#mario night theme

[supermariomniverseprearchive]

so i found my ideas for night themes in my files

sewer- sideways volcano- dropping rocks (bombs) mountain- climb side beach- inverted water pipe maze- go in the pipes lol ug forest- acid rain ug sand- blocks will fall occasionally ice cave- jump knight snow (except you wont stop moving when hitting ground again) ug volcano- you will take damage by touching stuff mountain cave- climb everywhere inner airship- winged ground blocks skyland- so speed sunken ship- downward pull autumn- so slow moon- sticky surface, like mario galaxy peach castle- no jumps city- enemies are a lot more warehouse- blocks are indistinguishable bonus- screen wrap factory- everything conveyor off factory- machines are nonfunctional gross- everything gets hit like a ? block, heartbeat-tempo candy- everything is destructible ghost house exterior- everything has dropshadow computer inside- laggy hell- everything on this list heaven- high jump (consider: ground tiles are semisolid basically) mars- enemies/powerups are indistinguishable catacombs/final castle- quicksand everything playblocks- everything but ground is grabbable cherry- everything not machine is sleep draw/placeholder- inverted collision computer hardware- lightning bolts castle roof- lightning obscures vision deep cave- everything is blackened athletic b-heavy gravity bonus b-no screen scroll (except when there is)

extra: player-seeking fireballs maximum slippery!!!

[ohimsummer]

uh- if u like getougojo poly relationship how about we add a Lil megumi

little megumi is the only son in a house full of sisters <//3 stsg try to bond with him (geto a little more successfully than gojo jflsdf) but in the end they can both be a little overwhelming sometimes...that's when he comes to you :33 because you're the most normal of the three and also lacking both in gojo's tendency to be on 200% energy and geto's...mysterious aura 😭

okay and also i just thought of little megs who likes puzzles...actually nerdy megumi in general and he likes legos and puzzles and he goes outside to watch bugs ("lame" as gojo says)(behind your back btw because you pinched him when he said it the first time 🤨)

[luludeluluramblings]

Socialite!BatSis!Reader x Yandere!Bat Family

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Part Two

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A/N: Hi! I don't know where the fuck this came from. But, it has plagued me for months. Inspired by Labour and the Fruits by Paris Palmoa, Please Don't Cry for Your Daughters Eve by Lydia the Bard, and Curses by the Crane Wives. This my attempt at being dark, so either this fucks you up or I fucked up. Apologies for both.

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Implied assault, neglect, yandere themes at the end

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You got the Wayne looks, the Wayne charm, the Wayne name, but you’re fragile. Bruce would tell you. Damian would tell you. (Not so kindly.) Everyone in the manor would tell you.

But, charm and good looks still have their uses. And, everyone in the family despises all the galas they need to attend.

So, when Bruce offers to take you to one, you up the charm, you dress your best. You use your finest manners and all the proper ways your Momma raised you to your advantage. And, you flourish.

You can tell from the slight smile Bruce has on his face on the way home. The hint of pride in his eyes at your job well done.

You can’t help your family or Gotham as a Bat. But, you can help them as a Wayne.

The socialite. That’s your roll. Not a bird, not a bat. A little social butterfly. Drawing the public attention away from the things that go bump in the night.

You like your role. Sure, you're not bounding over the Gotham skyline saving people from muggers and insanely themed villains. But, you're helping your family, and that's what matters to you.

At least, that's how it starts.

It was special to you in the beginning. Going to charity gala's and events with your father, Bruce. No one else in the family enjoys going to these events. It was your own personal father and daughter bonding time, in a way.

But, as you got older the pressure started and the distance between you and the others grew.

You were a music box ballerina. Spinning in place to the same tune over and over again while sitting on a dusty shelf. And, Bruce would wind you up to dance every time he need his social butterfly to charm Gotham's public.

Soon you had a whole team of faceless people picking out your dresses, changing your style, cutting your hair. You couldn't be anything less than a vain air-headed heiress, because that was your role. Brucie needed someone to follow in his footsteps, not Batman.

The dresses got more expensive, the flashes got brighter. The diets got stricter.

And, the distance grew farther.

And, then Bruce stopped going with you to the galas.

You weren't upset the first time. Or, the second time. Or, even the third time.

It was the fourth time that things started to crack.

Sure, Batman was needed. Sure, there was Justice League business. Sure, there was a patrol that ran late. Sure, there was a breakout at Arkham.

But, the fourth time, when you found him and the rest of the family laughing in the cave, it really didn't feel like they were focusing on the good of Gotham while you were struggling to smile sweetly at men twice Bruce's age wanting to take you home.

Still, you powered on. Kept doing your part. You were making the family proud afterall.

Right?

It was the ninth time it happened that you broke.

The nineth time you had gone to a gala alone in an expensive dress you didn't pick, one that showed off way too much skin. One that seemed to tell everyone in that grand ballroom that you were up for the taking. One that just barely hid the bruises from their fingers and palms under the fabric.

You wore that placating smile and that dress all the way home. With a driver you didn't know at the wheel of the car Bruce sent for you. The backseat empty even if you sat on it.

When you got home, you walk in on something that made each cracked piece of you ache.

Apparently it was game night. Everyone that mattered was playing Mario cart of all things.

"Look at that Cinderella’s back from the ball." Jason was the first to notice you standing in the doorway of the room. And, his words burned.

Cinderella. Cinderella. Back from the Ball.

"Hey, glad you’re back. Hope you had fun." Dick didn't even glance at you as he spoke, took focused on beating Stephanie who had her tongue sticking out as she concentrated.

"God, those galas are so boring, I don’t know how you do it." Duke says in passing. It would be meaningful if he hadn't said the same thing the last six times you had come home.

Tim and Damian were also playing the game, with Tim occasionally nudging Damian to mess him up. Like typical siblings.

Barbara was in the room as well, a book on her lab to read. Only you could tell she hadn't read much, judging from where her book mark was located.

"Good job." Bruce says absentmindedly. You can't even tell if its directed at you or at the blueshell Damian just managed to hit Dick's racer with.

Words don't even leave your lips as you exit the doorway, pieces of you falling to the floor as you wobble to your room.

Cinderella. Cinderella.

The clock striking twelve in your mind as you feel the rotten pumpkin sinking in your gut and the magic wearing off.

You don't notice that Cassandra seems to hear it too as she watches you. Like she can hear the shards falling to the ground. And, she's unsure if she needs to warn the family that something just broke down the hall.

As you enter your room, taking in the fancy decor. It feels disgusting. The magic is gone. It's all rotten and you want it gone.

Cinderella. Cinder. Cinder.

Your tear the fabric of the dress as you take it off. Tears falling down your cheeks s you struggle against the fabric and clasp. Expensive gemstones falling to the floor as your finally rip it free.

There bruises under your dress. Finger prints on your bones. And, you're choking on air as the fabric rubs your skin as it falls to the floor. The fabric ripples like water and you hate it. You want the opposite of cool rippling water. Water drowns, and you need air.

Your skin feels to hot and each bruise burns.

Cinder. Cinder.

You're Cinderella and you crave ashes. You need air, but smoke will do instead.

Instead of letting it lay on the ground like it's dead, you throw open that grand window in your room and chuck it out the window. Watching as it flutters and falls to the grass in a heap, the breeze doing nothing to cool your anger on and underneath.

It’s not enough. Not enough. It's not going to be enough.

More. Cinderella. Give it more.

Your closet door was cracked when you left for the gala tonight. Now you break it the rest of the way and grab each hanger carrying a pretty dress in a bag and throw it over the ledge.

Still not enough. Needs more ash.

Cinderella. Cinderella.

You break you dresser as you rip out the drawers. The wood splintering as you throw it out the window and on to the pile of dresses on the night dew covered grass.

You want to throw more, but you chest is heaving and your hands are shaking. Instead you stumble out of your room with just the bruises on your skin and towards the kitchen. You don't even hear the pans and cabinets doors slamming as you search for the matches.

Before you can find your light, you find a bottle of fancy wine. One that reminded you of the smell of this night.

You grab it, not caring that another bottle falls and shatters by your feet. Drawing attention, but not yours, as you finally find the matches and wobble out the door towards your pile of soon to be ash.

Cinderella. Cinderella.

You're laughing as you shatter the bottle on to the fabric. Lighting up a single match and then throwing the entire box at it the pile.

It catches light quick and the air around you finally matches the heat under your skin.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” You can barely hear Bruce's voice from behind you as your laugh. Turing to face him and the rest of the family's horrified faces at the sight of you.

You can barely restrain the giggles.

“I’m Cinderella. Cinder fucking Ella.” You spin like the little figurine you are. Like the pretty paper ballerina before she burst into flame.

Bruce rushes towards you, words spilling from his lips as terrifying thoughts fill his head at the sight of the bruises illuminating your skin.

“What happened tonight?”

“You would know if you had been there. But, you weren't. You never are.”

“Listen, you said you liked the galas-“ Excuses, excuses. You made enough for him and the rest of them in your own head that you don't want to hear more spoken out loud.

“I did! I did! But, that was when I had my father there to keep me safe.” You mock, spinning out of reach and looking at the flames.

They don't last long. The wood from your broken dresser drawers the only thing keeping the fire going. The expensive fabric not lasting long at all. Pretty things rarely ever do.

“But, no. I’m just another little one of your pawns in this family. Only you didn’t fuckin’ train me on how to fight off wandering hands. You taught me that I just had to grin and bare it.” Bitterness trips from your lips as you wipe of that sweet tasting wine from the night off your mouth.

“What happened?” His voice almost shakes. Almost, but not quite. You were the fragile one. The paper ballerina. The little Cinderella of the family.

You weren't suppose to break under his care.

But, was there any care if he let you fall from the shelf after he so haphazardiously placed you on it between uses?

“I’m not a whore.” You whisper to yourself. Words that had been dying to say to the hands that touches to tonight. Words that you wanted to shove down the throats of the strangers that pinched your skin, that gripped you too tight and too close.

“I’M NOT A WHORE!” Instead you scream it at him. Uncaring if you don't look pretty and perfect while doing it. Uncaring if your voice cracks from the way the emotion bubbles from your chest.

Startling enough, Bruce wraps his arms around you. Like he was trying to shield you. Like he was trying to keep you safe. Like he should have done. It feels awkward and tight. Your arms pressed tightly to your chest at an awkward angle. Your legs giving out at you sob and scream at him.

“Don’t touch me. Don’t you touch me. Let me go— I don’t want you to touch me.”

“I’m sorry. I’m— I’m so sorry.” His whispers over into your hair as he clutches you close. So close that you feel more bruises forming on your skin.

Cinderella. Cinderella.

“I’m not—" Your voice breaking as you wail. Like the child you are in his arms.

Through your tears you watch Dick turn away, followed by the others. Cass lingering to brush your hair back as Bruce holds you tight.

You don't see his fist clench so tight his knuckles turn white.

You don't hear the silence in the cave as Jason changes out the bullets in his gun.

You don't feel the chill in the air as Damian scouts out the fancy house.

You don't feel the fear of God that Tim puts into grown men as that watch their wealthy drain to zero before their eyes on screens.

You don't watch as Barbara makes a few calls and plants evidence of crimes that can't be covered up.

You don't see Stephanie ripping out teeth.

You don't see Duke letting Gotham go dark as terror reigns for that one long night and day.

You just see Bruce, holding you close and apologize over and over again while Alfred puts out the flames behind you.

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A/N: Yeah, I love the thought of Reader being the one to be the Socialite Wayne while everyone does vigilante stuff. But, interacting with Gotham’s elite would suck so much and so many things could go wrong.

A/N: Apologies if I missed the mark with it or if it’s all over the place.

A/N: I just really loved the imagery of standing in front of a fire of expensive burning dresses while screaming at Bruce naked as the day you were born much to the rest of the family’s horror.

[okshu]

—ㅤ⠀ 峠ㅤ⠀ 𝗐͟𝗐͟𝗐﹕﹙ZB1 FIC RECS﹚

all fics of zb1 that me and @sxmmerberries read and swooned over at the dead of the night. the authors are really talented too so make sure to check out their other works too.

▨ LEGEND ㄑ f - fluff, a - angst, s - smut

성한빈 ─── SUNG HANBIN

be careful, don't fall by @haesunflower [f] [uni AU, clumsy reader and student nurse hanbin; 0.7k]

a night in monaco [ one . two ] by @ohsunnyboy [f] [fake dating, flirting, one bed trope, lazy kisses]

to breathe in your life by @zhng96 [f] [comfort fic, insecure!reader]

sitting in traffic by @loserlvrss [a,f]

hanbin and non-sexual dominance by @zbis [f]

forget? you? by @hariboz [a]

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김지웅 ─── KIM JIWOONG

french press by @zerobaselove [s] [jealous jiwoong; 1.2k]

cuteness aggression by @haecien [f] [boyfriend texts with jiwong]

a morning to remember by @taerrrrrae [f]

winter confessions by @taerrrrrae [f]

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章昊 ─── ZHANG HAO

a perfect fit by @zerobaselove [f] [campus crush! zhang hao x reader; 3.4k]

to chase a dream by @ohsunnyboy [f] [musician au, rivals, makeouts and happy endings]

one day only by @cinnajun [f] [established relationship; 1.3k]

drunk of you by @kkongdakz [a] [rivals to somewhat lovers, suggestive; 2.3k]

dollification by @amoremainslayer [s]

sir oblivious by @sxmmerberries [f] [textfic]

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석매튜 ─── SEOK MATTHEW

coloumb's law by @seoktized [s] [ft. jake from enhypen, college au; 3.4k]

airpods by @iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin [s] [stepcest; 2k]

feel good by @loserlvrss [s] [soft smut]

show me how to use that pretty mouth of yours by @aswaki [s] [oral fixation; 2.2k]

mile high club privilege by @aswaki [s] [stewardess/flight attendant reader, strangers themed; 1.8k]

matthew flashfic this and this by @aswaki [s]

semi public sex by @528-hotline [s]

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김태래 ─── KIM TAERAE

taedros taedros [ one . two . three ] by @iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin [s] [bsf taerae]

giving it a chance by @haesunflower [a] [not super angsty, established long term relationship]

keep it quiet by @cinnajun [f, sugg] [best friend’s brother!au x reader; 3.6k]

this loser by @kkongdakz [f]

a summ(lov)er song by @kkongdakz [f]

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沈泉锐 ─── SHEN QUANRUI

against everything by @ohsunnyboy [f] [royalty!au, arranged marriages, sword fights and honour]

cherry chapstick by @loserlvrss [sugg]

sunlight by @kkongdakz [f]

wooden block tower by @kkongdakz [a]

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김규빈 ─── KIM GYUVIN

7:34 pm by @zhng96 [f] [blurb]

sunny days by @zhng96 [f] [3.1k]

new year's kiss by @hariboz [f] [friends to lovers; 1.6k]

only one by @loserlvrss [f] [established relationship; 1k]

battery recharge by @kkongdakz [f]

kiss it better by @kkongdakz [f]

world's cutest couple by @cinnajun [fake angst]

pool sex by @carmesi-butterfly [s]

birthday much? by @arafilez [f] [drabble; 0.3k]

you kissed him and ran away by @sxmmerberries [f] [text imagine, bsf!gyuvin]

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박건욱 ─── PARK GUNWOOK

why are you ignoring me by @slytherinshua [f]

one bed by @kkongdakz [f] [enemies to somewhat lovers; 1k]

consequences by @lovepookie [f, a]

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한유진 ─── HAN YUJIN

a spark of light by @ohsunnyboy [f] [bestfriends, homework, pining away and gaming]

love lock by @trsrina [f]

mario cart by @trsrina [f]

2a.m. crisis by @slytherinshua [f, sickfic]

side dishes by @gyubaseone [f]

everything is okay by @taeraemisu [f]

7:39 pm by @itsactuallylina [f]

red thread of fate by @carmesi-butterfly [f]

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제로베이스원 ─── OT9 / POLY

zb1 top 3 kinks by @melobin [s] [not including gunwook & yujin]

cute things zb1 do as you bf by @tzuberry [f] [maknae line hcs]

she's busy bro by @haesunflower [f] [text imagines, yujin not included]

cuddling with zb1 by @cinnajun [f] [headcannons, yujin not inc]

this love is small by @taeiun [f] [some of the little things that they do in your relationship, yujin not inc]

zb1 as love tropes by @tzuberry [f] [headcannons, maknae line]

sweet venom by @taeiun [f] [headcannons, pulling them by the collar and kissing, 02z + 04z + gw]

zb1 as your boyfriends by @cinnajun [f] [hcs, yujin not incl]

zb1 as taylor swift songs by @zhng96 [f] [blurbs]

calling your bsf "babe" by @zhng96 [f] [text imagines]

why him by @hariboz [f] [text imagines, you ask for another member's pc]

why didn't you kiss me by @hariboz [f] [text imagines]

favourite places to kiss by @loserlvrss [f] [blurb, gw + yj not incl]

is this mine? by @kkongdakz [f] [reaction, when you wear their clothes]

we're so cliché by @kkongdakz [f] [zb1 as love tropes]

kiss me by @kkongdakz [sugg] [making out with hyung line]

you being sleep deprived/sleep drunk by @sxmmerberries [f] [maknae line + taerae, text imagines]

no more kisses by @faithst [f] [ot8, hcs, s/o being shy after every kiss]

copyright to respective authors, don't forget to reblog their works ^^ okshu + @fairyofmangoes

[ashyslashyy]

for anyone who wasnt there for the wayneradiotv stream last night:

the announcement trailer transitioned into a breaking bad logo and theme song

breaking bad roleplay happens

for the next two hours half the chat is "wow i cant believe they would trick is like this "when half life 2" "are they seriously not gonna do it" "watch this is gonna all be a dream"

breaking bad roleplay continues. some notable things are the various theme songs/ringtones that the characters have and the breaking bad poster that roams around

yes they are re-enacting an abridged version of the whole show

by the 4 hour mark the viewer count has dropped by about 8000 (correction! i thought the peak view count was higher it was more like 3000) since the stream started

walter white has to charge up an energy beam and the whole chat is sending "\o/" in support (i did too)

breaking bad themed cover of "what a wonderful world" as the credits roll

ACTUAL hl2vrai trailer announces it will be here in 2024/2025

chat is going even more insane

ends with a cameo video of dean norris (hank from the show) telling wayne congrats for breaking the bad but because benry wasnt in the trailer wayne is FINISHED

stream ends

in conclusion: You ruined me cause you smoked that mario shit

[efemmera-archive]

A Comprehensive List of Pre-21st Century Lesbian Films

There seems to be a lot of interest in older/more niche films with lesbian themes so I've been putting together this list. I'm going to keep adding to it as I find more films so feel free to let me know if I'm missing anything! Enjoy!

Quick disclaimer: Some of these films contain problematic elements such as racism, homophobia, sexism and so on. This list is not an endorsement of all these films, it is only for archival purposes. As I have not seen all these films I cannot provide accurate content warnings, so please do your own research before watching.

1880 - 1919

The Kiss (1882), Dir. Eadweard Muybridge [SHORT, SILENT, ZOOPRAXISCOPE]

Pierrette’s Escapades (1900), Dir. Alice Guy [SHORT, SILENT, HAND TINTED]

At the Floral Ball (1900), Dir. Alice Guy [SHORT, SILENT, HAND TINTED]

Midwife to the Upper Class (1902), Dir. Alice Guy [SHORT, SILENT, COMEDY]

The Jester’s Joke (1910), Dir. Walter R. Booth [SHORT, SILENT, COMEDY]

Zapata’s Gang (1914), Dir. Urban Gad [SILENT, CRIME, COMEDY]

Filibus (1915), Dir. Mario Roncoroni [SILENT, HEIST, ACTION]

1920-1939

Manslaughter (1922), Dir. Cecil B. Demil [SILENT, DRAMA]

The Girl in Tails (1926), Dir. Karin Swanstrom [SILENT, COMEDY]

Wings (1927), Dir. William A. Wellman [SILENT, WAR, ACTION]

Pandora’s Box (1929), Dir. G.W. Pabst [SILENT, DRAMA]

Diary of a Lost Girl (1929), Dir. G.W. Pabst [SILENT, DRAMA]

Morocco (1930), Dir. Josef von Sternberg [DRAMA, ROMANCE]

Mädchen in Uniform (1931), Dir. Leontine Sagan [DRAMA, COMING OF AGE]

Queen Christina (1933), Dir. Rouben Mamoulian [DRAMA, PERIOD]

Dragnet Girl (1933), Dir. Yasujirō Ozu [CRIME]

Fukujuso (1935), Dir. Jiro Kawate [SILENT, DRAMA]

The Tomboy (1936), Dir. Jean de Limur [DRAMA]

Girls’ Club (1936), Dir. Jacques Deval [COMEDY, CRIME]

1940-1959

Jenny Lamour (1947), Dir. Henri-Georges Clouzot [CRIME, DRAMA]

Thirst (1949), Dir. Ingmar Bergman [DRAMA]

Caged (1950), Dir. John Cromwell [DRAMA]

Girl with Hyacinths (1950), Dir. Hasse Ekman [MYSTERY, NOIR]

Olivia (1951), Dir. Jacqueline Audry [DRAMA]

No Exit (1954), Dir. Jacqueline Audry [DRAMA]

La Garçonne (1957), Dir. Jacqueline Audry [DRAMA]

The Twilight Girls (1957), Dir. Andre Hunebelle [COMEDY, DRAMA]

Mädchen in Uniform (1958), Dir. Geza von Radvanyi [DRAMA, COMING OF AGE, REMAKE]

1960-1969

Blood and Roses (1960), Dir. Roger Vadim [VAMPIRE, HORROR, EROTIC]

Léon Morin, Priest (1961), Dir. Jean-Pierre Melville [DRAMA]

The Girl with the Golden Eyes (1961) Dir. Jean-Gabriel Albicocco [DRAMA]

The Children’s Hour (1961), Dir. WIlliam Wyler [DRAMA]

Walk on the Wild Side (1962), Dir. Edward Dymitrik [DRAMA]

Manji (1964), Dir. Yasuzo Masumura [DRAMA]

With Beauty and Sorrow (1965), Dir. Masahiro Shinoda [DRAMA]

Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! (1965), Dir. Russ Meyer [EXPLOITATION]

Daisies (1966), Dir. Věra Chytilová [AVANT GARDE, COMEDY, DRAMA]

The Group (1966), Dir. Sidney Lumet [DRAMA]

La Religieuse (1966), Dir. Jacques Rivette [DRAMA]

Persona (1966), Dir. Ingmar Bergman [AVANT GARDE, PSYCHOLOGICAL, DRAMA]

Belle De Jour (1967), Dir. Luis Bunuel [DRAMA]

The Fox (1967), Dir. Mark Rydell [DRAMA]

Les Biches (1968), Dir. Clauthde Chabrol [DRAMA, EROTIC]

The Killing of Sister George (1968), Dir. Robert Aldrich [DRAMA, EXPLOITATION]

Therese and Isabelle (1968), Dir. Radley Metzger [ROMANCE, DRAMA, EROTIC]

The Girl from Pussycat (1969), Dir. Smythe David [SEXPLOITATION]

Check to the Queen (1969), Dir. Pasquale Festa Campanile [DRAMA, EROTIC]

The Others (1969), Dir. Renzo Maietto [DRAMA]

1970-1979

Valerie and Her Week of Wonders (1970), Dir. Jaromil Jires [AVANT GARDE, DRAMA, COMING OF AGE]

Beyond the Valley of the Dolls (1970), Dir. Russ Meyer [COMEDY, MUSICAL, MELODRAMA]

Midnight Virgin (1970), Dir. Shogoro Nishimura [DRAMA, EROTIC]

The Conformist (1970), Dir. Bernardo Bertolucci [POLITICAL DRAMA]

Multiple Maniacs (1970), Dir. John Waters [COMEDY]

The Dark Side of Tomorrow (1970), Dir. Jack Deerson, Barbara Peeters [DRAMA]

Nightmares Come at Night (1970), Dir. Jesús Franco [DRAMA]

The Vampire Lovers (1970), Dir. Roy Ward Baker [VAMPIRE, HORROR, EROTIC]

The Shiver of the Vampires (1971), Dir. Jean Rollin [VAMPIRE, EROTIC]

Girl Slaves of Morgana Le Fay (1971), Dir. Bruno Gantillon [EROTIC]

Daughters of Darkness (1971), Dir. Harry Kumel [VAMPIRE, EROTIC]

Vampyros Lesbos (1971), Dir. Jesús Franco [VAMPIRE, EXPLOITATION, EROTIC]

Daughter of Dracula (1972), Dir. Jesús Franco [VAMPIRE, EROTIC]

Intimate Confessions of a Chinese Courtesan (1972), Dir. Chor Yuen [MARTIAL ARTS, DRAMA, EROTIC]

The Bitter Tears of Petra von Kant (1972), Dir. Rainer Werner Fassbinder [DRAMA]

The Beguines (1972), Dir. Guy Casaril [DRAMA, EROTIC]

Don Juan or If Don Juan Were a Woman (1973), Dir. Roger Vadim [DRAMA, EROTIC]

Lemora: A Child’s Tale of the Supernatural (1974), Dir. Richard Blackburn [HORROR, COMING OF AGE]

Vampyres (1974), Dir. Jose Ramon Larraz [VAMPIRE, EXPLOITATION, EROTIC]

Foxy Brown (1974), Dir. Jack Hill [BLAXPLOITATION, ACTION]

Je Tu Il Elle (1974), Dir. Chantal Ackerman [DRAMA]

Black Emanuelle (1975), Dir. Bitto Albertini [SEXPLOITATION]

Successive Slidings of Pleasure (1974), Dir. Alain Robbe-Grillet [HORROR, AVANT GARDE, EROTIC]

Picnic At Hanging Rock (1975), Dir. Peter Weir [MYSTERY, DRAMA]

Word Is Out: Stories of Some of Our Lives (1977), Dir. Mariposa Film Group, et. al [DOCUMENTARY]

Bilitis (1977), Dir. David Hamilton [EROTIC]

Alucarda (1977), Dir. Juan López Moctezuma [VAMPIRE, HORROR, EXPLOITATION]

Fascination (1979), Dir. Jean Rollin [VAMPIRE, HORROR, EROTIC]

See Here My Love (1979), Dir. Hugo Santiago [MYSTERY, DRAMA]

1980-1989

Simone Barbes or Virtue (1980), Dir. Marie-Claude Treilhou [DRAMA]

Personal Best (1982), Dir. Robert Towne [SPORTS, DRAMA]

Scrubbers (1982), Dir. Mai Zetterling [DRAMA]

The Living Dead Girl (1982), Dir. Jean Rollin [ZOMBIE, HORROR]

Audience (1982), Dir. Barbara Hammer [DOCUMENTARY]

The Hunger (1983), Dir. Tony Scott [VAMPIRE]

Lianna (1983), Dir. John Sayles [DRAMA]

La Pirate (1984), Dir. Jacques Doillon [DRAMA]

Desert Hearts (1985), Dir. Donna Deitch [ROMANCE, DRAMA]

Anne Trister (1986), Dir. Lea Pool [DRAMA]

Kamikaze Hearts (1986), Dir. Juliet Bashore [DOCUFICTION]

Working Girls (1986), Dir. Lizzie Borden [DRAMA]

I’ve Heard the Mermaids Singing (1987), Dir. Patricia Rozema [COMEDY]

No No Nooky T.V. (1987), Dir. Barbara Hammer [COMEDY, SHORT]

1990-1999

The Company of Strangers (1990) Dir. Cynthia Scott [DOCUFICTION]

Women Like Us (1990), Dir. Suzanne Neild [DOCUMENTARY]

Salmonberries (1991), Dir. Percy Adlon [DRAMA]

Thelma & Louise (1991), Dir. Ridley Scott [CRIME, DRAMA]

Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me (1992), Dir. David Lynch [HORROR, AVANT GARDE]

Nitrate Kisses (1992), Dir. Barbara Hammer [DOCUMENTARY]

Flaming Ears (1992), Dir. A. Hans Scheirl, Dietmar Schipek, and Ursula Pürrer [AVANT GARDE, SCI-FI]

Forbidden Love (1992), Dir. Lynne Fernie, Aerlyn Weismann [DOCUFICTION]

Fresh Kill (1994), Dir. Shu Lea Cheang [SCI-FI, AVANT GARDE]

Heavenly Creatures (1994), Dir. Peter Jackson [CRIME, THRILLER, BIOPIC]

Go Fish (1994), Dir. Rose Troche [COMEDY, DRAMA, ROMANCE]

The Maidens of Heavenly Mountains (1994), Dir. Andy Chin Wing-Keung [WUXIA]

The Celluloid Closet (1995), Dir. Rob Epstein & Jeffrey Friedman [DOCUMENTARY]

The Incredibly True Adventure of Two Girls in Love (1995), Dir. Maria Maggenti [COMEDY, DRAMA]

When Night is Falling (1995), Dir. Patricia Rozema [DRAMA]

Live Nude Girls (1995), Dir. Julianna Lavin [COMEDY]

BloodSisters: Leather, Dykes, and Sadomasochism (1995), Dir. Michelle Handelman [DOCUMENTARY]

Bound (1996), Dir. The Wachowskis [CRIME, THRILLER]

The Watermelon Woman (1996), Dir. Cheryl Dunye [ROMANCE, DRAMA, COMEDY]

Everything Relative (1996), Dir. Sharon Pollack [COMEDY, DRAMA]

Irma Vep (1996), Dir. Olivier Assayas [DRAMA]

Nowhere (1997), Dir. Gregg Araki [BLACK COMEDY, DRAMA]

Gia (1998), Dir. Michael Cristopher [BIOPIC]

High Art (1998), Dir. Lisa Cholodenko [DRAMA]

Election (1999), Dir. Alexander Payne [COMEDY]

Better Than Chocolate (1999), Dir. Anne Wheeler [ROMANCE, COMEDY]

Being John Malkovich (1999), Dir. Spike Jonze [COMEDY, FANTASY]

But I’m A Cheerleader (1999), Dir. Jamie Babbit [ROMANCE, COMEDY]

Adolescence of Utena (1999), Dir. Kunihiko Ikuhara [ANIME, DRAMA, COMING OF AGE]

[blanchetteminxia]

rin itoshi valued discipline. precision. the cold, calculated pursuit of victory. you were… none of those things.

you were a whirlwind of chaos and glitter, a social butterfly who flitted from party to party like a sugar-fueled hummingbird. you skipped classes with the enthusiasm of a seasoned truant, your diet consisted primarily of questionable street food, and your concept of "early night" involved returning home before sunrise.

rin, on the other hand, considered 10 pm a late night.

it was a mystery how you'd ended up together. he suspected it involved a pair of chatty women who just so happened to have a son and a daughter at the same age, and lived in the same neighborhood.

though somehow, despite practically growing up together, you and rin shared nothing in common.

however, amidst your glaring differences, rin couldn't deny there was something... compelling about you. beneath the layers of glitter and tequila, you possessed a genuine warmth, a contagious energy, and an uncanny ability to charm even the most cynical of souls. he saw it, even when he was glaring at you for the fifth time that week.

his life with you was a series of increasingly exasperated sighs and near-constant damage control.

"where were you last night?" he'd ask, his voice tight, as you stumbled into his apartment at noon, sunglasses perched precariously on your head.

"(your voice, muffled by a mountain of throw pillows) "hmm? oh, just... a small gathering. with, like, a hundred people. and a dj. and a llama. don't ask."

rin would pinch the bridge of his nose. "a llama?"

"it was a themed party! anyway, gotta dash! brunch with chigiri and bachira!"

and you'd be gone again, leaving rin to contemplate the sheer absurdity of his existence.

your social circle extended far beyond his. in fact, you were closer to the blue lock boys than he was. he'd walk into the training facility to find you surrounded by a gaggle of ridiculously talented strikers, all vying for your attention.

"hey, y/n-chan! wanna go clubbing tonight?"

"ooh,! let's try that new ramen place!"

"yo, y/n! you're the only one who can beat kunigami at mario kart!"

rin would stand there, seething internally, while you beamed and made plans with his annoying shithead teammates.

your health was another ongoing crisis.

"have you eaten anything today?" he'd inquire, his tone dangerously calm, as he watched you devour a greasy burger at 3 am.

"(your shrug, crumbs falling down your shirt) "yeah! this!"

"that's your dinner, not breakfast, lunch, and dinner combined."

he'd tried to implement a "three square meals a day" policy, but it usually ended with him cooking and you sneaking out the window to attend a spontaneous rave.

the worst was midterm season. rin, ever the diligent student, would be holed up in his apartment, surrounded by textbooks and caffeine. you, on the other hand, would be… anywhere but there.

"you have a test next week," he'd remind you, his voice strained, as you applied neon-pink eyeliner.

"relax, rin! i'll be fine! i'm, like, totally a genius at... winging it!"

rin would grab your arm before you could escape. "no. you are staying here. we are studying. and you are going to learn the difference between mitosis and meiosis if it's the last thing i do."

what followed was a week of forced confinement, endless lectures, and you attempting to bribe him with increasingly elaborate (and questionably sourced) snacks.

somehow, through it all, they survived. rin, against all odds, found himself drawn to your vibrant spirit, your infectious laughter, your ability to make even the most mundane situation an adventure. and you, beneath your party-girl facade, genuinely appreciated rin's unwavering support (and his surprisingly good cooking).

he was your anchor, your reluctant babysitter, your study buddy, and the one person who could convince you to eat a vegetable. and you were his escape from the rigid structure of his life, a reminder that sometimes, chaos could be... beautiful.

your relationship was a beautiful, messy, hilarious contradiction. yet somehow, rin can never imagine himself without it.

[athenalvss]

pls more wally i beg

CAN YOU TWO STOP FOR SECOND? ( Wally west! )

summary: Young Justice's most sticky couple never leaves each other's sides.

pairing: Wally west x fem!reader

open request - Wally masterlist

⤷ Wally West is the clingiest guy ever, and I can both argue and argue, he always has some part of his body touching yours. If you're in the living room, his arm is around your shoulders. His head is resting on your lap. And if it's the other way around, you're either sitting on his lap or you have your head resting on his shoulder.

⤷No one has seen one without the other in weeks, you are almost Siamese, and on the few occasions when you two were in different places you knew each other's location, more than once the girls asked Wally where you were so they could go out together, or Dick sent you messages when Wally didn't answer.

⤷ Another option if you're not together is to send each other memes, selfies, stickers of you hugging, and lunch photos with the text "I miss you," even if you've been apart for half an hour. Wally once sent you almost 100 messages in one afternoon, and they were all "I love you" with different emojis.

⤷ You celebrate ALL the dates, really every one you can think of. Monthly birthdays, first “I love you,” first date. First time you beat him at Mario Kart. You have more celebrations than the national calendar. Wally always makes handmade cards and buy flowers, and you always make him themed food: cakes, cupcakes, sandwiches, whatever he wants. And M’gann cries every time she sees you guys being so cute. Conner really hates you for all of this; he wouldn’t even dream of doing something like that.

⤷ Wally and you definitely make couple shirts. I mean, not only do you wear matching outfits, but you referred to those shirts as one that says “If lost, return to Wally” and the other “I’m Wally” with silly drawings that you both made.

Everyone was gathered in the common room when Wally came running in with you holding his hand, as always, laughing at some inside joke that no one else understood.

Wally was wearing a white t-shirt with huge letters that said: “I’m Wally 😎⚡” And right below, a silly drawing he made himself: a little stick figure with orange hair running at super speed. And you, of course, were wearing yours: “If lost, return to Wally ➡️” With an arrow pointing straight at him when you were standing next to each other (sooo, always). Below, the same stick figure, but now with you hugging him, and lots of poorly drawn hearts around it.

"What... what's that?" Dick asked, stopping mid-stride as if his brain was rebooting.

"Oh!" Wally said, happy to be consulted. "Our couples' shirts! We made them last night on our date night."

"Did you make them?" Artemis chimed in, gritting her teeth.

"Yeah! Wally drew the stick figures, I did the letters. Teamwork, baby!" you said, proudly nudging him.

"No wonder they're so... ugly," Conner muttered, his arms crossed, without looking at them.

"I love it guys!" M'gann interrupted him cheerfully while giving Conner a dirty look.

⤷ In the middle of a mission, in the tower, during training. Actually, especially during training. Aqualad tries to talk to you two seriously and about the problems your actions can cause if you don't focus and train properly, but Wally is stroking your hair while you give him small kisses on the cheek, still looking at him as if he were the sun.

⤷ You two are unbearably happy together, Dick quietly admits, seeing you together gives him diabetes. You're always laughing, touching each other, saying "I love you" at the most inappropriate moments, but he would never allow the two of you to separate; it would truly be a sin if you weren't together.

⤷ Hearing the strange lines Wally gives you really baffles them, because it's not like he just starts delivering his lines or anything, you say something and he just continues with something clever. Sometimes they're good, but other times he thinks it was good, and you just let him believe it and give him a kiss.

The team was gathered, reviewing the upcoming mission. Kaldur spoke seriously while Artemis played with an arrow between her fingers, Conner leaned against the wall, and M'gann was making cookies in the kitchen, floating with anxiety. Everything was normal, until you and Wally walked in hand in hand, walking as if you were on a date in the park.

"What happened to your forehead?" you asked, raising an eyebrow and stopping in front of him. "Did you hit one of your own vibes again, babe?"

"Shh, let's not talk about my defeats," he said in a dramatic tone, placing a hand on his heart.

You looked at him with a mischievous smile, in that syrupy tone you only used with him. "Your eyes are so green and bright today... like kryptonite."

And without wasting a second, without even making eye contact with anyone else, Wally replied, smiling with complete confidence: "Then I'll be your Superman's kryptonite... and I'll make you weak."

Dick frowned as if he'd heard something in another language. Conner wore a look of genuine horror. Artemis dropped the arrow. Kaldur didn't even know how to continue speaking. M'gann opened her mouth to say something but decided against it.

Meanwhile, you just smiled at him like he was the cutest thing in the world and kissed him on the cheek.

"That was terrible, wasn't it?" Wally muttered, suddenly a little unsure.

"No… it was perfect" you whispered, even though you both knew you were lying.

"PLEASE," Artemis blurted, dropping her arms in frustration. "Would you two stop doing that in front of everyone! You're killing us!"

⤷ You have playlists for each other, he made one with songs that reminded him of you and you have a long list of happy songs that you definitely think belong to him, he also has a couple's playlist for when you're together listening to music and sharing headphones.

⤷ Despite all the constant complaints from the team about being a somewhat clingy couple, everyone would like to have a relationship like yours. You're always together, you can't get enough of each other, you really have a great dynamic, and you know how to read each other to keep it working.

[spdrwdw]

♡ Childhood Bestfriend Miguel Headcanons ♡

6 year old Miguel who was your next door neighbor and would walk with you to the bus stop every morning

7 year old Miguel who would play with you outside during the summer, going to the neighborhood playground with you and the other kids

8 year old Miguel who you would be paired up with in class with for a project, and you would go to each other's houses to work. Your mom's would make you both snacks, and if you were at Miguel's house, you two would take a break and play Mario Cart together, along with Gabriel

9 year old Miguel who invited you to his birthday party at his house, and you would bring him the best gift out of all his friends and he wouldn't stop talking about it for days

10 year old Miguel who you would go trick-or-treating with. He would be dressed as Spider-Man, cuz they were his favorite superhero

11 year old Miguel who gave you a big box of chocolates for Valentine's Day, along with a teddy bear and flowers while looking away in embarrassment, stating that it was his mom's idea

12 year old Miguel who went to your birthday party, despite it being only girls there and it being Barbie themed. Everyone called him Ken that day. He didn’t mind it, cuz that meant he was your Ken for the whole day and got most of your attention

13 year old Miguel who shared his first kiss with you while you two were seated at the back of the school bus

14 year old Miguel who would play video games with you well into the night on a school night and you both had to be quiet as to not wake anyone up

15 year old Miguel who would be in your biology class and you would both always partner up and do science experiments together. One day, the class was dissecting frogs and you hid your face being a notebook while Miguel dissected it

16 year old Miguel who punched the guy you were dating for cheating on you with another girl

17 year old Miguel who took your virginity, and vise versa, during a mutual friend’s birthday party. You two had snuck to an empty room and did it. There was no condom used so you ended up freaking out, but, after taking a couple pregnancy tests, you two were relieved you weren’t pregnant, and Miguel decided to stock up on condoms after that

18 year old Miguel asking you out to prom with a whole mariachi band outside your door (it was Gabriel’s idea). Miguel was very flustered as he held up a sign that read “would you go to prom with me?” Of course, you said yes.

Bonus: 18 year old Miguel confessing his true feelings for you during your high school graduation ceremony. However, you both were heading to different universities so contact would end up being long-distant and as result, you two would end up dating other people

[therealmylesmorales]

Loser!Vi Headcannons pt 3

Warnings: hinted at masc4masc relationship, Vi should be a warning herself, NSFW themes so disrespectfully MDNI

This might be the last Headcannons list when it comes to loser!vi I’m out of ideas 🧍🏾‍♀️

WC: 725

⭒ We already know Vi likes to irritate you. Getting into your personal space— though she believes your space is her space— pretty much doing whatever she can to get under your skin lovingly. Half the time, she doesn’t really know when to stop and it ends up backfiring you her.

”Are you still mad at me?”

”Have I ate your pussy yet?”

”No 😔”

”Okay then.”

⭒ Vi will also slap your ass with every fiber in her. You’ll be bending over, laying on your stomach or entering a room and the next thing you know, a heavy hand smacked against your backside and you’ll see Vi’s retreating form as she runs away from you. She’ll scream and cry if you try to get her back.

⭒ Vi’s hot. Like legitimately. She runs like a furnace. That’s why she doesn’t wear much clothing when she’s at home— tits out and boxers on. She doesn’t really like sleeping with blankets either so you have those all to yourself. But the blankets, mixed with Vi’s unnatural heat, one has to go and most nights it’s Vi.

”You must hate me, at this point.”

”Vi, please it’s literally so hot—“

⭒ A little angsty, but she doesn’t like to cry in front of you. She deemed herself as your protector and doesn’t want to seem weak around you. She’ll cry when she’s alone, breaking down whenever she needs to. But some days are harder than most and those days she really wants your comfort. Vi will wordlessly throw herself in your arms and you will hear small sobs coming from her. Sometimes she’ll talk to you about it, sometimes she won’t; she just needs you.

⭒ Contrary to what people may think, Vi is a great cook. Let’s be fr, she did not get those arms by ramen packets and pizza rolls. Therefore she loves to cook for you. But Vi’s just a girl (ehhh) so she’ll go for a sweet treat whenever possible.

⭒ Along with Uno, any type of Mario games are banned from the house. Vi’s too competitive, and not to mention a sore loser. Mix that in with how much Jinx and Jayce likes to tease her…that’s just trouble waiting to happen.

⭒ Vi punches first and asks questions later when it comes to you. So whenever you sit at the bar at The Last Drop during one of her shifts, her eye is on you the entire time making sure people are being respectful. The moment you look even the smallest bit uncomfortable with someone talking to you, she’s already making her way over to you.

⭒ Before the two of you got together, Vi often talked to Jinx about you…a lot. To the point where Jinx knocked her head against the nearest wall hoping that it would knock her out.

”I hope she’s taken so you’ll finally SHUT UP!”

But despite how Jinx acts 95% of the time, she likes seeing you both together. (They have a happy and semi-healthy relationship in the loser!au verse.)

⭒ Vi kisses you like she’s trying to swallow you whole. One hand glued to the back of your neck while the other stayed on your waist. Believe it or not, it doesn’t always lead to anywhere that’s just how she is.

⭒ Whenever a camera is out, 8/10 she’ll just randomly flex.

You come into the living room, phone in hand. “Hey, can you guys watch my girlfriend real quick? I’ll be right back.”

Your phone is placed on the table, aiming directly at Vi. Her eyes followed you as you left the room before moving back to your phone. Not even five seconds passed before her muscles bulged from her arms, grinning wildly. She would try out different poses before her hands reached for the collar of her shirt.

”Vi, no! Keep your shirt on!”

Something extra 🫶🏾

⭒ Black!readers, I hate to say this…but she is not sitting through a hair appointment with you. She did, once, when you both started dating because she didn’t believe you when you said it would take hours. About 45 minutes in, she got bored and fidgety. Yeah, she did enjoy being in your company but she was doing NOTHING the whole time.

When you both got into the car, Vi immediately told you she would not be joining you again. She would gladly pay for it, though.

[ashwii]

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TMNT:SN is my own tmnt version :D I made my own designs for the boys and for the rest of the main cast, along with some other characters that are coming out soon :D If I'm being honest however, I still don't have a solid enough of a plot-line that can be put into a synopsis. I do however have a lot of bits and info about where I want everything to kinda go and what I want to do, and all of that information can be found in "tmnt:snINFO."

[enemiestolovershoe]

Subtle's Overrated Part 2

Noah Sebastian x bsf!dierkes!reader

Part 1

Summary: Y/N and Noah navigate their growing connection during the tour, balancing passion, privacy, and the playful chaos of their close-knit bandmates.

Words: 4k

Warnings: SMUT 18+, unprotected p in v (wrap it up pls), oral receiving (f and m), use of y/n, language, teasing, suggestive themes, getting 'caught', lmk if i missed something

Disclaimer: While the characters in this story are inspired by real people, the events and interactions are purely fictional and not reflective of reality.

It had been two weeks since you and Noah officially got together, and things had somehow only gotten more intense. The teasing from the band had reached an all-time high, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. You and Noah were practically inseparable now, a fact that Matt and Folio had coined as being “superglued together.”

“You two are like one of those old-school cartoons where the characters’ hands get stuck together with glue,” Folio said one afternoon, smirking as he leaned back on the bus couch. “I’m just waiting for the part where you try to pull away and end up with your faces stuck together.”

“Very original, Folio,” Noah said dryly, though he didn’t move from his spot beside you, his arm draped over your shoulders as you leaned into him.

“Hey, I call it like I see it,” Folio said, grinning.

Jolly walked in, holding a soda can, and immediately jumped into the conversation. “Calling it ‘superglued’ might actually be an understatement. They’re practically one person at this point.”

“Jealous?” you shot back, earning a round of laughter from the group.

Despite all the teasing, you and Noah had your moments, though not without their share of interruptions. The bus wasn’t exactly known for privacy, a lesson you’d learned the hard way more than once.

Flashback: The Couch Incident

It had been late at night, and most of the band had either passed out or holed up in their bunks. You and Noah had decided to take advantage of the quiet, slipping into the living room section of the bus for some alone time.

You had straddled him, your lips locked in a heated kiss, his hands running up and down your sides. The world outside the bus ceased to exist as his mouth moved against yours, and you’d let your guard down completely.

That is, until the door swung open.

“Yo, anyone up for Mario Kart?” Nicholas Ruffilo’s voice boomed as he barged in, Jolly trailing behind him.

The two of them froze mid-step, their eyes widening as they took in the scene.

“Uh…” Ruffilo started, clearly unsure whether to laugh or apologize.

Jolly, ever the calm one, raised an eyebrow. “Well, this is awkward.”

You scrambled off Noah’s lap, clutching your shirt to your chest in a feeble attempt to preserve some dignity. Noah groaned, his head falling back against the couch.

“Ever heard of knocking?” he muttered.

“We didn’t think we needed to,” Ruffilo said, smirking now. “Apparently, we do.”

Since then, you and Noah had been trying to pick your moments more carefully, though it hadn’t exactly worked out as planned.

Flashback: The Greenroom 

It was the third show of the week, and you’d barely had any alone time with Noah. The greenroom seemed like a safe bet—everyone else was busy getting ready or dealing with soundcheck.

You’d pinned him against the couch, your lips traveling along his jawline as his hands gripped your hips. His low groan sent shivers down your spine, and you were just about to palm him through his jeans when—

“Hey, has anyone seen—oh, come on!”

Matt’s voice rang out, followed immediately by Folio, Nicholas, and Jolly filing into the room. They all stopped short, collectively groaning in mock disgust.

“Seriously?” Matt said, his arms crossed.

“I thought we agreed the greenroom was a neutral zone,” Folio added, though he didn’t seem particularly surprised.

You scrambled off Noah once again, glaring at the group. “Do none of you knock?”

“Not when we don’t think we need to!” Matt retorted, throwing his hands in the air.

“Alright, that’s it,” Noah said, standing and brushing off his jeans. “We’re getting a lock for every door on this tour.”

The interruptions had become something of a running joke, but they’d also solidified one thing in your mind: you weren’t going to let anything happen until you had real privacy—preferably in a hotel, where no one could barge in unannounced.

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” Noah’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

You glanced at him, his expression amused as he sat beside you on the tour bus couch. “Thinking about what?”

“Every time we’ve been interrupted,” he said with a knowing smirk.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “How could I not? It’s like they have some kind of radar.”

“No kidding,” he muttered. “But hey, next week we’re staying in hotels for a few nights.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the implication, but before you could respond, Matt’s voice rang out from the front of the bus.

“Alright, lovebirds, let’s go! Soundcheck time!”

You sighed, shooting Noah an apologetic look. “Duty calls.”

He leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. “We’ll pick this up later.”

With a grin, you followed him off the bus, already anticipating whatever chaos the day would bring.

The Toronto skyline loomed in the distance, and you couldn’t help but feel a wave of relief. After days of being cooped up on the tour bus and countless interruptions, the idea of staying in a proper hotel felt like heaven. This stop was a multi-day event, and you’d made it abundantly clear to Matt that this time, privacy was non-negotiable.

“Alright,” Matt said as the bus rolled into the hotel parking lot. “We’ve got the rooms sorted. Two doubles for the guys, and one for me.”

“And one for me and Noah,” you interjected, arms crossed as you stood in front of your brother.

Matt’s eyebrows lifted in faux surprise. “Oh? Why do you need your own room?”

You rolled your eyes, already sensing where this was going. “You know exactly why.”

“Do I?” he said, his voice dripping with mock innocence. “Just seems like an odd request, that’s all.”

“Matt,” Noah groaned, stepping up beside you, clearly already exasperated. “Man, stop being a cockblock already. It fucking hurts.”

Matt smirked, pulling a room key card from behind his back and holding it just out of your reach. “You mean like this?”

You glared at him, but Noah was quicker, snatching the card from his hand with an annoyed grunt. “Thanks, Dad.”

“Have fun, lovebirds,” Matt called after you both as you headed for the hotel entrance, his grin practically splitting his face.

The memory of his smirk stayed with you as you and Noah made your way to your room, but the moment the door clicked shut behind you, all thoughts of Matt or the band vanished. Noah turned to you, his eyes dark with something you couldn’t quite describe but definitely felt in the air between you.

“We’re finally alone,” he murmured, stepping closer.

You couldn’t help but laugh, though your voice came out a little breathless. “It’s been days. Weeks. It feels like years.”

His hands found your waist, pulling you flush against him. “You’re telling me,” he said, his lips brushing against yours.

Before you could respond, he kissed you, and any coherent thought flew out of your head. His lips were firm and demanding, his hands roaming up your back as yours tangled in his hair. The tension that had been building between you two for days finally found its outlet, and it was electric.

Flashback: The Bus Incident

A few nights earlier, after a show, the two of you had rushed back to the bus, desperate for some alone time while the rest of the band went out for drinks. The bus was dark, quiet, and it felt like the perfect opportunity.

You’d barely made it to the couch when Noah pressed you against it, his lips trailing down your neck as his hands slid under your shirt. Your breath came out in soft gasps, your body arching into his touch.

And then, the bus door opened.

“I’m too tired for the bar,” Matt said, stepping inside and flipping the light on. He froze when he saw the two of you tangled together, blinking in surprise before bursting out laughing. “Oh, come on! Can’t I leave you two alone for five minutes?”

“Matt!” you groaned, scrambling off Noah.

“Really?” Noah muttered, his head dropping back against the couch in defeat.

Flashback: The Salt Lake City Studio Incident

You’d managed to convince Matt to book a hotel in Salt Lake City, thinking you’d finally have some privacy. What you hadn’t realized was that Matt had booked a studio apartment for the entire band—and himself.

You and Noah had shared a tiny corner of the room, and every time you thought you might sneak a moment alone, someone was always there.

“Who books a studio apartment for six people?” you’d hissed at Matt as you passed him in the kitchen.

He smirked, clearly enjoying your frustration. “Hey, it’s cozy.”

“Cozy?” Noah had said from the couch, his voice filled with irritation. “We can’t even breathe without someone hearing it.”

Those moments felt like a cruel joke now, but here, in this hotel room in Toronto, it was just the two of you. No interruptions, no teasing bandmates, no cockblocking brothers—just you and Noah, finally free to be together.

He broke the kiss, his forehead resting against yours as he caught his breath. “Worth the wait,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with meaning.

You smiled, your hands resting on his chest. “We’ve only just started.”

Noah smiled against your lips before pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. His gaze was intense, filled with hunger and adoration as he leaned in to capture your lips in another kiss—this one deeper, more urgent. His hands found your waist, guiding you back until the back of your knees hit the bed. You stumbled slightly, falling back onto the mattress with a soft laugh.

He followed immediately, pinning you beneath him as his weight settled on top of you. The two of you couldn’t help but giggle, the sound breaking through the tension for a moment.

“You’re dangerous, you know that?” you teased, your hands coming up to cup his face.

“Dangerous?” he repeated with a smirk, his thumb brushing along your cheekbone. “Says the girl who’s been driving me insane for weeks.”

You grinned, leaning up just enough to press a kiss to the tip of his nose. “I love you,” you murmured softly, your eyes locking onto his.

The smirk softened into something more tender, his lips quirking up into a small smile. “I love you too,” he said, his voice just as quiet, before leaning down to kiss you again.

His lips moved against yours with a slow intensity, the kind that made your whole body hum with anticipation. You felt his hand drift down to the hem of your shirt, his fingers brushing your skin lightly as he paused.

“Can I take this off?” he asked, his voice low and filled with both need and care.

You nodded quickly, your own hands moving to help him as you pulled the shirt over your head and tossed it aside. Noah’s lips found their way to your neck almost immediately, leaving a trail of soft, warm kisses down to your collarbone.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against your skin, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

His kisses continued downward, his lips grazing over the swell of your breast before he pressed a lingering, wet kiss there. You let out a soft gasp, threading your fingers through his hair as he moved lower, stopping briefly to kiss your belly before his mouth hovered over your shorts.

Noah rested his head there for a moment, looking up at you with a playful smirk. “You know,” he began, his tone teasing, “I’ve thought about this exact moment way more than I probably should’ve.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, your hands brushing through his hair. “And how does it compare?” you asked, matching his teasing tone.

“Better,” he said, his smirk growing as his eyes sparkled with mischief. “But it’d be even better if these weren’t in the way.” He tugged gently at the waistband of your shorts. “Can I take them off, baby?”

“Please,” you whispered, your voice filled with a mix of nervousness and excitement.

He didn’t hesitate, pulling your shorts down in one smooth motion, leaving your panties in place. His hands brushed along your thighs as he slid back up to you, his lips finding yours once again in a deep, lingering kiss.

“You wear too much,” you murmured against his lips, tugging lightly at the fabric of his shirt.

Noah pulled back with a chuckle, the corners of his lips twitching up into a smirk. “Better get rid of it then, huh?” he said, sitting up just enough to tug his shirt over his head and toss it aside.

Your eyes roamed over his toned chest, and you couldn’t help but grin. “Much better,” you said, your voice teasing but full of appreciation.

“Glad you approve, princess,” he replied with a playful wink before leaning back down to kiss you again.

As his hands slid up your back, his fingers found the clasp of your bra. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes meeting yours as if silently asking for permission.

You nodded, your breath catching as he unhooked it with practiced ease. Slowly, you slid the straps down your shoulders, letting the fabric fall away to expose yourself to him for the first time.

Noah’s breath hitched slightly, his eyes widening as he took you in. “You’re perfect,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe.

Heat rushed to your cheeks at his words, but the way he looked at you made you feel anything but shy. “You’re not so bad yourself,” you said with a small smile, your hands brushing along his chest as he leaned down to kiss you again.

Noah’s lips began their journey down your body once more, leaving soft, deliberate kisses that made your skin tingle. When he reached your chest, he paused, his warm mouth enveloping your nipple while his other hand massaged the opposite breast with care. The contrast of his lips and his hands sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, and a breathtaking moan escaped your lips.

Hearing your reaction, Noah smirked against your skin, clearly satisfied with the effect he was having on you. His kisses trailed lower, his lips and tongue mapping out every inch of you as he went. When he reached the hem of your panties, he stopped, his warm breath ghosting over the thin fabric.

Without warning, his hand cupped your covered core, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. The teasing look in his eyes as he glanced up at you was enough to make your heart race. Taking the hint, you lifted your hips slightly, hooking your thumbs into the waistband of your panties and sliding them off.

The moment you were bare, Noah wasted no time. His mouth descended on your core, his tongue working magic as he explored every sensitive spot. Your back arched off the bed as a moan spilled from your lips, your hands gripping the sheets for support.

His tongue moved with purpose, drawing out gasps and whimpers as he worked. After a moment, he slid two fingers inside you, the sensation making you cry out. His movements were precise, his mouth and fingers working in tandem to push you closer to the edge.

It didn’t take long before the tension coiled tightly in your belly snapped, a wave of pleasure crashing over you. Your body trembled as you came undone, your cries filling the room as Noah held you steady, guiding you through the high.

When you finally came down, your breath was ragged, your body flushed and buzzing with aftershocks. Noah pressed a soft kiss to your inner thigh, looking up at you with a proud, mischievous smile.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice low and full of admiration.

You pulled Noah up by the shoulders, your lips capturing his in a heated kiss. The moment your tongue slid against his, he froze for a brief second, clearly caught off guard. Most of his past partners had refused this kind of intimacy, but you didn’t hesitate. Instead, you deepened the kiss, your taste still lingering on his lips.

“Damn,” Noah murmured when you pulled back slightly, his voice low and almost disbelieving. “You’re full of surprises, princess.”

You smirked, brushing your nose against his. “You like that?”

“Like it?” he said with a breathless chuckle. “You’re gonna ruin me.”

Your lips met again, tongues tangling in a battle for dominance. In the heat of the kiss, your hands moved with purpose, sliding down his chest and expertly undoing the button of his shorts. Noah groaned into your mouth as your hand slipped beneath the waistband, brushing against him.

“Shit,” he hissed, his head tilting back slightly. Not wanting to waste time, he kicked off his shorts and boxers in one smooth motion, leaving him completely bare in front of you.

Now both naked, you kneeled together on the bed, your hands exploring his tattooed chest. “You’re unreal, you know that?” you said softly, your fingers tracing the ink along his torso.

“Me?” Noah laughed breathlessly, his hands gliding over your hips. “Look at you.”

Instead of replying, you leaned in to kiss him again, trailing your lips down his chest. Your kisses became slower, more deliberate as you moved lower, worshiping every inch of him. When you reached his length, you paused, glancing up at him with a questioning look.

His breathing hitched, and he nodded quickly. “Go ahead, baby,” he said, his voice strained.

You wrapped your hand around him first, stroking him slowly before taking him into your mouth. The reaction was immediate—Noah’s head fell back, and a low, guttural groan escaped his lips.

“Holy shit,” he muttered, his hand tangling in your hair.

You worked him with confidence, your tongue and lips driving him closer and closer to the edge. His breathing grew heavier, his hips starting to move slightly in time with your motions.

“Fuck, princess,” he groaned, his voice shaking. “I’m so close.”

You hummed around him in response, which only made him gasp louder. But then his grip on your hair tightened slightly, pulling you back gently.

“No, you need to stop,” he said, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “I want to cum inside you.”

Reluctantly, you released him, a long string of saliva still connecting you as you sat back. The sight made Noah groan again, his eyes darkening with desire.

“Come here,” he murmured, pulling you into another searing kiss.

As his lips moved against yours, he guided you down onto the mattress. His hand slipped between your thighs, his fingers brushing against your slick heat. You gasped at the contact, your hips arching instinctively toward him.

“You’re so ready for me,” he whispered, his voice full of awe as he lined himself up at your entrance. He paused, his gaze meeting yours. “You sure about this?”

“I’m sure,” you replied softly, your hands cupping his face. “I love you, Noah.”

His expression softened for a moment before he leaned down to kiss you deeply. “I love you too, princess,” he said against your lips, and with that, he pushed into you slowly.

The stretch was overwhelming at first, but the way he held you—his forehead pressed to yours, his hands cradling your hips—made it feel perfect.

The room filled with a symphony of groans and moans as he moved, your bodies finding a rhythm together. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure through you, pulling you closer to the edge once again.

“You feel so good,” Noah rasped, his voice strained as he buried his face in your neck.

“So do you,” you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders.

It didn’t take long for the pleasure to build to an unbearable peak. Your body tensed as you cried out his name, your release washing over you in waves. Noah wasn’t far behind, his hips stuttering as he groaned loudly, spilling into you.

Both of you lay there for a moment, panting heavily as you came down from the high. Noah stayed above you, his forehead pressed to yours as he caught his breath.

“Damn,” he finally said with a soft laugh, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. “That was... everything.”

You smiled up at him, your fingers tracing lazy patterns along his back. “Worth the wait?”

“More than worth it,” he said, leaning down to kiss you again.

“Don’t move, princess,” Noah said softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead before he stood and disappeared into the bathroom.

You lay there, your body still tingling, as you watched him return moments later with a warm, damp towel. Gently, he cleaned you up, his touch tender and caring. When he finished, he tossed the towel toward the bathroom door without a second thought and crawled back into bed beside you.

He pulled the blankets over both of you and immediately wrapped you in his arms, your head resting against his chest. His fingers traced lazy circles on your shoulder, and you felt completely at ease.

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before,” you murmured after a moment.

“Like what?” he asked, his voice low and soothing.

“Safe. Loved. Like everything is exactly how it’s supposed to be,” you admitted, your fingers toying with one of the tattoos on his chest.

Noah’s hand stilled for a moment before he tipped your chin up to meet his gaze. “That’s because it is,” he said simply.“You’re everything, Y/N. I don’t know how I didn’t see it sooner, but now that I do? I’m not letting go.”

You smiled, leaning up to kiss him softly. “You’re stuck with me, Noah Sebastian. Better get used to it.”

“Already am,” he teased, grinning against your lips.

The two of you talked for a while longer, sharing stories from the past and dreams for the future. The conversation eventually slowed, and you reached for your phone while Noah grabbed his from the nightstand.

The moment you unlocked your screen, you froze, your heart sinking. There was a message from Matt, and as you opened it, your jaw dropped.

Matt: Okay, if I had known you’d get that fucking loud, I wouldn’t have taken the room next to yours. I never want to hear those noises from my sister again. #traumatized

Your face burned with embarrassment as you stared at the text. “Oh my god,” you whispered.

At the same time, Noah let out a low groan, his phone lighting up with a message. He glanced at it, and then his head fell back against the headboard with a mix of amusement and exasperation.

“Folio,” he muttered, turning the screen toward you.

Folio: Dude, WTF. Are you murdering her?!

You and Noah locked eyes, both of you holding up your phones to show each other the messages.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, burying your face in your hands. “I can never leave this room again. Never.”

Noah laughed, pulling your hands away from your face. “Come on, princess, it’s not that bad.”

“Not that bad?!” you squeaked. “My brother heard us, Noah! He’s scarred for life! And Folio? Oh my god, I’m never going to live this down.”

He chuckled, leaning down to kiss the tip of your nose. “Fuck them, princess. Now everyone knows you’re mine.”

You groaned, burying your face in his chest. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“Maybe a little,” he admitted, running his fingers through your hair. “But seriously, let them tease. They’ll get over it eventually.”

You sighed dramatically, but his calm reassurance did help ease the embarrassment a little. “Fine. But if Matt brings this up, I’m denying everything.”

“Good luck with that,” Noah said with a laugh, pulling you closer. “Matt doesn’t let anything go.”

You groaned again, but Noah’s arms around you made you feel a little more confident. Maybe, just maybe, you’d survive the teasing. Eventually.

Taglist: @courta13

[eliomwah]

Sweet Nothing || Spencer Angew x F!Reader

Summary: Y/N struggles with hate comments, Spencer is there to comfort her and make her feel better.

Warning: Angst? Negative Self Talk, Crying

Word Count: 1.2k

Note: Inspired off the song "Sweet Nothing" by Taylor Swift

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The comment section is never a place to look, especially when you’re already feeling bad about yourself. Normally, Y/N stays away from the comments of any video but today was different. They needed some of the crazier comments for a Smosh Pit Theatre video. As she was sifting through different videos, Y/N started seeing a lot of hate comments. Which wasn’t unusual, but there was a common theme. Most of the comments were about her. This sent her brain down a spiral of criticism and hate. She has been a cast member at Smosh for a few years now. She thought everything was going well. People laughed at her bits, she was cast in many different videos, and the fans always seemed to love her. Y/N knew hate comments were all apart of the job, but these ones were hitting close to home. All she wanted was to be apart of Smosh. She tried her best in every video, wanting to be on the same level as her fellow cast mates. She thought she was achieving that goal, but she must have been wrong.  

“Hey, you ok?” Courtney says as she walks by her desk. 

“Yeah, just lost in thought,” Y/N says, looking up at Courtney. 

Unconvinced, Courtney gives her soft smile. “If you need anything I’m always here to talk.” 

“Thanks Court. I’ll be ok. Just been a little stressed recently.” 

“Awe, sweetie. Well, tomorrow we’re playing Gentlemen’s Werewolf again, so that should be fun. And, hey, let’s go out for lunch after!” 

“Yeah, that would be wonderful!” You reply, though the idea of filming tomorrow isn’t as comforting as Courtney thinks. Hopefully lunch with one of your besties will help you get through a filming day. 

“Ok, I’m going home. Don’t stay too late tonight.” 

“I won’t, I promise.” Courtney grabs your hand and gives it a squeeze before walking towards the door. 

Y/N goes back to her laptop, staring blankly at her screen. She knows she needs to stop going through the comments, but she can’t seem to pull her eyes away. Her mind is doing crazy things. She’s needs to snap out of it. This isn’t who she is. Y/N started out as an editor and slowly they started casting her in videos. She had assumed there was a reason she was put into videos, but she guesses they just needed someone to fill as space. When they had asked her to be a full time cast member as well as an editor, Y/n was hesitant but agreed. It was going to be a lot of work, but everyone loved her in the crew videos, especially Shayne’s hide and seek video. It was during her first week on the job. She had no idea where to hide. As she was searching for a spot, she ran into her future best friend/ work crush, Spencer. He helped her come up with the idea where she was sneaking behind Shayne the whole time. Shayne was so confused and laughed hysterically once he caught her. On that day she had truly felt like she belonged at Smosh. She had been wrong. Maybe all her friends were lying to her. Maybe she isn’t as funny as everyone said. The internet is known for being brutally honest. 

Y/N’s feels her phone buzz on her desk. She turns over her phone to see a text from Spencer. 

Spence: Wanna come over? I have a pizza and game controller calling your name 

This was a little tradition for Y/N and Spencer, getting takeout and playing video games on a Friday night. Y/N and Spencer had barely talked all day. He was busy was a last-minute change to the games shoot schedule and she had been editing the new TNTL. It has been a stressful week all around. It would be nice to have a relaxing night, especially with how the last few hours have been. Spencer always made her feel better whatever the situation. 

Y/N: Only if the games Mario Party 

Spence: … 

Spence: fiiiiiiinnneeeee. I guess we can play it for the 100th time this month 

Y/N: what can I say, I just love it soooo much hehe 

Y/N: I’ll be there soon 

Y/N closes her laptop. She decides to go home and finish this assignment tomorrow. As she drives to Spencer’s house, she can’t help but think about the comments. She’s so tired of feeling like she’s not enough. Though she knows she shouldn’t care about what the internet has to say, right now it’s all she can think about. She tries to play some music to uplift her spirits. She doesn’t want to bring down the vibe with Spencer. The music doesn’t seem to help. As she walks up to Spencer’s apartment, Y/N starts to feel more insecure. Normally, Spencer makes her feel better. He always finds a way of making her laugh, making her feel safe. But what if she’s not enough for him?  

Y/N stops in front of his door. She thinks about everything she should have done by now. All the things that others have don’t that she hasn’t. She thinks about the comments and everything they said about her. For a second, she thinks about going home and wallowing in her self-hatred. Why would Spencer ever fall for someone like her? She knocks on the door. Spencer answers and before he could say anything she crashes into him and buries her head into is neck. And he lets her. She takes a deep breath and relaxes into his arms. After a while, he leads them to the couch so they can sit down. 

“What’s going on? Are you ok?” Spencer asks. He has a concerned look on his face. Y/N pauses for a second. She doesn’t want to burden Spencer with all her insecurities but the look in his eyes makes her want to explain the deepest parts of her soul. He made her feel safe. 

“I had to look though comments today, for a video, and…” Y/N starts to tear up and looks down at her lap “and I don’t know why but they really got to me and I’m trying my best but I feel like I’m not enough and…” 

Spencer interrupts. “It’s ok, it’s ok. The common section is never a good place to look. I promise you no one at Smosh thinks those things,” He pauses for a second “and I don’t think any of those things. You are one of the funniest people I get to work with each day. I look forward to shoot blocks only because I get to watch you smile and laugh and do silly little bits. Seeing you happy makes me happy.”  

He places a hand on her cheek and wipes away a tear. She looks up at him. Sitting there, Y/N feels like a weight has been lifted off her shoulders. Neither of them says anymore. Soon they start to play Mario Party and eat the pizza. They laugh and banter back and forth as they play, Spencer ultimately winning in the end. As he was beating Y/N in a mini game, she couldn’t help but feel happy. All the voices in her head telling her that she isn’t enough, all the hate and all the self-doubt, that didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered to her was Spencer. And the only thing he wanted from her was sweet nothing.

[eriace]

wife me up, reo ; reo mikage

oneshot & fluff ↪ in which after her sister steals her fiancé, y/n is determined to walk into that engagement party with her head held high—and her best friend, reo mikage fake-married at her side, looking like a billion-dollar. ↷ reo mikage ; blue lock

↳ an order of cappuccino + frappuccino from @sailorstar9 in the comeback cafe event !

Y/N HADN'T CRIED. Not when she caught her sister lip-locked with her fiancé. Not when her mother said, “Well, maybe he just fell in love with the prettier daughter.” Not even when her ex sent her a “hope we can still be friends” text with a smiley face emoji.

No. Y/n didn’t cry.

She plotted.

She plotted with a vengeance, and snacks. Which is why Reo Mikage found himself sitting across from her in her living room, eating revenge-themed popcorn and listening to her dramatic villain monologue.

“I want to crash the engagement party. I want to show up glowing. Like post-breakup, revenge-body, thriving-glow. I want to make her look like a backup dancer in my story.”

Reo, halfway through a bite, blinked.

“You want me to fight her?”

“What—no! I want you to pretend to be my rich, loyal, devastatingly attractive husband and make them feel like trash.”

Reo stared.

Then smirked.

“Oh. So you want me to be me.”

The plan? Chaotic.

The execution? Somehow worse.

Because Reo, dramatic little chaos prince that he was, didn’t just fake-date her. He fake married her.

He brought rings. He made matching outfits. He sent handwritten invitations to his personal glam team for “operation: rub salt into the gaping wound of betrayal.”

By the time the party arrived, Y/n was in a silky champagne dress that cost more than her rent, hair done by someone with an accent, and heels tall enough to make her rethink her life choices.

Reo wore a smug grin and a tuxedo like it was war armor.

“Ready to ruin lives?” he whispered as they pulled up in a sleek black car that screamed I moved on and I’m thriving, thanks.

Y/n grabbed his hand and smiled sweetly.

“Let’s go make them cry.”

The moment they walked in, jaws dropped.

Her sister—dripping in glitter and guilt—froze mid-toast.

Her ex turned a shade of white that was almost impressive.

Reo, never one to waste an entrance, kissed Y/n’s hand and loudly declared:

“I’d like to toast to my stunning wife. And thank her ex for being dumb enough to let her go.”

Y/n cackled internally. Externally, she batted her lashes and held up her champagne glass.

“And to my little sister, for showing me what rock bottom looks like—so I knew what to avoid in the future.”

Silence.

Then—

“You married Reo Mikage?!” her sister squeaked, horror in her voice.

“He proposed the day after you two got engaged,” y/n said sweetly. “Some men know what they have before someone else steals it.”

Reo slipped his arm around her waist like he’d done it a thousand times. (He had. But only during Mario Kart marathons and late-night snack runs.)

“She’s a catch,” he said, voice smooth. “I wasn’t about to fumble like some idiots.”

Y/n tried very hard not to die laughing. The rest of the night was a fever dream.

People asked for their “love story.” Reo claimed they met when she threw a donut at his head for skipping her birthday. (True.)

Her ex tried to pull her aside to “talk.” Reo fake-swooned and said, “Sorry, man, my wife only cries over K-dramas now.”

Her sister tried to start a scene. Y/n fake-yawned and said, “Still stealing things that don’t belong to you?”

They left that party legends.

Back in the car, Reo finally relaxed, pulling off his tie and loosening his shirt.

Y/n sighed, tossing her heels aside.

“That was fun. Almost makes up for the trauma.”

“We should fake marry more often.”

“Bold of you to assume I’d marry you even in fiction.”

He smirked.

“Bold of you to assume it was fake.”

She paused.

Stared at him.

He didn’t look away.

Her stomach did something. Probably betrayal trauma flashbacks. Probably not.

“You’re kidding,” she said.

“Try me.”

Y/n swallowed.

“…Did we just enemies-to-lovers speedrun ourselves?”

“Technically, it was friends-to-fake-marriage-to-oh-no-we’re-in-love.”

Silence.

Then she laughed. Loud and ridiculous and real.

“God, I can’t believe I fake married my best friend.”

Reo grinned, eyes sparkling.

“Then let’s make it real.”

“What—like a real marriage?”

“Or at least a real date.” He leaned in, brushing his shoulder against hers. “I promise I don’t come with a cheating sibling.”

Y/n flushed, heart thudding.

“You do come with expensive champagne and good hair, though.”

“So that’s a yes?”

She smiled, reaching for his hand.

“It’s a hell yes.”

© eriace ;; don’t repost my works.

[anonymous-dentist]

A night in the lab: a short fic

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For all the nights that Pangi has spent in the newer lab, he’s slept in the water tank with a snorkel sticking out of his mouth and a water breathing potion going through an IV in his wrist. Even while corrupted, he stayed at the lab, and he stayed in the tank despite the way the skulky water made his skin itch like a real motherfucker.

But he doesn’t need the tank anymore.

But his house is still under quarantine, and it will be for the next week until the final round of soul vials are released onto it, the bed inside long compromised.

He could stay with Pili, but he’d also, like, rather die, actually, than do that; he’d either be stuck sleeping in Zam’s old room (which- what?) or on an uncomfortable couch surrounded by the Corruption, and that all sounds real unappealing.

There’s also Aimsey’s house, but Pangi, uhhh… he doesn’t want to get in the way of them and Ros.

And so he’s back in the lab trying to find a safe place to set his spawn in that isn’t a gross vat of pangolin soup. Wasn’t Lukey gonna make a bedroom at some point? Fifteen blocks apart and shit, the living quarters.

But also… isn’t Lukey fucking homeless? Homeless and poor?

There’s music coming from Lukey’s (coughs-their-coughs) office: the music disc that Lukey and Pangi had spent hours trying to track down in the trial chambers a few months ago, and Lukey humming along. He’s probably still working, but not on anything actually useful. He’s probably doing, like, science or something, but not the important kind of science over in the new alchemy room. He’s doing…

Pangi pokes his head around the corner and is met with the sight of Lukey setting up a little wooden cot in the corner of the room with his back to the doorway, head bobbing along to the music. His lab coat and hoodie are both off, and his jeans have been swapped out for a pair of Mario-themed pajama pants that Pangi remembers losing just before the Corruption took him over. And, wait, is that shirt one of Pangi’s too?

The bastard. If he wants to steal clothes, he should at least steal clothes that fit him!

(The collar of the shirt is low enough on Lukey that it’ll probably let his collarbones show if he was to turn around and let Pangi see. The thought of that does not make Pangi want to get his attention.)

“Heyyy, Lukey!” Pangi calls, getting Lukey’s attention.

Lukey, of course, jumps and legs out a little yelp and spins around in the air, hand fumbling in the air where his belt would be if he was actually dressed.

(Collarbones.)

Pangi leans against the archway with his arms crossed, the very picture of cool. And awesome. And intimidating. And badass.

Lukey sees it’s him and visibly relaxes, shoulders loosening. A hand goes to his chest right over his heart as if to steady it.

He smiles. “Hello! You scared me. What’s up?”

The shirt is way too big on him. It’s red with a picture of Zam’s stupid face drawn on it with black permanent marker, the remnant of a sleepover from a couple seasons back.

For whatever reason, the sight of Lukey wearing a shirt with Zam’s stupid face is enough to make Pangi pop the question that’s been in the back of his mind for over a month now: “Do you wanna get married?”

Lukey’s smile freezes on his face. It freezes so hard that it doesn’t match the rest of his face as it slowly started turning tense and red.

“Uh,” says Lukey, voice hoarse, “what?”

Pangi is sooooo fucking nonchalant.

He shrugs, the very picture of nonchalant. “Do you want to get married? Like, for tax benefits.”

“For…” Lukey shakes his head, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. “Pangi, we don’t pay taxes. Are you paying taxes?”

Zam’s stupid face looks like it’s saying, ‘Okay, gayboy, tell him the real reason now.’

Instead, and incredibly nonchalantly, Pangi replies, “Maybe. But if I marry you, then I don’t have to pay as much.”

And then, before Lukey can ask any more stupid questions, Pangi adds, “And we can get everyone to give us expensive wedding gifts.”

Lukey turns thoughtful at that. “I do need some more gapples…”

And, see? He did get better while Pangi was corrupted, he actually wants to carry gapples on him!

But he doesn’t need someone else to get him what Pangi has always given him.

“Hold on,” he sighs, pulling his enderchest out and rummaging through it for his food shulker.

Lukey shamelessly crosses the room to stand by Pangi’s side expectantly. “Thank youuuu… and can I have some more pearls, by any chance?”

Pangi rolls his eyes, but he shoves a stack of gapples into Lukey’s arms and moves on to look for his backup pearls.

“Are those my clothes, by the way?” he tactfully asks.

“Hm?” Lukey nonchalantly asks. “What, these? No, I just found them the other day at Green Castle.”

Pangi gives him a Look over the rims of his sunglasses; Lukey just grins and bites into a gapple.

(Collarbones…)

“Lukey…”

“Mmm? What’s up?”

Pangi’s hand closes around a stack of pearls. “Here.”

He holds them out, and Lukey takes them; their fingers brush, and electricity shoots down Pangi’s spine.

Pangi quickly goes back to his enderchest, definitely not fighting a stupid stupid stupid blush. He is straight, goddamnit!

There’s an audible skip in Lukey’s step as he goes back across the room to his makeshift bed, saying, “So, the wedding…”

“What wedding?” Pangi immediately responds.

“Oh my- we are not doing this right now, I’m too tired.” Lukey groans and flops down onto his cot. “I’m still thinking a blue and white color palette.”

Pangi’s favorite flower is blue. Lukey’s favorite color is obviously white.

Pangi chooses not to think about that.

Instead, he asks, “Did you finish the living quarters?”

“Ugh, not yet, I’ve been busy.”

“Oh, you’ve been busy, huh?”

“Yes! Curing you! You wouldn’t even be talking to me like this if it wasn’t for me!”

“Yeah, using the cure I started.”

“Oh, please, I started that cure before you were even born.”

Pangi turns to look at him in horror. “You’re old!?”

Lukey gives him an exasperated look. “I’m one year older than you. If it wasn’t for the Null, I-”

Immediately, Pangi thinks to that hallway and the painting in it showing a terrified Lukey curled up in a glass tube. There were circles under his eyes and needles sticking out of his skin and Keepers surrounding him holding all kinds of tools.

Even from across the room, Pangi can see the scars littering Lukey’s arms. The hair at his temples is white, probably from the little electric nodes Pangi saw one of the Keepers holding in the painting.

(What are marriage vows, again? To love and to cherish, in sickness and in health… to serve and protect? Or is that the army?)

“So, what, you’ve been sleeping in here?” Pangi asks.

Lukey shrugs. “It’s warm.”

The Null is cold.

But, well, if this is the bedroom for the time being…

Pangi puts his bed near Lukey’s- not next to it, but near it.

“Okay, then,” he simply says. “Let’s work on the living quarters tomorrow.”

“Fine,” Lukey sighs, as lazy as ever. “But you have to get the prismarine. I’m not going anywhere near one of those temple things.”

“That’s fine. You’ll just have to get the glowstone by yourself.”

Lukey sits up at that, shock and horror and betrayal crossing his face and making his eyes narrow and his mouth twist into a frown.

“Move your bed,” he orders, not remotely threatening in the slightest.

But even annoyed, Pangi can’t help but think that Lukey’s face is something truly… nice. In a straight way. He’s… symmetrical.

So he tries again: “Marry me?”

“Is that even a question?” Lukey huffs. Amusement glitters in his eyes, though, and his frown softens. “Try it with a ring next time.”

Needy, Pangi thinks, already deciding to commission Bad to make some legendary-quality netherite diamond rings for the two of them.

(But it wasn’t a no.)

[yuri-is-online]

Couple's (questionable) Halloween Costumes ft. Tokyo Debunker

I just got back from an event and had some thoughts idk. This is not in any particular order, just whoever came to mind first.

Towa- Bee and Beekeeper. His chibi is already a bee, he'd probably find it cute to see you dressed up like one too. Haru is the one who suggests his jumpsuit already looks a bit like a beekeeper suit, all he'd need to do is get a hat. Towa loves romance, so he'd probably be one of the only ghouls actually interested in dressing up with you 10/10.

Sho- Mario and Princess Peach, except he's the princess because he made the mistake of telling you that Leo always makes him be the girl. You really want to play this game, senpai? Fine. He'll hate every second of it but it is just the littlest bit worth it to see you squirm at how good he looks in a dress. Somewhat. He'd rather make you squirm someway else ???/10

Luca- Jedidiah and Octavius (from night at the museum). He sort of ruins it because he doesn't understand the reference and spends the night talking at length about Roman history. Which is nice if you are into that but extremely boring if not 6/10.

Kaito- Ketchup and Mustard. He also sort of ruins it; doing something this classically coupley with you makes him delirious with happiness and he has a stroke before you can make your way to the party. Salvages the night by baking Halloween themed cupcakes, you have a nice little date decorating them and no one has to see you two embarrass yourselves in public 7/10.

Haru- Cow and the Moon. He... does not have the best fashion sense if his cards are anything to go by, and hey this cow costume he got for (insert total rip off price here) will totally help him promote the back to nature tour! You dressing up as the moon was supposed to be a cute gimmick thing to play off the old nursery rhyme, he wasn't expecting you to put together such an ethereal outfit. Completely forgets about promoting the tour in favor of being cute with you all night, he's totally willing to do this again 9/10 (don't let him choose the costumes next time).

Rui- Moth and Lamp. He wants to do Gomez and Morticia, but the torture of not being able to touch you is already too much to bear as is, he isn't about to make it worse for himself. This way he can still be free to tend bar and make a bunch of cheesy "jokes" about you being the light of his life. Moths sort of fit the Obscuary theme anyway so it's a perfect costume, 10/10.

Haku- Howl and Sofie. He wants a costume that will give him an excuse to flirt with you and will make it very very clear just who you are leaving this party with. Haku probably thinks he'd look really good in Howl's outfit and you know what? He's right. Just remember to take him seriously when he offers his help removing your clothes this time, inspector 10/10.

Taiga- Ghostface. For exactly the reasons you think kitten don't even bother picking out a costume [redacted]/10.