#her cosplays are always PERFECTION

[cultivating-wildflowers]

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[rawliverandcigarettes]

struck by a violent urge to cosplay miranda lawson (haven't done cosplay in years)

[starakex]

I went to an exhibition on costume balls of Canada in the late 1800s/early 1900s. Match made in heaven, obviously, considering the hobbies showcased on this blog. I love costumes! And while I'll probably gush about other elements that are mirrored in today's event-based costume hobbies like Cosplay, Fursuiting, Historical Reenactment, LARPing, and so many I'll forget, something hit me looking at these costumes. A lot of them were dancing the line between being cheaply made (costumes were meant to be worn only a few times, so not made to be durable) and very opulent (costume balls were meant to be events of high society, for what it's worth). But there's something humbling in seeing these century-old costumes, fragile and damaged, and seeing the parallels in the very same costumes we make today.

This is a dress worn by Virginie Faucher at Montréal's Historical Ball of 1898 (Source: Costume Balls: Dressing Up History, 1870–1927). It's very pretty, covered in a lot of embellishments. But you can tell between the original photography of the dress worn at the event and the photo of the dress nowadays that it sustained a lot of damage from aging... but also wear and tear!

While I was looking at it more closely in person, it just hit me. More than a hundred years later, we're worrying about vinyl peeling and cracking, creases from EVA foam pieces bending, hot glue failing and losing parts at the con. I see the missing sequins, the deteriorated metallic threads, and the dirtied hems. Things just stay the same, really, though this dress was kept and preserved despite the damage while hundreds were lost to time, thrown away when the damage was too severe. Maybe we don't need to fear our costumes aging. Dissapointed, maybe, when ketchup lands unceremoniously on your uniform, or a seam pops on your coat, or the fur starts matting on your fursuit. But maybe they're all just the signs of an event well enjoyed. Worth repairing, modifying, and re-wearing, but not to be regretted for moving along with time.

[steampunk-raven]

wait fuck i don’t have a costume for halloween

[izadi234]

Forget me not

-Warning: Contain yandere themes, neglected! gn!reader, mention of low self-esteem, the writer's first language isn't English.

Yan! Batfamily x gn! reader

Chapters

Chapter 1 (You're here)

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 1

You can't remember a time when you didn't live under the roof of Wayne Manor. Those hallways that for a 4-year-old child seemed chilling and eternal, today you consider a prison. And no, they don't keep you locked up or anything like that, in fact they give you a lot of freedom within this house, but you can consider that so-called 'freedom' as negligence.

Yes, negligence. Of course you had clothes to wear, a bed to sleep in, a roof to shelter in, but what about love? If they could ask you if you have ever felt loved in your home, the answer would be simple.

No not once

Bruce Wayne, your father, may be one of the biggest billionaires in this world but it seems his love and attention was limited towards you. But, with your brothers? It seemed to be an endless well of love and patience that he gave them.

Unconditional love, something you always looked for.

Or maybe he was busy owning one of the most successful companies in the world or cosplaying a vampire to help the city.

Yes… in short, Bruce no longer knew what excuse to give himself for not spending time with you.

And your brothers? They weren't much better. Richard "Dick" Grayson may be very loving and charming but with you? You were just a zero on the left. He didn't think you needed attention as much as his traumatized brothers and sisters. You, being a normal civilian, knew that you were safe from anything, so he only limited himself to greeting you with that little smile that at first seemed warm to you, but now it just cracks your teeth to see it.

As if he were the perfect brother.

Jason Todd was everything to you until it became nothing. You met him in his days as Robin and the truth is he was nice to you and you had a good relationship with him (they are only three years apart). When Dick wasn't at the mansion he would play with you and let you watch him train. He was your greatest confidant, your best friend… Until the Joker killed him. When he came back to life you couldn't recognize him, was he really your brother? A being full of hate and revenge? So much so that even though he saw you once after years, he just turned around.

And although he already has a better relationship with his family, it seems that your loving relationship as brothers ended that day he died. He didn't even look at you, much less talk to you.

What a hypocrite.

You can't say anything about Timothy Drake.  Seriously, and it's not because he's a great brother, it's because you've literally never talked to him.  You only know of his existence because of the times Dick shouted his name in excitement at him every time he came to the mansion and because you found out that Todd wanted to kill him.  Furthermore, your room and his are in the same hallway with the slight difference that your room was at the end.

Spoiled child...

Damian Wayne was a totally unique case.  He was violent and explosive but apparently your father preferred him over you.  Damian considered you a zero on the left.  He never found value in you, neither in your physique (you didn't fight), nor in your mind (you're not outstanding) so he didn't waste even a second insulting you or degrading you.

According to him, you were just a nuisance to the Wayne family and a disappointment to the Batfamily. And it didn't matter if you were going to complain to Bruce about Damian's behavior, he always made excuses for it.

Is this how unconditional love looks like?

Cassandra Cain was another ghost like you inside the mansion... With the only difference that she did pay attention to her even though she didn't talk much.  She was never interested in interacting with you even though you tried several times.

Even a mute could attract more attention than you...

Stephanie Brown.  An extroverted girl who wasn't afraid to give her opinion, but apparently she didn't have any opinion about you.  She always gets excited to see others and she was quick to look for things to do with them.  But, if she saw you, she would just give you a slightly awkward smile and she would get out of there quickly.

She runs away from you like you have the plague.

Barbara Gordon is seen by most of the family as an older sister, however you see her as a grumpy secretary.  You could be the most respectful person in the world towards her but just seeing you next to her asking what she was doing made her look at you as if you were a villain she is looking for.

I'm sure she hasn't seen a villain with the irritation she sees you with.

Duke Thomas is the new addition to the Wayne Family.  You have nothing against him, he is a kind and smiling boy. Who you could even consider to be the kindest to you of all your brothers.

When he first came to Wayne Manor, despite you being a nobody in that family, he took an interest in you. At first you thought he did it out of pity, but when one day you heard him asking Alfred where you were because he wanted to show you something, that's when you realized he wasn't doing it out of pity. And that made you feel special, being the sibling Duke turned to.

But you couldn't help but hate how easily he integrated into the family. How easily they accepted him.

And last but not least, Alfred Pennyworth.  He tried to be there for you and he encouraged you to keep trying to get your family's attention. But even with the butler's attention you couldn't help but long for the affection of your father and brothers.

You are more sure that without him you would have gone crazy in that big mansion. 

For that reason, the only ones you would miss once you left that place would be Alfred and Duke.

"Would you be mad at me if I decided to leave the mansion?”

What a bad way to start a conversation.

You were sitting at the kitchen counter. As was custom you watched Alfred make breakfast, occasionally helping him. The butler, upon hearing your question, momentarily stopped what he was doing. Thanks to his poker face, Alfred didn't show any surprise but you knew well that he wasn't expecting that question.

"Pardon me, master (name)?”

"Would you forget about me if I left the mansion?" you asked

"Of course not!" Alfred quickly answered, his tone of voice a little high. However, upon noticing the change in his tone of voice he composed his posture again.

“I mean, of course I would never forget you, master (name). Why do you ask me those questions?”

"You know why Alfie" you sighed.

Alfred likewise sighed and turned off the stove where he was cooking. He walked over to you and sat down in front of you.

"Master (name)…" he was saying but you interrupted him.

"No Alfred… Could you let me talk… please..?" you asked gently but firmly

"Since I came to this place fifteen years ago I have always been part of the ghosts of this mansion and- and I got tired of being that. For a long time I have been thinking about moving somewhere else, away from this mansion, away from them…” You said that last sentence angrier but you controlled your temper.

"But… I can't leave knowing that you don't agree with my decision. I can't stand the thought of you being angry with me.”

You couldn't even imagine a world where he, Alfred Pennyworth, the man who decided to take your father's tablecloth, was angry with you. But even if he gets angry at your decision, you are going to follow your plan to leave the city.

Alfred smiled slightly and took your hand.

"You know very well that I would support you in whatever my little one does. Unless that decision put your life in danger of course" they both laughed at that comment.

"So that's a yes?" you asked with hope in your eyes and voice

"Yes" he nodded "Just take care of yourself"

You could see in his eyes that there was a bit of fear in his eyes as well as something else that you didn't know what it was and you didn't pay attention to it at that moment.

You should have paid more attention to him in that moment.

"Thanks Alfie" you hugged him regardless of the fact that the table was between the two of you. The butler hugged you anyway, his hug felt warm and safe.

"You don't have to thank me, Master (name)"

Then you broke away from the hug and ran to your room with a big smile on your face. You were finally going to be able to live the way you wanted, without living in the shadow of everyone. Finally free.

Once in your room you started making some calls and organizing your things quietly (not that the inhabitants of this mansion cared much about what you did) so as not to attract attention. In a week, this place will only be a bad dream and you will be able to move from this nightmare to a dream with a happy ending.

Or not?

Hellooo! I hope you liked the start of this story! To be honest, this has been something I have wanted to do for a long time. And Let me remind you that English isn't my first language so if you find some mistakes I would appreciate fo you to tell me in a good way.

Anyway, if you liked it I'll appreciate for you leave a heart.

See you in the next one!!

-Izadi <3

[aimofdestiny]

He can have a sword! I've seen plenty of art where Harrow carries a sword longer than she is tall (Gideon's but shhhhh)!

Incidentally imo big flashy props are fun for about half an hour and then you're stuck carrying them around the rest of the day. Or deal with staff every time you enter or leave a building if the prop is harder than the average stuffed animal. So having someone else along who will carry your (their) sword once you need more than one hand to do something is just good planning.

But also Killie's right, your costume should spark joy! When it's done anyway. Muttering curses at 2 am on the day of the con trying and mostly failing to install a zipper is normal and expected. He should pick something he's excited to run around as! Also people will definitely call you by the character's name so that's an interesting experience for newbies.

does killie ever make his own clothes? I know he has zero imagination but he also likes to be dapper and can't buy off the rack so maybe it would force his hand? is derek crafty enough to help him / make clothes for him?

I love that everyone looks at Killie and goes, that little fuck needs a fibercraft hobby. I find this surprising! What is it about his having zero imagination that makes us want to see him sew? Much to ponder.

We did have fun as a joke rotating him in the Great British Sewing Bee but I don’t think he did very well, even if a sewing machine is a horse. And he might take up unnecessarily aggressive quilting in retirement in a sort of multidimensional chess battle with his enemies and rivals in the quaint Cotswold village of his retirement.

He definitely outsources a lot of emotional labour to his tailor. He does not mind paying a professional for their expertise, and mostly lacks the vocabulary to describe what he wants, from colour palettes (he seems to be a Deep Autumn??) to the precise degree of sluttiness of his waistcoats (somehow managing to have them be sluttier as part of a layered outfit than his completely see-through white base layers that genuinely do show nipple.) so what exactly would make him try his own?

I think ultimately it’s more fun and interesting to ask “what would MAKE a character do this” than to say he wouldn’t. I cannot imagine him being good at it or doing it willingly BUT it would be fun to force him into a position where he had to try.

I don’t see Derek as especially crafty but he probably has more of the qualities of someone who takes pleasure in it, where with Killie everything would be this FIGHT FOR HIS LIFE. Again, what would make him do it?

Maybe some kind of costumes…?

[xi-vz]

Look at me back on my BS. HC—Shen Yuan looks like Mobei Jun.

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Shen Yuan was a cute guy, at least his mom always said he was. He honestly didn’t care much for his looks. He was a teenage boy, and his interests lied with books, gaming, and trolling the comments section of the PIDW forums.

So maybe this whole thing was the forums fault?

Apparently Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky was going to make his first ever public appearance at a convention—it was exciting stuff seeing as PIDW just received a live action TV deal. (Shen Yuan wondered if the TV show would be able to transform the utter garbage parts into gold.)

Shen Yuan, with the fervor only a true (anti) fan could muster, scrambled to get his hands on a convention ticket the moment they went on sale. His parents even encouraged him! Happy to see him excited for something other than the internet. Securing his place, he also entered the cosplay competition where Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky would be a judge. Because why not? When else would he get to dress like a xianxia character?

It took him a while to decide who he wanted to dress up as. Look, if it were up to Shen Yuan he’d have been Luo Binghe. But, one, he doubted he could pull it off. Two, there were probably going to be a ton of Luo Binghe’s.

“Be the ice king,” his younger sister suggested one evening while the two fo them were hanging out in Shen Yuan’s room. She was busy on her Switch while he was on his laptop.

“Mobei Jun?” He asked, a skeptical look on his face.

“Yeah! You look like him.”

Which was untrue but whatever. Since he didn’t have any other ideas, he spent weeks (months) perfecting his costume, studying every detail from the illustrations and fan art.

(Shen Yuan learned how to sew for this costume!)

(And spent way too much money on commissioning what he couldn’t make.)

“You need to bulk up a bit,” his second older brother suggested one night. “I read some of Proud Immortal Demon Way, and Mobei Jun isn’t a twig like you.”

“Ha, A-Yuan is more of a twink,” his eldest brother teased.

So…Shen Yuan began to work out. He still had a few months until the costume contest.

It was hard at first, but his doctor had been on board. Granted, Shen Yuan couldn’t really get buff within a few months, but he did wind up with the beginnings of abs, his shoulders broadened and his ass looked great. There were a bunch of girls (and some guys) who made eyes at him at school now. Not that Shen Yuan noticed. But, he did notice that for the first time in his 19 years, he felt healthy.

When the day of the convention finally arrived, Shen Yuan found himself subjected to his sister's meticulous and admittedly skilled hand. She styled his already long black hair, adding extensions to achieve the full, flowing mane of Mobei Jun. She also worked some magic with makeup, highlighting his naturally icy blue eyes, which he had always considered a genetic defect, but today they were his greatest asset.

When he looked in the mirror, he barely recognized himself. There stood Mobei Jun, the demon king, imposing and cold. Shen Yuan’s heart pounded with excitement and a tinge of apprehension as he made his way to the convention center. His siblings in tow, because they wanted to root for him. As embarrassing as that was.

Upon arrival, the crowd was bustling with anticipation. Shen Yuan attracted a lot of attention—both for his stunning costume and his uncanny resemblance to Mobei Jun. A lot of people called out “my king!” As he walked by them, his cloak billowing behind him.

Damn, he felt majestic as fuck.

As he stood before the judges—a voice actress, a manhua artist and Airplane himself—he couldn’t help but feel a mix of pride and anxiety.

That was until he saw Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky for the first time. And. Wow. Okay.

Airplane was younger than Shen Yuan thought. Maybe 20; handsome, which was so weird. Square-jawed, in great shape with his DanDaDan graphic tee stretched enticingly over his pecs and biceps. His hair was curly and kept in an attractive undercut. He wore glasses and had ear piercings and a lip piercing and dimples and a sleeve tattoo. What? What the fuck?

Was Shen Yuan experiencing heart palpitations?

Airplane looked exactly how Shen Yuan envisioned Luo Binghe to look.

Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky's dark eyes widened in surprise and delight at seeing a Mobei Jun cosplay. It wasn’t done often, the king was not a fan favorite. But, his jaw dropped as he stared.

Something happened when Shen Yuan and Airplane's eyes met. A zing went up Shen Yuan's spine. Airplane stopped the contest then and there and declared Shen Yuan the winner while jokingly (not really) asking for his phone number. They did get to chat later, one-on-one, when Airplane began to sign autographs into books.

“Well, My King,” Airplane smiled at Shen Yuan, and there went his heart again! Which was bad, and meant that Shen Yuan probably needed to see a doctor. “What name shall I write out as the receiver of this book?”

“Um,” Shen Yuan’s brain scrambled. Did he give his name? Did he coyly say Mobei Jun? Ah, he didn’t know what he was doing! That was his only excuse as he blurted out, “Peerless Cucumber.”

Airplane froze.

Shen Yuan froze.

And then Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky began to laugh.

[emperordinozenmon]

Celebration

A little something for y'all

Cube’s end-of-the-year party was a bizarre event shrouded in mystery, a legend whispered about in hushed voices among trainees and industry insiders. No one outside its invite list had ever confirmed what went on inside, but that didn’t stop the rumors from spreading like wildfire.

Your friend group had spent years speculating, each person pitching their own wildly different theory. You leaned toward the idea that it was some kind of exclusive, over-the-top karaoke party where idols got blackout drunk and embarrassed themselves in front of their seniors. Nathan suggested a big aphrodisiac induced orgy where idols and staff let off steam and fucked rapaciously. Danny swore up and down that it was a cosplay event, where the biggest names in K-pop dressed up as anime characters and took part in elaborate skits. And Q—well, Q liked to claim it was an annual ritual sacrifice, though whether he actually believed that or was just being Q was anyone’s guess.

It had always been harmless fun, something to gossip about late at night when you were all exhausted from work and just hanging out and needed a distraction. Until now.

The door burst open, and Nate strode in, looking equal parts exhilarated and overwhelmed. He ran a hand through his hair as he shut the door behind him, as if he needed to physically close himself off from whatever whirlwind had just hit him.

“Guys,” he started, breathless, his eyes flicking between you. “You’ll never believe what I got invites for.”

Q scoffed, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table. “What, the Cube end-of-the-year party?” he said, grinning. “Nice try, Nate.”

The air in the room shifted when Nate didn’t immediately laugh or roll his eyes. Instead, his face went completely still, his hands tightening around the strap of his bag.

“Wait…” he said slowly, voice deadly serious. “How did you know?”

A silence settled over the room, thick and unnatural. You felt your pulse pick up as you and the others exchanged glances.

Dani leaned forward. “Nate,” she said carefully, as if afraid of spooking him, “you’re joking, right?”

But he wasn’t. You could see it in his face.

He swallowed hard. “No,” he said. “I got us invites. All of us.”

The words sat heavy in the air. For years, the Cube party had been nothing more than an untouchable myth, a fun mystery to poke at from a safe distance. But now, the distance was gone.

“How did you nail that?” you ask.

Nathan blushed and said, “well there's been thig girl I have been Nailing,” he stammered before he said. “Her name is Nayoung.” the name reminds you of something buy you can't place why. Regardless you were excited to go.

Here’s an expanded version of your scene, adding more detail, atmosphere, and character moments:

Over the next few days, Nate drip-fed information about the party to the rest of you, each new detail adding another layer to the mystery. The most surprising revelation came from Nayoung—apparently, the party was both costume and karaoke-themed. That, at least, explained the secrecy. If a single photo of top idols drunkenly belting out power ballads while dressed in ridiculous outfits got out, it would be chaos.

With that in mind, you and Dani wasted no time in deciding on your costumes: Persona protagonists. The moment Q heard, he took it upon himself to make sure your outfits were perfect.

“Alright, if we’re doing this, we’re doing it right,” he declared, cracking his knuckles like a man preparing for battle.

You hadn’t expected him to be so skilled at costuming, but over the next few days, he guided you and Dani through every step of the process—choosing fabrics, cutting out patterns, even distressing certain parts to make them look more authentic. Watching him work, you realized he had a real talent for it.

“You’re scarily good at this, Q,” Dani said one evening, watching as he sewed intricate silver buttons onto your jacket with precise, practiced hands.

Q shrugged, eyes focused on his work. “I used to help my sister with cosplay when we were younger. And, y’know, I have to live vicariously through you two since my costume options are limited.”

Neither of you missed the way his tone dipped slightly at the end. It was an unspoken reality—Q’s darker complexion and broad frame meant that many of the characters he admired weren’t ones he could easily portray, at least not without running into criticism. But instead of letting it get to him, he poured his enthusiasm into helping you and Dani.

By the time the night of the party arrived, you, Dani, Nate, and Eraqus were ready.

The four of you stood outside the venue, a sleek, high-end building that didn’t look like the kind of place where chaotic karaoke and costumed idols would be running around. You adjusted your jacket, trying to shake off the nerves, while Dani smoothed down her gloves. Nate was already bouncing on his heels, the anticipation buzzing off him in waves, while Eraqus stood a little more stiffly, scanning the entrance like he half-expected security to turn you all away.

Then, the doors swung open, and a tiny blonde woman stepped out. You barely had time to process her sharp eyes and confident stance before she grabbed Nate by the collar and kissed him, right there in front of all of you.

Your jaw dropped. “Oh.”

It all made sense in an instant.

When she finally pulled away, Nayoung turned her attention to the rest of you, a smirk playing on her lips. “You guys look great,” she said, giving you all a quick once-over. “Now get in. Before someone sees you.”

She stepped aside, motioning for you to follow, and just like that, the four of you were stepping into the legendary Cube end-of-the-year party—where, for better or worse, the mystery was about to unravel.

The party was already in full swing by the time you stepped inside. The air buzzed with energy—idols in elaborate costumes laughing over drinks, half-shouted conversations competing with the pounding bass of a remix that someone had taken too seriously. Neon lights flickered in hypnotic patterns against the walls, casting shifting shadows over the chaotic mix of people.

Eraqus (Q) quickly found himself enmeshed between a couple of well known idols praising his zombie costume.

“Wow those exposed ribs are so good how did you do that?” Chowon from Lightsum asked asked.

“How did you find glowing contacts?” Sakura of le Sserafim asked.

“Ah well you know…” Eraqus stammered not used to all the attention. While this was going on you couldn't sense the encroaching presence behind you

You barely had time to take it all in before someone appeared beside you, slipping into your personal space so smoothly you almost didn’t notice until she spoke.

“You clean up well.”

You turned your head and found yourself face-to-face with Karina.

She looked effortlessly cool, dressed in a sleek, all-black ensemble that could have been a costume or just an excuse to look devastatingly good. The sharp contrast of dark fabric against her fair skin made her seem even more striking under the shifting lights.

You blinked, caught off guard. “Uh—”

Her lips quirked up at the corner, amused at your hesitation. “Yu Narakami the Persona protagonist, right?” She reached out, barely brushing the lapel of your jacket between her fingers before letting go. “Nice choice. Thought I was the only one who cared about good taste.”

Your brain scrambled to keep up. You had never really spoken to her before—at most, you’d been in the same rooms during fan events, maybe exchanged a polite nod in passing. But now, here she was, looking at you like you were the only person worth talking to in the room.

“Thanks,” you finally managed, fighting to sound casual. “Didn’t think anyone here would notice.”

Karina hummed, tilting her head slightly. “Oh, I notice a lot of things.”

Before you could figure out what that meant, she took a step closer, her voice dropping just enough to send a shiver down your spine. “How about you ditch your friends for a bit?”

You hesitated, glancing over your shoulder where Dani and Ersque were deep in conversation, completely oblivious. Nate was off somewhere with Nayoung. No one was paying attention to you.

Karina smirked, reading your hesitation like an open book. She leaned in, just close enough that you could smell the faint trace of perfume clinging to her skin.

“Come on,” she murmured, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Let’s have some real fun.”

Then, before you even had a chance to agree—or process what was happening—she took your hand, lacing her fingers through yours, and tugged you deeper into the party.

And just like that, you were gone.

Here’s an expanded version of your scene, adding more emotion, tension, and atmosphere:

Karina led you through the maze of hallways until she found an empty practice room, slipping inside without hesitation. The moment the door shut behind you, the noise of the party outside became a distant hum, leaving just the two of you in the dimly lit space.

She turned to face you, her expression unreadable for a moment, before a small, playful smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

“So,” she said, leaning against the mirror with her arms crossed, studying you with open curiosity. “Which Persona is your favorite?”

Her eyes gleamed, pupils slightly dilated—not just from intrigue but something deeper, something hungrier.

You hesitated for half a second before answering, “Persona 4. I had a similar experience when I was younger.”

Karina arched a perfectly shaped brow. “Oh? You fought demons and gods in a shadow world?” she teased, tilting her head slightly.

You huffed out a small laugh, shaking your head. “That’s not what I meant… I had to spend a full school year with extended family because my parents were having issues.”

Her teasing expression softened, her gaze turning more thoughtful. “Where at?”

You shrugged, answering offhandedly, “Oh, [redacted].”

The reaction was immediate. Karina’s eyes went wide—wider than before, not with curiosity but with something bordering on shock. Her posture stiffened, her body leaning forward slightly, as if she needed to be closer to confirm what she was hearing.

“No way,” she breathed, searching your face with sudden urgency. “I went to [redacted] too. What year?”

Your brows furrowed, a flicker of confusion passing over you. “Uh… 20XX.”

Karina gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. “Wait—” Her voice caught, her breath hitching as realization dawned in her expression. “Ace?”

Your entire body locked up. Your pulse pounded in your ears as your brain scrambled to catch up.

She knew.

She knew.

Your eyes widened, the breath stolen from your lungs as everything snapped into place.

“Yu???”

The name tumbled from your lips before you could stop it, the childhood memory flooding back in full force.

The long afternoons spent wandering the quiet town, the laughter shared over convenience store snacks, the whispered conversations about dreams and fears, the silent understanding that had always existed between you—until life had pulled you apart.

Karina—Yu—stood there, her face a perfect mix of shock, nostalgia, and something even deeper, something raw.

Neither of you moved for a moment. The air in the room was thick with tension, an electric charge crackling between you like a live wire.

Then, before you could second-guess yourself, you reached for her.

She met you halfway, surging forward as your lips crashed together in a desperate, almost frantic kiss. Karina made a soft, breathy noise against your mouth, her hands gripping the front of your jacket as if she was afraid you might disappear again.

You felt her hunger, her longing, the years of separation dissolving in the heat between you.

“I missed you so much,” she whimpered against your lips, her voice trembling with emotion.

You pulled back just enough to look at her, your forehead resting against hers, trying to ground yourself in the reality of the moment.

“Holy hell, Yu,” you murmured, your hands cupping her face, your thumbs brushing against her flushed cheeks. “I thought I’d never see you again.”

She swallowed hard, her fingers tightening against you as if she was afraid to let go.

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“Well,” she whispered, her breath fanning against your lips, her voice barely above a murmur, “you found me.”

Her eyes shimmered with something between teasing amusement and deep, unfiltered joy. The kind of joy that only came from reconnecting with someone who had once been your whole world. Her fingers traced light, ghosting touches along your jaw, as if she were memorizing the feel of you all over again.

A slow smile spread across your face before you leaned in, capturing her lips once more. The second kiss was softer, more intentional—less of a desperate reunion and more of a lingering promise. Her lips felt just as you remembered, warm and inviting, but now there was a sweetness to them that hadn’t been there before. Maybe it was her lipstick, or maybe it was just her.

Emboldened, you gently nipped at her bottom lip, earning a surprised, breathy laugh against your mouth.

“Okay,” she murmured, her forehead resting against yours, “as much as I love this, I gotta ask… what are you doing now?”

You exhaled a small chuckle, still a little lost in her touch, before pulling back slightly. “I’m a stuntman and stunt coordinator now. Director too, for some projects. The last one we worked on was Train to Busan III.”

Karina’s eyes widened so much you were worried they might pop out of her skull.

“No way!” she gasped, pushing against your chest lightly as if to confirm you were real. “You—what?! That’s amazing!”

Her excitement was contagious, and you felt heat creep up your neck at the way she looked at you—like she was genuinely proud.

“I remember how obsessed you were with Taekwondo when we were kids,” she continued, her fingers now absentmindedly tracing patterns on your sleeve. “You were always practicing, always trying to perfect your form… and now you’re actually doing something huge with it. I love that.”

You shrugged, trying to play it off, but her enthusiasm made your chest feel light.

Then, with a cheeky glint in her eye, she smirked and nudged you. “So, think you could get me a role as an action heroine? I am a rocket puncher, after all.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I don’t know, Yu… I haven’t seen you in six years. Might be a little rusty.”

Karina let out an exaggerated gasp, her hand flying to her chest as if you had wounded her. “Wow. Abandon me for six years and then insult my skills? Unbelievable.”

Her pout was devastating, and you immediately felt bad—not that you weren’t enjoying the way she was hamming it up.

You sighed dramatically, then softened. “Alright, alright. I might be able to pull some strings,” you conceded, and she grinned victoriously.

“But enough about me,” you added, giving her a look. “You’re, like, a world-famous idol now. That’s insane.”

Karina smirked, tossing her hair over her shoulder in mock arrogance. “Yeah, I’m pretty savage, right?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips. Without thinking, you leaned in and kissed her nose.

Karina blinked, stunned for half a second before a warm, slightly bashful smile took over her features. Her hands curled against your chest as she tilted her head, gazing up at you.

“So…” she murmured, quieter now, her voice holding something a little more vulnerable. “Are you back forever? Or is this just a visit?”

The weight of her question settled between you, the unspoken hope lingering in her eyes.

You reached up, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, your thumb brushing against her cheek.

“I don’t know yet,” you admitted honestly, watching as something flickered across her expression.

Karina studied you for a moment before exhaling softly, then resting her head against your chest. “Well… I hope you stay,” she whispered.

You wrapped your arms around her, holding her close, breathing her in.

“Me too,” you murmured, meaning every word.

While you and Karina were lost in your own world, elsewhere in the building, Eraqus was being dragged through the dimly lit hallways by none other than Magenta from QWER, whose mischievous grin practically glowed in the dark.

“Magenta,” Eraqus hissed, glancing around as they weaved between corners, avoiding wandering partygoers. “Why are we sneaking? You do realize you’re famous, right? You literally can just walk places.”

Magenta turned, still moving backward like some kind of rogue in a heist film. “Shhh, Eraqus, you’ve gotta commit to the bit.”

“What bit?”

“The vibe of sneaking! It makes things more exciting.”

Eraqus pinched the bridge of his nose but followed anyway, resigned to the fact that Magenta operated on a wavelength no one else did.

“Why are we even looking for a practice room?” he asked.

Magenta shrugged. “To talk.”

“You dragged me through this whole building like we’re infiltrating a government facility just to talk?”

“Exactly,” Magenta replied, completely unbothered.

Eventually, they stopped in front of a practice room door, and Magenta leaned in dramatically, pressing an ear against the wood. Eraqus, arms crossed, raised an eyebrow.

“Magenta, I swear if someone is in there—”

Ignoring him, Magenta slowly—oh-so-slowly—turned the doorknob and peeked inside. Then, with all the grace of a cartoon character, Magenta took a single step in, turned to Eraqus, and whispered, “Oh, yeah, someone’s in there.”

Eraqus groaned. “I told you—”

Before he could finish, Karina’s sharp voice cut through the room.

“…Are you two gonna stand there and gawk, or do you wanna come in?”

Eraqus grimaced and finally stepped into the room to see Karina still nestled comfortably against you, both of you staring at the intruders with varying degrees of amusement.

Magenta blinked, then grinned. “Ohhh, we totally interrupted something, huh?”

Karina sighed dramatically but didn’t move from your side. “A little, yeah.”

“We’re so sorry,” Magenta continued, not looking sorry at all. “Should we leave? I feel like we should leave. Eraqus, should we leave?”

Eraqus, who was already turning to walk out, nodded. “Yeah, I think we should.”

Before they could escape, you waved them off. “Nah, it’s fine. You guys can stay.”

Eraqus hesitated. “…Are you sure? We really don’t wanna intrude.”

Karina rolled her eyes but smiled. “Just sit down before Magenta gets another idea to sneak into someone else’s room.”

Magenta gasped in mock offense. “I would never—okay, I would. But that’s beside the point.”

With that, the four of you settled onto the floor, forming a loose circle. There was a beat of silence before Magenta, ever the instigator, grinned and leaned forward.

“So… you two childhood lovers reunited by fate or something?”

Karina scoffed, but her cheeks warmed slightly. “Would you believe me if I said yes?”

Eraqus, who had taken one glance at the way you two had been sitting when they walked in, deadpanned, “Yes.”

You chuckled, wrapping an arm around Karina’s shoulders as she nestled in a little closer. “Yeah, turns out we knew each other as kids.”

Magenta gasped, hands clutched over their chest. “That’s adorable.”

For a moment, the conversation drifted, with Karina and Magenta comparing industry horror stories, Eraqus chiming in with his usual dry wit, and you just sitting there, enjoying the moment. The tension from earlier melted away, replaced by something lighter, easier.

Eventually, Magenta stretched dramatically, flopping against Eraqus, who let out a long-suffering sigh but didn’t push them off.

“This is kinda nice,” Magenta mused. “Just… sitting and talking.”

Karina hummed in agreement, her fingers lazily tracing patterns against your knee. “Yeah, it is.”

Eraqus, always the pragmatic one, muttered, “I still don’t know why we had to sneak here.”

Magenta cackled. “Because it made for a way better story, obviously.”

Everyone laughed, the room filled with an easy warmth. And for the first time that night, it felt like the world outside didn’t matter—just the four of you, lost in the comfort of old and new friendships, in a quiet little room where, for a moment, time didn’t exist.

As the conversation lulled, Eraqus stretched his arms over his head, letting out a dramatic sigh. “You know, for all the mystery and hype, this party is… kinda cute,” he mused. “I was fully expecting chanting, ritual sacrifices—maybe even a secret underground fight club or something.”

Magenta snorted. “Right? With the way people talk about it, I thought we’d at least have to swear an oath of secrecy.”

Karina, who had been lazily tracing circles on your knee, perked up at that, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Oh no, that’s SM’s flow,” she said, her tone casual but far too knowing. “They bring in a bunch of boys for the female idols to pick from so they can blow off steam the whole night.”

Eraqus and Magenta froze.

A long, stunned silence filled the room as their expressions contorted into a mix of horror and disbelief. Magenta’s jaw practically hit the floor, while Eraqus blinked rapidly as if trying to reboot his entire thought process.

“…You’re joking,” Eraqus finally said, voice wary.

Karina held his gaze for a beat longer, face completely serious—then she cracked, bursting into laughter. “Oh my God, the look on your faces!” She clutched her stomach as she doubled over, shaking with laughter.

Magenta smacked Eraqus’s arm. “Dude, I believed her! My soul left my body for a second!”

Eraqus, still recovering, rubbed his face. “You can’t just say things like that, Karina!”

Watching them lose their minds, you couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking your head fondly before turning to Karina. “God, I missed you.”

She tilted her head up at you, her laughter softening into something more tender. Her fingers curled lightly around your wrist as she murmured, “Well, I missed you more.”

The teasing bickering between Magenta and Eraqus faded into the background for a moment as you and Karina just sat there, basking in the warmth of familiarity.

Eraqus, regaining his composure, finally exhaled. “Alright, I think I’ve had enough emotional whiplash for one night.”

Magenta, still fanning themselves dramatically, nodded. “Same. But I gotta admit, this is way better than a ritual sacrifice.”

Karina grinned. “Glad I could keep things entertaining.”

You squeezed her hand gently, meeting her gaze. “You always do.”

And just like that, the four of you fell back into easy conversation, laughter echoing through the practice room, turning what was supposed to be a legendary, mysterious party into something even better—something simple, warm, and unforgettable.

[skyguytoast]

Trading Anakin - Hayden Christensen x cosplayer!reader

SYNOPSIS: At a Star Wars convention, you discover your boyfriend’s cheating just before meeting Hayden Christensen. As heartbreak sets in, Hayden’s kindness makes you question if it’s time for a new Anakin.

WORD COUNT: 1.4k

WARNINGS: Hayden being cute, cheating, angst with hopeful end

A/N: Hello people, this idea was in my drafts a long time, I decided to give it a chance. I hope you enjoy, comments and rebblogs mean the world for me. 💖Kisses and good reading! Dividers by @cafekitsune

request always open!!

You and Ben had been dating for nearly two years, and your relationship had felt like something out of a Star Wars romance tale. You first met at a fan event, both dressed in costumes from Attack of the Clones—you as Padmé in her Geonosis battle attire, and him as Anakin, complete with a makeshift lightsaber. It was serendipitous, like destiny had written your names in the stars. Together, you made a picture-perfect couple, not just in real life but on social media, where your cosplay photos and videos had garnered a loyal following. Invitations to premieres, merchandise endorsements, and collaborations soon followed, making the fandom dream your shared reality. 

But today, everything would change.

The excitement of finally meeting Hayden Christensen was electric. You’d spent sleepless nights preparing for the moment, sewing Padmé’s elegant black dress from Revenge of the Sith to perfection. The velvet fabric hugged your curves, the high neckline adorned with intricate metallic details. You couldn’t help but notice the way people’s eyes followed you as you walked into the convention hall with Ben by your side. He wore his freshly completed Clone Wars-inspired Anakin armor, which you had painstakingly crafted together.

Everything seemed perfect—until it wasn’t.

While waiting in line for your photo with Hayden, you idly checked your phone. A notification from an unknown number caught your eye. At first, you dismissed it as spam, but curiosity got the better of you. Opening the message, you froze. There it was—a picture of Ben, unmistakably him, locked in a passionate kiss with another woman. The blonde was draped all over him, her hands possessively clutching his shoulders. The worst part? He was wearing the padawan Anakin cosplay you had handmade for him.  

Your breath caught in your throat as the world blurred around you. Memories of that day flooded back—you hadn’t been able to attend that event because you were unwell, but Ben had assured you he’d gone alone. He’d even brought back an autograph from Rosario Dawson, gushing about how amazing the experience was. 

And now? The betrayal stared back at you in pixelated clarity. Anger churned in your chest, hot and unrelenting, overshadowing the heartbreak. How could he do this to you, especially today of all days? 

“It’s our turn, baby,” Ben said, his voice light as he gently nudged you forward. The sound grated against your nerves. How could he act so normal? How could he smile like that, knowing what he’d done? 

Your feet moved on autopilot as you approached Hayden, your heart sinking. What should’ve been the highlight of your day now felt tainted.  

“Hi, how are you?” Hayden greeted warmly, his smile radiant, his blue eyes kind and piercing all at once. “Wow, your cosplays are incredible. It’s like seeing them step out of the screen.”

“Thank you,” you murmured, forcing a tight smile as Ben draped an arm around your waist. You instinctively stiffened, pulling away just enough to make your discomfort clear. Hayden’s gaze lingered on you, his brow furrowing slightly, as though he could sense something was amiss.

“How do you want to pose?” he asked gently, his focus shifting between you and Ben. 

Ben, always the showman, grinned. “Padmé in the middle, with her Anakins on either side.”

Hayden’s eyes flicked to you for confirmation, and you gave a small nod, your voice caught in your throat. As you positioned yourselves, Hayden’s arm wrapped protectively around your waist, his touch firm yet comforting. Ben moved to copy him, but Hayden shifted slightly, blocking him without a word. It was subtle, but the gesture didn’t go unnoticed. 

The camera flashed, capturing the moment. You felt Hayden’s fingers brush your side lightly, a silent reassurance. “You make an exceptional Padmé,” he said quietly as you turned to leave. His words were soft, meant for you alone. “You deserve someone who sees that.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks, and for the first time since seeing that message, you smiled—a real smile.  

---

Hours later, the autograph session gave you another chance to interact with Hayden. Ben went ahead, chatting away about lightsabers and Clone Wars trivia. But when it was your turn, Hayden’s demeanor shifted, his smile warm and inviting. 

“Y/N,” he said, remembering your name as he signed the photo. His voice softened. “You seemed upset earlier. Are you okay?”

You hesitated, caught off guard by his perceptiveness. Before you could respond, he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Whatever’s going on, just know you’re worth more than that.”

Your chest tightened. “Thank you,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. 

Hayden scribbled something on the photo before handing it back, his fingers brushing yours. “If you ever need someone to talk to…” He tapped the corner of the photo, where he’d written his number alongside a small heart. 

You blinked in disbelief, your pulse quickening. “I don’t… I mean, are you sure?”

He smiled, his cheeks tinged with pink. “I wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t.”

---

“I told you, he only cares about the female fans,” Ben huffed, the usual petulance lacing his voice. “We both took pictures at the same time, but he only remembered your name. Coincidence, right?”

You shrugged, suppressing the volcanic rage bubbling inside you. “Fuck you,” you muttered, brushing past him and letting your shoulder knock his.

Ben blinked, taken aback by your uncharacteristic tone. “Babe, what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice dripping with confusion. 

“Maybe I should be asking you that,” you shot back, raising an eyebrow as you turned to face him.

“I don’t get it,” he stammered, his frown deepening.

With a calmness that felt foreign even to you, you unlocked your phone and held the damning photo up to his face. The image of him passionately kissing another woman—a blonde, wrapped in his arms like she belonged there—was all the explanation you needed. 

“Baby, let me explain,” he started, his voice rising in a panicked plea. “It’s not what it looks like. She threw herself at me—I swear! I didn’t want to—”

“Do you think I’m stupid, Ben?” you snapped, your voice cutting through his excuses like a lightsaber through durasteel. “Your tongue was practically in her throat. And that outfit? The one I spent hours sewing? You’re pathetic.” Your chest heaved with anger, each memory of your trust in him now tainted.

“Come on, baby, now you’re being too harsh,” he whined, his lower lip trembling like a child caught stealing. “You’ve got to hear my side of the story.”

“I don’t have to do anything,” you bit back, stepping away from him. “And right now, I don’t even want to look at you.”

Ben trailed after you as you made your way through the event hall. “Wait! Babe, don’t go! Let’s talk about this—”

“I said, not now.” You yanked your arm free when he reached for you, the touch setting your nerves ablaze. “We’ll talk later.” Your voice left no room for argument.

Ben’s shoulders slumped, his face contorted into an expression of wounded innocence—a manipulative trick you had seen one too many times. As you continued walking, his audacity reached a new height.

“Can you at least lend me some Uber money?” he asked sheepishly. “I spent all my cash on that Darth Vader mask.”

You stopped, turning slowly to look at him with disbelief. For a moment, you considered screaming, throwing something, making a scene. Instead, you settled for the coldest, most cutting response you could muster.

“Well, that sounds like your problem, not mine,” you said icily, brushing past him and exiting the venue. Outside, you hailed a cab, leaving Ben—and his betrayal—behind.

As the taxi pulled away, you allowed yourself a moment to exhale, your rage cooling into a bittersweet sense of freedom. The event arena disappeared behind you, replaced by the sprawling streets of New York. And, for the first time that day, your thoughts shifted to Hayden.

His kindness lingered in your mind like a gentle hum—the way he had noticed your distress, the warmth in his smile, the way his hand had steadied you when everything else was falling apart. He had offered support when you needed it most, without hesitation or expectation. He had seen you.

The memory of his words resurfaced: “You deserve better. Maybe it’s time to trade in your Anakin.” A soft smile tugged at your lips, and for the first time since the cheating, you allowed yourself to believe him.

Because before the sun comes the rain, and without it, there would be no rainbow. Maybe, just maybe, the bad times weren’t the end—maybe they were the beginning of something new. Something brighter. Something—or someone—worth holding onto.

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[seireitonin]

“Grr you have to know how to write perfect stories and make a story gory and realistic to make the Creepypasta characters good! You all suck and are stupid! I hate fun! Creepypasta is serious! And there’s no goofy fun in it at all! It’s all the fandom’s fault that Creepypasta isn’t serious anymore! I hate different interpretations of characters!”

Meanwhile Delucat, bloody painters creator: makes a dating sim , a blood painter body pillow, and cute animations of bloody painter on their OWN YouTube channel

Meanwhile LJs: creator: posts LJ twerking / dancing videos in cosplay, posts LJ playing video games, makes a goofy comic called Creeps where LJ is a bum who can’t pay rent

Meanwhile Toby’s creator: makes goofy ask box panels, makes Toby goofy and evil, makes the waffle comic (which is where the Toby waffle thing comes from)

Meanwhile Nina’s creator: makes Nina the killer among us merch and jokes about how Nina doesn’t shower.

Meanwhile Delucat, Toby’s creator, clockworks creator, judge angels creator: literally shipped their characters together and they used to be in canon relationships until changes were made.

Ninas creator: said Nina x EJ was her favorite ship back in the day made a child between them called eyeless Alice.

Anyway, Creepypasta has always been about creativity and fun. Anyone who says otherwise is just lying or is full of themselves. The creators themselves participate / have participated In goofy stuff. Idk why ppl get mad on their behalf. Let’s remember that all these characters are OCs for a second and let people have fun. Relax bro. It’s literally meant to be fun.

[x--sinner--x]

I have come to realise that imagination is key to horniness. As much as I love to see nudes, it's the anticipation and imagination that truly gets me going.

You know when you see someone with a tight sports bra and their nipples poke out through the fabric? Now that's hot. You know those bodycon suits that have a slit for one leg or one shoulder is completely exposed? That's fucking hot.

Women don't even need to do much. Put on a tight tank top that hugs their breasts and knot it in the middle, and men will be hooked. That's why I like when they wear thigh high socks. It accentuates their thighs like anything and makes you want to take a bite.

It's the imagination. How big are the areolas? Does she have perky nipples? What's her bra size? The curves women flaunt is just top tier. And their shaved legs? Sorry i think I'm drooling.

Cosplays just take the cake. Women are already pretty sexualized when it comes to the media, wearing tight bikinis to super hero one piece suits. So when women cosplay, they have to land the aesthetic, so no wonder they are wearing slutty clothes and teasing us men.

I am always in awe when I see tennis players wear just a skirt to play. Their legs will be on full display. It's such a shame they have shorts under their skirt nowadays.

You get my point right? Nudes are ok, but teasing is just >>>>>>>>>>

Like send me a naughty tease pic and keep me on the tiptoes, imagining and constructing the image of your perfect pussy in my head before I see it.

[ashwhowrites]

Hi beautiful! I just wanted you to know I absolutely love your work! You are a phenomenal writer! I’m so excited that your request are back open! I was a curious cat wondering if I could request a best friend eddie Munson x shy reader, where she loves Star Trek next generation and has tickets to a con but none of the group will dress up with her and Eddie surprises her and does, maybe a kiss or sneaky smut! Hehe! I’m sorry if this is awkward turtle! 🐢

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

⚠️ disclaimer - I've never seen Star Trek NG so I goggled characters and I'm sorry if this is not accurate at all

Tickets to Con

Y/N had nerdy friends, she just tended to me a little more nerdy. Her friends enjoyed things but didn't like to dress up or do cosplay, but Y/N loved it. She found so much joy in putting together a costume and attending cons to show off and meet people just like her. The only thing she disliked was always going alone.

She hoped this year would be different. She got tickets to a Star Trek con and tickets only came in pairs. She did not want to waste her money and have no one join her. So she asked all her friends, even her best friend Eddie. And they all said no.

She was devastated but refused to let that ruin her experience. She enjoyed doing her thing, even if it was alone. She worked on her cosplay for days, creating the perfect Troi outfit. She had everything pinned down to perfection, her hair, makeup, and outfit.

~

Y/N felt excitement fill her once she walked into the building. She took in everyone's costumes, everyone seemed to be with someone and she felt a little sad none of her friends came with her. She walked around, running to her favorite tables for signed autographs and pictures.

She was having so much fun that she barely noticed an hour passed. From all the running around, she felt like she was sweating through her costume, so she stepped outside for fresh air.

"Sir, I've already told you, you cannot go in without a ticket!" The sound of security was the first thing she heard when she stepped out. She didn't want to be caught up in the mess so she turned her back.

"Well, SIR, I already told you my friend has it and she's inside!"

That voice sounded really familiar. She scrunched her eyebrows as she turned around. She swore she felt her jaw smack the concrete.

Her best friend was standing there fighting with security in a perfect Riker cosplay matching her.

"Eddie?" she called out in shock

He looked to see where her voice came from and smiled when she came into view.

"SEE THAT'S HER!" he yelled

The guy turned around, "Is he with you?" the poor guard looked over it

"Yes," Y/N laughed, handing the guy the ticket. Eddie stuck out his tongue at him as he made it into the building.

"What are you doing here?" Y/N asked, excitedly throwing the boy into a bone-crushing hug.

"I couldn't let my favorite girl be here all alone," he said, accepting her hug.

She pulled away and Eddie swore he had never seen her smile so big. She shrugged off the way his words made her face burn. She always had a crush on Eddie but figured she was way too geeky for his taste.

"Well you are the best Riker I've seen here," Y/N said

"Yeah well, I am the best looking," Eddie shrugged with a teasing smirk

Y/N tried not to melt into the floor

"I did some research and apparently our two characters are sorta into each other, do we play as our characters or just dress as them? Because I am ready to fully commit to the romance," Eddie joked. Y/N hoped he couldn't hear how hard her heart was beating.

"PLAY!" she shouted, embarrassed as he laughed, "We definitely have to be into each other," she lied.

She felt like squeaking when his arm wrapped around her shoulder.

"Let's do this, baby"

~

The event went amazing with Eddie by her side. They even won Best Couple cosplay and got a small trophy then their picture was taken. Y/N happily carried the trophy to her car, placing it gently in the backseat.

"I can't believe I'm going to say this, but damn that was fun!" Eddie said, chuckling as he leaned against her car. She laughed as she shut the backdoor and moved to her driver's door.

"Can I count on you for next time?" she asked, Eddie couldn't help but smile as she smiled.

"Yes," he said with no hesitation

"Thank you for coming. I know it's not your thing but it means a lot," she said, giving him another hug. But this one was more soft and close.

Eddie didn't say anything but hugged her back. He slowly pulled away but kept his arms wrapped around. She felt nervous under his stare and shivered at how close they were.

She watched as he leaned in, his eyes flicking from her eyes to her lips. She held her breath as his lips drew closer to hers, and then his lips landed on hers.

She gladly kissed him back, trying not to show how eager she was that this was finally happening. She imagined this almost every night and it was never as good as this. His lips were soft and warm, and the way he had control over her made her stomach flutter.

She stared as he pulled away, he gave one last small kiss to her lips before he removed his arms from her.

"Goodnight, Y/N," he said with a smile

"Goodnight," she breathed out in awe, watching as he walked away

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[blueberrypancakesworld]

A bloody pick-up

Pete DiNunzio x fem!reader

warning : kiss, fluff, Pete is Pete, mention of violence, no use of Y/n

Summary : Had nothing else planned for Easter except to watch the Bunnymann massacre and hope for some good topless scenes. What he didn't think about was that he had to pick up the roast rabbit from the butcher's shop and might come across something much prettier than blood.

info : gore whore Pete we love him and I hope you enjoy the read my dears ;)

masterlist

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On this Sunday morning, the black-haired man had nothing planned, at least not officially imposed by his family.

It would be just him and his small collection of horror and guts, as he had done many times before, cleaning everything, writing new letters for film ideas and watching his annual festive horror film.

As it was easter he could finally watch Bunnymann massacre, the violence and nudity had led to the film being banned but he had been lucky again.

Now that he had the film in his hand and threw himself wide on his couch, he could hardly wait to see something.

Easter couldn't get any more perfect as his screen flickered and the first names of the producers and actors appeared.

With one hand holding the remote control he already had the latest comic in the other and he skimmed over the drawings and speech bubbles. Those are some good tits he thought to himself as he saw the blonde actress getting ready in the bathroom.

The poor thing had no idea what would happen to her as soon as she got into the car with her friends and the Bunnymann had her first.

Giggling as he continued to watch the film, he flinched in surprise after a few moments when his door opened and he knew it was his father.

Annoyed, he stopped the film and hid the comic under his pillow for fear that another part of his collection would ‘disappear’.

,,What's up Dad?" he asked, sitting up straight and adjusting his red cap before looking at the older man, who he could see was not at all amused by his son's behaviour.

The folded arms and unamused look, however, told him that something was wrong and it wasn't going to be a normal break up, ,,Son I want you to go to the butcher and pick up our roast order" the order came and Pete closed his mouth again and cursed under his breath as he realised that disagreeing would only lead to trouble.

The front door banged after he had put on his shorts and he cursed on the pavement as he made his way to the butcher's shop.

He had been there many times before, loitering in front of the windows to watch the meat being prepared, if he was lucky he had been allowed to help a little himself.

Above all, he was always here at Halloween to pick up a few bones from the rubbish to scare the children to get the sweets.

Opening the glass door, it was automatically cooler around him, the meat and the goods had to be kept cool, the jelly in the jars, the roasts hanging from the hooks and he could still see half of something in the back through an open door.

He leaned against the corner with a broad grin, he liked the butcher's shop, it was like being in a horror film the longer he was here.

Looking at the meat and lost in his thoughts, a ferrous odour suddenly came into his nose.

Blood.

Looking up, he saw his favourite angel, his friend emerging from the back of the butcher's shop.

A white apron hugged her body, he became aware of her figure underneath, which was already splattered with blood, ,,Oh Pete, I didn't know you were coming to pick up the roast rabbit",she said, placing the ham on display and giving him a cheerful smile.

His smile widened but there was a lust for violence in his gaze when he saw all the blood.

She knew that her job had perhaps also persuaded him to go out with her and become her boyfriend, but he loved her, she knew it from the moment his eyes had almost fallen out of his head when she cosplayed from his favourite film.

He wasn't allowed behind the blanket and was completely pressed against the glass of the display, which she could of course clean again, but he was cute.

,,My little horror goblin seems like your father has enslaved you again", she guessed from his lack of speech, which could of course have been due to his surroundings.

But she was right, Pete's gaze drifted away from her for a moment and he seemed almost sad under the excitement and annoyance.

Before he got sad, she hurried back to get the order out of the freezer, his father had already paid, he always did that so it was quicker.

,,Everything's weighed up properly here...oh and Pete I've got something else for you" she answered as he turned round with the bag in front of the door.

She saw his curiosity as she pulled something out of the pocket of the apron, he gasped in delight when he saw the rabbit's foot and the bones of the spine.

,,Oh, thank you so much! That's the fucking party settled, I fucking love you sweetie!" he was ecstatic and jumped onto the counter to get to her on his second try.

Her caution was lost in the kiss as he pulled her to him, kissing her lips and thanking her back before he got down from the counter and stood up again.

,,I'll see you at the Easter party sexy!" he said goodbye as she waved goodbye to him and smirked as she set about cleaning the counter which had a large stain to match his body before Pete hurried home with the gift of her love.

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HEAR ME OUT!!!

Okay so like, I just had a bombastic idea that always bugs me whenever I'm into a fictional media.

What if modern Reader gets sent to the Naruto universe but when she first sees the characters she only goes "Damn, nice cosplay, you look exactly like (character)!"

Like, she fr believes she got kidnapped and left in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of cosplayers and talks to the characters as if they're gen Z 😭😭😭😭😭 I think it would be so funny

(But the moment they do some jutsu she almost shits herself and thinks she's just having an horrible psychotic episode...)

JAHSDAKSHHDSAJHDSAKJHD NA CAUSE THIS IS SO FUNNY

Shisui

(Y/N) stumbles into a stream and nearly faceplants into someone crouching beside it, sipping water like it’s an anime opening.

-Jesus, you’re hot. Are you part of the same cosplay cult or are you like… a forest spirit trying to kill me with your jawline?

Shisui blinks in pure confusion.

-Do you need help? You look lost.

-I am lost. I woke up in a discount Studio Ghibli reboot with some 10/10 anime thirst traps and I haven’t had Wi-Fi in hours. This is either a prank, a mental breakdown, or I got kidnapped by really well-dressed weebs with a budget.

Shisui tilts his head, like she’s a particularly intriguing puzzle.

-You’re speaking strangely. Are you under a genjutsu?

-You’re the one in the lacefront and eyeliner, man, don’t come at me with “genjutsu.” That’s straight-up gaslighting.

Itachi

She finds Itachi meditating under a waterfall and screams.

-BRO. Not you doing the tortured emo anti-hero arc under a waterfall like this is a music video.

Itachi opens his eyes slowly, confused, water cascading around him.

-You should not be here.

-No shit. I was ordering a Starbucks oat milk latte like fifteen minutes ago and now I’m in “Hot Anime Boy Simulator 3.0: You Can’t Escape.”- She stares. -Also, can you like, not look at me like that? I have trauma and your gaze is giving me flashbacks to every mistake I’ve ever made.-

Itachi squints.

He doesn’t understand a word she’s saying but finds it spiritually exhausting.

Sasuke

He doesn't entertain her nonsense.

He's busy, thank you very much.

When he finally gets tired of her “delusion”, Sasuke does a full technique to prove he's real.

(Y/N) just STARES at the giant skeleton emerging from his form and ripping through the trees.

And then:

-Okay. Nope.- She backs away slowly. -Nope nope nope. That’s not cosplay. That’s pure sci-fi with a personality disorder. IS THIS A PSYCHOTIC BREAK? AM I DEAD? IS THIS HELL? Why are you all hot if I’m in hell?!-

She turns to a tree. -Hey Siri, call my therapist.

Tree: 🌳

-I’m hallucinating. I KNEW I shouldn’t have taken that edible.

Madara and Izuna

When (Y/N) opened her eyes, the first thing she noticed was the smell of pine.

The second thing was that the ground was suspiciously real.

Coarse, scratchy grass pressed against her arms, and the sky above her was a perfect blue—not the digital kind.

Birds chirped somewhere in the distance.

Someone was yelling.

Great.

She’d either been kidnapped and left in a forest, or this was the worst hangover of her life.

A shadow passed overhead.

She sat up slowly, blinking blearily at two men standing at the edge of a clearing, arguing like their lives depended on it—or maybe just their egos.

They were dressed in high-collared black cloaks trimmed in deep red, their hair flowing like something out of an anime opening.

One of them had his arms crossed, radiating judgmental older brother energy.

The other one looked like he’d either stab you or flirt with you.

Possibly both.

(Y/N) stared at them.

And then she snorted.

-Damn. Y’all really committed to the cosplay, huh?

Both men turned.

Madara’s gaze narrowed, slow and piercing. -Who are you?-

She points at Madara. -You must be, like, the rich kid of the group. You’re giving final boss energy. Uchiha brothers huh? You look exactly like them, 10/10, no notes.

-Who sent you?— Madara’s voice is grave, suspicious.

-Bro’s method acting. Oh my god, are you one of those “I live as my character” people? Do you sleep in your wig?- She gasps, then grins. -Wait, wait, don't tell me—are you filming a fan movie? Can I be the confused villager who accidentally seduces the main villain? Because I have range.

They look at each other like she might be an enemy with a screw loose.

-What are you even-

-You, Izuna guy- she turned to Izuna, eyes sparkling in awe, not giving them time to speak -You look exactly like him. Are you the one hottie from TikTok who does the transformation edits? Because if this is a prank video, you’re getting views.

Izuna’s brow twitched. -You know my name?-

-Of course I do. Izuna Uchiha, canonically dead but fanonically hot. There’s, like, ten thousand thirst edits of you. Your face is plastered across Tumblr like you invented cheekbones.

-Tumblr...? I'm pretty much alive, as you can see. What the hell are you even talking about...- Izuna, the god of flirtation, is too stunned to even react to the information of those edits.

Madara stepped forward. -You’re not from around here. Are you a spy?-

(Y/N) laughed.

Hard.

-A SPY? What am I gonna do, leak your next outfit drop to the Hidden Leaf Fashion Week? Bro, I don’t even know where I am. I was getting a latte. Then BAM—forest. It’s giving Kidnapped by Cosplayers™, not espionage.

Izuna stepped beside Madara, his expression both amused and confused. -She could be under a genjutsu.-

-Y’all keep saying that like it’s not just gaslighting with special effects.

Madara exchanged a glance with Izuna.

Then, without a word, he inhaled and weaved through a few seals. His hands moved fast—too fast.

(Y/N) was about to make another sarcastic remark about method acting when suddenly:

FWOOOM.

A wall of fire roared to life behind him, spiraling up into the sky like a dragon made of flame.

The air shimmered with heat.

Trees cracked in protest.

The sheer force of it knocked her backwards.

She screamed.

-OHMYGOD WHAT THE FU—

She scrambled backward on all fours like a raccoon caught in a spotlight, eyes wide as saucers.

-THIS ISN’T COSPLAY. THIS ISN’T A BIT. THIS ISN’T A FANFILM THIS IS ARSON WITH A FIRE GOD.

Izuna took a step forward. -Still think this is a prank?-

-I think I’m hallucinating. Or dead. Or in a coma. Is this one of those “you died and now you live in Naruto” fever dreams? I swear to god if Kakashi walks out next I’m gonna cry.

-Who's even Kakashi?- Izuna asks, utterly confused.

Madara crouched beside her with the slow grace of a predator. -You claim not to know where you are. Then explain how you know our names, our faces.—

-Because you’re fictional!- she snapped, hair disheveled, eyes wild. -I read fanfiction about you! You’re supposed to be from a manga. YOU DIE.-

Izuna frowned. -We. Are. ALIVE!... And you keep saying that. "Fictional." Is that a clan?-

-YES.- She pointed at him. -The Clan of Heartthrobs Who Ruin Women’s Standards Worldwide.-

Madara tilted his head slowly. -She's insane.-

-You’re not even wrong.

For a moment, all three just stared at each other.

Then (Y/N), still panting, stood shakily to her feet and dusted herself off.

-Okay. Okay, think. I got this. I just need to find a hospital. Or a mirror. Or a void to scream into. Do you guys have those here?

Izuna blinked. -A… void?-

-Never mind. Do you guys at least have coffee?

Madara and Izuna would go back to the compound deeply concerned.

(Y/N), meanwhile, would sit cross-legged under a tree later that night, staring at the moon, muttering:

-This is fine. I’m in Naruto. I’ll just marry a war criminal and vibe. It’s fine. I’m adaptable.

[yandere-daydreams]

Daytrip Illumi my beloved... and poor Darling. You capture how unnerving and unsettling he should be so well!

Illumi should be Strange and Uncanny even at his mildest(? not sure if an Illumi in love could be 'mild', but idk if it could be called volatile either. Darling was right, you can't ever tell with him); man was cosplaying Pinhead for a week. He could talk the whole time but just literally rattled at people. And poor Ghost, my stomach just dropped because everything so far was downright too tame and too thoughtful for a Yandere.

Aside from the porn, I was waiting for that drop. Darling really can't have nice things, can't she? Or rather, she can't have anything he's not able to take. Whether a Darling is defiant (Obedience Training, Ingress) or submissive (Daytrip) he's always going to pile on the trauma.

But the moment he started mouthing and groping at her in the car, I knew he was out of patience. Everything else that day was window dressing and foreplay, and the bit where she picks a cute, frilly, puff-sleeved dress really sold the toy and doll comparison later, she was so right at the observation that Illumi took her as a ballerina for his music box. In the end, the daytrip really wasn't for her to enjoy: he ripped up her dream dress, dashed her hope that her cat was doing well without her, and didn't get to eat anything at the picnic aside from the morsel he gave her. Girl couldn't even enjoy the scenery cause he blocked it off with himself. The end was so despondent in comparison to the beginning where she resolves to take any out that presents itself, falling asleep and giving into the dark (Illumi) swallowing her.

And meanwhile, Illumi's just had an epiphany on why his parents kept having kids even after the designated heir Killua. And also patting himself on the back cause he checked off all the boxes on his 'perfect romantic date to-do list', and gotten the *ideal* ending of having finally lost his v-card. 10/10, Great Day. Would do again sometime (but not too soon).

The juxtapostion between her opinion of how the daytrip went and his opinion of how it went must be... something. I almost don't want to know, and I don't know how to properly describe what this made me feel, but it's visceral.

i love it when you people treat my silly little fics like they need to be studied under a microscope,,,, i will be living on this ask for weeks thank you anon <3

illumi just makes me,,, yeah. i feel like there's so little you can do to actually fight against him (running's not an option when he has you under surveillance 24/7, fighting a seasoned hitman won't end well, etc.), but good behavior only makes him more likely to proceed with the awful things he would've done anyway, had you spent every minute from your inevitably kidnapping kicking, screaming, and cursing his name. he's got a running checklist of uncomfortable positions he'd like to see you in, and it's less a question of when you'll be ready for it and more what he'll have to do to make you compliant enough to be, if not a willing participant, than a docile one. i think he does care about your feelings and you loving him back, but your priorities are so drastically different that you two are never actually going to end up on the same page. in his mind, he's done his research (i.e. played roughly a hundred hours of the most popular dating sims he could get his hands on), been a good partner, and taken very good care of his beloved doll/pet/captive. in yours, you've been violated and abused by the man who both kidnapped you and admitted to killing your cat without blinking, and there's very little reconciliation from there.

[starboishifting]

₊˚⊹☆ || what i'm manifesting when i reach the void: a list so I can just pop in there and be like "hell yeah, let me get everything on that tumblr post i made"

✮ freckles all over my face, back, and shoulders, some in the shapes of constellations

✮ ear piercings; two lobe piercings, a daith, and an industrial on my left ear and a conch and a forward helix on my right ear

✮ face piercings; snake bites, a septum, nostril on each side (and a chain to go with), tongue bar, and a vertical eyebrow piercing

✮ amazing posture

✮ sp ⋆⭒˚.⋆

✮ a brown cat named spencer

✮ a beat-up pickup truck that runs well and never needs repairs but smells like cigarettes

✮ the ability to buy cigarettes without being over 21

✮ perfect safety, no matter where i go or who i'm with

✮ spicy skills (don't ask questions)

✮ being good at makeup and hair dyeing, my makeup never smudging or melting and my hair dye never fading unless i want it to

✮ infinite and amazing wardrobe that encompasses both the grunge and goblincore aesthetics

✮ i can always get tickets to see any band or concert i want to

✮ my dog is mine again and i never lost her in the first place (i cried about her for the first time in months the other day and i am not well)

✮ the perfect jacket for a nico diangelo cosplay i want to do and also a sword

✮ a camera; just a small canon or something, something small that i can carry around with me to capture the little things i adore

✮ that all oceans do that thing with the algae, where they glow and turn that glorious blue

✮ better singing voice

this is a wip, probably lol