a word, he pulled you back towards the bed. Sitting next to him, you tried looking at his face however you found that was impossible as he kept his head down, hair shielding his face from view. “Illumi?” You asked again, softer this time. Brushing his hair back with your free hand, you noticed that his cheeks were still flushed and you wondered just how much alcohol the assassin had consumed to actually become as drunk as he was. A truly terrifying thought. Tucking a stray lock behind his ear, you brought your hand to his cheek. This caught his attention and he finally lifted his head to look at you.

Illumi’s usually wide eyes were half lidded as he stared at you brazenly. You were knocked breathless by how beautiful he looked. With the light flush causing his cheeks to glow, his compelling eyes, parted lips and messy hair, this version of Illumi was very quickly becoming your favourite. You suddenly wished you could take a photo so you could remember this sight forever.

You leaned in closer, fascinated with this side of him. His eyes widened ever so slightly as your close proximity but did nothing to change it. Was that a hint of emotion on his face? He looked strained, like he was thinking things that were entirely foreign to him.

Suddenly Illumi was leaning in too, looking for all the world as if he was about to start pleading with you. Is this what being drunk did to him? Made him show the emotions he either tried to hide or didn’t feel when he was sober?

With how close your faces were, it was a wonder that you managed to restrain yourself from closing the gap. You could feel his breath and his warmth and you entertained the idea of taking it further like Hisoka had suggested, however you quickly shot the idea down, not wanting to take advantage of Illumi’s drunken state. You may be messed up but you had standards.

But just when you had decided against it, the assassin did something you would never have expected. He closed the gap and kissed you. Pressingly his lips firmly against yours, he began to lean into you as if he wanted to be closer somehow.

He was desperate, you realised with a start. Desperate for a soft touch, a caress, a kiss, any kind of intimate moment he could get.

Running your hands through his hair, you kissed Illumi back with all the forcefulness that he was seemingly applying.

You forcibly pulled away for a brief moment to catch your breath and wonder if this really was a good idea. As much as you wanted him, he wasn’t sober. But as long as it was just kissing, was there really any harm in that?

Your musings were cut short when Illumi pulled you back to him, attacking your lips once more. He was a very inexperienced kisser and it was obvious that you were probably the only person he had ever kissed but you didn’t mind so much, feeling quite proud and possessive over that fact.

This continued for what felt like hours but in reality was probably only a few minutes until you were desperate for air.

You pulled away just to look at the drunken assassin again, marvelling at his beauty. Usually it really frustrated you that your affections towards him were often one-sided and unrequited, him never showing any particular interest towards you aside from not killing you whenever you made a move on the eldest Zoldyck sibling. However now you were starting to think that maybe he wasn’t as immune to affection as you had once thought.

“So do you like me or are you just doing this because you’re drunk?” You teased, absentmindedly stroking his cheek. Illumi had apparently decided that you had been apart for too long and captured you with his lips once more. You were a bit disappointed but you weren’t going to complain. You didn’t know if you’d ever get this chance again.

As tempting as it was, you had concluded that this was the furthest you were going to go with him in terms of romantic activities. However when Illumi shifted and you were suddenly straddling his lap, your resolution was tested.

Feeling the hungry slide of his lips and tongue against yours really had you questioning your morals.

Illumi shifted again and you both went crashing down onto the bed. You let go of the boy and outstretched your arms, catching yourself just in time to stop what was going to be a painful headbutt. It was at this moment that you realised that you were now looming over your crush. Both hands either side of his head, you had caged your body around him as if he were your prey. If you weren’t tempted before, you certainly were now.

Illumi’s hair spilled against the pillow like a black sheet of satin and he looked up at you with an expression you had never seen before. It was a mixture between confusion, wonder and desperation. He looked almost...pained. Pained in a sense that he was going through something that he had never experienced before and had no idea how to handle it.

“Do you want to stop?” You asked him, concerned for his emotional well being. Something you never thought you would ever have to worry about.

“No.” His voice was the same as it usually was, high pitched and expressionless but the fact that he answered still surprised you nonetheless. You thought that the alcohol had put a seal on his tongue but it seemed that wasn’t the case, at least for one word responses anyway.

Illumi seemed content to stick with what you had been doing, as anything beyond that was unfamiliar territory. You jokingly doubted that he even knew what sex was.

Illumi kissed you with every ounce of strength that he had and had you been anyone else, you’re sure your face would’ve been crushed. However you were you, and considering the fact that your closest friends were Hisoka and Illumi, you were without a doubt strong and the most you were going to get from this were bruised lips.

You don’t know how long you continued like this, time was lost to you. The only thing you knew was Illumi and air and that was about it. Until after a long while, Illumi suddenly lost his grip on you, his arms falling back down to his sides.

“Illumi?” You tapped his face, watching as his eyes snapped shut. Was he okay? You leaned in closer to make sure he was still breathing and when you realised what had happened you had to smother your laughter to avoid waking him. He was out like a light. It was actually kind of cute.

Chuckling lightly, you brought your blanket over the sleeping boy and settled beside him. Yes, you thought as you closed your eyes, drunk Illumi was your favourite.

…

You yawned and rolled over, not surprised to see the other half of your bed empty. However there was still some lingering warmth meaning Illumi had woken up not too long before you. Remembering last night's events and surprised that you had survived with all your limbs attached, you got up and walked out of your bedroom with a grin on your face. Shuffling your way into the kitchen, you found both Illumi and Hisoka bent over cups of coffee. Upon your arrival, both heads turned in your direction.

“Mornin’.” You hummed as you opened up the refrigerator and pulled out some juice.

“Morning.” Hisoka drawled, a catlike smile appearing on his face as he stared at you. “Have fun last night?”

“Loads.” You flashed a smirk back and turned to Illumi, who was adamantly staring at you, as if daring you to say anything about him last night that he wouldn’t like.

“What happened?” Hisoka leaned forward over the counter, looking back and forth between you and the stoic assassin.

“Well I played host to two drunken fools, one of which passed out on my couch, the other in my bed.” You sipped your drink, replaying last night's events and smiling to yourself, drunken Illumi still fresh in your mind.

“Yes, yes but I want details.” Hisoka’s grin matched yours. Illumi, expressionless as ever, put his mug down with a little more force than necessary.

Deciding you valued your life more than you valued gossip, you feigned innocence and shrugged your shoulders. “We went to sleep. Illumi passed out almost right away.”

Hisoka narrowed his eyes, not believing a word of it. Considering both of you were expert liars, it was easy to tell when one of you was lying to the other. Risking a glance at Illumi, you hoped Hisoka would get the message. Mercifully, he moved his head slightly in the barest hint of a nod. Tapping his long fingernail against the counter, you knew he meant that as a message. Later.

Your chance came when Illumi left the room for a brief moment, leaving you and the magician alone.

“Hey Hisoka?”

“Hm?”

“Get him drunk more often.”

#hxh #hunter x hunter #hxh x reader #illumi #illumi zoldyck #illumi x reader #hisoka #hisoka marrow #hisoka x reader #hxh chrollo #chrollo x reader #kurapika #kurapika x reader #feitan #feitan x reader #killua x reader #killua #killua zoldyck

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winds-0f-winter · 2 years

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The Editing of the Ending of Season 3 is Proof Byler is Happening

I’ll try not to bore you to death with filmmaking terms, but this is important and fascinating! I’m specifically talking about El’s reading of Hopper’s letter, and the scenes that focus on Mike and Will during it.

Editing is very integral to filmmaking; the director can make sure everyone does their jobs perfectly and that their vision for the movie comes to life, but if the editing is subpar, it all falls apart. Which brings me to the focus of this post - The Kuleshov Effect.

The Kuleshov Effect is named after Russian filmmaker Lev Kuleshov, during the 20th century he conducted an experiment on audiences that focused on editing in films. He wanted to study the audience’s interpretation of a character’s facial expression, and how that can lead the viewers to feel a variety of ways just by using a close-up shot of an actor and editing three different scenes right after it. So three different groups saw three different short films, and they of course interpreted his face differently! The picture below shows the original experiment:

This was a huge deal back in the day, it was an absolute game changer. It showed how important editing was in conveying emotions, ideas, thoughts and feelings of specific characters etc. Later on Alfred Hitchcock adapted this effect in his own way which consisted of:

A close-up shot

A point-of-view shot

A close up, reaction shot, as shown here:

So knowing all this, let’s finally dive into the Stranger Things season 3 ending. Even when I watched it for the first time I could feel something was “off” in a way, like the implication that Mike is solely focusing on El is not the real truth. The simple and yet complex reason being - the editing.

The camera is zooming in on Mike - a close-up shot of him looking back at the Byers’ home.

The very next shot - a close-up shot of WIll crying while looking out the window, the rearview mirror as he’s saying goodbye to everything he has ever known and loved.

And here we have the final shot of this sequence - a close-up of Mike hugging his mom (we all know which scene this one parallels).

So the editing is telling us a story that is a little bit hidden but right there beneath the surface nonetheless. This sequence would simply not make sense if Byler isn’t happening, why would they only focus on Mike instead of all of WIll’s friends? The editing is meant to convey that the feelings of anguish, sadness and loneliness are mutual. Directors use close-up shots to emphasize a characters emotions, and to show how and what the audience should be feeling. Couple that with deliberate editing and well, you get this repressed gay mess.

A byler theorist on TikTok made a video about this, although with way less film nerd language, it is enjoyable nonetheless.

#byler #byler proof #byler theory #byler analysis #byler is endgame #mike wheeler #will byers

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bluesylveon2 · 10 months

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vil and prompt 33?

Hi! Sorry for the long wait. It's probably not my best work but I tried. I hope that you enjoy the fic!

Prompt: 33. you’re a nobody actor who comes in for a chemistry read for the part of my love interest but we end up arguing instead of reading [maybe I like that about you and demand for you to be hired or maybe I’m annoyed that you spoke to me like that so I say that I don’t want to work with you and they hire you anyway]

Note: Modern au and enemies to friends (not lovers yet)

Word Count: 857

Warnings: not beta read, possible OOC characters (Vil is mean for 90% of this), and possibly inaccurate theater knowledge (I watched Tiktoks on it)

"Rook, I have a dinner to attend in less than three hours. Where is this magnifique girl you keep talking about?

Rook sighed as he checked his phone for anything. I apologize, Roi du Poison, but she is on her way. I promise you, she is definitely the one for this role."

Vil rolled his eyes as he touched up his lipstick. "Her talent better make up for her lack of time management."

BANG

The door swung open, revealing a disheveled girl wearing the most atrocious color combination Vil had ever seen, trying to catch her breath. Vil sneered while eyeing her messy appearance. This was so the so-called upcoming star Rook kept babbling about? The one who supposedly matched him? Vil could not hide his disapproved stare as Rook approached the newcomer with a hug.

"Ah, welcome, Madame Trickster! I'm happy that you made it safely."

The woman smiled and hugged Rook back. "It's good to see you." Her eyes looked over Rook's shoulder and landed on Vil's. "Oh my gosh! You're Vil Schoenheit!" She released Rook and ran up to Vil, who now had a neutral expression, and raised a hand to him. "I'm Yuu. I'm such a big fan of your work! It has inspired me so much to start acting!" She smiled, and Vil saw a golden aura coming off her.

Vil stared at Yuu's hand before reluctantly shaking it. "Yeah, it's nice to meet you." He turned to the beaming Rook with a haughty look. "Tell me exactly how you know this potato?"

Yuu's mouth opened in shock. The aura broke like glass, and she felt a vein popping on her forehead, "Potato?! I have a name!"

"I watched one of her performances as a minor character in a short film. Her acting was magnifique! A 10/10 performance!"

"I see. Well, I hope your acting is better than your fashion sense. That needs some work." Vil muttered to himself, but it did not go unnoticed.

"What did you say?" Yuu gritted while marching up to Vil.

Vil crossed his arms. "I commented on your looks, Potato. That's all."

Yuu saw red. "THAT'S ALL? THAT IS NOT ALL OF IT, MISTER! I have seen how you looked at me since I entered, and I don't like your attitude towards me."

Vil scoffed. "Your inelegance will not be enough to stand next to me. It would help if you worked on it more to do that, or else you will look like a speck of dirt on my shiny crown. In fact, if you want my approval, then prove to me your worth."

Yuu felt a fire growing inside of her. She stared at him like he was crazy. "I do not need your approval for anything! I KNOW I am worthy enough to even be in the same room as you because SOMEONE-" Yuu pointed at Rook for emphasis, "-saw my worth, unlike you. I can't believe I actually looked up to you when you are nothing but a spoiled, bitchy, prick!" She pointed the finger at his chest during the last part.

Vil narrowed his eyes while staring at the fire in Yuu's. "What did you say, potato?"

"I said. Fuck. You." Yuu immediately walked off, causing Rook and Vil to stare at her in shock.

"Where are you going?" Vill called out as Yuu opened the door.

"Anyware away from you." With a final middle finger in Vil's direction, Yuu was gone.

Violet eyes stared at where Yuu once was in silence. Vil felt the weight of his words crash on his shoulders after she left. He was used to people fawning over him, giving him gifts, or singing his praises. He had never met someone who talked back at him like that or called him names. Each word felt like a stab to his chest like he was the fair princess who got stabbed by the huntsman.

"Maybe I was too harsh on her…." Vil whispered to himself, a guilty look on his face.

"Did you say something, Roi du Poison?"

Vil sighed, "No, I was just talking to myself. I will go to my dressing room and sit down for a moment."

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A week later

Ring Ring

"Call from Rook Hunt."

"Answer it, Mira, and put it on speaker," Vil said while applying the nail polish coat. "This is Vil."

"Ah Roi du Poison! I wanted to share with you some good news!"

"What is it?"

Vil could practically hear the excitement coming from Rook's end. "I finally cast your love interest!"

This piqued Vil's interest, "Who did you choose?"

"Madame Trickster!"

If Vil was drinking something, then he would have choked right now. "YUU?"

"Oui! The chemistry was right there! Perfect for my movie! The banter, the passion, the love! It was all there!"

Vil's eyes went wide like saucers. "What?! Are you sure?"

Rook nodded, and his grin only grew brighter, "Oui! Oui! It was perfect! Just as I envisioned! It is perfect for enemies to lovers!"

Vil sighed as he set the brush down. "Rook, I need to ask you something."

“Oui. What is it?”

“Give me Yuu’s number. I need to apologize to her.”

Disclaimer: I do not own Twisted Wonderland and its characters. Those belong to Aniplex, Walt Disney Japan, and Yana Toboso.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twst x yuu #vil schoenheit x reader #vil x reader #vil schoenheit x yuu #thank you for the ask!#bluesylveon 500 follower event

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aristocratic-otter · 2 days

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Hey y'all! It's been a busy few weeks, but thank you all who kept tagging me since I last surfaced : @Iamamythologicalcreature, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @monbons, @thewholelemon, @cutestkilla, @hushed-chorus, @whatevertheweather, @prettygoododds, @blackberrysummerblog, @thehoneyedhufflepuff, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @mooncello, @rimeswithpurple, @emeryhall, @wellbelesbian, @bookish-bogwitch, @ic3-que3n, @shrekgogurt, and @cosmicalart

I've got a bit from everything to share today. Though the snippet from Cupid's Shield has technically been posted now, as of this morning.

And yes, I can count, I know some of these are more than six sentences. Do I care?

No.

Lol, I hope you enjoy!

From Saving Simon Snow:

Baz is dead to the world when I wake up. The clock on the dresser reads ten a.m., which surprises me a little—I can’t remember the last time I slept past seven (other than in my jail cell, where there were no clocks and sleeping was pretty much the only thing to do). It doesn’t surprise me, however, that Baz is still asleep. He’s always been sluggish and cranky in the morning. Besides, yesterday was…well, yesterday was a lot.

I’m still processing everything that happened, but my stomach tells me firmly that processing is far less important than eating, so I slip out of bed as quietly as I can, and dig through our suitcases for something to wear that isn’t sweated–through or jizz covered.

From the Heart in the Well

“Who are you?” I shout, and if there’s a faint tremor in my voice, it’s not enough for Baz or the unknown above to tell. (I hope).

The creature above doesn’t respond, at least not in words. Instead, it shakes its head and lets out a ringing neigh. It’s a horse! I stare, bemused for a second, before I realise that what I’m hearing isn’t a typical animal sound. Instead, the neighing takes on the clearly recognisable tone of…laughter. The fucking thing is laughing at us!

From Snow Fox

Fiona’s radiating pride. “Brave as a lion, just like his mum,” she says. “You’ll show that mangy Snow Fox what it means to take on a Pitch.”

I can’t help but imagine my aunt's reaction to finding out that Simon knows quite well how to take on a Pitch.

On my knees, whenever possible.

The thought prompts an unholy burst of laughter to try to fight past my lips, but I’m a master at containing my emotions. Even so, my lips twitch, but I manage to turn it into a polite cough.

From TikTok Dancer:

Snow paces at my side in silence with a pensive expression on his face, his hands clasped behind his back.

My curiosity about this man is burning inside me, and it churns sickeningly in my gut with feelings of betrayal and animal lust. I want him. I hate him. And I don’t understand him.

But the one thing I won’t do is be the first to break the silence.

From Stars, Flowers, and Children,

He starts breathing again, but doesn’t speak to me. Not at first. Instead, he rushes to pile wood on the fire and then fumbles desperately for his own fire starting kit in the pouch he carries tied ‘round his waist. I’ve turned to watch him, morbidly curious about how he’s going to react to my betrayal. And it was a betrayal, I’m not fooling myself about that. I knew that Simon desperately wanted a ship to come. I knew how much getting off this island meant to him.

And I denied him that.

From Cupid’s Shield:

I would have known something was wrong regardless from the way his smiles disappeared (even if he’d never smile at me, he smiles constantly at most anyone else, and I soak his happiness up vicariously every chance I get).

I was so disturbed by his misery that I was tempted to invite him home with me. I didn’t—my family would have eaten him alive—but I wanted to.

That early winter afternoon, we were all roused from the torpor of pre-holiday ennui by screams coming from the great lawn. I was in our tower room when it happened, and when I looked out to see a dragon strafing the lawn and Simon Snow running to face him…well, I didn’t think, I just acted.

I raced out of Mummers and climbed to the ramparts.

From my COBB project:

“Snow, what the fuck,” he says, his voice coming out as a wheeze because of the way I’ve got him squeezed under my own bulk.

“Shut up!” I snap. “You idiot! You nearly broke [redacted]!”

Baz stiffens under me when I call him an idiot, but when I accuse him, his muscles go slack, meaning I sink into him before I can stop myself. I swallow hard at how nice he feels against me, but then I tense up. This is beyond inappropriate.

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