#and ''oh my god you can't just ask someone why they're green'' in a mean girls voice

[unusualsims]

🛸

[t1oui]

going to school and being friends with percy jackson would be REALLY WEIRD so let's discuss it rq

he gets dropped off every day in his stepfather's car, which inexplicably has hoof prints on the hood?

the panic attacks... there's a lot of them, and nobody can even tell what's triggering them at this point

the old counselor disappears about a week into his first year at AHS (here's some cotg lore for yall) and is replaced by a weird lady who finds a way to bring percy up to every. single. student. who visits her office.

randomly disappears multiple times throughout the year

very very sea green eyes and a gray streak in his hair

once got out of the pool after swim practice and was completely dry (he insists it was a trick of the light)

the blue food obsession ofc

talks about his girlfriend annabeth all the time... even his friends are convinced it's a "my canadian girlfriend" situation bc he never calls her. he doesn't even have a PHONE

always carries around a pen in his pocket and even though it's just a shitty old ballpoint, NOBODY IS ALLOWED TO TOUCH IT. also he never uses it. ever.

every teacher has sent an email with their concerns about him to the counselor and when that doesn't work to his parents. the responses are always very awkward and vague

talks about his bio dad a lot... never explicitly negative but bro clearly has daddy issues lol

will sometimes randomly mention camp/war/gods and then brush it off like it never happened

absolutely vibrated in his seat the entirety of the greek mythology unit... told the teacher "a demigod named perseus fought ares once" and the teacher just assumes he means the og (aka the one he's named after)

that one upbeat popular guy everybody knows absolutely nothing about, his friends included

they probably have a spreadsheet with all the info they actually DO know about him

finds a way to brag about his mom in every conversation no matter how irrelevant... his friends are used to it atp

everyone's so used to seeing him smiling and laughing that when, say, he catches a younger kid being bullied, it's actually terrifying to see how angry he gets. everybody in that hallway gets chills

there's something off about him and nobody can tell what. that's just how he is

sometimes weird people in weird outfits are hanging around the school and they're ALWAYS looking for him.

every time someone asks what college he's going to he gives a different answer or straight up avoids answering so nobody actually knows

(if he says a school and someone is like "omg me too" he changes his answer right then and there lol... he's like "oh nvm i forgot i'm actually going here my bad" and the person is so confused)

nobody ever sees him working on college applications but he complains about having to do them all the time... bro is like "yeah i had to go through a sewer system but at least my girlfriend and my best friend were there" and his friends are like yo HUH

never explains anything he says

presentation night presentation = all the shittiest things my family has done and he's laughing about it but wdym your aunt kidnapped you and gave you amnesia???

sometimes he's getting fed up with a teacher or another student and a pipe randomly bursts in the school. like it's weird how often his anger ends in a plumber being called when he's nowhere near the problem

where everyone else is excited to watch a movie and chill in class, percy complains through the entirety of hercules - not just "oh this movie sucks", more like "god hercules is such a dick, idk why they made him chill in this movie"

the weirdest part is how, when percy complains about zeus being a good dad in the movie, it starts thundering outside

nobody can keep track of how many schools he's been to at this point... there's a whole section of the spreadsheet for this

when percy's friends finally meet annabeth they are SHOOK bc they truly did not think this girl was real

alright i can't think of anything else but if i DO i will add on later

[pooks]

time to nag about my headcanon "Percy has Seer powers" and why that is a great idea

first of all, a little clarification; this isn't common knowledge to the younger siblings. only Arthur, Molly, Bill and Charlie knows. they kept this secret after Fabian and Gideon Prewett died

this implies that they died to protect Percy, who was just this tiny toddler who had absolutely no control over what he could See

the result is to keep his Seer powers secret

some background info; Percy's Seer powers is a rare gift that is apparently passed down from the Black side

Cedrella, aka their paternal grandmother, had it and has taught Percy how to use and control it. that's why Percy had a more closer bond to his granny than the rest of the family.

Arthur did not inherit it, but one of his brothers did. unfortunately, his poor brother is dead (it's not Billius, but someone else cause Arthur had three brothers accourding to the wiki) because he rather die than to let himself being caught by Voldemort and used as a tool.

while he doesn't understand Seer powers too well, Arthur respects it and is trying to be supportive for Percy.

also at a later point, Percy had 1 Bad Incident™ involving his Seer powers and it slightly traumatised him enough to not try to use it again

he takes divination in his third year for two reasons; 1, he also want to achieve 12 NEWTS like Bill. 2, he wants to understand his weird future-seeing power.

Oliver, his roommate (oh my god they were roommates) finds out by accident and keeps nagging him about the future Quidditch match results. Percy refuses cause that's SPOILERS

and now ONTO THE FUN STUFF

Percy can look far into the future, but he settles for the fun stuff

he occassionally makes references to memes and vines

his siblings doesn't understand them at all

at least until they're all adults with families in the future

and they be like "YOU KNEW"

and Percy just smiles innocently even though he absolutely isn't

Harry and Hermione aren't safe from Percy's Seer Shenanigans either

everytime Hermione is working with a crossword, Percy's eyes flashes green for a moment and when he opens his mouth, Hermione hits him with a pillow cause he was about to reveal the answer

Harry asked Percy once if his Seer powers was why Fudge promoted him. Percy simply smiled and said "yes, that was the reason. but the idiot didn't realized that i tricked him all the time and sent him on a wild goose chase."

aaaaand some Ministry shitshow stuff;

HEADCANON TWO; PERCY MADE LIFE SOUR FOR FUDGE AND THE IDIOT NEVER REALIZED IT

ofc Percy would be petty af once he figured out Fudge only wanted him because of his Seer powers. which means the fucker looked at the classified information in his personell file. Percy is obvs mad about that, but it's too late to tell his family about it and he decides to be an absolute menace about it without being caught

"getting caught means that you weren't smart enough to get an escape plan"

Percy takes full offense of being treated like a tool instead of a human with rights

he burns several draft-ups for the "updated law for underage magic" because they're fucking awful and he knows the bastard wants to ruin Harry's education. that also means he would ruin his baby siblings' educations.

he also burnt the suggestion papers about giving Azkaban prisoners the dementor's kiss without trial.

the law suggestions about banning human rights for werewolves, wizard hybrids and squibs also got BURNT INTO ASHES

Percy: I decide the future now. >:)

Scrimgeour makes an early bird appearence cause Fudge can't find the law suggestions anymore and he was the idiot to not keep copies.

after investigating privately, Scrimgeour finds out that Percy burnt them up and this madlad explains why.

suddenly Scrimgeour fully supports Percy and says his late uncles would be proud. bonus: Scrimgeour simply says to Fudge that he can't find things that may be gone forever, it's sadly "lost media" now.

Percy, getting the idea from the twints, orders dragon fertilizer (it's dragon dung lol) subscription from norway's dragon research center and sanctuary and sends it to Umbridge, using her forged signature

he's careful to not get caught, so he looks into the future (a bit at the time, though)

feel free to add some of your own ideas/suggestions/headcanon about Seer!Percy Weasley :)

[ferociouslycreativemystery]

Doctor Who (1996) reaction

My hopes were for this to be quite cheesy and a little bit shit, and it turned out to be supremely cheesy and quite shit, so I'd say that was a good reason to watch the movie. I mainly wanted to see what the 8th doctor and his TARDIS looked like in action after listening to the big finish audios, so I got what I came for (plus a little bit more). On to the actual 'live' reaction (spoilers, obviously):

The time vortex looks really good!! I love how organic it feels.

Yeah, I suppose you would describe that control room as gothic. Not quite the way I'd imagined it though, a bit more stripped back, mechanical and certainly much larger and more open than I thought. I do recognise the Meccano pillars/cage around the console. He's got an armchair! Of course he's got an armchair.

The first five minutes are certainly very 👁️👁️ eye centric

Ah yes, the US. I knew that would feature heavily. Wow that's a lot of guns.

SDFHALFKHA WTFFF that death is the goofiest thing I've ever seeeeen

So we're in "the future" are we? New year's 1999! I'm about to be born in 3 weeks :)

Water snake.

BRILLIANT companion introduction (I'm assuming that's her?). The poise? The valour? This is the sincere commitment to drama that modern cinema is too cowardly to pursue.

They're making this regeneration soooo difficult for him fkajhhfa I'm loving it

The morgue guy is fantastic. So sorry but you're about to lose your marbles my dude.

Okay nvm he's actually watching Frankenstein, in a morgue, during a thunderstorm, on new year's eve. He's asking for this.

Das him!! 🫵

Idc if the dead guy just kicked in your big metal fridge door, that reaction is not befitting of that tiny little thing wrapped up tight in a littol blanket SKGNAFKAF the Frankenstein parallel is Hilarious. Sir that is a baby. Why are you fainting

Why can't movies commit to visuals this hard anymore I'm actually getting mad. Where in an active hospital do they have this apocalyptic wing you ask? I don't know, but don't you think every major hospital should be required to have a bad vibes room to attract the evil spirits and let the psychologically unstable see themselves literally reflected in their broken surroundings? This could be our future if you're not a coward.

hmmm... there's a green haloing effect behind the Master's head when his eyes go green the first time. Wonder what post production process created that artefact? I want to look into that later.

OOOOHHH THAT CLOSE-UP OF THE CLOCK!!!! IT'S THE SAME AS IN RORY'S HOSPITAL IN THE 11TH DOCTOR'S FIRST EPISODE!!! REFERENCE I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WAS A REFERENCE!!!!! (or maybe that's just what hospital clocks look like idk. It's a reference in my heart anyway. Also it's extra special to me cause I know it from this video, which is the reason I've wanted to make fan edits since I was 12.)

She's even called Grace?! Perfection 👌

He's gonna get in the elevator with her isn't he? YES YES HE IS. Oh god he's so weird <3333

Pulling that thing from his chest was genuinely unsettling to watch 🥴

I saw someone say in a post that they thought the 8th doctor was Like That because of his regeneration being interrupted. I think I agree entirely

DKSJHGSKDHG even the tardis doors don't look the same on the inside. What a mindfuck. Wow that thing is HUUUUUUUGEEE. (edit: wait I think the inner doors were different for the 1st doctor as well? Maybe others too? Then no one came in immediately pushing the doors wide though, so it wasn't as jarring. You could imagine there was maybe some kind of gap between them since they opened in different ways.)

*squeal* he's ADORABLE (That's just what getting a good pair of shoes feels like though!)

"The cloister room" are you FUCKING kidding me 🤣 okay there's the gothic look I was missing—bats an' all! Is this where he keeps the error bell?

Did the audition process for the Doctor mainly consist of pained grunts and moans? I mean he does do them well, would check out if that were the case.

And there's the kiss, already knew about that one as well.

Those are some Crusty glass effects.

Things are just happening now. Guess we're on a bike?

"I'm half human" and I'm entirely sure canon never meant anything on this show (are the writer(s) aware this isn't Star Trek?)

Just gonna skip over the fact that the master slimed up all those men pointing their guns at him real quick I don't need to know how that happened (why is he goo?)

The cop drove into the TARDIS! And straight out again! Fantastic!!

THE CEILING CAN BE SEE-THROUGH I WAS RIGHT! Really neat feature I like it a lot 👀

Oh no we're breaking the 180 degree rule 😬 that's so jarring

Grace NOOOO

Going heavy on the jesus symbolism what with first emerging from the death cave and now that spiked crown-vice thing aren't we? Also with the butchering a fish right as we arrived in the US. Was this written by an American or just heavily tuned for an American audience? (edit: the writer is British and has a history with the show, so probably just over-tuned for the American market appeal. They were trying to get the show picked up over there iirc.)

The hospital clock is back! :D

Okay maybe don't put your main actor in a device that doesn't allow him to actually act? Just a thought.

This has too much physical confrontation for doctor who 😂 Unless the choreography can be done in a single take by a guy in his 50s (50s?? I thought he was older) wearing frills, I'm afraid it just won't compute.

"Life is wasted on the living" What a... line.

And there's magic fairy dust of ressurection now too? Canon really does mean nothing. Oh thank god they just hug.

Also apparently this doctor is ominously all-knowing? Yeah, definitely going heavy on the jesus symbolism.

Unnecessary final kiss.

And that's it!

Thoughts: It's fine. Loved the cheese. The romance added nothing, the Master had no personality (they turned him into the terminator 😭), and the Americanisation is rampant in more ways than just the jesus thing. It lacks much of the genuine passion and respect for the unknown that carries the rest of the show. The Doctor knows a lot of stuff because he loves exploring and finding out there's more to learn, not because he's god. There were flashes of this here and there, but it didn't carry the story.

My pet theory is that this is a common thing when comparing British and American stuff. Like with Ghosts: in the British one, they're all just stuck as ghosts because fuck them ig and there is no clue as to the rules. The point is they're all just trying to make the best of it, and how they succeed or fail in doing that. But in the American one there has to be a System, and figuring out and finding your purpose in that System is what makes you happy—and that's when you 'die', cause you've nothing left to live for then, have you? Apparently they have a 'go down' as well as being 'sucked off', which just reinforces the apparently cosmic importance of Rules (I didn't watch that far though).

Anyway, I really liked the beginning, as is often the case with stuff I watch lol. Probably the reason I love Merlin so much is that it all just feels like one long beginning, so that I can make the story what I want when I want it in my mind.

I'll give this movie two out of five stars ★★☆☆☆. Would recommend to weirdos and bad movie enjoyers. I am at least one of those, so I enjoyed it well enough!

[oolathurman]

whenever i get super restless i start looking at housing options in my area. don't ask why, i don't have an answer. but. please look at this place with me.

3 bed, 2 bath, 1080 square feet, with a 2 car garage, for $500k in Los Angeles. Don't know how nice the actual neighborhood is tho. Anyways.

the front entry/living room. grimy as hell. i'm not necessarily seeing any cracks which could mean poor foundation and given how ugly this house is, built in 1976, i feel like any bad foundation issues may've shown themselves via cracks by now? idk tho. i just watch a lot of flipping shows, what do i know?

that said, the interior pix remind me of that video of someone picking up a piece of uranium and the radiation doing funny things to their phone's camera. so. a little concerning there.

my fav part tho? the kitchen.

in all its neon green/yellow glory.

unsure if the wall where the stove would be is showing cracks or smth else tbh. the ceiling's kinda hilarious with the tray ceiling and two (count em, two!) recessed lights. Also i doubt that even a good DIYer would have trouble trying to salvage those cabinets, looks like they don't close properly. and where the hell would i put a fridge or dishwasher? before the little half wall that separates the kitchen area, but after the neon green indicates the start of the room? i guess those lil half walls can be torn down tho since they're not supporting anything, so maybe that'd work? could put a dining table in front of that window at least, if that's the case.

the previous residents must've gotten a good deal on paint or smth cut it's everywhere. guess they had no more money after putting down what looks like. vinyl wood-look floors? no idea what this room is tho, i assume a bedroom but the gieger counter screaming in pain is making it hard to tell.

i guess it's technically???? zoned for a bedroom? but i thought a closet's supposed to have a door or smth? idk shit about cali zoning laws tho. i guess you could put some sliding doors over this tho. still can't tell if that flooring is vinyl or actually like. parquet. or both. probably both. you see that light that's falling off the ceiling? and is that a mirror above the closet???

what is up with the perspective in these photos, they make the ceiling look like it's--- wait no it's actually at an angle, oh ok that's. god these photos are sure something. same with the paint. also i think this is AT LEAST the third kind of flooring we've seen, after the tile and the parquet. unknown if the first bedroom is a different-- wait no. this is four different kinds of flooring. in one house. what bargain bin leftovers did these people find....

continuation of what i can only assume is the primary/master suite. y'all see the pain chipping at the bottom left of that wall? i can't tell if it's water damage or just paint or-- what the fuck is up with the real estate agent's phone camera. anyone who buys this place is going to need to get the place tested for chemicals or some shit. also what the fuck is up with the framing of the closet? why's it all separated???

oh and i didn't show yall the garage earlier!

were they trying to put some kinda flooring down? it isn't clear. what's up with that wall on the right of the image tho???

i'm guessing it may have been an unpermitted or a former room in the house? with what looks like tile and with the window being so high up, was it some kinda bathroom???? what's going on here???

[duck-in-a-thrift-store]

Alright guys here's the first room closeup (+ headcanons/notes), by popular demand:

~Mike & Will's room~

(Plz don't judge my choice of wall art I pretty much just picked it bc it matched the wallpaper colors and there weren't a lot of good options)

Ok so design details

I know yall see that blue and yellow, and the green in the middle. All very intentional. The bed w/ the yellow blanket is Will's & the one w/ the blue blanket is Mike's. They sit on the rug when they're having their little heart-to-hearts that the rest of the party never seem to be a part of for "some reason"

Also, these boys wear a lot of fuckin stripes, so. Blue and yellow striped wallpaper? Green striped rug? Idk man it was screaming byler what can I say

And then there's a record player or whatever on the dresser between them, bc as we all know Will is a music guy and Mike lets Will do whatever he wants even if that means keeping him up listening to his favorite song all night bc he'd never forgive himself if Vecna somehow got Will bc Mike made him turn it off*

*So, to explain what that's all about: after his repeated failed attempts with Max, One went after Will next bc y'know, lots of trauma, easy target, etc (at least that's what the mf thought, I'm pretty sure Will lowkey has powers or smthn)

(This happened before the start of the au btw so it's just sort of background info, it might be mentioned but it won't be happening in present)

But anyway Will almost got Vecna'd and it was partially Mike's fault bc they got in a fight, Mike said smthn stupid and Will ran off, we know the drill (Mike still blames himself for it even tho they made up & Will forgave him and is fine)

Mike kinda lost his shit, honestly I'm thinking in his terror he pushed El too hard to save Will (when she was already doing her best obviously bc that's her brother) and that was part of why they broke up bc even El realized he cared more about Will than her- Mike is pretty much the only one who doesn't know yet lol

And they all survived obviously but now they're both kinda extra paranoid about it and even though they've moved far away and One hasn't followed them they still worry that some day he might track them down, so they fall into a (compulsive) habit of playing Will's favorite songs on repeat

(I'm not giving you his fav songs bc first of all I can't even decide my own fav song and also it just feels really presumptuous like that's too personal of a thing for me to decide for somebody else. I take music very seriously & very personally ok. Funnily enough tho I am listening to "should I stay or should I go" at this very moment)

Anywho, moving along

That desk by the door is mostly used for coming up with new campaigns they don't want the others to spoil (it's ok for their roommate to have insider knowledge that's not an unfair advantage or anything and besides it just can't be helped y'know? /s) no but they do collaborate sometimes and they work so well together as storytellers that the others find it lowkey unsettling (Dustin and Lucas are used to it tho)

>tw: vaguely suicidal themes?

Someone, not thinking I guess, makes an offhand joke about them being on the ground floor so they don't have to worry about Mike jumping out the window, and Will, who somehow hadn't ever actually heard the whole "quarry story," asks what that's supposed to mean and then they very awkwardly have to explain and he's basically like "oh my god what the hell that's not fucking funny why would you joke about that" and for a while after learning about it he's extra conscious of any self-deprecating/self-sacrificing type shit Mike says

Also they have "crazy together" written somewhere in the room no one else will see it. It's uncertain where, or whose idea it was, or why they did it, but they did. Probably to sort of make the room feel more like it was claimed as *theirs* after having to move to a new house far away from familiarity, and as a reminder to always be there for each other when times are tough

[heeheesang]

xoxo cupid crush

ep. 11

made up?

"hey, are you attending our performance later..?" juyeon asked as he came up to me beside my locker with changmin.

"i have to suppprt right? i wouldn't miss it for the world... how's class?" i asked as i accompanied them to their dance lesson.

it's been almost a month or so since i've left dance class and i've never been more focused in my studies. it's been lonely without sunwoo, i admit i kinda miss him, but it just makes me so annoyed whenever i see him.

"class is nothing without my co-chairman. promise you're coming later on?" changmin said, pouting and holding my hands. i nodded and smiled at the way his dimples showed, "of course, changmin. i promise."

"how's things between you and the sun?" juyeon asked as they both started practicing for their dance.

"i've never talked to since since that day, i just can't bare to see him. even in classes."

"he talks about you, you know? he cried to me, talking about how he misses you and how he shouldn't have done this and done that." juyeon agreed to whatever changmin had said.

"doesn't look like it in class! he's having a fun time talking to yubin everytime and distracting the whole class."

"jealous?" yubin suddenly came out of nowhere and we all rolled our eyes, just when i thoight i escaped her.

"why would i be? just know that if you break sunwoo's heart or anything, you're dead meat. i may not be talking to him but if i see him crying, i'm coming after you." i threatened her.

"i'll see you guys tonight, all the best for your performance ju, min." i bid my goodbyes before heading back home to rest and change.

i put on my headphones and played my favourite song, putting it on the loudest volume and scrolling through instagram while waiting for the traffic light to turn green. a post of sunwoo and yubin popped up... wow they're really close...

once the green light flashed from the reflection of my phone, i crossed the street but was pulled back onto the side walk by someone and a car zoomed past me. i took my headphones off, getting ready to thank the person.

"be more careful next time..." his voice rang in my ears before i could even turn around.

i was going to walk off when he pulled me back again, "yeongji... can we please talk..?"

"i'm sorry do i know you? if i don't, then there's nothing to talk about."

"yeongji, c'mon.."

"i have to go."

with that, i ran off home with tears brimming at my eyes. why did i say that? i didn't mean to say that... was that too mean? i mean, he should've seen it coming right..? once i got hoem, i started changing immediately.

i was wearing a vintage white dress given to me by my grandmother and a black shoulder bag. we all met outside the school gates and walked to the auditorium together, getting a few drinks and getting a table.

"yeongji..?! haerim..?! yujin..?! oh my god! you look so good!" juyeon and changmin complimented and we got shy, "thank you~ you both look great as well. where's sunny?"

"i'm here!! you look so good yeongji!! juyeon, help us take a picture!" sunny pulled me off my chair and posed with us as we took the picture. i was going to go back to my seat when i felt something cold with my back.

"oh gosh! i'm so sorry~ i must've tripped~"

oh my fucking god.

"oh my— fucking god. you did not."

"i said sorry~" yubin smirked and fist bumped her little minions.

"you little motherfucker, i'll show you what's sorry!" i was about to punch her but almost everyone was looking at us so i held it back. plus, i was wearing a dress and she wasn't.

"what? can't throw a punch? how about another?" she took her friend's cup and dunked it on my head, the liquid was rather thick. it was fucking syrup.

"oh? you gonna cry? what about this?!" she took out a bleach bottle and was going to throw it at me when someone held her back.

"yubin!" sunwoo yelled in her ear and the girls ran to my sides immediately upon hearing sunwoo's scream.

"sunwoo... i... i can explain!"

"there's nothing to fucking explain. i thought you changed. you said you would stop messing around with my friends and i after you got that dance spot."

"she threw water at me!"

"you fucking bitch... you're not even wet!" haerim was going to rip her hair off but yujin and i held her back, we all know how feral haerim can go after taking those taekwando lessons...

"apologise to yeongji."

"no, what the fuck?? she deserves it! you should be with me! not some slut like her!"

"what the fuck, did you call me?" i asked, grabbing a cup full of peach tea from the side and pouring it over her head, "a fucking slut..? you say?"

"you bitch." she threw a punch and sunwoo pulled her back by her hair.

"i didn't even fucking care about you, i thought you really changed. now fuck off my friends and i before i rip your wig off."

the crowd gasped, a wig?! she quickly ran off with her minions and sunwoo went towards me, i took a step back. he quickly grabbed my chin and gently pushed my head to turn and looked at the bruise from the punch, "c'mon, i'll help you."

i was holding on to yujin and haerim but they pretended i wasn't holding them and let my hand go, letting sunwoo have more advantage. but when i didn't move from a spot for quite some time, he picked me off my feet and carried me bridal style to the first aid room.

"ouch.." i winced when he pressed a cold pack onto the bruise.

"i'm sorry, yeongji..."

i kept quiet.

"she made me... 'kick' you off the team and we had a deal. if she got the spot, she would leave us alone but clearly... she didn't. i really missed talking to you, i missed hugging you, gossiping with you, studying with you, and even sitting next to you in classes." he said as he checked my arm for any other bruise.

"i know." i said, wincing when he accidentally pressed too hard.

"changmin and juyeon told me, you cried about me." he cursed under his breath and let out a small laugh before agreeing.

"let's make a deal. no more making new suspicious friends and let's stay together. like we always did," sunwoo said and i agreed, we sat down for an hour talking about whatever and he waited for me outside the ladies room to clean off my hair. he even gave me his jacket to cover the back stain of my dress.

"i missed you so much."

"me too."

ep. 10 | ep. 12

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[redpool]

ECLIPSE

RILEY MY BABY

RILEY MY LOVE

how do you expect me to be mad at that?

his neck, oh my god

yuckies

ew stop

I don't want to see that.

she said no.

SLAY CHARLIE

YES, CALL OUT YOUR CODEPENDANT DAUGHTER!!!

I mean yeah, but like why are you pushing this so much?

no shit

Jesus fucking Christ.

ANGELA MY LOVE

don't be a bitch

see what I mean! new hair style every movie.

codependant

RUN EMMETT RUN

GO JAZ GO

oooo Emmett v Paul

why are you acting like I give a hoot about Jacob?

smh

EMBRY!!!!!

GASP LEAH MY LOVE

shut up

leave her alone JaCoB

oh god Seth is 15

for fucks sake

oop

eyeroll

RILEY

RILEY MY LOVE

what's that crest on his bracelet?

the brown/black eyes make me uncomfortable

god, i need to learn the fur colours

lol

'doesn't he own a shirt?'

please stop.

HURL

BABY SETH!!!!

LEAH MY LOVE

EMBRY MY LOVE

PAUL MY LOVE

I want to hear more of the tribe's stories, they're more interesting than this stupid love story.

fucks sake Riley

shes only a baby

what the fuck

ew

oh shit.

pfft

scoffs

dude

stop telling her how she feels.

eyeroll

hurl

barf

DUDE

lol

Em

Rose, my love.

Rose, my baby.

*jaw clench*

ah ok, so she didn't drink from them she just killed them.

RILEY!!!

DEMETRI!!!

JANE!!!!

ALEC!!!

FELIX!!!

RILEY!!!

go Jess!

ANGELA MY BABY!!!!

EMBRY!!!!

you can't apologize for forcing a kiss on someone

oh my fucking god

i'm going to shoot my self

BABIES!!!

MONTAGE!!!!

HA

ew, stop flirting

lol

this scene gets me every time, she's petting Taylor in a green suit

Jasper backstory!

BaTtLe ScArS

why are we just letting him get away with that

We really need to have a chat about the whole confederate soldier thing

ew

aw Jaz

awe

awe

oh my god

woah

how can you not see that this relationship is not normal?

*snort*

oh my fucking god, don't you start.

exactly FUCK LOVE TRIANGLES

polyamory is a thing you know

brOTP

ew

i'm gonna go get water, and not pause the movie

he said no

HE. SAID. NO.

oh my god.

glasses are coming off.

i am blind

don't you get mad at him, he said no.

oh, my fucking god.

oh, my god, Edward Cullen on Bridgerton.

look at him, he's so happy!

little Ry-Ry why can't you see that you're being manipulated?

stop, stopping in the middle of your sentances.

yeah, it really looks like it

lovely

oh my god

he's only a baby.

good one

I'll give you that one, it was funny

shut up

eyeroll

I fucking hate you

oh my god, just date both of them

now kiss

just kiss already jeez

SETHY MY BABY!!!

eyeroll

oop

exactly

tbh i feel really bad right now (for jacob)

ew, never mind

you are literally engaged; you've been engaged for like 2 days and you're already cheating oh him??

what the actual fuck

no fucking shit

"I don't know what happened.' YOU LITERALLY FUCKING ASKED HIM TO KISS YOU?!?!

woah

punch him so hard his head came off, that was so cool

thx Jake

whos that? was that Paul? WHO IS THE GREY WOLF!?!?!?

i swear Riley, if you hurt that baby, i'll forgeet that i like you.

oh, she remembered the Tribe's story

LEAH NO

hey Jane

Paul, Embry, Leah, Seth my loves

sorry i stopped paying attention, i was learning the wolves fur colours.

not everything is about you Edweird

[idrawsometimes]

are any of you in a relationship? or have your eye on someone?

"Hylia and I are... something. I'm not entirely sure what. It's different for gods."

"Zelda and I are dating! I love her so much."

"Zelda is really pretty... I'd like to... but it's complicated. Green likes her too? And maybe Red? They're being unusually quiet about it. I don't know how she'd take it..."

"Malon and I are engaged. Zelda is... it's complicated. Zelda and Malon are also complicated. It's just very complicated. Malon and I are happy together, though. She's wonderful."

"I... I had a girlfriend once, but I fucked that up. A lot. Zelda has been open that she has feelings for me, and I... but I can't. I'm just... she deserves better."

"Zelda and I are... I actually don't know! We might be dating? If we're not, I hope we will be soon."

"I happen to be dating the most wonderful, beautiful, incredible person of all time- Me! No, I'm joking, it's Hilda. She's so great. I'm so lucky."

"I've been meaning to talk to Zelda, but now we're on this adventure... I'm pretty sure she likes me. And that she's been flirting with me. But I'm not sure. I hope so. Wish me luck, whenever I get back to my time!"

"Tetra an' I are partners! Romantically? Maybe! Who cares! We might also be buddies who kiss! She's my best friend, that's what's important."

"I had... something. With Midna. I think she also had something with Zelda. Now Zelda and I have something? If we ever see Midna again, we've agreed to ask her to date us both, which would be nice. Gods, I miss her."

"Oh, yeah, I'm with Paya and Zelda. They're both at home right now, while I'm out time travelling. I hope they're doing well."

"A lot of people have their eyes on me. I've been kind of a recluse since the war ended... I don't know how Zelda keeps finding the time to see me, or how she does it so discreetly. She's absolutely the best thing in my life."

"Zelda and I are dating! But not publicly. Some kid and the Princess... might not go over super well."

"WHY would you ask me this? Yes. I have my eye on someone. Or I THOUGHT I did, until it turned out it was identical twins pretending to be one person! What the hell do I do in this situation??? They have both hit on me, separately. I think I might be in hell. Godsdamnit. They're both so hot."

"Not really! I'm not super interested in romance."

"I'm ten."

"Zelda and I are partners, yes."

"Mipha and I are in a relationship. We want to get married, but... that might not be a good idea right now. And I keep thinking of Zelda... I know I couldn't be with the Princess of Hyrule, even without all the other factors, and I don't want to hurt Mipha by asking about it, because I love her! It's just... it's unfortunate. I'll get over it."

"I am unsure if I have ever felt romantic attraction towards someone, as I am not sure what that would feel like. I have a theory, but this theory distresses me, so I would prefer not to expand on it unless absolutely necessary."

[cellarfulofnose]

We Were Talking About the Space Between Us

prompt #98. flower power!

(I know I said I'd write a different prompt, but this one was bouncing around my head and I had to get it written out. Hope it tides you over until I get back to requests)

At first, George is angry and hurt that Paul won't trip with them. What's the point, if they're not going to do this together? He knows, now with more lucidity than ever, that a good thing is meant to be shared. If Paul can't see that, he needs only to expand his consciousness, and there's no better way. But he's too obsessed by control--to hear John tell it, anyroad. Can't bear not having his wits about him, giving up control for half a minute and just being.

John, by contrast, is more than happy to explore this wonderful new world with him, all the wicked twists and turns it has to offer. It's so much better with him, too. When they sit together, minds split open, George is sure he's never met someone who can talk about gods and souls and bodies and music the way John can. They connect on levels George wouldn't have thought possible. After a few months, he's not upset with Paul anymore. He feels bad for him for a while, but when all the resentment has faded, he starts to feel a little smug. Paul can't do what they do. He doesn't have what they have, not in his wildest dreams. Soon he stops thinking of Paul altogether when they trip.

Until one day, he does.

He remembers something Ringo said to him, after that party with Mick and Marianne and company. Helping Paul get over an insecurity. He'd scoffed when he heard it, but now his brain is inviting him down paths he hasn't thought to follow. There's something he's been meaning to ask John, in that vein. And with his thoughts coming and going like a river, he doesn't want to forget. Why? becomes Why not? John will probably say no, anyway.

"Yeah, sure," says John, only slightly slowed by the LSD, his smile hazy but full of color.

For some reason, that gets George smiling so wide it hurts his ears, and he almost misses John's instructions. Hold your nose. Hold your breath. Don't even breathe in.

That's it? Piece of piss. He'll have it down pat in no time.

"Ready?"

George nods, though he doesn't know what he's saying yes to, and then John's pulling his head toward his chest, burying his face in his lapels. George's nose sinks into the fluffy, feathery trim of John's outrageous jacket. The feeling is very green, and somewhat sharp, triangular. It tickles. He laughs.

"Breathe," orders John, and gives a huge sniff to demonstrate. George obediently inhales, and right away, the tickle is enough to make him laugh again, so itchy he can almost hear it. It's hard to inhale while giggling, but he manages. He nuzzles against the trim, and everything's green now, vernal green-yellow. John can feel it, too--somehow, he knows this; John can feel everything that's happening to him. The fantastic tickle. The way his breath suddenly leaps in his chest...Oh.

"John." It's thin, frail. He can't quite get enough air. But each time he gasps, it's as if the floor beneath them, the whole room is shifting--gasping. "I think..." he pants, "I'm gonna..."

"Hold it," John sighs, sounding equally out of breath, "hold it."

George doesn't want to move. He keeps rubbing his nose into John's trim--is it fur, or feathers? It makes him feel bigger, fuller, but hot with urgency, like he's barreling toward something huge and shattering.

But he can't, he remembers with crushing clarity. He's got to stop it. He gasps, again and again, the last one pulling him away from John's jacket. The ground is shaking. Just as he's certain the earth is going to explode, he clamps a hand around his nose.

"--'ptsschhhw!"

For a split second, everything goes static-white. Then George is spinning dizzy, like the floor just tipped to the side. God, that was...rapture. He was born again, like a star, in a flash of light. No, wait--fuck, he wasn't supposed to do that. He was supposed to hold it in. But John felt it too, right? Surely he couldn't fault him for that, not for something so pleasurable...

John huffs a sharp breath out through his nose, looking intensely uncomfortable, his face pinched. "Don't--" he begins, but coughs in the middle of it. He swats at the air like he's trying to bat away smoke. "Try not to--do that again. If you can."

He doesn't sound angry at all; in fact, he sounds pleading. Something's wrong. Green fills George's peripheral vision, covering the walls and floor, climbing all over them. "Why, what's--"

"Please, the..." John waves his hand, gesturing between them. "...the flowers," he manages, just above a whisper, and instantly George sees. They're in a garden, lush with rainbows of different buds. Each petal bowl is mostly closed, some loosely enough that he can see a slice of their golden center. They look heavy, almost drooping on their stalks. When he sighs in wonder, a strong wind ripples through the garden, and every flower trembles--just a bit more force, and they'd burst right open. Erupt in petals and pollen.

But that would mean, just now, when he--shit, he'd blown it right at John. That's why John looks so uneasy, he's trying to breathe through a faceful of pollen. "Sorry," George blurts, "I didn't mean to..."

"It's okay, 's just..." John's breath catches and he touches his nose, delicately, like it's something fragile. "You couldn't help it, 's just, I think...I think you better not do it again."

"Yeah," George agrees, and he means it. He won't.

That is, as long as the flowers remain undisturbed. "I think you'd better not, either," George adds, and John nods dejectedly. All right. It won't be easy, but they can do it.

Only...

George feels what John is feeling. Everything that John is feeling. And right now, John (and by extension, George) has a very, very itchy nose. This isn't good. George doesn't like this at all. "Um--" When his voice comes out thicker than he'd hoped, he has to clear his throat. "I sh- I should go."

"What?" John looks horrified. "No, you can't, you can't leave me here..." He grabs both of George's hands, as if to physically stop him. "Not alone with the flowers, George, Christ..."

George's stomach turns with guilt. He knows he can't do it; John wouldn't stand a chance. But just looking at John, just hearing his voice waver, watching his nostrils redden and twitch, all of it's nudging George dangerously close to the edge of another sneeze. "I know, but I...I feel it from you, it's your nose, and I don't think I could hold it back, I feel like I'm...like I'm gonna sn--"

"God, don't say that," John begs. His hand flies up to pinch his nose as his eyes screw shut, turning far enough away from George so that he doesn't have to look at him, but it doesn't do any good. His breath is coming in fluttering gasps that make the flowers sway and dance.

"Please," whispers George.

"I'm...trying--!" John stammers, then convulses forward into his hand. His whole body rocks, but there's no sound--almost none, just a smothered noise in his throat, contained in his head. He takes a shuddering gulp of air and lurches forward again, twice more, squelching two more sneezes into near-silence. The flowers squirm and bulge...and stay closed. Both of them sigh heavily, relief mixed with exhaustion. "Sorry," John snuffles.

George can't answer, isn't even sure his voice would work. It must be the smell of the flowers that's getting to him now, and God, there are so many of them; sharp red ones like tongues of flame, perfect pink tulips, blue bells, fat clusters of lilacs. Pretty ones and ones that don't look quite right, that swim and spiral if you look at them straight on. If they all opened at once...Jesus Christ. John still hasn't recovered, and no wonder. George can feel vividly, electrically, that holding back brought him no relief. Might have worsened things, even, denying himself release like that. Denying them both. George doesn't think he has the strength, if it comes down to him.

"Fucking hell, John." George buries his head in his hands, pawing at his eyes and nose. He's so itchy. He just wants to flush it out.

"I know, all right? It was your..." John sniffles, "brilliant idea..."

George catches a glimpse of the tears welling up in John's eyes and whips around to look the other way, but the damage is done. He feels it already. There's nothing else in his head. The fucking state of them, twitching with little stuttery breaths, eyes and noses weeping. It's all too much. "Just one," he prays.

"No--"

"I can't stand it, John, my nose, I've got to..." George's breath hitches, but not just his. He's part of something so far beyond him, and he can see traces of it now, the deity that breathed life into man's nostrils, gearing up for a sneeze on a cosmic scale. He can't stop it--he doesn't dare.

John cries out in warning and claps both hands over George's nose and mouth just as he sneezes, like a cork forced into the mouth of a bottle. George doesn't know which way is up--he can't breathe, he's going to sneeze again--he buckles forward into John's hands, stifling the explosion.

He did it. Just like John told him to.

John must feel George's smile of triumph, because he breaks out in a grin too. But he must be feeling more than that--they're still linked, after all, and this time, there's nothing stopping John from gasping a sudden, sharp breath and sneezing down at the floor.

"hheH'TChhew!!"

In perfect synchronicity with the deity. And with the room around them, George realizes, as every flower sprays a fairy-dust shower of pollen into the air, gold and glittering. A white rose turns sniffly pink, a few lilies of the valley seem to drip.

"Jesus wept," John sputters, tearing his hands away from George to shield his face with his jacket. George yanks his collar up over his nose and starts to cough. The flowers cough too, and the deity's eyes are fluttering closed again, pinching tightly shut...

In retrospect, George can't say how long it lasted after that. Whether it was hours or just a couple of sneezes back-and-forth between them. But when the garden's just a carpet again, they're exhausted, panting for breath, their noses running all over their clothes.

John clears his throat a couple times. "Could do with another dose."

"Yeah," says George, and they bustle into the kitchen in search of the tea.

John brings it up a few days later ('Anything good?'), and by then George has forgotten the finer details. Something to do with the beauty of nature--and cripes, was it beautiful. That he remembers clearly. Oneness with the divine, how they're all connected, your pain is my pain and that. Discipline over one's body. Paul bristles when they talk about it in front of him, which for some reason John keeps doing. George knows it's petty, but maybe it'll get under his skin and he'll decide to join them next time.

Still, maybe it's for the best that he hasn't decided to yet. George rather doubts he would've survived the garden.

[snugglebuddyhan]

Saw people talking about things they've never done in warframe and wanted to list some of mine

20 things I've never done in the game as a legendary 3 player with over 3K hours:

1. Other than the quest I've never done one of Kahls missions. I remember reading about it before it was released. I anticipated it so much I literally counted down the days and when it dropped my reaction was pretty much "oh....." it just didn't excite me the way I thought it would. I love Kahl as a character, but his missions are probably the most anti fun thing to be implemented into the game. The only thing that could maybe persuade me into doing them one day is the ephemera, but I wouldn't count on it

2. Never attempted to fight the tridolons by myself. Am I capable? Yes, but eidolons in general don't interest me enough to want to fight all 3 of them without a team, especially after ranking up with Onkko and buying all the arcanes. I'm worn out and over it. Plus, the whole night cycle system is annoying and is another contributing factor. I don't like timed farming or having to try and remember while I'm busy with other things to check when it's night time and usually by the time I remember to check the day cycle is just starting. So, screw it. The eidolons as a whole are a pretty cool concept tho. I mean, giant sentients? They're like the titans of the plains. We're ants to them. The size difference is actually amazing and for someone who is megalophobic fighting them can be both equally terrifying and exciting. I just hate the way de decided to execute the whole thing. Makes it less desirable to do imo

3. Never reached the level cap. I do a lot of steel path endurance runs on Ani for fun, but it has never crossed my mind while in there to try and fight long enough to reach the cap. First, it takes a while to reach it and I don't have that much patience. Second, I don't trust that the game won't crash or my lan cable won't decide to randomly disconnect resulting in me loosing everything and third, I just don't see the point in doing so other than maybe the bragging rights that come with it. I do a few hours and then I dip and restart if I'm up to it

4. Never stayed long enough in the index to fight John Prodman. It only takes an hour, but I just really hate the index. I'm always ready to leave as soon as I spawn in and 9/10 people make the process more boring than it already is with all the rhinos running around hoarding points. Just green globes everywhere you look. I know why they do it, but it's not my preferred play style. I don't really care too much about efficiency, although often times the whole hoarding process makes the missiom longer than it should be anyway. I just want to have fun if I'm going to be there and GOD forbid you don't follow their plan. I've been cursed at so many times and have been witness to other players who are just trying to help being called slurs that I refused to go back in for a very long time. The index is more toxic than it is being on a try hard tridolon team. You're basically given no freedom to play. I'm not a bot and neither is anyone else on the squad. The most I'm willing to do if asked is to not roam the map if I'm the host. If people want to play by a certain strategy maybe they should consider using the recruiting chat instead of throwing temper tantrums like a little child. Meta mentality is an illness

5. Never gone past zone 8 in eso. Literally no point. I just rinse and repeat

6. Never manually put together a K-drive. I rarely use them to begin with, so I don't see a reason in trying to make one of my own. If and when I decide to use one I just use the infested one, bc it looks the coolest. No other K-drive aesthetic comes close to beating its design

7. Never attempted the conclave. Saw that it was pvp and said no, thanks. Pvp makes my anxiety levels shoot through the roof. Adrenaline runs so high I can't even concentrate. It's not fun to me and anxiety is something I already struggle with every waking minute of my life. No need to make it worse

8. I have never attempted to max out all the schools. I think I have 2 left. I tell myself to just get the farming over with, but I loose interest as soon as I go to buy the lenses. It's not a hard process. All I have to do is put a lense on Sayrn and farm eso or just simply do my usual things and my focus will build up over time, but I just can't be bothered for some reason

9. I do sabotage missions and find caches for fun, bc I'm a glutton for treasure hunting, but in all my 7 years of playing I've never gotten nitain as a reward

10. Aside from ranking them I've never equipped a hound or moa as a companion. Their designs are cool, but they don't serve that much purpose to me

11. I've never used a specter. Actually, never even built one

12. I have health restores (the ones that instantly restore all your health) in my gear wheel, but have never used one

13. Never built the smoking body ephemera, bc I can't be bothered to farm the ash piece I need. The circuit made it easier to obtain, but I don't care for it therfore I don't pay it any mind. If he's there for the week I'll never even know it

14. Never played with an incarnon weapon. I know how good they are, but they don't interest me right now. I don't care too much about power. I have weapons I like that get me through whatever I'm doing with no issues and I'm content with that for now

15. Anytime I need standing for my syndicates I just do whatever and let it gradually fill up instead of picking missions off the syndicate tab

16. Never used traps to capture a cephalon target. My focus and ability to follow their movements while scanning them is pretty good, so no need

17. Never picked a spy fissure even if it was the only mission in the tier I was wanting to run

18. Never said anything in the region chat. I just sit back and mind everybody's business

19. Never played the shawzin

20. Never subsumed all my base warframes. I only subsume them when I have a need for their abilities. There's no harm in just getting it all over with, but just like a few other things on this list, I couldn't be bothered

[taliah-tezel]

"Probably not. Oh my god, let's swap perfumes," she cackled, knowing that if they both smelt like each other instead of themselves, it was bound to confuse at least five of them. "Did he never want to? Go into the medical field, I mean. He could have been the head of a whole department by now, or quite possibly sectioned and in a sponge room, depending on how frequently he talked about the lizard people." Taliah chuckled, eyeing her fresh strawberry daiquiri with big heart eyes and a thank you, why? Because Ben, the barman, had placed not one, but three strawberries across the rim. "I love your crazy, it matches my anger perfectly. It's like, even if I pop off and I'm in the wrong, I know you'd be there to support me as if I'm right." That's just what true friends did, in her opinion. Sure, they might call them out on it later and in private, but in public? Nope, if a friend was to argue that the sky was green and the grass was blue, she'd be all in with the support. Girl code.

“No, I get it. He’s your friend, and you’re happy for him…you just want some of that support to be reciprocated. Nothing wrong with that.”

Rowan's words resonate with her as she realises that's exactly how she felt, what she wanted. "Yeah, exactly." She nods. "I don't need him to be his biggest fan, but what I took from that one conversation was that he didn't care to consider that there's a human being with a good heart behind the leather. But I mention Theo and obviously, he's the exception, and it's all Cole's fault he's a part of the Son's, etcetera etcetera." Taliah scoffed, lifting up a hand and taking a breath. "I'm done. I'll revisit the topic with him at some point, but until then, I'm done talking about it, it makes me want to punch someone in the throat." Taliah offered a soft smile, lingering in silence while she took some generous sips from her drink, and munched on a strawberry with a pout.

"What a fucking baby," she taunts, "Come on, we get drunk we won't even feel it. Well, actually, I guess what I should be asking is, if it was guaranteed not to hurt, would you want it? Is it something you'd think was pretty? ... Is it something Jensen would think is pretty?" A waggle of her brows and a smirk, she knew if she couldn't sway her, she at least had her there as support. "I dread to think what did run through your head," she snorts a laugh and follows it with a shrug. "I promised Reina I'd do it. And I want to. I just need to be very drunk, and because I want them both doing, I need you there. If the first one hurts I'm going to try and bolt, don't let me." Taliah can't help but laugh. "On the upside, you will get to see my titties, and they're really nice, so lucky you."

“Honestly don’t know that there’d have to be a whole lot of planning on our part,” she quipped back with a laugh as she reached for her drink. Raising it to her lips, she smiled softly as they lingered on Riley and his beautiful mind. “He probably could,” cure diseases, that was. At least, that was what she chose to believe. When it came to him, she’d tell anyone who asked that her brother could do absolutely anything, because she’d never once run out of faith that he could. Snorting softly into the rim of her drink, Rowan shrugged a shoulder, “Get that from my ma,” she drew another sip and then set her drink aside, turning to glance at Taliah, “I’ll take it though– someone’s gotta be the crazy one, might as well be me.” Nodding, she couldn’t help the soft smile that tugged at the corner of her mouth, “Spot on,” she agreed, knowing that the love of a good woman could accomplish quite a lot. Gabe was just proof of that. It went without saying that both of them were happy for Gabe, but Rowan could understand why Taliah had put some distance there and didn’t fault her for it, “No, I get it. He’s your friend, you’re happy for him…you just want some of that support to be reciprocated. Nothing wrong with that.” Rowan just hoped that for all their sakes, maybe Gabe would come around. Smiling warmly, she nodded in agreement and reached for the fresh shot, “I think so,” that Cole was good for her, too, “You seem different– in a good way.” Rowan could’ve elaborated on what she’d meant by that, but she was all too curious about whatever this proposition was. Though as soon as Taliah started, she found herself wide eyed and shaking her head, “Oh hell no, let me stop you right there– since when are nipple piercings part of girl code?” Despite her high pain tolerance, laying her shit bare for a stranger to see wasn’t exactly on her to-do list. So as Taliah continued, stipulating that she really only needed to be there, Rowan sobered somewhat, finding that easy enough to agree to, “I’ll go with you, but…these titties aren’t seeing the light of day, much less getting fuckin’ needles through them.” Taking her shot and knocking it back, she snorted a laugh and shook her head, “Swear to god, I never know what’s gonna come outta your mouth. When you mentioned a request, this wasn’t even remotely in my head.”

[milkybonya]

love die young _ ksm

order 021, anon: large banana milk tea with red bean and coconut jelly for skz's Seungmin

#: strangers to lovers!, angst but happy ending, !!swearing!!, !cheating but not really!, kind of proof read, 1k+

summary: you meet Seungmin in a coffee shop and fall in love, but not all love comes easy

[💌: this took so long to write because i kept coming up with more ideas and i actually wrote the middle out first T.T i need to write more wholesome fluffy Seungmin fics heh also yes eric nam's song inspired this]

you meet the love of your life in a coffee shop, as if it's some fairytale. well, having Seungmin as your lover was surreal in and of itself.

the first time you step into stay café, you're overwhelmed with a mixture of flowery and coffee scents. the decor is very minimal, a lot of white, chairs made of clear plastic, green potted plants, and abstract artwork. it's busy but the seating is arranged in a way so it doesn't feel packed.

you order at the counter and find yourself a seat after they give you the buzzer. waiting for your drink, you read a book in the mean time. you don't notice how, from afar, someone is working up the courage to approach you.

"they're reading my favourite book, oh my God, Jeongin i could die," Seungmin tells his friend as they watch you sitting behind them.

Jeongin laughs, shaking his head.

"just go talk to them, hyung."

"just... talk? do you know how scary that is?" Seungmin whispers, as if you can hear.

"or lose your soulmate, not my problem," Jeongin mumbles, stirring his drink.

after a lot of deliberating, Seungmin approaches you. right as he starts speaking, the buzzer on your table goes off.

"hi, uh--oh. might wanna grab that first," he stutters as you apologize to him to go grab your drink.

once you return, you ask him if he needed anything.

"no, i just, uh... i love that book you're reading," he speaks shyly, wringing his hands.

you look at your book and smile.

"i'm reading it for probably the sixth time now," you say.

"right? it's so good you can't help but reread it," Seungmin replies, a gentle blush coating his cheeks.

he looks back at Jeongin, who's packing up and motioning for Seungmin to stay. later, he text his hyung and tell him to keep talking with you--the two boys can meet another time.

"why don't you take a seat? and sorry, what was your name?" you ask.

"Seungmin. Kim Seungmin. and you?"

"y/n."

"it's nice to meet you," Seungmin says softly.

as he speaks you, you pick up on his habits. the way he covers his hands with his sleeves when he's about to start talking. how he hides his mouth behind his hand when he laughs. the way he fixes his hair with his fingers as he listens to you talk.

his eyes sparkle and his cheeks go red so frequently. he's cute and you want to keep him in your pocket! the way a boy you've just met can make your heart race so much feels illegal.

so, you get his number and end up meeting him at the stay café almost once a week.

-

holding hands, you enter stay café yet again with your lover. Seungmin holds the door open for you while still not letting go of your hand, letting you in first before he follows behind you.

you race to the counter and he laughs as he's dragged along behind you, his hair becoming messy. he smiles endearingly at you as you order for him, too, already knowing how much he likes his iced americano.

the two of you like sitting in the spot where you first met--a corner by the window. even though Seungmin doesn't like showing skinship publicly, he can't let go of your hand when you sit in the café together. he moves your intertwined fingers as he speaks, telling you about his day. his hand feels warm in yours and he uses his other hand to push his hair out of his eyes, cover his mouth when he laughs, and bring his drink to his mouth.

loving Seungmin is heavenly like that.

you look forward to the walk home, where you know he'll stay the night just so he can cuddle with you, snuggle up into your chest as you stroke his soft, brown locks and he hums a melody. he'll search the sheets for your hand so he can take hold of it and kiss your fingertips. your legs are a tangled mess under the sheets and when you wake up the next morning, your face is pressed against his chest and his chin sits atop his head.

Seungmin feels so warm and safe.

on rainy days when you feel like the world is crushing you, he listens to you talk and lets you cry, never pressing any advice on you or changing the topic. he holds you and asks you how he can make it better, if you want to watch a movie or go for a walk.

loving Seungmin is heaven until it's not.

-

"you're here?" Seungmin calls out to you from your spot as you take a seat across from him.

"i am," you say with a smile.

you see he's busy on his phone, so you wait until he's done before you ask him how he's doing. yet it takes him quite a while before he gives you his full attention, and even then, that's only after many times of loudly clearing your throat and gently nudging his feet with your own.

"what is it?" he gruffly answers, slightly slamming his phone on to the table.

it's almost as if you're enemies, not lovers.

"well, Seungmin... we're here to talk to each other, not to our phones, right?"

he simply hums in response and you sigh.

"did you want your usual drink?" you ask him.

he nods, wriggling his legs around as he says, "and the cake, too."

his grin erases all of your worries. it makes you think things are okay again.

once the buzzer the cashier gave you goes off, Seungmin says he'll grab the drinks and cake this time. you let him, staring out the window after he's gone.

something vibrates on the table, and you wonder if Seungmin forgot to take the buzzer with him. when you look down, you find his phone. someone's calling him. you don't mean to invade his privacy but simply happen to see his ex's name on the screen.

you turn his phone around, so the screen is on the table.

boom. boom. boom.

your heart races. why is Seungmin's ex calling him?

when Seungmin's back, you tell him someone called him. he unlocks his phone to see who it is, and his expression looks worried reading his ex's naming.

that's a green flag.. right?

-

you walk into stay café, hearing the familiar chime of the bell behind you and the door gently sliding shut. your feet know where to go and they take you there, to the corner behind the counter with the pretty view of the forest.

even though what you see makes your heart stop, your feet keep moving.

some girl is sat across from Seungmin in yours and his usual spot. they're talking. laughing.

you've never seen Seungmin laugh like that. it turns your heart into something like a bank statement no longer needed, being torn into thin, neat strips in Seungmin's hands as he claims it's for the sake of no one knowing his info. his info being the way he's made a ruin of your whole life in only 2 seconds.

you're so close now, you can hear their laughter. it makes you feel sick. it makes you feel sad.

this girl isn't just any girl: it's Seungmin's ex. it's probably the person whose calls he kept running off to answer, whose texts he'd reply to with a smile.

as Seungmin's love was fading for you, it was growing for her, and you feel like an idiot for playing dumb. it's your fault for never thinking you'd end up this way. you weren't ready, nor willing to give up. what you had with Seungmin up to this point was too beautiful... couldn't you just try to push a little more and--

"y/n?" Seungmin's voice snaps you out of your thoughts.

he notices your dropping eyes, gaping mouth and furrowed eyebrows. Seungmin knows something is wrong.

"fuck off," you mutter, eyes full of tears as you turn your back and run out of the café.

Seungmin hesitates, wondering if it would be best to chase after you or not. his ex holds onto him, telling him it's not worth it.

you're not worth it?

is that really how he feels?

no. taking a closer look reveals all the cracks and corners you couldn't see at first.

-

Seungmin's ex was his best friend before they dated. it was a friends to lovers trope for them. they went through thick and thin together, and even after breaking up, they promised they'd be friends.

you didn't know that Seungmin's ex was also his friend. you didn't know all romance was done between them. you just assumed they were getting back together, and who could blame you when Seungmin kept putting his ex first?

but still, there was reason.

Seungmin's ex recently got fired and was struggling to make ends meet. she needed a friend, and of course that friend was Seungmin

so, Seungmin tried to cheer her up and be there for her, not realizing that he was completely ignoring you in the process.

you had made assumptions, but Seungmin had failed to be honest with you.

Seungmin realizes this when his ex listens to his side of the story and tells him that you might be feeling ignored. the first thing he does when he finally realizes is he runs straight to you.

-

"y/n, i'm at your door. please open up," Seungmin begs into his phone.

he's met with silence and knows you're thinking about what you should do. you haven't been able to talk to Seungmin since you stormed off that day, and you think you should hear his side of the story. so, you unlock the door and let him in.

"Seungmin..." you say, watching his heavy, drooping figure enter your house.

he smiles seeing all the familiar decors, spaces, and corners.

"y/n... i have so much to tell you. but also so much to hear from you. i've just missed you so much," Seungmin says.

his soft eyes melt as he takes you in. only a month has passed since you stormed off, but it feels like it's been forever.

"you missed me? why did you run off with your ex, then?" you ask, turning away and moving towards the couch.

"no... no, no, no, y/n, i didn't do that," Seungmin softly explains, reaching for your shoulders.

you shake him away and push him off.

"Seungmin.. don't lie straight to my face when i'm willing to hear you out."

"no, baby, i... i can understand how you would think that. but my ex, she's my friend before all else. she was in a really rough patch; she needed my help..."

that's how Seungmin told you in detail about his ex. and that's how he regained your trust, with each word he spoke. his story made sense, and it aligned with all the holes in your own story.

"Seungmin... i'm so sorry i misunderstood," you say, stepping forward to hug him.

"no, y/n. i'm sorry. i should have told you before, and i still should've given you more care and attention," Seungmin says, breathing in your scent as he pulls you closer.

Seungmin takes you back to stay café

[princeblack]

she rushes over to him as if she has no fear, only concern written on her pretty face. he can't help but stare, taken aback in his grogginess because he's never seen someone so pretty. she has big blue eyes and a delicate, beautiful face with a little nose and small chin. she's what regulus would imagine the perfect person looks like, if the gods were to create one. her features are placed perfectly and sculpted with so much beauty that she's almost ethereal. her auburn hair is pretty too, falling from her red cloak as she bends down next to him. it almost doesn't feel real, looking at her-- like all of this is a dream and she's some guardian angel here to visit. none of the horrible things that transpired to get him here could have really happened... surely not.

he should probably cover himself but he feels a little delirious, hardly caring about that and instead focusing on her face. she seems alarmed, asking him if he's okay, which makes that fear in his chest return because all of it is becoming more and more real. "no," he answers her question bluntly. "i died... this spell brought me back." he nods toward the rocks with the sigils, green eyes flickering back to her. she'll probably want to know more, because no everyday spell resurrects people from the dead-- only dark magic that typically has horrible consequences. he hopes it's not enough to make her afraid of him.

when she tells him the year he winces, almost as if he was expecting something like this, even in his stupor. he wishes this were just a bad dream... all except for the part where this pretty girl kneels in front of him, trying to make sure he's okay. he's already intrigued by her.

"it was just 1979, for me..." he frowns, his eyes full of pain as it dawns on him what all of this means. his entire world has moved on and who knows what his sacrifice did, if anything at all? "please tell me the dark lord was stopped-- tell me there's no war. if he's still in power, i died for nothing." his green eyes fill with tears at just the thought of it, hating the suffering everyone has gone through and that there's nothing he can do to stop it. maybe this world is better, somehow? he clings to that desperation and looks at the girl hopefully, not expecting it at all when her hand cups his face.

her skin is warm against his cheek, making his eyes flutter. he likes it, wishing she would touch him some more. she seems to be checking for any harm, but then she pulls away as if she's been stung. he wonders why, the tears in his eyes not falling because he's distracted and curious about this girl. she asks him questions about his name and parents, as if she's curious, too. or maybe she's just being nice, trying to help someone in need. "yes-- my name is regulus black and my parents are orion and walburga black. you could send an owl to 12 grimmauld place-- my family home-- but if they're still alive then i doubt they would want to hear from me. if they ever found out what i did, that is." he never told his parents he was going to betray lord voldemort, but if his letter ever got out after the decoy horcrux was retrieved, they might figure it out. then he would be nothing but a burnt mark on the wall of the family tree, just like his brother. for some reason he has a hollowness in his chest that tells him they're probably long dead and he hopes that's not the case for sirius. "do you know sirius black? is he alive?" he's almost afraid to ask, not wanting her to give the wrong answer. what if he really is all alone? maybe this is his karma, though.

he sees her niffler's head pop up from the top of the basket and his brows raise, not expecting to see a magical creature in it. "oh, you have a niffler. they're amazing animals, aren't they?" regulus wants to ask more about him, but he doesn't feel well, which distracts him from the beautiful creature and his cute little eyes. besides, he needed to get out of here and get warm before he got to know this mysterious girl any further.

he takes the bottle from her gratefully, turning it up to take a large swig from it. his throat feels dry and it's maybe the best thing he's ever tasted, already making him feel better and he's only taken a few gulps. it's enough to make him feel more lucid and less like he's on the brink of death, which makes him realize yet again just how naked he is. it's cold and he really should cover up, but she's so close and she's already seen it all. he's not shy, either-- he knows he looks good, so why should he be? she's rambling nervously, making a point not to look down at his lower half. he smiles, even in his weak state, thinking about how adorable it is that she's currently talking about werewolves and lake monsters.

still smiling, he presses the bottle back into her hand, his fingers brushing hers on purpose as he gazes up into her pretty blue eyes. "thank you for being so kind," he says gently. "i don't want to tell you to stop talking, because i think it's cute." he flirts a little on purpose, because how could he not? an angel just found him in the forest and gave him a drink to save his life. "besides, i might be all by myself, now... so it's comforting, listening to you talk." he could pretend like she was here to save him with her warmth and make sure he wasn't all alone forever. but then again, she's a stranger and it would sound crazy to have any kind of attachment to her, right? he sighs, thinking more about the reality of the situation. "i hate to ask this, but do you have any clothes i could borrow? if i can get to gringotts, i'm sure i have money from my family fortune and i can figure out what to do next..." he couldn't impose on her any more than he already has, even if he wishes he could.

her mother asked bee to go visit the forest in the morning, she wanted her to help pick fresh herbs and flowers that only grew in a certain part of the woods and she needed them for a powder recipe she was working on to sell, it was also a good excuse for bee to get out of the house which she often did anyway.

ottery st had the lovelist woodlands, always so peaceful and beautiful, not too far from the lakes. it was considered one of the more 'poor' wizard villages and often people turned their noses up to it and it's people but bee was always proud of the home she came from, especially her forest, it was a good place to think and get away...especially since cedric passed away. it's been almost two years now and she still hasn't coped with it, seeing his lifeless body in the field...he was supposed to take home the cup and bring glory to hogwarts, instead he was dead at seventeen, leaving her all.alone to navigate this world and deal with their father.

cedric diggory was a star, he was the good child, the one everyone was always so proud of, couldn't do a thing wrong in most people's eyes but especially in her eyes. in some ways he was her best friend and most importantly he was the only person in the world that understood her and now? everything just felt so messed up and her world had gone dark, the diggory household was no longer warm and filled with laughter and light though perhaps that stopped the day she met her real father who posed as her professor in her third year, remus lupin the man sbes pretty sure her mother never stopped loving even years later, even now.

but that's why she comes here, so she can count the wild flowers and think. that's what the mornings were best for, cause the birds were still waking up and the forest was cool and comfortable (as long as you wore the right attire.) wearing in her red dress with a red cloak to match she makes her way into the forest, hearing the stick crack beneath her boots and her niffler propped up in her picking basket because he refused to let her leave without him, in hopes maybe he would finally find something shiny in these old woods but nothing ever really changes here....or so she thought. her eyes flicker towards a sound, she thought she heard a voice though she couldn't make out what it said it does catch her attention and she looks to find a boy...wait, what is a boy doing out here?

he's on the ground with all the dirt and leaves, looking exhausted as he calls out to her..."oh my god." her voice filled with worry as she rushed to him, only stopping when she realized he also happens to be naked, rather exposed with nothing covering him but she's pretty sure nothing is big enough to cover whats happening between his legs....and now she feels like a pervert for thinking such thing. "a-are you okay?" she says gently, she doesn't know what to do and he doesn't sound well...and he's also super naked so she bends down to height as he tries to explain why he's naked is because of a spell which doesn't really make sense especially cause he continues and asks what year it is "it's 1996? I'm almost afraid to ask what kind of spell that was if you're naked and don't know what year it is.." she says with a hint of humor but still mostly concerned. "do you know your name? where are your parents? we could call for them?" she doesn't mean to overwhelm him with questions but she's kind of freaked out, reaching out to cup his face without really thinking so she can check to see if he has any injuries...he doesn't but what he does have is a really pretty face and it makes her really nervous as she quickly pulls back.

alfie pops his head from the basket to see all the commotion and it reminds her she packed some pumpkin juice with her just in case she got thirsty. "hold on.." she says gently not wanting to startle him when she goes digging through her basket to pull out the bottle and hands it to him. "it'll hydrate you...sorry I don't mean to overwhelm you it's just, not really a common thing to find naked guys in the forest here...in fact I don't think that happens in most forests unless there's a werewolf around which you clearly aren't because you're damp so it means you probably came from the lake but the only creatures that live in lakes are monsters and merpeople and I don't think merpeople can grow legs and appear in the woods....also I." bee can hear cedric's voice telling her to breathe, she had a tendency to ramble when she was nervous and she so clearly is one she doesn't know what to do and two...he's so naked and so hot making her feel guilty as hell right now for objectifying him when he's clearly in trouble. "please feel free to tell me to stop talking..."

[swimmingclassicrockpizzawombat]

Daffodils

Beetlejuice x Reader

You find out BJ really likes flowers (although he won't admit it), and you prepare a surprise for him.

Because someone actually complained calling my last fic cringy and I'm petty so I tried writing something even cheesier. Thanks for the inspo 👌

Enjoy!

Warnings: corny, cheesy pet names, pillow fort, flowers, lots of flowers

Gender Neutral Reader

It was your typical movie night with Beej at the Deetzlands.

Except that tonight BJ had decided to surprise you by building a pillow fort in the living room where you usually watch your movies. Although he said he built it himself from scratch, you're pretty sure he used help from his magic to make it. Still, it was a nice gesture and it looked pretty cozy.

"Now for the final touch, we need some popcorn", he said, "wait here babes"

"Wait, can't you just conjure it... And he's gone" you say baffled.

"Hey y/n", you hear Lydia's voice as she comes into the room, "... a pillow fort? Really?"

Normally she would join you in your movie nights, but tonight she had to finish a group project for her class.

You shrug, about to say something but before you could reply, Beetlejuice pops up out of nowhere in a cloud of green smoke and smacks your cheek with a loud kiss

"Muaaaah"

Yes, he said that on top of the kiss.

"You guys are gross", Lydia says.

You quickly share a look with Beej, knowing you both were thinking the same thing.

"Oh my! Are we???? Oh noooo!!! Boo boo! She thinks we're gross!!! Ahhhh!!"

"Don't worry pookie, it's okay, she's just jealous of our love", Beej says pulling you into a side hug.

"Well how could I not love someone as...", you start to say trying not to laugh.

"Ugh, how am still friends with you two", says Lydia rolling her eyes as she leaves the room.

Unable to contain it any longer, Beej and you start cracking up uncontrollably.

"Pookie? seriously?", you ask.

"I couldn't help myself sweetness"

"Oh god, we sound like the Maitlands"

"Y'know babes, I'd normally scare the pants off of anyone who compared me to those two" says Beej poking your side, and you smack his hand.

"What do you mean my sweet poo bear? Do you not like it when I pamper my little meow meow?", you ask taking both of his cheeks in your hands and pressing them, but Beetlejuice pulls your hands away.

"I... never thought, I'd ever hear anyone actually call me that", he says smirking.

You snicker, "you love it"

"Shut up"

"So, what movie should we start the night with?", you ask turning your attention to TV.

"Whatever you want sugar, this one's on you, but next week I get to choose, how's that?"

"Sounds good to me"

In the end you both settled for a Tim Burton marathon.

"Ugh, flowers are so cheesy", Beej grumbles when you get to the daffodil scene in Big Fish.

"Are they?"

"Uh yeah? Like, I don't get what's so special about flowers.

The second you get them, you have to put them in a vase. And not just that, but you have to cut every stem an inch up diagonally before placing them...

Then add to the fact that after they inevitably die, so it's basically a dead plant. Unless you're into dead things...", he says leaning his face too close to you.

You push him away, rolling your eyes, "they're not that bad"

"Sure they are colorful and pretty, and look nice when you put them in a room," he continues his hair turning a bit pink, "plus it's not like you can find any in the Netherworld, everything there is colorless and lifeless. But it's not as if just giving someone flowers is enough to make them fall for you, that's ridiculous!

Believe me babes, I've tried"

You were sure most of the stories he told were made up, but you didn't say anything.

"Mmm I don't know bug, if I didn't know any better I'd say you actually like flowers", you tell him with a smirk.

"Me? Like flowers?"

"Yeah?"

"Ha! Babes, please, as if"

"Then why did your hair turn pink?"

"What? No it didn't?!", he exclaims looking up and passing a hand through his hair as if trying to comb whatever pink might be left in there away.

"Ok, if you say so"

You both go back to watching the movie. But you couldn't stop thinking about it. What if he actually liked them?

"Do you though?"

"Do I what?"

"Like flowers? Like, would you like it if someone gave you some?"

"Uhhhhh," he mutters, "look babes! They're robbing a bank!"

"Right", you say deciding not to push him.

Ever since that day however, you had a slight suspicion that Beej actually loved flowers but wouldn't admit it, you had already seen him looking longingly at movie scenes with flowers in them, or stealing some from Barbara's small garden, but now you were more certain, still you decided to run a little experiment to test it out.

"Hey BJ, can I try something I saw on the internet out on you?", you ask him one day.

"I don't know what you're up to toots, but sure I'll bite", he says with curiosity.

"Ok, so I'm going to ask you a few questions, and you have to answer with the first thing that comes to your mind as fast as you can, you can't stop to rethink your answer, ok?"

"Ok, shoot...", he replies eyeing you suspiciously.

"What's your favorite animal?

"What kind of question..."

"Common, quick answer"

"Uhh, Sandworm"

"Favorite sex position", you decide to try to get him more engaged.

"Now we're talking!"

"Answer!"

"Anything is fine as long as it's with you sugartits"

You blush, ok, maybe that didn't work.

"Favorite color"

"Green"

"Favorite planet"

"Uranus"

Of course he would say that.

"Favorite time of the day"

"Booty call hour"

"Favorite music"

"70s rock"

"Favorite movie"

"The Exorcist"

"Favorite flower?"

"Daffodils", he says before he can catch himself.

A look of shock crosses his face.

You're just as shocked as he is. You didn't think your little trick would work.

"I... I mean. Flowers? What do you mean favorite flower babes? Pshhh I told you I don't like flowers"

"I'm pretty sure I heard you say Daffodils"

"No you didn't"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I did"

You just stay like that staring at each other.

He breaks first, "ugh, fine! It's daffodils! And I like flowers! Are you happy now?"

"I knew it", you chuckle.

"You probably think I'm weird now"

"You were already weird"

"Touche"

Yep, definitely likes flowers.

...

A month passed since that, and neither of you mention it again.

It had been a while since you wanted to do something nice for him.

You thought it would be sweet if you could surprise Beej by recreating that scene from Big Fish.

So, with some help of the Maitlands, you got and arranged daffodil bouquets in the attic, as well as some other flowers (granted you didn't get as many as in the movie, flowers can be pretty expensive), while Lydia distracted him.

You also put some in the front yard that could be seen from the rooftop, trying to stay at least a bit faithful to the film.

And with everything ready, and the Maitlands going away to give you two space, it was time to bring the ghoul up to the rooftop and attic, and show him the surprise you prepared for him.

You found him in Lydia's room making some prank calls with the teenager. When Lydia spotted you she gave you a knowing smile.

"Hey Beej can I show you something?"

"Sure, baby what's up?"

"Put this on and follow me", you order him giving him a blindfold and offering your hand.

"Ohhh sweet cheeks, I didn't think you were into that kinda stuff, not that I'm complaining...", he purrs as he puts the blindfold on and takes your hand.

You guide him to the rooftop.

"Oh babycakes, why didn't you tell me you..."

"Ok, take the blindfold off", you tell him once you were in the rooftop, positioning him so that he was facing the flowers below.

He starts to take it off, "ready to get some...", he starts to say but stops when he lais eyes on the yellow flowers spread all across the front yard.

He didn't say anything, he just stood there looking at the flowers.

You started to get you a little nervous, were you wrong in thinking he would like this?

"Beej?"

"Y/n what is this?"

"I... you know, it's like in Big Fish. Remember that scene with the daffodils? And how you told me they were your favorite flower? I... I thought maybe you would...", you didn't get to finish, as Beetlejuice pulled you into a hug and squeezed the air out of you.

"Bee, you're choking me", you manage to get out, and he releases his grip on you.

"Sorry babes, it's just no one has ever...", he starts to say sniffing.

Was he crying? Oh my god he was, and his hair was completely pink.

He hugs you again, and you hug him back.

You stay like that for a little longer, running your hands through his back.

"Is this a good time to tell you that's not everything I got you?", you ask as you pull away.

He looks at you confused, "what do you mean?", he asks still sniffing.

"Come back inside"

You lead him back to the attic and towards the little flower display you prepared with the Maitlands.

To say Beetlejuice was surprised would be an understatement.

"Babes!!!!!", he exclaims adorably.

"And that's not all"

You grab a flower crown you made the night before and come up from behind him placing it in his head before hugging him. And he's just left standing there speechless, his suit and hair both a really bright pink.

"Do you like it?", you ask him trying to get a a response out of him, "I really wanted to do something nice for you and give you a surprise"

"Oh sugar, that's not the only thing you gave me" he purrs, composing himself. And looking back at you, with a suggestive smile.

You notice a few strands of his hair turning magenta as you go completely red.

...

He went around wearing his flower crown everywhere he went for the rest of the week, talking about what a happy little ghoul he was and how loved he felt.

[7ken3]

Hello! I hope you are doing well. Can I request noritoshi x wife reader where reader is wearing vibrating panties and he’s teasing her with the remote during dinner with the other clans?

[ nsfw below the cut, MINORS DNI ]

character(s); kamo noritoshi

tw; afab! reader / fem! reader, public teasing!, usage of vibrator (vibrating undies in this case 😏😏), naoya!!, a tiny bit of humiliation

notes; did i see this correctly BECAUSE THIS IS HOT, he'll definitely do that grrr this will be in my mind for a while hihi

"Wear this."

"'Toshi... you can't be serious, this is a clan dinner!"

"Hm... a clan dinner." He walks closer to your smaller figure, his voice calm yet intense. He continues while maintaining eye contact with you, suddenly your back meets the wall.

"Still, didn't someone complained to the servants that 'Noritoshi is always busy', hm? Didn't someone went against my orders and still touched themselves when they're alone?" You gulped as you stared into his dark orbs, the raven then crosses his arms.

There were many thoughts, and many plans forming at the back of his mind.

Noritoshi was sorry, really. That as a husband he's been away for meetings frequently these days, leaving you alone back at home. But as the heir of a known clan it was unavoidable, he still needs to attend his job and make decisions almost every day.

Pulling a hand up, he placed gentle kisses along the back of your hand, then to your fingertips. "Take this as a punishment, and also an apology for leaving you needy, Y/n."

Which leads to your current situation — having seated between a Zenin and your beloved one. The table was long and dishes decorated most of the spaces between the guests, as banters and discussions now fills the supposedly quiet room. The man on your left passes you a plate neatly decorated with syrups and fruits, beaming a small smile on your way when you nodded at him.

"Thank you-" Eyes squeezed shut, your words cut off when you forcefully adjust to the new intensity. It was stronger than the previous one, you take in a breath to contain yourself.

"Is there anything wrong?"

Crap, crap, crap.

"Ah, sorry. It's just I—" you blinked at the male, swiftly glancing at his green-black hair before replying. "I almost yawned, sorry about that. Still, thank you Naoya."

Naoya murmurs a small 'welcome' before turning back to his relatives. Turning towards your husband, you see a subtle smirk on his face, his eyes remains closed while he leans back. His phone casually sliding between his fingers.

"So, how was it?" Noritoshi asks, laughter bubbles within him when you held his knee, a wobbly smile making its way up your face, still he chose to chuckle instead.

You open your lips, about to say something when you decided not to. It was useless even if you did, he had the control, and this was both a gift and a punishment. Maybe you could let him know your struggle, and maybe your reward could become something... bigger.

"It was very good, 'toshi." You nodded, somehow finding your own sarcasm funny.

"I think you should turn it higher-" He raises his eyebrows at you, amused by your response

Oh god what on earth were you thinking??

"I mean I like the way it is!" You chuckled nervously, your grip on his knee tightens immediately after his warm palm meets your folded knee. "'Toshi, I think this will do- no please-"

"You said you wanted higher." He side glances you, he could feel himself laughing internally at the way your eyes pleaded him not to. His thumb was quick, sliding from his home screen to the app in merely a few seconds.

"So I'll grant your wish, love." You winced at his wink. Grip not letting go until you feel the vibration went... slower.

Huh?

"Nice, right- thank you, Naoya." You froze, seeing another plate swift past the side of your face.

This isn't the vibration you were expecting.

It was slow, and steady. But you've asked for higher, so why isn't it going-

Shit, shit, shit!

This is fast. This is going very fast, and harder than you anticipated. It went slow, then fast, then medium, oh god the patterns are all over the places!

You subtly bucked your hips against the cushion, and as you feel the pit of your stomach forming knots, your edge was slowly creeping its way up your back, leaving tingles down your spine as you squeeze your eyes shut-

"Another yawn?"

You quickly fly your hand to your mouth, nodding your head while opening your lips wider to act as if you're yawning. But you and Noritoshi knew that it wasn't just a 'yawn', it was a fucking gasp.

"I think you should bring your wife home, Kamo. She's been keeping in her yawns."

"Ah... really?" You watched as your husband tilts his head to look past you, "I think I should. Come on, love. Let's head back home and sleep."

You're gonna kill him the moment you head back.

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