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midnight1nk · 8 days ago

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EPISODE CONCEPT #6

What if… there was a very special day at the Showgrounds?

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For context, the people have spoken and the poll [link] is closed, the winner being 💍 (engagement ring) so I shall reveal what it is, drumroll please...

TWO-IN-ONE DEAL: FERRIS WHEEL WEDDING 🎡 + A SPECIAL SURPRISE AT THE END 💍

SURPRISE! The Wedding Episode Concept, naturally, was the Ferris Wheel emoji, but you all get a bonus for choosing the ring! Sorry that it took so long, but I've wanted to deliver something special to you guys for my birthday! Here's to celebrating my 22nd trip around the sun!

⭐️ 🎉 🎡 🎉 ⭐️

What more could he ask for?

SMG4 has been waiting for this his whole life. He had seen dozens of romcom movies and shows, as it was his guilty pleasure, and he hoped that one day, he would fall in love and perhaps even marry his partner. Of course, it didn’t play out exactly what he had seen.

Could you imagine: him, falling in love with his rival? And a former villain no less?

If you were to tell him years ago that he was going to love, date, and marry SMG3, he wouldn’t believe you. Hell, he would’ve coughed out some water if he had a glass, or stared at you because it must be some practical joke he didn’t get. Right?

But there was no joke nor was it a lie.

Change is a curious thing; the opportunities come so many times, but it takes bravery to say, “I want to change”. It then takes a lot more to say, “I will change”. Naturally, it can be difficult as it is, change having a negative perception. But what is human if not to fear the unknown? Four knew it too well, way before he dared to ask Three out. The ‘perfect’ incident, the Meme Factory. There were a lot of moments that he wasn’t proud of, all fueled by the pursuit of fulfilling an image. To show proof that he is worthy to his friends.

This was what stuck with him for years. He was lost for so long and, although it took him a while to find his self-worth, he knew he wanted to change. It was possible because he had seen it first-hand from Three.

Standing before the tall mirror in his room, he fidgeted with his blue bowtie for what seemed like the hundredth time. It was the same bow he wore in WOTFI 2023, except for the knot coated in a rose gold metallic. This, along with the matching waistcoat, were the only things he asked to be included exclusively in his wedding attire, it felt fitting for the occasion.

Meggy: “SMG4, your wedding’s in half an hour! Don’t mess up your collar.”

Meggy and Luigi were here, helping Four prepare for his big day as well as be his emotional support. Mario was supposed to also be here but apparently, he needed to do something else. He did wish Four luck, though.

Meggy was adjusting his white coat, a fusion of a normal jacket with a tail of what seemed like a wedding dress, all with its layers of ruffles. It matched wonderfully with his white dress pants and shoes. Seeing how Four’s nerves were getting to him, Meggy left the ruffles and helped Four with his bow again. He had to look his absolute best in his suit of white, blue, and rose gold after all.

Meggy stepped back, seeing the whole picture with Luigi. Four posed modestly and a note of hesitation.

SMG4: “Well, um… how do I look?” Luigi, giving a thumbs up: “Spectacular!” Meggy: [*nods*] “Agreed!” [*looks at him with patience*] “Nervous?” SMG4, turns back at the mirror: “Meggy, I’ve been running on expresso and adrenaline for the past couple of hours. Of course, I am.”

Meggy stands behind him, putting her hands on his shoulders.

Meggy: “Do you love him?” SMG4, slips a small smile: “Is that even a question? I do.” Meggy: “And you know he feels the same.” [*Four nods*] “Even if things get tough, you guys can figure it out. I know you can. Honestly, out of the two of you, SMG3’s more of a nervous wreck than you.” SMG4: [*laughs*] “That’s Three for you.”

Four and Three have been dancing around each other for years, one unsure to make the first move. Much less if they felt like the other wouldn’t reciprocate. Pretty sure someone made a scholarly study on their would-they-won’t-they.

When Three dared to make the first move and confess his feelings, it was a lot for Four to take in. Four felt the same way, yes, but he was completely stunned by it that he didn’t know how to respond. That, unfortunately, spiraled into a series of misunderstandings and harsh tension between the two. Slowly, they later were able to clear things up, allowing Four to say “I love you too.”

Eventually, Four asked Three out. Four, being inexperienced in dating, was worried that his date plans weren’t enough. They ended up always being over-the-top. Three, on the other hand, was a complete mess because “No, Eggdog, just because Four invited me to watch a movie together doesn’t mean I can’t look fabulous, and that means I can’t mess up my eyeliner right now”. Over time, they learned to be less extreme and enjoy the simple things. As little as just Three hanging out while Four edits a video, it was worth something.

When they started dating, they decided to keep their relationship a secret. They weren’t exactly sure how the Crew would react, other than pure speculation. But there were certainly hints they’ve unintentionally left behind.

White flowers appearing in the cafe’s empty vases. Three and Eggdog frequently joining Four and Beeg4 for dinner. Three and Four falling sleep from cuddling on the game room sofa.

…Well, maybe they weren't that subtle, now that Four thought about it. He was at least glad that the Crew accepted the relationship when the two eventually told them. He took a breath and smiled at the indigo rose pinned in his lapel. Meggy was right, everything’s going to be okay.

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

SMG3: “Nothing is okay!”

Meanwhile, in the cafe, SMG3 was pacing around, his purple heels clicking on the wooden floor. Bob and Saiko looked at him, unfazed.

SMG3: “Oh, by all the memes, what if he cancels the wedding? What if he doesn't want to marry me anymore? I mean, look at me! I look ridiculous, of course he wouldn’t.”

He stopped to present his attire to the other two with open desperate arms. He wore a white sleeveless, ballroom-styled gown with some ruffles in shades of purple and indigo. Like a dyed rose. A white pair of long silk gloves to match. His long hair was tied up in a messy bun with pearls and golden leaves sprinkled on his do. For the final touch, he wore a choker with his skull symbol in gold.

Bob and Saiko exchange a glance, an eyebrow raised.

Bob: “Dude, chill. If anything, I bet that idiot is going to short-circuit, forget everything, and propose to you again the minute he sees you.” SMG3: “Bob, I’m being serious! Weddings can go to complete disaster just by one small thing, and that is a fact.” Saiko: “Well, if you’re done with your what-ifs, come and sit down. I have to put the veil on.” [*pats the stool in front of her*]

Three grumbled, reluctantly taking a seat next to Saiko as she got the long white veil.

Saiko: “SMG3, relax. He’s not going to make fun of you. And no, he's not going to leave you at the altar.” SMG3: [*sighs*] “It's just… so many things could go wrong and… I don't want to lose him.” Saiko: [*her face softens*] “Alright, name me one time he's left you behind. Or that he doesn't care about you.” SMG3: “…Touché.” Saiko: “You love him, don't you?”

Three gives her a look as if she grew two heads. Really?

SMG3: “Of course I do.” Saiko: “Does he love you?” SMG3: “…Yes.” Saiko: “Does he want to marry you as much as you want to?”

SMG3 looked back at the past, remembering that day. Four and Three, as always, have been dancing around the idea of marriage. They joke around and say “maybe one day”, despite them already having engagement rings for each other.

Separately, they asked the other’s son for their approval. Eggdog immediately said yes to Four. If his dad is happy, then he is. But when it was Three’s turn, he was shocked when Beeg gave his approval without hesitation. Beeg explained that Beeg was on his dad's side in the ‘perfect’ incident. Even if Four was possessed and Beeg didn't regularly show it, Beeg did care for his dad. Three was the one who saved him. Not only once, but twice. And even more times afterwards. Beeg was forever thankful for that. Besides, it would be cool to have a dad that's just as chaotic as he is.

Four had planned a romantic date in his favorite flower field, just to propose to Three. Little did he know, Three had the same idea in proposing that day. Naturally, there was shock, confusion, then laughter. Indeed, they were the type of couple who would propose at the same time. Three remembered Four’s reaction, a smile filled with excitement and tears of joy in the corners of his eyes.

SMG3: [*smiles fondly*] “We both wanted this, more than anything.” Saiko: [*nods*] “Then, there's nothing to worry about. Just take his hand and you’ll know: everything is going to be okay.” [*finishes up, clips in the indigo rose to his bun*] “I think you're ready.”

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

When it comes to weddings, any newlyweds surprise themselves that they could never remember the finer details. Nerves, excitement, admiration, they all seem to cloud their minds. But even then, through the gaps of clarity, one can find a few memories. It was true when Four walked down the aisle.

Thanks to the recycled rides and stands from Puzzle Park, the Showgrounds appeared livelier than ever before. The lit Ferris Wheel served as the backdrop to the outdoor venue, the sunset painting the sky.

Walking alongside SMG1 and SMG2, Four could see every friend imaginable, all standing to watch their procession. Smiles, waves. Of pride and of silent congratulations. It seemed like the whole Mushroom Kingdom and beyond were here. Meggy and Luigi really helped get everyone settled in.

He manages to catch sight of Saiko, Kaizo, and Bob on a nearby stage, preparing to perform for the reception. They all waved when they noticed Four, Bob being more focused on the DJ turntable playing a record of soft piano tunes.

Once he reached the altar and turned around to wait for his partner, he could see the rest of the Crew in the front row. A few gave him a thumbs up, some were already starting to tear up. Four took a breath, drowning the last of his nerves. It's time.

And indeed, it was. A new tune settled in and the crowd turned to the front of the aisle. Four followed their eyes and no single thing else mattered anymore.

The long-awaited newcomer, SMG3, was the most beautiful person Four had ever seen. He've been knew, of course, but here, Three looked like an angel. A bouquet of indigo and white in hand, Three walked with their son. In tiny top hats and bowties, Eggdog throwing flower petals behind his dad while Beeg was holding the rings. The audience cooed and awed at Three's appearance. Four's heart skipped a beat, his stomach fluttered with butterflies. A lovestruck smile slipped on his face.

There was a mutter from Bob, followed by Saiko elbowing him to shut up, but he wouldn't notice. There was absolutely nothing that could top this.

Then there was Three, managing to see through the veil over his face, was drawn by his love upon the altar. Four looked amazing in the suit. It fitted him like a glove, colors and all. Breath taking. Oh, how much he wanted to run up and tackle him, pepper Four's face with kisses. With all the love in the world, he was tempted to do it. Once he reached the altar, Four offered his hand, Three swore he could melt right here and now.

SMG3, looking away in bashfulness: "Um...hey." [*Four lifts his veil*] SMG4, keeping his giddy smile: "Hi, dear." [*looking to realize they were the only ones at the altar*] "Ok. First off, you look beautiful and I'm willing to skip the vows just so I could kiss you, but... um... did you get someone to officiate our wedding?" SMG3: [*looks at him blankly*] "I thought you did...?"

As if their question was answered by the universe itself, a green pipe sprouted from the ground. Of course, the man of the hour, jumping out of it...

SMG3 and SMG4: "Mario?!" Mario: "Hello! :D" [*climbing out as the pipe went back down into the ground*] "It's about time you gays tie the knot."

Mario struck a pose, wearing his usual overalls and cap except for an additional black bowtie.

SMG4: "Wait, does that mean...? Mario: "Well, you officiate plenty of weddings, SMG4. It's only fair if Mario does it for you, as your Avatar and best friend. Besides, Toadstool gave me permission."

Four and Three looked at each other and shrugged, sure why not? Seeing that there weren't any problems with it, Mario cleared his throat.

Mario: "Dear guests, we're here today to see two of our beloved friends finally be together. Heroes, partners. Not only have they saved us countless times, they also saved each other. And believe it or not, man, how it was pure torture for Mario to see their yearning." [*everyone chuckles*] "Now, Mario may not be the most intelligent, or intelligent at all, but Mario will say this: the love and care between these two is undeniable. As much as they started as rivals, they have grown to be who they are today because of their partner. A miracle of second chances, of understanding. And as their friend, Mario can say how happy he is for the two of them." SMG4, whispers: "Wow, Mario. Thank you, that was actually very sweet." Mario, whispers back: "Dude, Mario's been captain of the ship from day one. Especially because of the igloo. Anyway..."

SMG3 and SMG4 froze, and glanced at the crowd with nervous smiles. Hopefully, no one else heard that. And no, no one did.

Mario: "If anyone objects to the wedding, speak now or forever hold your peace." [*the crowd stayed silent*] SMG3: "Good, because I was about to fight anyone that did." [*Four snickers*] Mario: "Now, for the vows." [*Beeg comes forth with the rings, offering them to his dads*] SMG4, holding a rose gold ring: "Three..."

But before Four could say anything else, a loud crash interrupted the ceremony. The ground shook violently, Three and Four held to each other protectively. Then, another rumble, this time the Ferris Wheel crashing down. The impact created a giant dust storm, the terror rising within the crowd. Fortunately, no one was hurt.

As the dust settles, a large figure emerges. Unfamiliar for most, the opposite for the Crew.

SMG4, eyes narrowed: "You..." ???: "Ah, was I too late to object? Or you didn't care to invite me?" SMG3: "Please, as if we wanted you here. At all." ???, to SMG4: "Gee, and I wonder how a hero would come to ruin, marrying a villain? Then again, with you and your perfectionism, you might've already had." [*turns to Three*] "And you, did you really believe turning yourself into a "good guy" would make you feel better for what you've done in the past? Or what, did you think villains could have happy endings?"

Three frees himself from Four's embrace to step forward, an arm shielding his partner.

SMG3: "Now, listen here, asshole! Being a villain or not, I don’t give a shit what you all think of me anymore. But don’t think I’m going to let you crash in here and ruin our wedding day!" ???: "Hmph. Well then, I would like to see you try."

With a wave of their hand, a whole army of henchmen starts to emerge from the woods, marching towards them. Somehow, SMG3 pulls out a giant machine gun out of thin air, leaving everyone flabbergasted. Where the hell did that come from?

SMG3, smug: "Bet on it."

Just as everyone else reacted, Four did as well. No, like seriously, where did Three get that gun from? Regardless of what that answer may be, Four simply seeing Three's iconic grin made him blush. Screw what Four said earlier, this was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Oh spaghetti gods, that was kinda hot.

SMG4: “Three…” Please marry me... oh wait, I already proposed. Shit. SMG3, looking back at his partner with reassurance: “I know it’s not how the wedding’s supposed to go, but since when was our world ever normal?” [*offers a hand*] “Whaddaya say, want to kick some ass?”

Four, completely enamored by Three, happily accepted his hand.

SMG4: “I’d say, let’s give the audience what they want.”

He winks at the viewer. Yes, you, the one behind the screen. He then turns to Saiko, Kaizo, and Bob.

SMG4: “Drop us a beat.”

The three nodded and performed a song, unlike one that would normally play at a wedding. The two parties clash, hordes of henchmen fighting against guests in fancy outfits.

Mario and Luigi knocked out a few with a hammer and vacuum respectively while Meggy had their back with her Splattershott.

Tari shot down enemies from the sky and Melony in her god mode struck several in the ground with her sword.

In the heart of it all, there was the newlyweds. Three switched between using his machine gun to throwing bombs. Four meanwhile used his meme power and a handgun, his senses becoming hyper-sensitive. If his new abilities taught him anything, it was that he could maneuver like an actual glitch. One second, he was in front of you, and in the next, he would be right behind you to strike. To them, this was an elaborate dance that only they knew the steps of.

They supposed it was true about weddings, time moves so quickly that you never remember the finer details. But Four, protecting his partner's back, knows that, in a moment of clarity: he was lucky to have Three by his side.

Soon, the army retreated back into the woods, and the villain, tempted to hide their defeat, glared at the duo.

???: "This isn't over."

And with that, they fed in a blink of an eye. The guests cheered, celebrating their victory. Three dropped his gun and was about to ask if Four was okay. Instead, Four jumped into his arms and kissed him. Three was certainly surprised by it but kissing his love back. Their attires were tattered up in tears and stains, their hair looking like bird nests. They didn't care.

The two part, and Three raised his eyebrow.

SMG3: “Doesn’t the kissing part come after we exchange the rings?” SMG4: [*rolls eyes amusingly*] “Oh, now I’m not allowed to kiss my future husband?” SMG3: [*takes a gold ring from his gown pocket*] “Husband.”

The two exchanged the rings as they said their vow:

I, as your partner, acknowledge that we had a rough start, clashing due to jealousy and greedy desires. But despite it all, I always have and will admire you, willing to forgive you for the hurt that was done. I promise to be with you when you need me. I promise to continue to love you, be your partner-in-crime. Let me be with you in every adventure until the very last. It'll be 'you and me against the world', until the stars fall from the sky...

SMG3: “As your husband, I promise to be true.” SMG4: “As your husband, I promise to be your light.

The two shared another kiss, this time the crowd cheering for the couple. Together, always and forever. A life spent with their love is all they could ever wish.

What more could he ask for?

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

⭐️ 🎉 💍 🎉 ⭐️

Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed this episode (concept), I've been waiting to share this one with you guys for so long and I had the perfect time to do so!

By the way, for SMG4's outfit, I was inspired by this from Pinterest [link] AKA the most enby wedding outfit that I've ever seen. For SMG3, I kinda just made it up on the spot but thought about "pretty princess" the whole time. As for the battle scene, I had the perfect (oh yeah, gonna use that word) song that matches it [link], a remix track from Deadpool & Wolverine. Just imagine all the slowmo, *chef's kiss*.

Anyway, thank you all so much for the birthday wishes and presents, it really meant a lot to me and made my day feel special.

Hang on, I'm getting a call....

Whats this?? ...MERCH?!?!? That's right, introducing:

Ferris Wheel Wedding (Fake) Merch Line

First up we got a special acrylic keychain, where one side we have the lovely couple standing in front of the Ferris Wheel, and on the other side, here they are being totally badass.

It also comes in as a standee, WOW

Next up, we got a poster of the newlyweds off to their honeymoon. Aw, look at them riding Four's forklift! How lovely ❤️

And lastly, for a limited time only, we have the matching wedding rings, exact replicas of Four and Three's!

Share it with a partner if you have one, use it in an actual wedding, or just have it as a souvenir!

GET YOUR MERCH TODAY!

(i'm luke trust me /j)

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ericsprincess · 1 year ago

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baby we don’t need words

nc-17, Kevin Moon/reader, first date, cunnilingus, a tiny bit of dubcon

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Your date talks way too much.

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A/N: My love and hate letter to Kevin.

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Shut up. Shut uuuuup. Shut the fuck uuuuuuuuup.

You take a sip from your glass of red wine and inconspicuously check your watch. Sigh. You are only 24 minutes into this date and you already want to bail. You’re this close to dramatically stabbing yourself with a fork, anything that would get you out of this situation.

It’s not even a bad date per se. Technically, it’s probably the most “perfect” date you’ve ever been on. This guy - Kevin, as he introduced himself, when he asked for your number as you were waiting in the line at Starbucks - obviously put a lot of thought and effort into it. The restaurant is extra nice and fancy, but not an obvious dating spot. The table is perfectly placed with a view on the city. The candles are glimmering, making a beautiful atmosphere, together with the quiet music. Even the food he recommended to you is amazing, the wine he chose is even better.

And Kevin himself looks stunning, in perfectly fitting black slacks and navy blue shirt, just tight enough to show off his body - tall, lean with the right amount of muscle and nice frame. His hair is done prettily, he smells expensive. Genuinely a stunning piece of man, that would make you straight up salivate, usually. Especially since he looks so sympathetic, he’s friendly and smiling and not at all threatening, like some men use to be when they hit on a woman.

What’s worse, he made such a good first impression that you invested a lot of effort too. Getting asked out by a guy this hot is not a daily occurrence, not even for you. Your hair and nails are freshly done, your dress is new. Your underwear is matching.

And it’s all for nothing, you think bitterly.

Everything is perfect, save for the one fatal flaw - this guy just doesn’t shut up. And not only that. Whatever comes out of his mouth is cringe of the worst caliber and you’re about to break out in hives from it.

He watches the cringiest shows and finds them funny.

He loves internet memes, but his taste is one of a 10 years old. You force out a laugh when he shows you some. Jesus Christ.

He loves music and plays instruments, but his obsessions with some singer is borderline unhealthy. No, you don’t want to go to the concert with him.

He looooooves his job, but haaaaaaates his company. “But we are all just slaves of capitalism, aren’t we?”

His political views. Who even discusses politics on a first date? Time and place, dude.

You try to participate in the conversation to your best abilities, but often you don’t even know how to react. You don’t want to be rude, so you try to find any interest and reply honestly and thoughtfully, despite it wearing your patience down, and it seems it’s working, judging by the bright smile he’s giving you.

He obviously likes you more and more every minute.

The worst is that despite all of it, you can clearly tell he’s a harmless, genuinely nice guy with a heart of gold. Someone who is a whole person, with interests, hobbies and opinions. Someone who loves his friends and family and has values he stands by.

That all makes you feel even more shitty about the whole situation. You don’t want to hurt his feelings,

Plus, he’s really fucking hot.

You look up at his face from your glass of wine and force a smile. You hope it doesn’t look too fake. Kevin leans forward and takes your hand in his. It’s dry and warm, and it feels really good.

“What are you thinking about? You seem like you got lost in your thoughts for a minute,” he asks. He rubs your hand a little, and tilts his head in anticipation for your answer. Because, of course, he genuinely gives a fuck about what made you space out.

He looks really beautiful in the candlelight.

You down the rest of your wine and put the glass on the table. You decide in a split second. Ah, fuck it.

��Yeah, I think I just felt something snap in my dress. Like, a zipper or something. I have to go to the bathroom to check it, will you go with me in case I need help? I’m not sure I can reach it,” you smile at him apologetically.

“Sure, of course, no problem,” he agrees and gets up to follow you to the bathroom.

You open the door to the ladies room and check if it’s empty so that he can come there without hassle, then gesture to him to come inside. You find for you two an empty stall, push him in and lock the door.

“Where exactly did you feel the zipper snap? Like, in the back? I can check it for you..” he rambles and you can’t take it anymore. You grab him by the shoulders and slam him against the stall wall.

“There is nothing wrong with my zipper, and you better listen now. I’m at my fucking limit,” you lower your voice.

“I had to listen to your stupid bullshit for half an hour already, which is 30 minutes too long,” you growl at him. “Do you ever stop and think about what’s coming out of your mouth? Like, think for a second and wonder, Maybe I should not say that?”

He opens his mouth to protest, but you immediately slap your hand over him to stop him.

“No, no, no. No more talking from you, now you’re gonna listen, get it?” you ask.

He nods, looking almost nervous, and swallows visibly. His eyes are almost bulging out. He’s definitely surprised and caught off-guard by the change of your demeanor.

“Now, we are going to make a little deal and I will give you a choice. Either we end this date already and go home. Separately. And we will never speak again. Or, I can give you a second chance, but first you will reflect on whether every dumb thought you have needs to be said out loud and act accordingly,” you lay it down in front of him. You take your hand off his mouth, awaiting his answer.

“The- the second, please,” he stutters out. He’s all red and embarrassed.

However, what you can’t see, but definitely can feel, is a boner tenting his slacks.

“Okay, but just know I’m giving you another chance only because you’re really cute and seem like a nice person,” you frown. “One more thing though. You have to apologize to me for wasting my time with your dumb rambles today.”

“H-how?”

“Very simple,” you grab the front of his shirt roughly and flip you both, so that you’re the one leaning on the wall.

“On your knees,” you command and push on his shoulder, so that he kneels in front of you.

And he does. He slowly, hesitantly falls on his knees on the ground, looking at your face, as if he weren’t sure if he heard you correctly.

You push up your tight dress and at that moment he snaps out of it and rushes to help you, taking off your panties for you.

He doesn’t waste a second to kiss up your thighs, nuzzling into them and licking and sucking, leaving little marks on your skin.

“You’re so beaut- ahhh!” you interrupt him by grabbing his hair. You pull him away from you and look into his eyes.

“I said no talking,” you frown and push his head to your pussy. At least now he gets the hint and starts licking you, collecting all your wetness on his tongue and savoring your taste.

You’ve already been so wound up from the adrenaline and also the fact that you’re in a public restroom, you know you’re not gonna last very long, so you close your eyes and enjoy how his tongue flicks quickly over your clit, getting you close at a rapid pace. After a little while, he must be getting tired, but he’s not stopping, only sometimes switching from using his tongue to sucking gently. It makes you feel so warm and everything is wet and you’re already almost there.

Clearly, he’s trying to earn that second date.

You look down and for a moment just enjoy the sight of Kevin eating pussy eagerly, not saying a word. He looks so pretty like that with hair mussed up, cheeks red, barely breathing as his face is pressed closely to your body. You can see the hints of glimmering wetness on the lower part of his face, obscured by your body.

“See? You can be good for me, maybe you’re worth keeping…” you sigh and he moans in reply, but you let that one slide. Seeing the movement of hand sneaking down to touch his cock, although only over the pants, but clearly rubbing and squeezing with the purpose of getting himself off, you finally come, holding his head at your pussy so he doesn't even think of stopping or slowing down.

Your orgasm has barely stopped ringing in your ears when you notice him gasping as he comes inside his pants, his face buried in your crotch still. His hips are barely humping the air as he’s rubbing his cock through his orgasm, finally slumping down when he’s finished.

You smile brightly at him, as he kneels, spent and sweaty and ruined in front of you. There is a stain spreading in front of his dark slacks that will be only barely concealed by the restaurant’s low light.

You grab him by his shirt again and get him to stand, which he does, almost in haze, still not over his own orgasm. You pull him closer and kiss him deeply, so that you can taste yourself in his mouth.

“So, about that second date….”

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idleglowingpixels · 1 year ago

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I was rewatching Monster High: The Movie (2022) cause the sequel's coming out next week and upon rewatch, the fucking signs that Komos was actually Hyde's son not from the writing but from the COSTUME DESIGN for him was so striking to me that I'm pissed I didn't realize sooner.

Not only does he have the glasses, sideswept bangs and general human appearance of Jackson (minus the horns, I think in this universe Komos's mom was like a centaur or something, would explain why he's still so human-looking besides the horns), but there's nods to Jackson and Holt specifically all throughout his outfits in the movie.

(Also for the sake of ease I'm referring to the teacher as Komos cause typing Hyde Jr. or something constantly is gonna drive me nuts)

First, there's his main outfit which we see across the film as well as in promotional images, and YOU CANNOT FUCKING TELL ME the posing for his promo pic wasn't an intentional nod to Jackson LIKE LOOK AT THIS SHIT!!

The main thing that strikes me is the inversion of the yellow/gold and blue with Komos's tie and shirt, also the fact the colors are significantly desaturated in comparison to Jackson's flashy yellow and blue. My interpretation of this is that it's representative of the bad-guy/villainous interpretation Komos represents, in comparison to Jackson/Holt which seem to be a rare good-guy/positive interpretation of Jekyll and Hyde. It's like, yes this is the Jekyll/Hyde guy of this gen, his outfits are nods to G1 but is otherwise an entirely different character than Jackson/Holt. Which I mean, I do respect the writers for not having Komos be this gen's Holt Hyde and just as "Hyde's son," I feel like separating the two (three??) characters is and was the best decision. Just two different interpretations of the "descendant of Jekyll and Hyde" thing.

Another part of the decision to go with Jackson's more traditionally nerdy or professional type of fashion style is interesting to me. Komos does not want to be perceived as his Jekyll half, he wants to just be Hyde, hence why he refers to himself as Hyde's son not Jekyll and Hyde's son. And yet, it's like he can't deny his human Jekyll side. To be honest Jekyll's only referenced a few times in the movie (which okay, Hyde's the monster half, I get that, but you'd think he'd be a little more important yeah??) so it makes sense they're focusing on Hyde more but I did find it an interesting decision.

Next there's THIS OUTFIT which on rewatch made me audibly point like that soyjak meme like "THAT'S A REFERENCE TO JACKSON AND HOLT CAUSE OF THE YIN YANG DUAL COLOR SHIT"

Red and blue are mainly Holt's colors, but Holt's signature outfit's shirt is also dual-toned, split through the middle.

It's just with Komos, there's less of an emphasis on the yin-yang thing Jackson & Holt had in their interpretation of Jekyll & Hyde -- he's unbalanced in comparison to them -- hence it's not a black and white cardigan. Also, THE BOWTIE! Can't get more obvious with the Jackson nods than that.

There's also this outfit I wanted to mention, the one he wears during the Founders' dinner toward the end of the movie. Notice It's fully red-toned, where his initial outfit was mainly blue-toned, and the cardigan showed the transition between. It's like at first, he's studious and mellow-natured with a bit of flare but nothing too crazy -- Jekyll. Then when he's wearing the cardigan, he asks Clawdeen about her research, almost insisting she provide him the information she's gathered because of his desperation to lose the duality going on with him. And finally, at the end, he takes the potion his father made, fully embracing Hyde and abandoning Jekyll once and for all.

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That's pretty much all I wanted to mention regarding the outfits, but I remember when I first watched the movie, I was severely disappointed that Jackson/Holt were basically confirmed to not be making a return in this generation (or at least in the live-action films but I imagine it'd be pretty confusing to have two characters represent the same specific monster character in the same gen). They were a really underutilized character concept outside of Ghouls Rule, and I feel like especially with Clawdeen being half human in this version that they could've been friends or something!

Maybe Jackson/Holt could've served as the antagonist of the film in Komos's position, but not out of malice, moreso misguidance. Holt was kinda hinted at in his diaries to have depressive symptoms, it would've been interesting to explore that with how he might have low self-esteem because of his half-human-ness. Also, apparently Deuce in G1/G2 was half human too? Why did they get rid of that this gen??? I don't know why they keep shifting representation around at times.

Questionable decision making aside, I actually did enjoy this movie a lot. From an objective standpoint it's a DCOM-quality movie with average writing (except Frankie bro they were funny as hell in this movie), slightly more fashionable outfits than DCOMs, and a basic self-acceptance plot. There's several movies, including one or two in G1, with similar but better-executed writing and storytelling and similar themes. But DAMMIT I can't get enough of this movie when I see it. It's a comfort movie. :'D

I could go ON about the Jackson/Holt erasure all throughout this movie, especially with the rumors it was based off an abandoned movie concept for the two back in G1, but this post is too long already and I've distracted myself from my work enough. :'D If anyone on this side of Tumblr wants to hear that ramble, I shall ramble about it another day.

Also, HAPPY SPOOKY MONTH!!! My Monster High AU is beginning this month with the main 5 ghouls' designs as well as a one-shot I've written. Maybe stick around for that if you want to idk! :D

#linposts #monster high #monster high g3 #monster high: the movie #Mr. Komos #jackson jekyll #holt hyde #random ramblings #I promise I'm mentally well and healthy when it comes to Jackson/Holt :D I'm TOTALLY okay with them not being in G3 and being replaced :'D #I'm lying through my teeth LMAO #I do like Komos/Hyde Jr tho he slays #Just not in the same way as the OGs #He could never replace them qHq

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chodzacaparodia · 8 days ago

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i finally got caught up with a certain volleyball anime some time last week or so!! i love all the boys so much ;-; v__v my queue is now filled with more posts than it has had in weeks (currently at 200+, and 50+ in drafts) and 90% of it is haikyuu. ya girl is down horrendous

it's literally impossible to choose favorites so i feel kind of evil for asking but who is your favorite from each team?? (can pick two if one is physically not possible [i totally understand LMFAO])

I can't believe it 🤯. You know that a few hours before I got your ask, I wanted to send you an ask like "Hey, I just wanted to say that every time I see you reblog a Haikyuu!! post, I smile because I'm really glad you liked it" ?? And then I was like "Nah, I'll send it later" 😭😭 LMAOO you sensed it 😭🫶🏻

ANYWAY

First of all: *SCREAMS" It's great that you liked it so much and now they're taking over your queue and draws!! <33 yeah, girl is down bad lmaoo

True, that's pretty evil, so thank you for kindly letting me choose 2 characters from the teams hahah :')

I don't think I can choose my favorite characters from each team, because in my eyes some teams are just groups of NPCs, I'm sorry 😭😭 But here are the most popular ones teams and my favs from them:

Karasuno

Ofc Sugawara is my number one hahah. I love his personality <3 He's funny, trustworthy and expresses love through violence xD

I really respect him for being able to back down when needed and showing full support to Kageyama.

Hmm who else do I like the most? Asahi is adorable :3 Poor guy, he's always scared, I wanna hug him

Nekoma

Kenma is in my top Haikyuu!! characters, so of course he's my first choice from Nekoma. I love intelligent characters and he is the brains of this team, and he is so relatable :')

And where is Kenma, Kuroo must be there too! Just…look at him… I love how supportive Kenma is, he's a great friend and his hyena laugh kills me hahah. Funny (and clever!!) guy!

Aoba Johsai High

Oikawa is my favorite villain hahah! (seriously, I love these memes when Oikawa is next to Sukuna in the top villains 😭😭) He has his flaws, he may not be the most pleasant character, but he is brilliantly created and his frustrations are completely understandable! He is extremely human (and childish)

And... Oikawa in glasses...

For balance, I also choose Iwazumi, because someone has to control Oikawa and no one is suited for that like him xD Another character who expresses his concern through violence :')

Fukurōdani Academy

AKAASHI!!! I spent over a year writing a fanfic about him and Sakusa (as roomates and besties) and it made him one of the characters closest to my heart. His fears and worries are no stranger to me.

And of course HEY HEY HEY BOKUTO!!! He's so funny and his emo mood improves my mood xD

Shiratorizawa Academy

Semi! It's emo Sugawara, of course I love him hahah. And in time skip he's a musician, so I'm totally crazy about him

Ushijima! He's blunt and clueless and I love it. He's funny and he doesn't even try :') And he plays in the time skip in Poland, so he's my guy :3

Inarizaki High

Kita! Come, on, he's perfect! And after he burst into tears when he got the captain's jacket… that did something to my heart.

You would think I would choose Atsumu because of the amount of Sakuatsu content on my blog hahah BUT NO hahah

...no, okay, I like the guy… mostly because of Sakusa, but I like him. He's annoying, he has a nasty personality, but I've invested too much time in him, so he has to be here

Itachiyama Institute

Oh my Omi Omi, my beloved Sakusa Kiyoomi!I love this grumpy guy, he says what's on his mind. And his germaphobic side somehow wins me over. He's another character I've focused on a lot while writing fanfics, so he's very close to my heart and I feel like I understand him on a completely different, closer level

His cousin, Komori, also has to be here! He's his closest (only??) friend and I appreciate him being with him (their dynamic is gold!)! And he's just a really cool guy

Johzenji High

I will exceptionally choose a manager from this team! Hana is great, she's really screwed with these guys, but she manages somehow :')

Date Tech High

Koganegawa is an energetic and friendly boy who looks like an angry bird! I can't believe that someone can dislike him

I guess that's it?

Thank you so much for the ask, it made my day (＾▽＾) I really like these interactions! Now we can officially bond more over Haikyuu!! hahah <3

Have a nice day! ヽ(・∀・)ﾉ

#asks #<3 #haikyuu!!

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nervousshipwrecked · 1 year ago

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teratovember meme 6- bioluminescence

Whoever it was who threw the little creature into the lantern had the consideration to take the candle out before repurposing it as a cage. In any case, the candle would have been purely decorative; the fairy threw its own light, a dull gold which spilled lazily out of the faded glass panels. Picking up the lantern, I looked closer.

The fairy didn't have wings as far as I could see, but he was flitting around as much as he could with his hands tied above him to a loop at the top of the lantern. Fuzzy antennae like a moth's protruded from his head and he blinked black eyes at me in clear displeasure. I could hear his voice, something that sounded like frantic speech, still muted by the glass.

"I'm not trying to hurt you," I explained in a low voice. I just want to know what you are.

The fairy blinked at me, and then stilled. I opened the lantern and repeated myself.

"I'm not trying to hurt you."

"Well done," the fairy snapped. "Take me off this thing. My arms hurt."

"Who did this to you?" I said, unhooking the fairy and holding him with a gentle firmness while I looked him over for injury.

"Another of your kind. Uglier."

"But why?"

The fairy looked away, uncomfortable. His light changed to a soft red and he started to squirm in my hand. I realized he was blushing, and waited for him to explain.

"Grindr," he finally muttered. "He was into roleplay. You know like Neverland, with Captain Hook and Tinkerbell in the... Well, don't laugh!"

"So what, now he's off with the mermaids looking for that scoundrel Pan, now that he's interrogated you thoroughly?"

"Something like that. I thought it would be sexy and to be fair, it was. He wore me like a ring and made me rub all over his finger before throwing me in the lantern until I could be his little cockring later. But it turns out you humans really think fairies just live for a day. He threw the lantern out because he wasn't prepared to see me die. He was still really hard but he was sad about it."

"Aftercare fail."

"No shit."

He squirmed again in my hand, and huffed, still blushing. Both of us tried to ignore that he was hard, leaking in my hand and he gamely attempted to explain.

"I'm deeply embarrassed by the whole thing. My dick gets me in so much trouble, but this has got to be the last straw. I could have died. So, if you could just release me so I can go back to my toadstool and cry before finding another way to channel my monstrous libido, that would be great."

"You live in a toadstool?"

"Yes. It's wet and cold but it's home. Any other stupid questions before I go, human?"

"I mean, do you still want to hook up? I have central heating and a dollhouse with your name on it, we could-"

The fairy's light pulsed bright red, and he sputtered, before squeezing his thighs.

"Yeah. Please."

"And should I stick you back in the lantern 'til we get there?" I said, tightening his bonds before letting him hump on my thumb with a grin. "Or are you more of a trapped in the glovebox kind of guy?"

"Ah, fuck."

"I won't hang you from my rearview mirror this time, as cute as you'd be."

"Yeah, you're a real fucking gentleman," the fairy breathed, hips rutting hard. "Gonna keep me in your dollhouse?"

"And what are you going to do about it?"

He came with a long shudder, and I thought I heard bells.

#teratovember #t4t kink #nsft t4t #leo writes #this one turned out funny oh dear #size difference

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averagewriter-inthedark · 2 years ago

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That’s Classified 💄 | Everett Ross Imagine

Marvel Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Everett Ross x spy!reader (slight romantic/tension)

Content Warnings: profanity, flirtatious banter, mentions of violence | Female!reader—no use of Y/n but she/her pronouns | Wc: less than 2k

Premise: To collect intel from a spy who’s a literal ghost, Agent Everett Ross has to get out of his comfort zone with what she has in store for him.

Note: this song has been popular again due to tiktok and all the Zoolander memes and it’s giving me inspiration for a Everett with a spy who’s a baddie - Bee 🐝

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It was a bad idea…….

Agent Everett Ross was never a fan of meet ups and intel swaps being in crowded areas where watching surroundings was difficult due to chaos around. He preferred them at coffee shops and fancy restaurants. That way he could get in and out and make it look like two friends meeting up during their break or end of work day.

Clubs did not offer that simplicity.

Sweaty bodies against each other and music so loud it was just vibration to one’s ear brought complications in most cases. How could two agents discuss when they are having to yell in each other’s ear. Doing that could easily have information in the wrong hands.

So one could imagine Ross’ unease when his superior informed him he’d be going to a place called, “Eros’ Sanctuary,” that turned to be a club. Such a fitting name given the vibes were geared toward Greek mythology.

Paying the cover fee with a frown, the bouncer pulled back the velvet rope and allowed the agent through. He hated being unarmed in case something were to happen, but they had to pat him down and walk through a metal detector. So Everett made it his mission to get in, get what was needed, and get the hell out. Hopefully within an hour or less.

‘She’ll be the one in red. You’ll know when you see her,’ he read the text over again, engraving it to memory. What the hell kind of warning was that? This was a night club. Most of the people in attendance were wearing variations of red. Especially since the color palette of the place was red, black, and gold.

Sighing, Everett makes his way to the bar to get a glass of water. And sure enough, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes when he noticed a woman in a red dress sitting at the bar. ‘This is gonna be fun,’ he thought as he signaled the bar tender. “Just a glass of water, please.” The guy nodded, gathering some ice in a plastic cup before filling it with water and placing it on a napkin in front of Everett.

When the guy walked away to attend to other customers, Everett heard a chuckle from the lady, who’s face was hidden behind a book.

That’s odd…who would bring a book to a night club? Surely the music was way to loud for her to concentrate.

He had just read the title of the novel, ‘The Spy Who Came in From The Cold,’ by John le Carré, when she spoke.

“On the clock?”

Everett tilted his head in confusion, “I’m sorry?” He watched as she closed the book, allowing her face to come into view before setting it face up on the surface of the bar. Everett nearly faltered. She was stunning, with lips painted the same color as her outfit—which no doubt looked designer to go with the shiny Rolex on her wrist and diamond choker to match her earrings.

“I asked if you’re on the clock?” She repeated with a smirk. When it appeared that he still didn’t get it the woman continued. “You come here, alone, and order just a glass of water—surely because you know it’s not appropriate to be under the influence given you are here for work and not pleasure.” He didn’t know how she knew that. Now the agent was suspicious of the beautiful woman.

“You’re wearing a 5-piece suit,” she gives him a look over before gesturing her head to the side, “And if you notice in the VIP section the men there are wearing the same, but like you they are here to do business, not enjoy the entertainment of the dancers or girls throwing themselves at them. Everyone here who wants to have a good time is wearing clothing fit for a night club.”

She leans closer a tad, Everett feeling a bit flustered by the proximity. “In the thirty seconds it took for the bartender to make your ice water you checked your phone three times and checked your surroundings twice that—as though you are in search of something….or someone.” He swore his heart skipped. She had to be the person he was to meet. The look on his face must’ve told her what he was thinking because she smirked and confirmed Everett’s suspicion, “Particularly a woman in red?”

Finding his voice, the agent took a step back to give them a few inches of space but enough for her to hear him over the music. “So you’re the one?”

“Am I?” She challenged, withdrawing a cigarette from a metal tin. Everett raised a brow, glancing at the ‘No Smoking’ sign that was literally behind the bar. The bartender didn’t even react as she lit the tobacco and leaned back in her chair. “What all have you heard, Silver Fox?”

Everett had to hold back a reaction at the nickname. “You sure you wanna discuss this right here. In the open?” She didn’t even seem fazed.

“I know when I have eyes on me, agent,” she smirked at the way he had to look over his shoulder at anyone who could’ve heard the title. She already had made it known there were men doing business not too far away. What kind of business? He had no idea, but the last thing he needed was his cover to be blown. “Like how I had your eyes on me as you approached this bar.” Now she got him, the man blushing at the fact he was caught.

“Well, you’re wearing red,” he pointed out the obvious. “And that was the only information I was given.”

“Keep telling yourself that, hot stuff,” she winked, bringing the cigarette to her mouth again.

Feeling warm, Everett adjusted the collar of his dress shirt, taking another glance around the club for prying eyes. It must’ve amused the spy, for she just gave a look that read, ‘Are you done?’

“Do you have it?”

“Have what?”

Now he was glaring, “I don’t have time for this, Miss….whoever you are.” That was the thing he read about in her file. Well if one could call it a file. It was literally blank. When asked what was the reason for her information/records erased, the answer he was given was, “She’s part of a retired operative program we used to fund. Those involved had their files wiped so they are completely under the grid. Ghosts, is the best word to describe them. They only make contact when necessary.”

So no name. No background. No identity.

She was a living ghost that walked the Earth.

Everett didn’t understand why now all of a sudden she was brought back into the light. But it must’ve been important because his boss was on the verge of a mental breakdown if they didn’t get whatever intel she had gathered. Whatever it was crucial to the agency and their allies. Quite possible could be the make or break of a possible World War.

“I don’t wanna be here longer than I have to. The deal was you give up whatever I need to have on me when I leave this place, and you get whatever was promised by Fontaine.”

“Aren’t you a peach, Agent Ross,” she laughed, not dismayed by his attitude. Obviously she’s had to deal with worse in her career—even her life. His blood ran cold at the fact she knew his name.

“You know about me?”

“Of course I do,” she tapped the cigarette against her compact astray. “You don’t think I do my research before I meet with potential enemies or allies. I know all about you, former Air Force pilot Everett K. Ross turned agent of the Central Intelligence Agency,” again Ross had to look around the club, “—including the fact you’re recently divorced from CIA Director, Contessa Valentina Allegra de Fontaine.” She watched his face fall at the mention of his ex-wife. “You’re also quite close to the royal family of Wakanda—but your peers at the CIA do not know, do they?” Thank God he wasn’t wearing a comm, it would’ve been too noticiable when going through security.

“What are you doing?” He questioned with a slight edge to his tone, willing himself to remain composed.

“My job,” she leaned forward, keeping the flirtatious smile on her lips. “You made the mistake of coming here in a suit. Now those guys I told you about probably think you’re here for matters other than trying to find a lady to warm your bed.” He blushed again, not liking the way his body was feeling when she brushed a finger against his tie. “And you ordered water, a tell tale sign you came here to remain sober,” she brought her half drank glance of whiskey to her lips, Ross noticing it for the first time.

“I’m trying to help you, Agent Ross,” her mouth moves closer to his ear, “you need to make it look like you’re here for another motive. Get them off your trail before they become too suspicious of you given this is your first time here and those guys are in that booth every weekend. They will figure it out if you don’t start putting on an Oscar worthy performance.” She places a hand on his chest, the other going to the back of his neck. “Put your hand on my lower back.” That had alarm bells go off in his head

“Why—?”

“Just do it now before the guy approaching the bar sees us.” Quickly his hand goes to her back, flinching when it makes contact with her skin. Now he remembered her dress had an open back, the material falling low just above her ass. God he must’ve looked ridiculous by his flustered state. Here he was with a beautiful woman in his arms having to make it look like they were about to make out right there.

“What I’m about to tell you cannot be repeated,” she keeps her mouth to his ear, feeling tighten his hold. “Promise me, Everett. I know you are hesitant to trust me—wouldn’t put it past Fontaine to warn you off about me and what I do, but there are things bigger than you and I happening around us so I need your word.”

Everett, feeling bold, starting lightly stroking his hand against her skin. “You have it.”

“I cannot say much for fear of it getting into the wrong hands, but you seem like a genuine man. And if what I read about you is true, then you would do anything to do the right thing even if it costs you.” She pulled away slightly to offer a light kiss to his cheek, mostly due to the fact the man in the suit was ordering a round and had eyed them.

“Fontaine’s got a little secret,” she felt him stiffen. “One I uncovered on my last assignment. One she wants to get rid of by offering me a very generous amount of money to hand over along with anything else I ask for. Did you ever notice a change in her behavior when she debriefed you?”

Everett thought for a moment, thinking back to hours before when he was in the meeting with Val and some other high ups in the agency. She seemed to be in distress, checking her phone and email every few minutes and questioning if they had heard anything new. “She seemed a bit more on edge than usually.”

“That’s because she’s scared of what I can do with this information. She knows if it gets out it’s all over for her,” she wrapped her arms around his neck, lightly swaying them to the music. “Ever since the Blip she’s has been scheming, plotting, gathering those she needs to get the work done.”

“What work?” Everette muttered, moving against her as she led them in a dance. “Who?”

“Everything you ought to know will be with you when we part ways tonight,” she assured. “You better come up though with an excuse as to why I didn’t give you it. Say I betrayed you—that I didn’t show up. Fontaine already gave me what I want so it would be believable. Don’t let her be suspicious of you when you do. Otherwise you could find yourself arrested for treason when the one who belongs behind bars is her.”

As though all the blood had drained from him, Everett tried to keep steady by what she was telling him. While part of him screamed to be suspicious, there was a deep feeling in his gut that she was being truthful. That Val was corrupt. It made the situation take a different turn with Everett’s mind racing on what to do. How the hell was he supposed to approach the subject when he was to meet with Val that night to hand over whatever it was the spy obtained.

“Don’t look to stiff, Ev,” she pulled him from his thoughts, pulling away once it was clear. The man in the suit had taken his drinks and returned to the VIP lounge. “Just stay with me a little longer and I’ll send you off. But I need to be reassured we have an understanding of each other. Yes?”

“I’ll throw them off your trail.”

“You mean your trail,” she corrects, doing nothing to ease his anxiety. “My road ends tonight once we depart. Remember, I am a ghost. You people only hear from me when I let myself be known. Once I go cold I’m only a rumor with no trace to lead you to me.” How fitting for her to use the word ‘cold’ as a spy, when the book she was reading when Ross arrived was ‘The Spy Who Came In From the Cold’.

Seeing his look of near disappointment, she smiles, “How about we give one last show to our little friends. I don’t think they’ve been convinced yet.” While he doesn’t glance to the booth, her expression is enough to indicate they were being looked at.

“How do you suppose we do that?”

She moves closer again, this time cupping his cheeks in her hands. “You trust me, Everett?” He could feel his heart pumping, warmth filling his veins, but nodded nonetheless. She wastes no time in connecting their lips.

The kiss is soft and tentative, the spy allowing him to take control if he wanted. Slowly he moves his mouth against hers, hands going to rest on her hips while she pushes against him. The music continues to blast, patrons moving around them to get to the bar and ignoring the fact they were making out. There was pretty much a couple on every corner of the club doing the same.

She pulls away after a few seconds, but offers another peck to his lips before taking a napkin to wipe at the lipstick residue. She gives a signal to the bar tender, telling him to close her tab before pulling out a lipstick tube from her small handbag.

“It was a pleasure doing business with you, Agent Ross,” she places the napkin on the counter beside his full water cup, not taking her eyes off of his. “I’m gonna go touch up my lipstick in the bathroom. Forgot my compact mirror when I was leaving—you know, in a rush. I hope to one day run into you again.”

“How will I hear from you?”

A smirk makes it’s way on her lips, face illuminated by the red strobe lights shining down from the ceiling. “You’ll know.”

He didn’t know what made him ask, knowing she wouldn’t tell him, but he did anyway. “Will you tell me your name?” Her eyes seemed to sparkle, a genuine smile appearing now on her expression.

“That’s classified,” She stepped forward, so their chests were pressed together. “Maybe one day I’ll tell you. Until then I shall leave you with his word of advice: sometimes objects are not what they seem, best to check them out before leaving them be. Good luck, Everett.” Stroking his cheek with her hand, she winks and moves past him in the direction of the bathroom.

He watched her go, disappearing in the crowd of patrons until she was no longer in his sights. The breath he’d been holding in finally escaped, the man bringing a hand to the bridge of his nose as his brain processed everything that had happened.

“You alright there, buddy?” The bartender asked, coming up to wipe the surface.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he replied, looking over his shoulder again to see if he could find her. But he came up empty handed feeling another wave of disappointment. Then he became confused, and slightly angry when it crossed his mind that she didn’t give him the intel. She gave maybe a penny’s worth of information. All she did was accuse Val of something he had no proof of. “Dammit.”

She deceived him. Like the spy she was. No wonder she was so good at what she did.

“You sure, man? I mean you haven’t even touched that water I gave you a while ago.”

He really couldn’t care less about the water. Not when he was gonna have to deal with a shit show when he returned to the agency. Waving a hand, Everett started to turn so he could face the bartender. “Can I actually get a bourbon on the rocks—,” he cut himself off when his eyes landed on water cup.

More specifically the object next to water cup. A Mac lipstick tube. The one he saw her pull from her purse.

“You said bourbon? Any particular one?”

Unable to think straight, Everett rushed out, “A-anything on the top shelf.” When the guy walked off, Everett picked up the tube. Inspecting it upon first glance, it appeared to be a normal lipstick from Mac cosmetics with the shade sticker reading, ‘Ruby Woo’ which he assumed was the red color she was wearing that now stained his lips and the napkin.

She said she was going to touch up her lipstick….but left said product on the counter for him to find.

Everett now thought back to the riddle she told him, ‘Sometimes objects are not what they seem, best to check them out before leaving them be.’

“I wonder…” he said to himself, nodding when the bartender placed the glass of alcohol in front of him. Turning away so no one could see what his hands were doing under the bar countertop, Everett let his curiosity get the best of him and opened the tube. Then he twisted the bottom so the contents would appear.

It wasn’t the red color he would’ve expected from a makeup product. No, it wasn’t even a lipstick at all.

It was a hard-drive.

“Did you get it, Ross?” Val’s voice was calm, but he could tell she was worried. “Did she give it up like she promised?”

“We got a problem, Director Fontaine,” he spoke with mock frustration.

“And what would that be?”

Everett’s gaze focused on the computer screen, watching as files upon files appeared proving everything the woman in red told him. The drive sticking out of the random computer he bought solely for it as to not have his personal or work one hacked. This device would never be known to the agency and remain hidden until he could gather what was needed to expose the dirty laundry his ex-wife and current boss was trying to hide.

A chat box popped up in the corner of the screen. Red lettering glowed as more information surfaced behind the window. Everett felt himself smirk, speaking into the receiver, “It looks like your little friend decided to double-cross you. She never made her presence known.” As Val started to lose it on the other end of the phone, Everett read over the words staring back at him.

“Let the game begin, Silver Fox.”

#Spotify #everett ross x reader #everett ross imagine #everett k. ross #everett ross #everett ross fanfiction #martin freeman #avengers imagine #avengers fanfiction #spy!reader #marvel fanfiction #marvel #marvel imagine

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myassbrokethefall · 1 year ago

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xf rewatch: jersey devil & shadows

Two early-series stinkers (affectionate) that, at least in the case of Jersey Devil, have achieved cult status or at least meme status for generally being enjoyable as hell. I imagine Fox executives side-eyeing a little, like, what is this, bring back those Squeeze guys or that Chris Carter who wrote the first couple… Really? Uh oh.

I have a deep and abiding love for Shadows partly because I once wrote a recap of it for a fan project, and being me I watched it like 85 times while taking copious notes and turned in a probably 10,000-word analysis, so I know it very well. I DO feel my love for it is justified, partly in its campiness and general silliness (GHOST BOSS. BLOOD BATHTUB. MURDER… AT THE ATM [MACHINE]) but also because Mulder and Scully are great in it, really Detectiving the hell out of the case, interviewing a hilariously mannered and conveniently expositional cemetery groundskeeper, doing a face-to-face with the medical examiner (Howard Graves… Is Very Dead) (she is my favorite, I say this every time, RIP Lorena Gale), and really using their combined powers of Believing and Skeptical in convincing Lauren to cooperate. Yes, there are TWO entire scenes where Scully misses the paranormal thing by seconds; yes, Mr. Dorlund is transparently evil to a ridiculous degree; yes, Lauren wears A LOT of Laura Ashley-ish florals (and this is the episode of Scully's glorious Halloween outfit of black suit, orange blouse, white tights; ah I love it). But, look, at the end, the case is over, and Mulder is like, well, case is over. Should we maybe go see the Liberty Bell? How often do we get to see scenes like that?? For that bit alone I love it, and that's without the Mulder slo-mo (in all of our hearts) jacket swing, Scully's Poltergeist impression and general horror-movie knowledge at the ready, Mulder with his feet on the chair, once again Dr. Ellen Bledsoe being the greatest, Mr. Dorlund getting his uh, wrist squeezed very threateningly with his uh, gold bracelet, by a ghost, Mulder's UNNECESSARILY flirty move of swinging his arm around Scully and breathing on his glasses to show her he snagged a fingerprint… ah it's great. Forget those Squeeze guys, hire these dudes! …They what? OUTSTANDING news.

One more thing I find amusing about Shadows is, I recently was reminded of Glen's ancedote that it came out of a note they got that Mulder and Scully needed to help people. Heheh. "This bitch needs help, get in there, you jerks!" I yelled at Mulder and Scully in multiple scenes this time through. I'd say Ghost of Howard Graves ultimately did more helping in the end, with his supernatural powers, but they tried. And they managed to stop saying vaguely flirtatious dialogue while staring intensely into each other's eyes long enough to at least give her a little encouragement I guess.

I skipped right over Jersey Devil, which is also a silly episode but, honestly, I think comes off better of the two of them. On the other hand, would I say that without the legendary appearance of the Bigfoot Titties drawing? Hard to say. I should add that Mulder and Scully are CRIMINALLY adorable in these episodes, still in their rosy-cheeked (or over-blushed), round-faced big-eyed high-voiced toddler days, and it is difficult to imagine that THE UNIVERSE COULD CONTAIN anything cuter than the last scene (Who was that on the phone? A guy. Same guy as the other night? Same guy. What are you doing, Scully? Going with you to the Smithsonian.) Despite them referencing (in BOTH these episodes) the having or not having of a life (side note, I can't express how common the phrase "get a life" or "he has no life" were back then; that was like cool slang man), vestiges of said life-having remain, with Scully having girl talk with Ellen (I remain obsessed with that exchange: "I thought you said he was cute"/"He's a jerk. …He's not a jerk. He's obsessed with his work"), The Date, Scully's old professor (wonder if she fucked that one. ha), and even more subtle things like Mulder saying "Thanks, Fran" after signing out a car. (Other people work at the FBI! And Mulder and Scully know their names!) (I also found endearing the extremely quick shot of the comics that Fran has taped to her desk. Very nice little set detail.) It all feels so ordinary and workplacey, which I am finding really enjoyable; it's like, a normal government office where people work, and Mulder and Scully also work there, and it just enhances it (enhance!!) when they're working a case and suddenly like a ghost causes a car accident. Or when a hot naked lady (I was impressed with how clear her ass was in the iTunes version of this; I suppose they didn't really bother to blur it back in the standard-definition days and I guess now we are all enlightened in the seeing of asses on TV) attacks Mulder in a dramatically lit warehouse. (Hey baby, come up to Vancouver, you can be on my show! Is something I suspect DD said a lot in the early to mid 90s.)

I'm really not trying at all with this post, sorry. I will wrap up with the revelation that, at least according to the procedural forensic efforts of my friend and me, Bill Dow who plays Chuck Burks plays NOT ONE, BUT TWO DADS in this episode — the guy in the 40s, and the guy at the end hiking with his kid. (Same kid too, I think.) Yes? No? Why isn't Chuck Burks on the convention circuit? Is my question.

Anyway, The X-Files rules. Next up, Ghost in the Machine, which I haven't seen in ages so that should be fun. Sorry these posts are so incredibly lame, lmao. Send tweet

#xf rewatch rambling #jersey devil #shadows #i do know how to use paragraph breaks but sometimes i don't want to because that requires me to organize my thoughts #this blog is free ok #i also know how to use parentheses (clearly)

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nebulaegalaxy · 2 years ago

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Hi im late but for the character meme, rapidfire round: naven, ramsey, zora, qibli and peril :3c

Naven:

First impression: oh he’s just a lil guy!

Impression now: the therapy friend needs therapy [still love him]

Favorite moment: it’s not even canon but “my epithet is twink!”

Idea for a story: :)!

Unpopular opinion: i actually like ac naven. he’s a lil shit but he’s one of my favorite lil shits

Favorite relationship: none really [unless we count platonic but i’m gonna go w the assumption we’re not]

Favorite headcanon: BOY OH BOY DOES HE ACTUALLY NEED THOSE GLASSES

Ramsey

First impression: scrunkly lil rat man

Impression now: this guy deserves a break holy shit [but i’m not gonna be the one to do it]

Favorite moment: oh! it’s extreme ee spoilers from ac! so i won’t say here so i don’t get yelled at by the portion of ee fandom that didn’t watch it

Idea for a story: [in the middle of trying to brainstorm nicknames he might call molly for yet another “[x adult character] would be a better parent for molly” au]

Unpopular opinion: i don’t think i have one?

Favorite relationship: him and zora and/or percy

Favorite headcanon: GOLD BLUSH GOLD BLUSH GOLD BLUSH

Zora

First impression: oh she’s kinda mean-

Impression now: ma’am i would like your gender [has already stolen her name]

Favorite moment: pretty much most of them, including in ac

Idea for a story: i honestly wanna try to dip into childhood friends stuff w her and percy. we’ve done her and ramsey [multiple times!] and ramsey and percy but.

Unpopular opinion: again, i don’t think i have one

Favorite relationship: her and ramsey and/or percy

Favorite headcanon: she has freckles! and you can pry that from my cold dead hands!

Qibli

First impression: look at this fuckin nerd [/pos]

Impression now: LOOK AT THIS GUY

Favorite moment: every time him and winter bicker like an old married couple

Idea for a story: uuuhh no thoughts head empty a lot of what i might’ve wanted to do has been done

Unpopular opinion: maybe we don’t go there

Favorite relationship: him and winter and/or moon [softly: wibli....]

Favorite headcanon: [chanting] trans qibli trans qibli trans qibli

Peril

First impression: oh she’s a little fucked up actually

Impression now: oh she’s just a lil guy!

Favorite moment: that one bit at the end of her book where she starts a sentence out loud and finishes it in a v stupid way in her head, making moon laugh

Idea for a story: i want her to actually meet her brother

Unpopular opinion: i’m not sure i have one?

Favorite relationship: her and clay [tho she still has some issues to work out]

Favorite headcanon: pan but doesn’t realize bc literally only clay is able to touch her w/o hurting themself

#epithet erased #anime campaign #wings of fire #naven nuknuk #ramsey murdoch #zora salazar #qibli #peril #ask meme

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relamune · 2 years ago

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Kael'thas for the ask meme thingy please i need

favorite thing about them Okay I'll try not to write a novel here but there's so little I don't adore about Kael'thas & it's hard to choose just one thing for this lmao. Like you can tell he cared/cares about his people a LOT, he just made some very poor decisions. I love that despite everything he tries to put the blood elves first, he definitely shouldered way more responsibility than he really needed to even for their leader imo, he had other people he could have relied on to share that burden! but he didnt!

Even before the scourge or the outlands, kael had SUCH an interesting personality? Like hes sometimes this bratty childish prince that can be stubborn as hell if he doesnt get his way but he's also easily one of the most powerful mages at the time, even getting on the council of six seemingly relatively easily because of it. So he may be a bit spoiled but he definitely clearly knows how to reign himself in & be serious when he needs to be & that makes him such a fun character with depth beyond just leaning into one trait or another.

Blizzard really shafted themselves when they tossed him away, I would have LOVED to see him progress through the expansions beyond being forgotten about until Shadowlands. least favorite thing about them how blizz threw him away :) I will never recover from the knowledge that they used him PURELY to fill a raid boss slot. He had SO MUCH POTENTIAL. I guess on the other hand we probably wouldn't have nearly as much content with the triumvirate as we do but I'm still not happy about nerfing Kael like that. favorite line "This is your brain, say hello brain. (brain says 'Hello!') And this is your brain on fel magic: (fel magic burns)(brain cries in pain) Any questions?"

(Honestly any of the HoTS quotes are gold this one just made me laugh the hardest) brOTP Hot take perhaps? Sylvanas pre-scourge. I like to imagine he kept trying to play matchmaker with her & lorthemar at that time & both of them hated the concept (but unfortunately kael is a stubborn bitch) but otherwise their friendship was equal parts business and jovial (as much as Sylv could be anyways) OTP honestly a BIG tie between Kael x Rommath & Kaellidan nOTP Controversial take in the Kael fandom probably but Jaina. I like them as friends or friendly rivals but don't really understand why there would be romance between them. random headcanon okay idk if this is gonna make sense & this is more of like a character study headcanon rather than a legit "this is how I think he goes about life" sort of thing but i have a big hc the triumvirate are just...sections of Kael. His laidback/care free traits being Hal, His leadership & determination & drive to protect the blood elves being Lorthemar, & his passion for magic & everything scholarly being Rommath. Idk maybe I'm looking to far into it but the fact Lor has reminded Rom of Kael on more than one occasion & vice versa really has me thinking on this.

If you want like a legit headcanon tho I definitely think Rommath got his humor and love of puns from Kael back from when they were younger. Kael said one (1) pun once, Rom laughed his ass off (& still refuses to admit it), & has come to appreciate the crafty wordplay of puns ever since.

Also another for you as an excuse to put it somewhere :: his title "the sun king" was actually from Illidan, back during one of their first meetings. Illidan meant it more in a derogatory way towards kael but kael thought it was brilliant & adopted it unpopular opinion i,,, actually dont like his VA in TBC. Nothing against the guy personally, imo it just doesnt fit Kael? I liked the one they used in Heroes of the Storm & SL (which i...THINK is the same person? idk im bad with remembering names but they sound similar so im sticking with that assumption) song i associate with them I have way too many actually that are just ship songs but I do associate this one specifically with Kael

Glass Animals - The Other Side of Paradise favorite picture of them his hearthstone battleground illustration does very gay things to me

#oh this was fun tysm #g: wow #kaelthas sunstrider

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blazingstorm8895 · 2 months ago

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Oh fuck I forgot to update my Gravity Falls watchathon regarding the Gravity Falls Finale

Spoilers below!

Part 1/4:

oh. oh the intro changed. Oh it’s fucked up and evil. This is peak intro to Weirdmageddon. Also goddamn Bill killed the Time Baby? And the Time Squad? Just like that? Holy fuck.

Also damn Bill’s havoc is. Wow

Also Gideon’s a little shit here, at least Dipper finally got some sense in his head

Part 2/4:

Happy Mabel Fun Time Land! I did a triple take when Mabel said that in the bubble, “the party will never end”. That’s what Bill said too that’s why he’s doing everything. Oh. Oh he was making a Mini-Bill over eternity. Fucked up. Also fucked up how Not-Wendy wanted Dipper to take her hand. Making a deal. Fndkgnsk ajgnskgkak. Also kinda funny how half a week has passed but only in Gravity Falls, the entire outside world is unaffected. Also also how did the cartoon bros escape. What. Also also also is the title a reference to hit movie Madagascar 2: Escape to Africa?

Part 3/4:

Welcome back wax guy and Multibear! Also holy fuck, ANIME. SHACKTRON. THE OLD MEN MEET AGAIN OGNEOGJWO. THE CIRCLE FINALLY RETURNS (though I can’t help but feel that Pacifica and Wendy were hammed in. At least Fiddleford was wearing the new glasses for several episodes now. Ice meaning cool and Pacifica only wearing the llama sweater that episode feels like too little for them. Also Stan and Stan fucked up the circle and now Bill’s gonna torture them all. Oh. Oh. Oh. The series finale next episode. Ohohohoohohohohoh

Part 4/4 (apparently Part 3 and Part 4 were aired back to back so technically still Part3/3):

It’s over.

I know that if I hadn’t been spoiled on Stanley’s switch nor on his recovery, I would’ve been bawling. I teared up at the part where Mabel doesn’t want to part with Waddles, like you can’t do that to me. Even as a fakeout you can’t force a girl to part with her pet pig

The credits were nice, forgot about Dipper 3 and Dipper 4. Nice to see that they are content with their lives in the woods. Also those moments between the family? That’s sweet. Also nice to see both Stan’s threaten the bus driver for Waddles, really cool of both of them. Overall, it’s a touching note for the series to end on.

When Bill turned into the statue I gasped and pointed like that one meme. That’s the thing from the ARG hunt and the Book of Bill I think

TLDR if I hadn’t been spoiled on major plot points (especially the later ones), I would’ve enjoyed it more. Even so, I still enjoyed this series a great deal, and I’m glad I took the time to watch it.

Oh and also minor note, the furthest episode aired that I watched as a kid appears to be Season 2 Episode 7: Society of the Blind Eye. Everything after I hadn’t watched before. Final calculations incoming beep boop beep

Watched:

S1: Episodes 1-4, 7-9, 11-14, 16, 18-19

S2: Episodes 4, 6, 7

That’s 17 episodes out of the (for all intents and purposes) 40 aired, meaning I watched 42.5% of the show as it aired and missed out on 57.5% of the show until now (spoilers not included).

Oh yeah the cops just straight up said they love each other. Hell yeah

Oh fuck me how could I forget about Soos inheriting the Mystery Shack

He deserves it, Soos the goat

Oh yeah also in Part 4, when Bill turned the others into paintings my jaw dropped and I went “oh my god, like from A Link Between Worlds! He Link-Between-Worlds’ed them!”

Also also Gideon still being in touch with his prison friends and using them to get back at that bully was funny

BIG TLDR: big good show even when I got spoiled on pretty much everything from “Not What He Seems” to “Somewhere in the Woods”. Peak fiction I fear. Maybe one day I’ll get into the books and the other media, but for now, I’m content with looking at Tumblr, what with Grunkle Stunkle Wins The Finkle Bunkle and Pyramid Steve and all the fanart skfkabfjangjkwndksbdksj

Anyways I gotta go to sleep now maybe I’ll do Adventure Time next stock for Weirdmageddon buy gold byeeeee

Wait what the fuck I didn’t know you could change text colour until just now. Oh okay but still BYE

#gravity falls #gravity falls season 2 #gravity falls season 2 spoilers #gravity falls spoilers #gravity falls weirdmageddon #gravity falls watchathon #bingewatching #that’s all folks #gravity falls episode 18 spoilers #gravity falls episode 19 spoilers #gravity falls episode 20 spoilers #weirdmageddon spoilers #gravity falls weirdmageddon spoilers

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shuchu · 2 years ago

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here are my live reactions compiled into one post because i don't wanna spam y'all (bruh tumblr keeps putting a community label on this post even tho it's barely nsfw lmfao but anyways, just for tumblr: NSFW, MINORS DNI)

luca

AYO LUCA????? THIS MUSIC IS MAKING ME FEEL THINGS- maybe i'm just horny

the live voice acting tho??? he's so cute

omg i think their outfits are based on how they were before they got isekai-ed, the person on twitter was right !!!!

LUCA LAUGHING AT HIS LINES IN THE VISUAL NOVEL? LORE? THIS MAN 💀

AYO SHOWING OFF HIS MUSCLES???? OKAY THIS DESCRIPTION...i think i'm gonna lose my mind when i actually see it

awww baby's nervous, he's so cute

hand reveal? lmao- OKAY RINGS WTF NEW NECKLACE JUST DROPPED, CHOKE ME

HIS JACKET???? LOOKS STYLISH AS HELL SHEEEESH

okay ngl i love the outfit so far, it's only half body rn

mans really said, "you haven't even seen me take it off yet." WTF LUCA???

I'M STARING DISRESPECTFULLY- MAN TIDDIESSSSSSS LEMME AT EM BOOBA STRAP LESSGOOOO

HE HAS A CHOKER AND A GOLD NECKLACE WHAT THE FUCK I'M GOING FERAL- THE UNHOLY THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD RIGHT NOW SNAJXJSBJX

FANGIES????? hana has fainted

OMG PIERCINGS???? THE SUNGLASSES. STOP- where can i get myself a luca kaneshiro?

HE TOOK THE JACKET OFF?? PUT ME IN A CHOKE HOLD WITH THOSE ARMS PLEASE

OFF THE SHOULDER??? AND FOREHEAD KISS???

NEW OVERLAY???? it fits the vibes of his new outfit so well and new alerts?? poooooogggg

NEIL *shakes fist*

imma have luca brainrot now- imma die i love his new outfit

shu

HOLY SHIT MY SHUEY SHU I'M SO EXCITED

his outfit looks so detailed i can't

omg his handmade lore vid THIS MAN HAHAHA

"oh wait i'm supposed to be an adult now" *elongated self* I CANT WITH THIS MANS

THE ZOOM IN HAHAHAH NOT THE LMAO. THIS IS WHY THIS MAN IS MY OSHI LMAOOOO

THE POOP HAHAHAH

"STOP TYPING LMAO" LMAO I CANT HAHAHAH THE FUCKING BANANA

"shirtless? will that get me views? will that get my son views on youtube?" THE ZOOM IN ON THE MOM I'M FUCKING DYING I LOVE MY OSHI

"coincidentally there's a random man wearing this" I'M DYING

SHU'S LAUGH HE'S SO CUTE

THE SHADOW???? DUDE I'M SIMPING ALREADY

he has beads in his hand?

NOT THE POOP SHAPED REVEAL SASUGA MY OSHI

HAND REVEAL??? HE HAS GLOVES? WAIT WHAT'S THAT??

OMG HE HAS A MARK ON HIS FOREHEAD AND HIS BANANAAAAAA

WHOAAAAA HE LOOKS SO ROYAL, REGAL, FORMAL WHAT THE HECK

YO I LOVE HIS FIT it's so intricate and detailed

feet? for free? 👀 yamitoes ehe

the bone bois!!!

his outfit is probably the most complicated of all luxiem boys, vox might be a close second tho

HE CAN PUT HIS ARM DOWN BRO WHAT THE FUCK FINALLY LMFAOAOAOAO

HE CAN TAKE THE OUTER LAYER OFF??? he's so pretty, pretty boi <33

"the lashes stay tho, slay" HAHAHAH

NEW TRANSITION AND OVERLAY??? LESSGOOOO

like vox said: more of this please-

he's perfect, couldn't possibly stan my oshi any more than i already do

mysta

meeeeestaaaaa bb

what is this starting screen 🧍🏻‍♀️

lmao mysta rp asmr? ayo? OMEGALUL

this man...

HE WRAPPED HIMSELF UP HAHAHAH WHAT THE FUCK

NOT THE LIP EMOJI HAHAHAH I'M DYING

"i'm all bondaged up" okay mysta

"i found out a fetish that i didn't even know i had" mystaaaaaa HAHAHAH

THE BROTHERS AND THEIR MEMES I FUCKING CANT

this goofy ah man

he's got a briefcase, we been knew

"hand. tee es kay ar" LMFAO

not him wanting to swing the briefcase against someone's head 💀💀

"surface level dps" 💀

not the briefcase pickup line, this man...

he has a scarf, pien 🥺

"i still got the sex gloves" lmaoo

UKI'S NOTIFICATION ON TWITTER GOT ME CACKLING: "oh shit merry christmas" LMFAO

his outfit looks so comfy ue

HE HAS A MONOCLE (i think that's what it's called) ???

THE LITTLE BERET???

MINI PONYTAILLLLLLL

no hat no glasses, pien 🥺 he's so baby

new earrings too <33

"you guys wanna see me take off my clothes now?" i-

omg without the outer layers??? why does he look like such a good boy 💀

i love the layered necklaces tho!!!

he has such a tiny waist wtf what a slut

OMG HE CAN PUT HIS ARM DOWN TOO

i wanna give him a hug 🥺

THE OUTRO MUSIC UEUEUE

vox

voxyyyyy

this is so calming?

sasuga voxy, the production quality. GOD

shu and sonny VA!!! is the other one kotoka? meloco? kotoka for sure after watching more

TSKR JAPANESE

ONIGIRIIIIII

omg new overlay?

"oh my god. BALLS." sasuga vox

his nails are so long sheesh

"you know i keep that mf-ing thang on me" this guy lmaooo

OH HE'S ACTUALLY GOT HIS BOOBA OUT

ayo new eye makeup? pog

YOO he actually looks like a demon now jesus

yoooo black and gold horns!!!!

ponytail vox sheesh

ngl, i think this is my second fav outfit, i'm a sucker for intricate and detailed outfits

ike

PLAID GANG

HEELS STEP ON ME IKEY

such a comfy outfit ueue

the turtleneck eeee

not the steve jobs from vox on twitter lmao

OMG THE EYEBROW PIERCING AND THE BERET

eeee he's comfy boi

ikey wikey ;w; he's so precious help

omg he can write in his book now!!!

his outfit is so lowkey which is not a bad thing !!! i love!!!

THE WINKKKKKK IKEY STOP

new intro and more stuff coming?? AAAA

HE HAS MORE???? king of jebait for real

OMG HE'S GOT A SURPRISE FOR US

aaawww his new starting screen with hints to the previous ones aaa i love that 🥺

i love all their new outfits, i love that for ike and mysta it's peak comfy vibes, luca looks really handsome in his and vox and shu it's just so regal and detailed ugh i love, i stan

i can't stop looking at shu

#hana rambles ♡#luxiem new outfits AAAA #WHAT DO YALL THINK #luxiem #nijisanji en

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luckhissoul · 2 years ago

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@agoldenlily asked :: “When did I agree to pretending to be your date?”

she looks good, doesn’t she? perfect even. with the different colored lights playing around in those wide blue eyes. her hair catches the gold, the reds. sitting there she’s completely aware of everything, isn’t she? the effect that she has. the way that there’s been more than five people who have stopped to just look at her. and he’s one of them. burn it all, he’s one of them. staring at her like some bloody idiot. like he’s a stranger who can’t approach her. that he can’t even talk to her. but he’s known her years, hasn’t he? and he could say whatever he wanted to her. she shakes her head at someone who offers her a drink. so he can’t help the triumphant smile on his face when he leans on the bar and buys her one. the other guy is disappointed. but he’ll soak in it a bit. slipping his hand onto the small of her back. just so the idiot would go away.

he does eventually and then she turns to him. a smile on her face, over the glass. something crazy stirs in him. is it in his chest or - ? he’ll think of that later. when he’s too drunk to tell the difference. maybe he’ll find some cold comfort in something or someone else. the thought strikes him as pathetic. he’s never done that. she sets down the glass and he leans more into her. leaning forward to brush a kiss to her shoulder. she looks around the place when she asks him that. and he has to come up with something. anything other than just getting rid of someone trying to buy her drink. he shifts, leaning back against the bar.

“it’s the red head in the corner.” he says absently. he hadn’t noticed the red head in the corner but elayne would buy it. how many times had they had this little go around? the two of them always coming up with reasons or excuses, light, they were starting to feel more like excuses. he brushes the thought off. “she’s getting to be a bit much. just play along. i’ll pay for all your drinks.” she laughs then, leaning more into him. and he catches the way her eyes are all bright then. the lights still playing over her, the idiots finally disappeared down the line of the bar. and he has her all to himself.

meme / accepting

#;little treasure ;; agoldenlily #v; along worn edges #agoldenlily

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andraxicated · 3 years ago

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screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain

Pairings: gojo, toji, nanami, geto x f! reader

Synopsis: kissing and fighting scenarios with jjk men in various settings

a/n: all i see is jjk filth hmmm *insert dwayne johnson eyebrow meme*

obvsly aged up characters

milestone event masterlist

kissing in the bathtub with gojo

the sea of blinking gold looks rather incredible while soaking in the bathtub of your friend's penthouse, but nothing can beat the taste and smoothness of the wine gliding inside your tongue. how many glasses have you had? you don't know, all you could think about was how good this wine was as you treat it like water.

"wow, is drinking so much better than talking to me?" the reverie shatters as that white-haired blue eyed non-drinker giant opens his annoying mouth. your eyes open elegantly, still in the ridiculous drunken impression of being a high-class lady. perhaps this was your subconscious wanting to fit in with satoru's world, the lady that his family would want. as they say, your true self reveals when you're drunk and uncaring of the world; the liquid courage.

"satoru!" gojo winces at your echoing voice bouncing off the walls in his luxury bathroom. "what??!" he replies with an equally loud voice that scrunches your face cutely. but the smile on his face doesn't last long as your next words shocked him to the core.

"when are we going to put a label on us?"

you say boldly while staring right into his soul, and the next moment the wine on your glass splashes on satoru's face. you stand up abruptly from the bathtub, then flashing gojo with your lower half that he hasn't recovered from the whiplash of shocking events. you get the bathrobe without explanation and wrap it around yourself because everything is slowly sinking in.

suddenly, you hear the sound of a person rising from the tub, and the next thing you know, the bathrobe is peeled off you and you're being carried by your bestfriend. gojo sets you back down on the bathtub, gets the bidet, and shoots it like a gun to your face.

you screech like a cat, grab the bidet from his hand and knock it against his head that this time it's satoru who screeches from the pain. "owwww!" "don't waste water!" you scream at him that he immediately looks up at your ridiculous reasoning.

frustration resonates within his body that he can't hold himself back anymore, his blue eyes make you feel the cold air hitting your wet skin. one audible gulp then your fingers turn off the faucet of the bidet, nervously not breaking eye contact with satoru.

"don't joke around like that" the bathroom falls silent with his low voice that you turn meek like a lamb. "i'm not joking" you say in small font. satoru only gets scary when he's angry, he's someone you don't want to anger. yet to him, it's like you're purposely angering him and toying with his feelings; and so, he won't hold back anymore.

'just this night, let me fucking taste wine and your lips'

he gently grabs your nape and pushes your lips to his own, the faint bittersweet wine enters satoru's tongue and he finally understands why people drown in alcohol. because it's addicting. just like kissing the one you long for.

you close your eyes and wrap your arms around his neck while his hand rests on your waist and squeezes the flesh. you moan from the stimulation and pull away from him, but he doesn't allow it as he pushes his head further to catch your lips with his mouth.

both of you made a promise that night to remind if the other forgot. but how would one forget such a moment so special?

kissing in the snow with toji

countless excuses to party with your friends yet you slip out the door and make it your cover story. you're actually meeting toji, the guy who's years older than you, and your constant fuck around these months. you met toji at a grocery store where he was trying to sweet-talk the cashier into letting go of his insufficient payment. it ended up in you intervening and paying for him, a car ride to the motel, fallen groceries on the floor, and him pounding you against the wall as a payment to his debt. because hey, he seemed like a good fuck.

that was a few months ago, now you're downing one last drink before exiting the premises to meet toji at the back. a puff of smoke mixing with the cold air from the familiar alleyway and you know it's him. your heart rate gets faster and a happy kind of feeling wraps you as you start picking up your pace. "found you!" your youthful voice booms to surprise toji, his mature and unsurprised demeanor a stark contrast to yours.

"you found me" his husky voice sends shivers down your spine, a charm that could get any woman he wants. but he's here, toji is here grinning and throwing away his cig, feet stomping the stick while holding your head between his palms for a kiss.

one hand leaves your face and lightly traces the side of your breast, going down to unzipping your jacket, lifting your shirt below, and caressing your tummy. you don't even get to moan because toji swallows whatever noise you're making, his amazing kissing skills a stimulant between your legs. but the chilly wind bites at your tummy and you make him put it down. you pull away and reveal a string of saliva that toji reconnects with a light peck; did his eyes seem soft or was that just the lighting? anyway—"toji, I'm getting cold" you whine with a scrunched face as toji looks up to the sky and chuckles.

"yeah, because it's the first snow" then it made you whip your head so quickly to watch the unique little snowflakes floating in the air; a sight that always made you feel happy as a child. toji looks back down on your awe-stricken figure, he thinks it's ridiculous because it's just snow but whatever makes you happy is fine with him.

"they say you get to be together with the one you watch the first snowfall with" you say out of the blue that it snaps him out of admiring you. "bullshit" he says without thinking that you widen your eyes and turn back to him. toji kinda felt bad but it's really how he feels.

"what if it's true?" and yet you always retort his ideas, he admires you for that. "it's not"—is this how older people think? he can indulge you for a moment but he chose to shut you down that it leaves a hole in your heart. efforts to level up your relationship always go down the drain; at this point, your patience is thinning.

"i understand, im going back inside since it's getting cold." you don't want to ruin a good scenery like this with him, so you opt to go back inside the club. he was already facing your back when he suddenly spoke up: "i'm not good with words" three steps closer. "i don't know how proper relationships work" two steps closer. "and i can't give you what you want, so i'm sorry" one step closer, and that was the tipping point in which you turn around in such close proximity.

"you can give me that, you just won't let yourself" you say in a strong voice, slapping the truth in his face. toji looks stressed as he passes a hand on his face, a mannerism that you're frustrated with someone; it hurts but what else do you expect from this fucked up relationship.

"you attend a nice university, you have supportive parents, you have everything I didn't have when I was young. are you seriously going to throw all that for a bummer like me?" toji puts his hand in his pocket, searching for his cig and his ligther.

"i don't-" "yeah drown in poverty with me, i don't even have a stable job." silence ensues as he finally found the pair in his messy pockets, nonchalant expression taking a peek at your dropping face; it pains him to know your dealbreaker but that's just how the world works. he has lived enough on how to deal with things like this.

you're bright and full of youth, a bright future ahead of you. toji thinks he should've ran away with his groceries when he found out his money was short, life would not be complicated then.

"you said i have a bright future..." your fiery attitude never fails to surprise him; toji drops the cig he takes out and looks at you dumbfounded, heart abnormally skipping a beat. "we can share that future!" your naivety is amazing that it leaves him at a loss for words and gasping for air. "kid, are you serious?!"

he knows you hate that name that he uses it to snap out whatever fantasy you're having, but toji should know you're being serious about this. "don't call me kid" this man really—god, you hate him when he's treating you like this.

you start to walk away but his big figure suddenly comes into view. "i asked you if you're serious" "i'm dead serious" annoying snowflakes keep on blocking his view the same way his heart blocks his mind. "then don't go running away when I want to keep you" toji goes for your lips and enters his tongue without asking; soft lips providing warmth for the snowfall as he keeps on devouring your mouth, not wanting to let you go.

white light snowflakes decorate the surrounding as he pushes you against the brick wall, burying his face onto your neck as you two stand there in the blissful warmth of each other's arms.

kissing in the rain with nanami

"(y/n), where are you going?"

you don't answer him as this stupid employee of yours runs after you when you clearly need space. should you fire him? no, wait he's about to leave the company in a few months! plus, he's already training a new guy to become his replacement, all of this done without your knowledge as his superior and his girlfriend.

"go back inside" a curt command falls from your mouth, one that nanami ignores because he knows you don't mean it. you want to be chased and doted on, and he's so used to your dramatics that he quite enjoys chasing after you too.

"love, stop there. your headache is going to worsen if you keep frowning and running away from me." sweet words slip casually through nanami's lips that it lulls you to calm down. he catches up to you and turns you around to see your contorted face about to cry from the frustrations of work and life.

he sighs while looking up at your head, tucking one strand of hair behind your ear and purposely grazing your skin with his fingers; a gesture that made your insides shiver whilst tightly clutching your handbag.

nanami's hand passes over your head like a soothing trick that eased the headache, it was his usual act when he feels your stress signals; later on to be revealed that he was a sorcerer of some kind to which you blurt out laughing. turns out it was true the more he takes away the heaviness on your head.

then his hand rests on the back of your head as he pushes you gently onto his chest. the onslaught of your favorite men's perfume attacks you when you fall into his embrace, it was the first thing you gave him when you two started dating; until now he kept spraying it but secretly buys the refills himself.

you bit your lip to keep yourself from smiling because you were supposed to be angry remember? yet, the thrill and comfort of knowing the company dinner is just a building away; with the ceo's daughter and an employee like nanami being intimate without care...it just takes away the repressed feelings you both have.

but not everything should be pacified, you need to lay the problem on the table. you pull away from him and speak: "why didn't you tell me? i wouldn't have been so upset if you told me in advance."

"well..." "well?" you pry for an answer, seconds pass but nanami doesn't open his mouth.

and you knew exactly why. "did my father know about us? did he threaten you?!" you scream exactly as lightning then thunder hums in the sky.

little droplets of rain grow into bigger ones as nanami tries to get you two to shelter; but you won't budge as you plop down on the ground, tears mixing with the rain.

"what are you going to do now?" you sob out as you look at him pitifully but it's nanami who's looking down at a spoiled child who breaks down every little thing thrown at her. "are you going to be some sorcerer-masseuse who relieves people from stress?"

nanami can't help but laugh at the absurdity of your claims. you're the only person who could break a smile in that hard wall of his. he shakes his head and gets you up by your feeble arms; the rain sticks your clothes to your body that nanami spots something underneath, making him blush.

"you go in first, I'll follow suit-" "no fucking way babe, we're going in together hand in hand" "no stop-" sometimes he talks a little too much doesn't he? and so, you pull his face into your mouth and smash both of your lips together so fucking hard that it hurts so good.

the alcohol in your system takes advantage of your bold, bratty side and reveals it to your boyfriend, who very much enjoys it as well when he grips your waist a little too tight. tongues licking each other, buds not knowing if they taste water or lips, it's—it's just so fucking messy that you both just laugh because this is your unusual selves.

in the rain where visions are obscured, nanami sees the clear reason why he's going back to the jujutsu world. you may not understand but it was always done to protect you.

kissing in the moonlight with geto

how many times have you looked his way? toned abs, muscular legs, half-up long hair, and slit eyes that catch your gaze every time you take a sneak at him. god, you're not qualified to be a secret agent. could you be more obvious of how you like him by your fidgets?

this party at the beach club became uncomfortable when your dear friends left you to hook up with some guy; and no matter how much you get approached by half-naked men, you turn it down and casually move to another part of the beach to wallflower.

because holy shit, you've never seen such an attractive man in your life that potentially likes you too! it's always men liking you but you don't like them back that ruins the chances of you ever getting a boyfriend. yet, tonight it feels oddly weird that you're immediately pulled into this stranger who keeps exchanging glances with you.

you're thinking of how to approach that fine guy, he's already behind you, smiling. "hey" his sweet rake voice that you're so used to hearing become so distinguished as geto captivates you with his overwhelming charm by offering a drink.

you know his type, laying it down low just to strike at the right moment, then strip that bikini down your body. and you'd let him do it anyway; ah, the things handsome men could get away with. "you wanna go for a walk?" "yeah, sure" geto sweetly asked you for a walk then made you not be able to walk the next day—the audacity!

turns out, he's some local surfer from the island that made you think about ripping your flight back home apart.

the romance died down as you get thrown back into the busy city life. forgot geto, forgot that island as you spend the rest of the months shoving houses up your client's noses.

out of all the people you could be selling houses to...it had to be him, freaking geto suguru! the hookup from the island where you had a fun time on the sand. you suddenly feel so small amidst his large figure despite being established in the real estate industry, yet it kinda hurts that he was acting like he didn't know you! but to be fair, you're acting like you didn't know him too.

"so? are you going to take this house? it has a big pool and a nice view which you're looking for. it's probably the only one-" "can we go back to the pool?" geto cuts you off with an irked tone that flustered you but nonetheless, "yes" you agree to him as your heels clack albeit louder this time.

"this is it, you can clearly see the moon...sir?" you spin around in confusion when you see geto standing far away from you, hands in his pockets as his eyes narrow evenly at you.

"why are you acting like you don't know me?" "excuse me?" he scoffs at your response like it's some joke. "did my techniques leave a bad taste in your mouth?" geto's voice gave a hint of playfulness as you fully understand what he meant; leaving your mouth gaping like a fish out of water. finally, you got some voice back only to lose to his game, ideas of clapping back a witty response flung out the window.

"this is highly inappropriate-" "(y/n)" he drawls out your name as he approaches you slowly that you're insides are lit aflame from the flashbacks of how he groaned your name. "wanna go for a swim?" scam. you know this isn't going to end up swimming. he looks absolutely stunning when he takes off his clothes like he's not in the middle of buying a house.—but you're just the same; you give in and take off your blouse and skirt, chucking them somewhere to have some fun time with your client. this was a clear violation of rules but who cares?

who the fuck cares when geto carries your legs and places them on his sides, lifting you up as you grip his shoulders and dive in for a kiss. the taste of unfamiliar metal enters your senses when you take a lick of his pierced lips. hot. the same goes for you when you take geto to the wall of the pool and pull away despite his protesting hold.

"i suddenly want to test my lungs" you say seductively that the air is knocked out of geto's chest from the amusement you give him. the way your happy eyes glistens from the moonlight, your reflections on the water, your face looking like a pool model...he thinks he has to grab this chance.

this house won't be housing a single man after all.

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