#mysterious cake sitting on a table. it was half eaten. there were no plates or forks in the entire room

[homestuck--edits]

Hey, I have a sprite edit of Mobster Kingpin (From MSPA) but he looks really fluffy, thank you.

-Bizcuit

not exactly a look compatible with fluffy. also looking at this sprite upsets me /lh

-mod davesprit

[lady-of-glass-and-bone]

Imagine Pennywise Finding You Watching A Gory Movie

Pennywise x Reader

For @pennywiselover1234 who requested something cute with the clown. Hope this is okay!

The movie that reader watches is called Terrifier and it's awesome sauce so you should go watch it.

      You hadn't seen your Murdery Clown Boyfriend in a solid two days. Which was both a miracle and kind of disappointing at the same time because while he could be annoying as Hell, being around him meant there was never a dull moment.

So there you were, sitting in your living room, half eaten plate of mix 'n match leftovers in your lap, feeling decidedly lonely. The TV was on and some nature show was playing, which normally would have been fine but watching a group of lionesses hunt down their prey just made you sad.

Penny was probably out hunting.

Which reminded you that he was out hunting children and you suddenly weren't hungry anymore.

Shoving the plate of leftovers onto the coffee table in front of you with a slightly bitter taste in your mouth, you elected to watch a movie instead.

The fact that that movie just so happened to be about a mysterious clown who brutally murders people had nothing to do with you missing Pennywise. Nothing at all. Just a coincidence.

You hadn't watched it in a while, not since Penny had come barreling into your life, and it was just as gory as you remembered. Not that it bother you much though. All the viscera, blood and flayed skin flying across the screen not even making you flinch as the sun sunk down outside and the room around you settled into a hazy darkness.

Only the glow from the screaming TV illuminated your relaxed figure on the couch.

You zoned into the movie, the silent but playful chase of the clown consuming your attention. It was a good distraction, watching imaginary people die-but-not-really-die at the grimy hands of a fictional killer.

It was nice that for once the blood was fake and the screams were pretend.

The distraction lasted up until the final girl was left, scrambling her way toward freedom, when a warm drop of liquid landed on the curve of your shoulder.

Turning only your head to get a look at what could possibly be dripping from above you, you find a spot of red slowly rolling it's way down your arm when another, larger glob of red splats onto your skin.

You stare at it with mild annoyance, the final girl gurgling on her own blood through the speakers.

"Penny, you better not have tracked blood into my house" you scold, finally looking up at the shadowy figure standing behind you, looming over the couch.

"So you don't like the blood then?" he gives you a gleaming smile, teeth and lips stained in a crimson mess. He's obviously hoping to get on your nerves.

"No, it's just a pain to clean up when my giant, killer boyfriend leaves a trail of it all around my nice floors" you smile back, trying to be pleasant when more blood drops from his chin to your cheek.

God you just hope it's not getting on the couch.

Pennywise just stares down at you, those docile blue eyes as deceiving as ever, looking for a place to dig in and prod. He does love to play with you.

Then your forgotten movie erupts with gunfire and he looks up to study the screen. It's as bloody as ever and Penny gives a giggle, hidden bells on his costume providing an extra layer of amusement.

"What?" you glance from the TV to Penny, wondering what he could possibly find entertaining about-

Suddenly lifted up and off the couch, you find yourself dangling in the silk covered arms of a gleeful clown, his blood slick face slippery against your neck as he plants kisses in every conceivable place available.

This includes your hair, face, neck, and a shirt you will never be able to wear in public again for all the bloody hand prints it now has.

"AHHHH! Penny! What the fuck?" you wriggle in his grasp, feet flailing but getting you no where.

"Pretty and playful and not afraid of blood! What a perfect little human!" he exclaims happily between snuffling kisses and semi-gentle bites.

He keeps going until you can do nothing but laugh at all the oddly comforting sounds he makes against your body, his drool eventually mixing with the blood that has you worried about slipping right out of his warm grasp.

But of course he doesn't drop you, only hoists you up and over until you're dangling over his shoulder, thoroughly out of breath and caked in sticky, very real, blood. The credits to your movie are rolling as you're carried up the stairs to no doubt cover more surfaces of your home in blood.

You could deal with that tomorrow though. For now, you're just happy to have your clown back.

[rinmio21]

Mont Blanc

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: WinWin x reader

[October 28th]

The sweet scent of freshly cut fruit fills Sicheng’s senses as he makes his way towards the counter. Although he can smell hints of orange and mango, strawberry seemed to reign supreme today, the distinctive sweet, yet tart scent bringing a small smile up his cheeks. 

“How can I help you today?” 

“Can I get one of those please, to go?” Sicheng points to the mountain shaped cake sitting behind the display. Compared to the other cakes, with their crazy decorations and colorful fruit, the cake of his choice looks rather bland. The only piece of decoration on the blob of light brown is a chocolate medallion placed at the peak, the store’s name printed on the center of it in gold cursive. He watches the store clerk gently place the cake in to a small white box, and place a sticker over the flap.

“Thank you.” Sicheng’s careful on his way back home, keeping his arms relatively pinned to his side and his steps are a little cautious, just to make sure he doesn’t destroy his cake on his trek back home. Shifting his eyes up from the sidewalk, he realizes that the sun finally came to visit in the midst of the gloomy season. His mind wanders off to the last time it was this sunny on his birthday. 

・

“Happy birthday!” It was a couple of autumns ago, when you knocked on his door at 8 in the morning, carrying a mysterious box in your hands. He was too busy rubbing the sleep out of his eyes to decipher your words, simply following you like an obedient dog as you waltzed in to his apartment and over to his kitchen. 

“You, Mr. Birthday Boy, can take a seat.” As soon as you placed the box on the kitchen counter, you grabbed Sicheng by the shoulders and pushed him towards the dining area. Pulling out one of the wooden chairs, he quickly sat down and laid his arms and head on the table. With a lazy smile spread across his cheeks, Sicheng watched you return to the kitchen. He was determined to stay awake to see what you were up to, but his sleepy eyes slowly started to close as his tired body tried to sneak in a couple more minutes of beauty sleep.

“…up.

Sicheng?

Wake up!” Sicheng’s awakened by your soft voice and the gentle scent of chestnut and whipped cream, and as he opens his eyes, he’s welcomed by the morning sunlight and a softer, warmer light coming from the object in your hands. 

“A, a cake…?” Sicheng looks up at you with squinted eyes, and you can’t help but let out a quick laugh. His soft hair is sticking out in all different directions, and the oversized T-shirt draped over his body remains a little twisted around his torso. He looked so pure, so vulnerable. Resisting the urge to cradle his cheeks and drop a kiss on his pouty lips, you simply place your creation in front of him.

“So, cake for breakfast, huh?”

“It’s your birthday! You can do whatever you want.” Chuckling at your words, Sicheng picks up the plate and brings it up to eye-level, examining the light brown paste and the small sprinkle of white near the peak. 

“Did you make this?” Sicheng can’t help but feel a bit concerned when you nod your head with a timid smile. 

“I don’t know if it’s any good though.” Using the side of the fork, Sicheng cuts off a small piece, watching the chestnut paste concave from the weight of the fork. When Sicheng finally brings the fork up to his face, you nervously start chewing on your lower lip, equal parts curious and horrified to see what Sicheng’s reaction would be. 

“How-how is it?” Instead of giving you a reply, Sicheng looks up and grins, his right cheek stuffed with a mixture of chestnut, whipped cream, and biscuit. Closing his eyes, he savors the sweet pastry, not really minding the overly sweet whipped cream and the dense biscuit. Sure, it wasn’t perfect. But with every bite he took, he felt like he was right there with you in your kitchen, watching you run around, grabbing ingredients and tossing them in to bowls of various sizes. 

“Y/n, this is the best cake I’ve ever had.”

And he meant it.

・

Sicheng sits alone at the table this time, opening the box and moving the cake on to a white plate. Just like before, Sicheng carves a piece of the cake out with the edge of his fork and immediately carries it to his mouth. The chestnut wasn’t charred, the whipped cream wasn’t too sweet, and the biscuit was smooth and light. If he was served this cake at some fancy restaurant, he would have basically wolfed it down in one bite with a wide smile on his face. 

But all that comes out is a sigh.

He didn’t want this cake, especially not today. He wanted that cake that tasted of bliss, that cake that made him feel all warm and happy. He wanted to eat it at 8 in the morning, even if his stomach refused to accept the sweet treat at such an early hour. 

He wanted that special cake that only you could make. 

Pushing the half-eaten cake to the edge of the table, Sicheng leans back in his chair, balancing his weight on the two rear legs. His eyes subconsciously start tracing the blades of the ceiling fan while his mind wonders what you’re up to. 

He knew that you were busy today, with uni and with work and with basically everything else that was happening in the world, and it just so happened that all of this was happening on his birthday. 

The one day out of 364 other options the universe could have chosen from. 

Was he a little salty about this? You bet. 

But when you had told him about your busy schedule on the 28th, he had no other choice but to nod and give you a reassuring smile, telling you that it was okay. He knew how hard you worked and how it really wasn’t your fault something like this happened. 

The sound of the doorbell cuts his train of thought short, and he drags his heavy limbs over to the door, expecting it to be the mailman or his cranky neighbor living in the apartment to his right. 

“Happy birthday…?” Sicheng almost chucks himself in to your arms but he stops himself last minute when he sees that you’re carrying a box that looks all-too-familiar. Sicheng’s hands extend towards the box, making small grabby hands and signaling you to hand it over to him. Once the box leaves your hands he places it on the ground and timidly wraps his large hands around yours. 

“I thought you couldn’t come…?”

“I wouldn’t miss your birthday for the world!” Walking over to the dining table, with your hand in one hand and the cake in the other, he watches you eye the half-eaten cake sitting on the table. 

“Oh…I should’ve-”

“No. This is what I wanted.” 

He doesn’t let you finish your sentence, butting in as he places the cake you made right in front of his seat, a big grin spread across his cheeks.

“I don’t want any other cake but yours.”

[manychocolatefactories]

Milk Chocolate: Augustus’ interview

[BEWARE! NEEDS PROOF-READING! But I’m still posting it because if I need to wait for everything to be proof-read I feel like I won’t post anything ever]

The reporter checked his hair one last time in the mirror before facing the camera.

“Alright… Three… Two… one… Go!”

The reporter smiled.

“Yes, indeed, the first Platinum Ticket was found this morning by a young lad named Augustus Gloop! He is officially the first winner of this crazy competition Mr. Wonka started two days ago! And the first boy to win an exclusive trip to the mysterious and well-guarded Wonka factory! We arranged an interview with Augustus in this restaurant, where the Gloops are celebrating their son’s victory. Let’s invite ourselves to the party!”

The reporter and his cameraman entered the top-notch restaurant and made their way through the countless tables and waiters. The Gloops were easy to find: they were the guests of honor after all! Augustus was sitting by himself, gulping down what was left of a stuffed turkey. His parents were having a passionate discussion with some newspaper reporters, waving their hands and smiling for the cameras. When Augustus noticed the other camera, the one of the television reporters, he opened his mouth as widely as he could in a smile, revealing two great beaver teeth. He abandoned a half-eaten pasta casserole and scampered towards them.

Everything about this boy was round. His fingers and hands were as round as fingers and hands could be. His face was the shape of a full moon. His arms looked like overstuffed sausages, and the rounder of all was probably his big belly, the size of a barrel! His pink hoodie could barely cover it. He looked like a bright beach-ball standing on two wide hams.

“Hi! How are you? I hope you found the place easily.” he asked.

His two great front teeth gave him a cute lisp.

“We should be the ones asking that to you!” answered the journalist with a laugh.

“What? If I found the place easily?”

“No, how are you? After all, you are the first Ticket Winner! How do you feel?”

“I feel so great! All of that is so… fantastic! I can’t even believe my own luck!”

He was looking all around him with such excitement and glee in his big, round eyes, that he seemed ready to devour everything in sight.

“And that is quite a party you’re throwing here!”

“Oh, yes. I love to do parties! People are so bored and depressed… They should just dance, and make jokes more often! Life is laugh! The world is a bright and funny place!”

The interview went pretty well. Augustus talked about how happy he was, how visiting the Wonka factory is a “rare and wonderful gift”, and he even invited the journalists to share a bit of his meal. In the end, Augustus thanked Mr. Willy Wonka, through the television camera, for allowing him to live such a dream. The two reporters left the restaurant with a very good opinion of this little “sunny butterball”. They both said to themselves that such an adorable child could only deserve his Platinum Ticket.

 After wolfing down a big blueberry pie, Augustus laid back in his chair, his belly protruding from under his hoodie.

“I think I can go for a third chocolate cake…” he ordered the waiter.

“My, my… That’s quite an appetite you have here, sir.”

“Well, you know what they say: it’s hard to stop at just one!”

The waiter disappeared in the kitchen while grumbling. The restaurant was happy, at first, to offer a meal “on the house” to the first Platinum Ticket winner, it was a way for them to gain public attention. But now that they had realized just how much of a glutton the boy was, they were wondering if they weren’t, in fact, losing more money than they should have.

Someone put a chocolate cake in front of Augustus. A cake bigger and blacker than the two first ones.

“Here you are, Augustus.”

It wasn’t the same waiter. This one had cold, icy blue eyes, and a nasty purple scar on his cheekbone. The man sat at Augustus’ table as the boy was cutting himself a slice of cake.

“What are you doing?”

“Just making myself comfortable… It’s a nice little restaurant here.”

The waiter took a chicken thigh stuck between two piles of plates and started to gnaw on it like an animal.

“I just want to have a little talk, Augustus. That’s all.”

“I love to talk to people but… aren’t you a bit impolite for a waiter? I don’t think you’re supposed to sit at a customer’s table.”

“Good thing then that I’m no waiter.”

Augustus’ parents were outside, talking with yet another group of reporters. They deeply believed that letting their son live by himself and do whatever he wanted was the best way, not only to show their complete trust in him, but also to make him a mature and responsible child. Plus, they were a bit drunk, so they needed some fresh air.

“Let’s say that I’m… a spokesperson. Yeah, let’s say that. A spokesperson. For Mr. Slugworth.”

“Who?”

“You surprise me, Augustus! With your sweet tooth I thought you would knew him! He is a candy maker. A famous and talented candy maker. Probably the biggest of this country! But… not of the world, sadly.”

The man pushed another slice of chocolate cake in Augustus’ plate. He probably knew that whenever the boy’s belly was full, he was always more open-minded, cooperative and… malleable.

“But you can turn the tables, Augustus. You can help us change the whole situation. You can change the world, Augustus. You are Mr. Slugworth’s last chance.”

“What do you mean?”

The man crossed his hands, and Augustus noticed that he had another, whiter, bigger scar, on the side of his neck.

“You see… Mr. Slugworth is a sun. But even a sun can’t shine to its fullest potential when a little annoying sterile moon gets in front of it. This moon causes an eclipse, and then the world is plunged in darkness. But Mr. Slugworth doesn’t like this darkness. He wants the world to bathe in a glorious, vivid, living light. That’s why he and you are quite similar. You both want a joyful, funny, bright world, right? Now, if Mr. Slugworth is the sun, then Mr. Wonka is the moon. Do you follow me?”

“I think I do.” Answered Augustus while holding back a burp.

“You are a Platinum Ticket winner. And as thus, you will have access to the inside of Wonka’s factory. You will see things no one else can see. You will go where no one else can go. You will be at the heart of the machine.”

“Let me guess… You want me to… let’s say, inform you. You want me to remember things like… secret recipes, secret ingredients, secret machines, all that? And once the tour is done, I come back to you and I tell you interesting things. And in exchange you offer me other interesting things. Am I right?”

The spokesperson had a cold, dry laugh.

“No. We would like you to put something there.”

“Put what?”

“Something. A little something that you better not keep in your pocket once you leave the factory.”

“And put it where?”

“In the room Mr. Wonka deems the more… interesting. Useful. Essential. Preferably, on a bearing wall.”

“Wait… The thing you want me to put there? It’s something to spy on Mr. Wonka, no?”

The spokesperson snickered.

“Think about it, Augustus. You can be a hero. You can end an age of darkness. You will allow the gentle and hot light of the sun to flow down upon the world! Mr. Slugworth chose you, out of everybody else, because he knew you are able to do it. We just need to get rid of the moon. And then…”

“Hey, don’t think I’m stupid. You did not answer my question. And your Slugworth guy did not chose me, he just saw that I had a Platinum Ticket! I don’t know what you’re trying to make me do, but I don’t feel good about it. Spying, I don’t mind, but you don’t want me to spy, do you? I don’t want any trouble.”

“Oh, come on, Augustus… Don’t tell me you’re against something considered immoral by some stuck-up, sanctimonious, old goats? Is bullying your little comrades moral? Is stealing their lunch and their money ethical? What about slapping, biting or siting on other kids? What about cheating at your tests? What about stealing from the poor and the hungry? What about…”

Augustus had lost his perpetual smile.

“How do you know all that?”

Augustus always made sure to hide the “little fun” he had with his “friends”. Adults had a habit to believe him innocent. After all, he was an excellent pupil, obedient to his teachers and kind with grown-ups. How could he be a bully? The other kids were obviously jealous, fat-shaming, extremely imaginative, attention-seeking little pests. That’s what Augustus always managed to make people believe.

“We are well informed.”

The man was known playing with a meat knife. A very sharp meat knife.

“We know you, as if we had cooked you ourselves. We also know things about your parents. We know where you live. We know your mother’s second job, the secret one, each Wednesday night. We know the true reason behind your father being expelled of his high school. We also know how to please you. If you agree to work for the great Mr. Slugworth, we will be able to reward you like Wonka couldn’t.”

The man’s glare was the cruelest Augustus had ever seen. He felt his throat dry up.

“A reward, you said?”

“Rewards, rather. Money, of course. Lots of money. A lifetime supply of free Slugworth candies. Free access to all the restaurants and all-you-can-eat buffets of the region. All the bills will be on us. Immunity and protection in the eyes of juvenile justice.”

“Really?”

“Really. And if… let’s say if you manage to cause… an unfortunate accident. One that would happen to… involve Wonka himself, then… We could push our protection to the adult justice, and your free pass to all of the restaurants and buffets of the country.”

“You’re kidding?”

“Do I look like I’m kidding?”

Augustus shivered.

“No, not at all.”

Augustus always thought of himself of himself as a bad, big (but not fat, just pleasantly plump) bully. But this man, on the other side of the table… he was a true bully, for sure. His aura was enough to make Augustus lose his appetite. He reeked of menace. The boy secretly prayed for his parents to come back inside.

But still… If what the man said was true… If Augsuts could indeed win all of that… money, food, immunity…

“That sounds deliciously tempting. I’ll think about it. How can I contact you?”

The man smiled again. A wide, sharp grin. Full of white, pointy teeth.

“I’m sure you will think about it, Augustus. And there’s no need to contact us. We will see each other again. Very soon.”

The man got up and disappeared in the restaurant’s kitchen.

Augustus sighed with relief. Fear had given him knots in his stomach.

That didn’t prevent him from finishing his chocolate cake, though.

[totaltozier]

Just Another Day: Chapter 7

I'm really sorry that this update took a whole month but university has been kicking my butt!!! Hopefully it was worth the wait!

words: 2.1K

summary: Stranger Things/IT crossover in which Richie and Mike are twins, Mileven is real, and even though Hawkins Lab was shut down what lies beneath the Upside Down is still up to no good!

READ ON AO3 // chapter 6

The group stood in their spots, their feet glued to the ground in fear. None of them knew who or what the lady in front of them was but they could all tell that she wasn’t safe and that they needed to get out of there. Everyone looked around at each other, waiting for someone to say something, make a decision or a plan of how to get them all out safely.

“No thank you,” Mike finally broke the silence. “We actually all had dinner already.”

“Yeah, we’ll just be going now!” Dustin chimed in bravely. Thinking this was their chance to slip away, the group turned around to head back outside through the door.

The lady tilted her head. “What’s your hurry?” She asked. Lucas reached for the door handle to push it open, but he heard a click noise signalling that the door had been locked. They all turned back around to see the lady standing in front of them now, just about seven feet away. “Please, have a seat.” She gestured towards the long table that ran down the center of the diner. The table wasn’t there before and none of them could wrap their head around how it had mysteriously appeared.

“Just d-do what she says,” Bill whispered to the group and they all slowly shuffled their way towards the table. They each sat down carefully, sliding into their seats slowly.

Richie slipped into his chair, his hand still firmly in Eddie’s. He could feel Eddie’s smaller hand slowly grip his tighter and Richie gave him a small squeeze. Eddie turned his head to look at Richie and he gave him a reassuring head nod.

“Now,” the lady began to speak. “Mike already mentioned that you have all eaten dinner so how about some desert?” She asked. “I have some pies, a few cakes, there’s even ice cream and sorbets in the freezer too!” She walked away from the table and back behind the counter. She reached for an apron that was laying over the counter and she slipped it on. “I know you all seem to be fans of milkshakes, I can whip some of those up for you all too.” She offered as she tied the apron’s strings in front of her waist.

“I’ll have a slice pie.” Beverly said. Max, who was sitting next to her, whipped her head around to glare at the other red-headed girl. “With some vanilla ice cream too, please.”

The lady clapped her hands together in delight. “Coming right up!” She turned to move around behind the counter, putting together Beverly’s request.

“Bev, what the fuck are you doing?” Dustin asked leaning in over the table. He had lowered his voice, so the lady couldn’t hear.

“If this is your ‘I want to run towards something and not away’ crap then you can just stop it right now!” Stan ordered.

Beverly looked back over at the girl to make sure she wasn’t watching them. “Look, we’re already in this situation and by the feeling this creepy place gives me, I don’t think we’re getting out of it anytime soon, “she explained. “I might as well eat some free pie while I’m still alive.”

“But what if it’s poisonous?” Will asked with concern.

Beverly shrugged. “Then I’m going out eating my favourite food!”

Mike crossed his arms over his chest and sighed. He leaned back into his chair, slouching slightly. He eyed the lady as she walked towards the table with Beverly’s pie in her hand. She carefully placed the plate in front of her and gave her a smile and a bon appetite. She moved to the other end of the table where Bill and Mikey were sitting and started talking to them, asking what they would like to eat. Mike quietly scooted his chair closer to Eleven’s who was sat next to him.

“Is there anything you can do?” He whispered to her.

She shook her head. “I don’t know,” she whispered back. “I don’t know what she is and if I tried to hurt her, I’m not sure how much it would take out of me.”

Mike nodded his head. He knew that Eleven was capable of a lot of things, especially since her time spent in the cabin, but she was right. No matter how strong she was, they didn’t know what they were dealing with and they couldn’t afford to mess around and risk someone getting hurt. They both looked back at the lady who had now brought desert to a few of the others, but Richie, Eddie, and Will had all refused to eat anything.

Richie had his arms crossed over his chest, sitting in the same position as his twin now. He chewed on his lip as he analyzed the situation he was currently in. Across from him a few of his friends were nibbling on the desert that the mystery lady had brought them. She had yet to tell them her name or why she insisted that they all eat her food. Richie couldn’t understand why any of them were even eating the food either. Had their mothers not taught them to refuse food from strangers, especially ones who were not from this dimension?

The lady was now standing on the side of the table across from where Richie was sat and she placed her hands on her hips. “Are you sure you don’t want anything to eat, Richie?” She asked with her head tilted slightly.

“How come you know my name but I don’t know yours?” Richie asked her bravely. He wasn’t sure where his courage was coming from, maybe it bubbled up from his annoyance of being in the weird situation to begin with.

A look of shock came over her face. “Oh my, what a horrible hostess I am!” She gasped. She shuffled to the end of the table as everyone’s eyes fell upon her. She stood tall with her hands clasped together in front of her waist, her elbows sticking out from the side. “My name is Nagmia,” she explained. “Or you can call me Mia for short.”

“That’s an odd name.” Richie challenged, staring her in the eye.

Her mouth fell into a tight line. “Well, that’s what I am, Richie. Nagmia.” She said. Her gaze challenged Richie back as if her eyes were daggers and she was trying to shoot them through his glasses. Richie refused to look away first. He blinked, but as he did he could have sworn he saw her eyes flicker bright green, the same way he had seen in Eddie days earlier. A shiver fell down his spine.

A silence fell over the room as everyone who was eating went back to their food. The sound of silverware clinking against the china made Richie cringe. He hated everything about the situation. He didn’t understand where they were. He didn’t like the creepy vibe this Nagmia lady was giving him. He definitely hated that his friends were easily accepting the mood she was giving them too.

“This cake is delicious, Mia,” Max complimented as she placed her fork down on the now empty plate.

Nagmia smiled. “Thank you, Maxine.” She accepted. “I am so glad you enjoyed it. Would you like anything else?”

“A milkshake, actually!” Max replied and Nagmia smiled with a nod.

“I’ll have one too,” Beverly chimed in. Bill had lowered his fork too as he requested a milkshake for himself. Soon half of the table had ordered milkshakes and Nagmia returned behind the counter with a smug smile.

“What the hell are you all doing?” Mike asked the group in a hushed tone as the milkshake machine whirred up across the diner.

“Relax Mike,” Dustin sighed. “The food is actually good.”

“It’s probably full of poison for some shit!” Mike stated. “You’re all going to drop dead or start bleeding to death soon because of some desert and we’re going to have to get out of this mess!” He gestured to the others who hadn’t eaten a single bite of the mystery food.

“Maybe not all things are dangerous, Mike,” Lucas said, earning a glare from him.

“Yeah Mike, not all things are dangerous,” Beverly said with a smile. Her eyes were wide, staring at Mike and she tilted her head slightly to the side before her grin faded away and she looked back at her plate.

Nagmia returned with a tray full of drinks, each topped with whipped cream and a bright red maraschino cherry. She placed them down in front of them one by one. Mike watched as she placed one before him, despite not having ordered one.

“I didn’t ask for one.” Mike reminded her as she moved to place one down before Richie beside him. He pushed the drink away from him on the table.

“Just have a sip before denying it entirely.” She requested. Her voice was smooth and for some reason, Mike wanted to listen to her.

Mike looked at the drink in front of him. It did look good, it was probably silky and sweet just how he liked them. He pulled the drink back towards him but didn’t sip it, just looked at it intently. He felt a tap of his thigh from beside him. He looked to Richie, assuming that was where it came from and met his eyes.

Pretend. Richie mouthed to him. Mike furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he watched his brother place his lips on the straw but not suck anything through it. He pulled away and pretended to swallow before licking his lips.

Mike turned back to his drink and did the same, even humming in delight the same way he would if he were drinking a milkshake at their favourite restaurant. He could feel Eleven’s eyes watching him and he did the motion again before turning to her and mouthing the same request Richie had given him. She nodded her head and joined in on the charade too.

Nagmia observed the kids as they all drank their milkshakes, each of them commenting on how sweet and delicious they were. Mike had managed to stir his around making it look like he had drunk some of the drink.

“These were delicious, but I think we should all be on our way now,” Mike said as he pushed up from his chair.

Richie followed suit beside him. “Yeah, thanks for the treat Mia.” The rest of the group stood up and gave their thanks as they all headed for the door. Just as Mike was pushing open the door, Nagmia called out from behind them.

“See you all soon!” Her voice was chipper and knowing.

And with that Mike led them all out. He crossed the street, Eleven and Richie closely behind him and into the bushes that they had climbed through earlier. Once everyone was on the other side he spoke up.

“What the fuck were all of you thinking back there?” He practically yelled at his friends. “Are you all idiots now?”

“Calm down Mike,” Stan insisted. “Nothing bad happened.”

“But it easily could have!” Richie added in. “She could have easily poisoned you all! You could all be dead right now!”

“You were druh-drinking the milkshakes too, though.” Bill stated.

They all shook their heads. “We were pretending to drink the milkshakes, so she wouldn’t suspect anything of us.” Eddie explained. “We’re not dumb enough to get ourselves killed.” Everyone who had drunk them stood there quietly.

“Yeah, I don’t want to deal with all of this sort of thing again,” Will added shyly. “I thought our lives were going to go back to normal.” He paused. “I want my life to be normal.”

“I want our lives to be normal too.” Eleven agreed. “Which is why I didn’t do anything that Mia told me to.” Mike nodded his head in agreement.

“Come on,” Richie said. He started walking ahead of everyone else. “I want to go home.”

Mike gave the group a glare before grabbing El’s hand and following his brother. Eddie kicked a stray rock on the path and crossed his arms as he jogged to join Richie at the front. The rest of the group shuffled behind them through the woods with their heads hanging low.

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[javajunkiedaily]

ok so i just realized that during the revival hype lauren mentioned that she has to wear a costume for one of the final scenes and we were all like OMG WEDDING DRESSS but like that didn't happen and i know there were last minute budget cuts that changed everything but like we were so close and im bitter ok thx

We feel you, we honestly do! We complained about that fact a thousand times to each other, over and over again. We never get tired of picking on the things we didn’t like or we could have had. The whole fandom is probably with you on this. We wish we never knew about the dresses and the possibility to have the wedding of all weddings and not the cheap, yet beautiful elopement, where so many important people were missing. 

It’s OK to be bitter, there were a lot of hopes and expectations for the revival and the wedding, especially when they teased us like this. But let’s canalize all this bitterness and let us come up with what the real wedding would have looked like.

What we know for sure: (x) and (x)

The ceremony/reception will be on November 5 in the middle of the town. (Even though Lorelai mentions it will be on a Sunday, which would be November 6…)

Lorelai will wear more than one wedding dress. One will be inspired by Jackie O and other famous wedding styles. (To our mind comes Diana, right?) Miss Celine is the one making the dresses, but Lorelai will probably help her because Miss Celine is like a thousand years old.

Luke will wear that suit that he looks as hot as Rande Gerber. He will even wear the pocket square - Jess will make sure he does!

The decoration is inspired by Alice in Wonderland. You enter the location through a door with a huge key, walking through a tunnel of white clothes before you see the whole town square decorated with all these beautiful flowers, twinkle lights all over the place. Then there’s the tunnel with the heads,. A car works as a decoration, the Stars Hollow sign is serving as a cute little welcome sign and reminder of the wedding. The couches and stools next to the gazebo invite the guest to chill and talk. While at the richly decorated table the hot dogs can be eaten.

All of Stars Hollow will be present, even Caesar will be allowed to come. 

Emily will come all the way from Nantucket to the wedding, probably still not believing that Lorelai will actually get married, even though Lorelai had assured her. However, Lorelai had persuaded her, in the end, to invite her friends, after all, they were on the guest list.

Kiefer Sutherland might show up, we don’t know if he will make it. One thing is for sure it will be the biggest mystery of the wedding and a running gag.

Reverend Skinner will officiate the second ceremony as well.

Rory is the bridesmaid, and she will be excellent at it.

There will be two flash-mobs. Lorelai’s will be to “Relax don’t do it” with Patty’s girls, who wear t-shirts with Luke’s face on it. It will get crazy, cheesy, and Luke will want to leave the reception as soon as the song starts playing.

Luke’s flash mob will be a disaster with the song change Lorelai had ordered last minute. (Either Luke will get so flustered that he won’t know what do anymore, or he will suck it up and just go through with whatever choreography had worked so hard on. Either way, Lorelai will be super proud of him.)

Both the flash mobs will successfully entertain the guests and nothing else matters.

Sookie is in charge of the wedding cake. The milestone cake will be the official wedding cake, but maybe Sookie made a different one after all - you never know with her. They will get displayed on a table somewhere, maybe even in the gazebo. There will be a lot of leftover cake and Lorelai will eat it for weeks after.

Kirk is in charge of all the organizing of the wedding, and his skills in that department have improved a lot: An incident like the egg incident a decade ago won’t happen this time around, partly because there won’t be an easter-egg-hunt.

What we can assume (headcanon-time!):

Even though April never gets mentioned she’ll be there to see her father getting married. Finally, she will be able to cal Lorelai her step-mother and Rory her step-sister. It’s the beginning of the Gilmore-Danes-Nardini-fam, which we all grew to love so much. 

Lorelai won’t be able to hold back the tears when she realizes that her father can’t be there to witness her big day. There will a heartfelt exchange between Emily and Lorelai, which hopefully won’t be interrupted by any of the townies.

Either Emily and/or Rory will walk Lorelai down the aisle and will give her away to Luke. There won’t be any threatening words, but Emily’s look will tell Luke she will hunt him down if he ever dares to hurt her daughter.

Speeches will be held. Rory is giving probably the most heartfelt one, making everyone sob like a baby (like she did when she gave the speech at her high school graduation). Liz’s speech will be a wild one, filled with all these creepy, yet somehow adorable childhood memories. She loves her big brother dearly.

The dance floor gets probably entertained by Kirk as a DJ and/or Hep Alien will play live. There will be dancing all day and night long. Morey and Babette will be the last ones to leave the dance floor. Morey will moreover play some music himself because it’s a special occasion, he will melt Babette’s heart with that. However, Babette and Miss Patty have prepared some songs themselves to declare their love for their dream couple. 

Either there won’t be a father-daughter-dance at all, or Emily will dance with Lorelai. Luke will ask April to dance, and halfway through the song, he will ask Rory to dance with him. Rory is a little bit his and he steps up to all the step-father duties.

Lorelai and Luke will dance to “Reflecting Light” again. Liz and TJ will get emotional since it was their first dance as husband and wife too.

Jess acts as the best man for Luke, taking care of him and giving him the support he needs.

Paul-Anka and Petal will have some kind of role in the wedding, maybe bearing the rings, or ruining a nice or emotional moment. Paul-Anka will wear a big white bow on his back, and so does Petal. 

Doula would have the right age to act as a flower girl, so has Martha. Davey might be the ring bearer after all, or Lane’s twins. All the kids have some special role and will be involved in the wedding.

Babette and Miss Patty will sit in the first row at the ceremony, sobbing like little girls when Lorelai and Luke exchange their vows. They will hug them so tightly, that Luke thinks he might not be able to breathe ever again. And then he will get the shock of his life when Babette and Patty will finally pinch his butt. Lorelai will shrug her shoulders and smile at him.

Liz and TJ will entertain half the wedding party with their stories of the vegetable cult they were in for about half a year. But they will avoid any explanation for all the couches they have at the new home. (Maybe they are in a couch cult now?)

Luke knows Cousin Billy, he totally forgot about him and he is embarrassed to admit that to Lorelai. She will find out much later. 

It will scare the crap out of Luke when he sees Paris at his wedding. Lorelai was like a mother to her and therefore she could not miss the wedding.

Even though it is Luke’s wedding day, Taylor will find a reason to annoy him. It will probably have something to do with some rules and the town’s regulations.

Kirk will get tangled up in the white clothes and will need to be rescued from it.

Later, Kirk will get into a fight with Lulu because he doesn’t have enough time to dance with her. He has to make sure everything goes according to Lorelai’s plan and that leaves no time for dancing or some crazy times on the couch.

Michel will come to the wedding with his husband. It will be their last big event before their kid gets “delivered”. Frederic will drive everyone crazy with his special orders for the food, everything needs to be served on separate plates.

The 30-something-gang will work as waiters at the wedding, they don’t have anything else to do and they can put another waiter job on their résumé. The parents of the 30-something-gang will be forever grateful for that.

Crazy Carrie will forever be bitter that A) she isn’t invited to the party and B) Luke is off the market for good now. She will hold onto the rumor she made out with him under the bleachers though.

Mrs. Kim will ask Lorelai if her new choir can perform at the wedding, and since Lorelai still is a little scared of her she agrees on it, but she cringes the entire time the choir performs.

Moreover, Mrs. Kim will give her some useful antique as a present, telling her who that item has belonged to some time and why he or she was important to the country’s history.

Mr. Kim won’t be able to make it to the wedding because he will be off on a business trip again.

The guests will demand countless times of Lorelai and Luke to kiss by clinking their glasses. Lorelai enjoys that very much and is happy that Luke is for once comfortable with that kind of public display of affection.

There will be some of Patty’s founder’s day punch, and Emily will try it out and get a little tipsy. Miss Patty and she will bond over it and laugh just as much as at her bachelorette party all these years ago.

Emily will be just as smitten with Gypsy as she was when she first met her at the same party she bonded with Miss Patty. When she’s tipsy, she will confess to her that she reminds her of her maid Berta. Gypsy will think Emily is crazy because Emily won’t have a picture to prove it to her. In the end, Gypsy will be very thankful when Lorelai rescues her from Emily, telling her mother the cab she asked for had arrived.

Kirk will be the last one to be at the reception because as the organizer he’s also in charge of the clean-up.

Lorelai and Luke will spend their first night as husband and wife at home, having the house completely to themselves. Lorelai will want to discuss everything that has happened and Luke will actually have to talk her into sleeping with him.

You’re welcome to add all of your headcanons! The more the better - we can come up with all the subplots for the “shebang” AS-P intended to have.

[luci-is-a-devil-]

Rub My Lamp

Honestly yoongi had no clue why he put up with taehyung’s antics. You’d think that the last time taehyung had broke into his house he’d tell him to quit it but no. Yoongi thought that be the logical thing to do.

How much time on your hands do you have to break into your friends house just because at three in the morning you suddenly had a craving for coffee ice cream.

He understood that taehyung was also a broke college student who could barely afford something on the McDonald’s dollar menu. This isn’t the first time that yoongi has awoken to taehyung unintelligent yelling.

Deciding that fifteen minutes of sleep was not worth what might happen if he left taehyung alone. So out of his warm cocoon yoongi went. His bare feet padding across the floor in a quick manner to get this over with.

Getting to the living room he quickly opened the door expecting taehyung possibly naked, eating fruit loops out of a training potty again. Don’t ask.

But to his surprise taehyung was fully dressed and was just poking a kettle with a stick. If you knew taehyung this was probably the least of your problems.

“Why the fuck are you at my house?” Yoongi asked exasperated.

“Well an old man saw me walking with kookie and chim and he decided to give us this but I think it’s haunted and obviously this is the only way to check!” Taehyung’s animatedly said letting go of his stick while he flailed around.

"Get out.” Yoongi said deciding that this wasn’t worth his time.

"But hyung!” Taehyung whined.

"No buts, out of my house Kim.” Yoongi bluntly told him. Pale finger pointing at the door. Heaving out a sigh the younger stomped out of the house whilst mumbling about how jungkook wouldn’t treat him like this.

Yoongi snorted at this because those two were so far up taehyung’s ass Yoongi was surprised he could still walk. Noticing that amidst all oft this the brunette was leaving his kettle and the stick on yoongi’s favorite table.

Yoongi groaned loudly because during taehyung’s dramatic exit he did not shut the door. Continuing to groan until he walked the few steps to the door. He all but slammed it. Walking over to the small mess taehyung had left. Picking up the stick he decided to throw it out, grabbing the kettle he looked at it.

Raising an eyebrow at it while he tried to figure at this small predicament at ass o'clock. His pale fingers had decided to run over every crack and crevice the kettle had. There were a few indentations in it like someone had kicked it.

There were small writings on the kettle. Unable to read it he gave up and continued feeling the kettle. Rubbing the bottom of it he realized that it was slightly warm. Turning it over he shook it, there was a small this like there was a rock inside. Continuing to shake it, the bottom grew hotter. Unable to withstand the heat anymore he dropped the kettle. It laid on its side on yoongi’s wooden floor.

The lid had opened and it seemed like a fog was pouring out from it. Slowly a gross noise grumbled from the kettle. It sounded like when you mix mac and cheese around. A goopy sound came from it and honestly Yoongi was so close to just throwing out this kettle.

But against his better judgment he just left it there to continue doing whatever the hell it was doing cause Yoongi had classes tomorrow and fuck that. Walking to his bedroom he shut the door, got into his cocoon of blankets and went to sleep, dreaming of a life that didn’t include brunettes breaking into your house to talk about his gay as fuck boyfriends. </p>

<p>Groaning as light came threw the blinds, he shifted in his mess of blankets that had deformed. Getting up slowly to go to the bathroom. Making it in there he did his business. Brushed his teeth, combed his hair, all of it. Once he figured he did all he could do to make sure he didn’t look the twice removed cousin of Satan he turned off the light and walked into the kitchen.

Making himself a coffee he looked at the clock. It was twelve o'clock. He didn’t have class until four. Deciding he’d watch tv until he was done nursing his coffee. Before he could sit down he stubbed his toe against a metal mystery item. Letting out a battle cry, he willed himself not to cry.

Setting his coffee down he grabbed the mystery item and wondered why the hell it was there. Remembering the early morning he groaned and went to set it down so he could text taehyung about it later.

But before he could set it down, it rattled just like a firework would before it shot off. A few tiny sparks came along with a few pops. Yoongi’s eyes had widened when the kettle had started popping, it settled down almost immediately.

Yoongi completely let go of the kettle on the table and stepped back. His eyes still trained on the mysterious object.

"What the literal fuck?” Yoongi questioned but before he got to any logical answer, the universe decided that it was time to fuck with yoongi. From the part that spills liquid out, came a thing maybe a human? <br>

"Hi I’m hoseok! I’m your personal genie, you have three wishes but you can’t wish for dinosaurs to come back.” He said in one breath.

He had orange hair, it looked unnatural but yoongi wasn’t sure of what natural hair colors genies had and he wasn’t sure if it was an appropriate time to question the man. He was wearing a white and purple outfit with gold accent and he looked amazing. He looked magical in yoongi’s eyes.

"Hello?” Hoseok wasn’t a stranger to people being surprised when he showed up but this man had taken the cake. The mint haired male was frozen where he stood, eyes wide in shock. The green haired male looked In a few words looked adorable. He was wearing an oversized pink sweater (a gag gift he got from Jin three years ago) and some black boxers that peeked under said sweater. Yoongi woke up from his shock, shaking his head trying to focus on hoseok.

"Yoongi.” He whispered to the orange haired male. Before hoseok could say anything to him yoongi put his hands up.

"Hold up, breakfast first. All I’ve had is coffee.” Yoongi said turning his back on the male. Hoseok nodded and followed the male to the kitchen. Yoongi pointed at the chair and mumbled what sounded like sit so hoseok followed his orders and sat.

"Want anything?” Yoongi asked while gathering the butter and bread for his toast.

"Have an apple?” Hoseok asked.

"Probably.” Seokjin had brought some over for the the pale male. Opening up the fridge he grabbed the butter and a red apple. Personally he preferred green apples because they were sour. Walking to the table he put the apple in front of hoseok. Leaving it there he went to go butter his toast.

Once it was the way he preferred it, he cleared up his mess and went to go sit at the table to eat. Hoseok was halfway done with his apple, literally halfway he had eaten the whole top half. Core and seeds.

"What the fuck?” Yoongi asked disgusted.

"Humans waste everything. The seeds are the best part!” Hoseok honestly didn’t think that he just wanted to fuck with him.

"Genies are fucking weird. Can I wish for you to never do that again?” Yoongi asked hoseok completely serious.

"I mean you could but that would go on my list for top ten dumbest wishes.” Hoseok answered back just as serious.

"What’s the dumbest wish you’ve granted?” Yoongi asked actually intrigued.

"Hands down it was when a old man told me he wanted a dinosaur that fucked him into oblivion.” Hoseok answered taking no time to think about it.

"Wow.” That was the only thing yoongi could say instead of vomiting.

"Yeah. We’re not supposed to cause death to the people who rub our house. Thus the no dinosaur rule now.” Hoseok said.

"Okay, say no more.” Yoongi was done with his toast.

"Humans are a lot more fragile then I remember.” Hoseok said shaking his head. Hoseok seemed like he had been living for a while. Longer than yoongi twenty three years.

"How old are you?” Yoongi asked the orange haired male.

"In genie years I’m quite young, I’ll be turning a thousand two hundred and seventy five. I’m like twenty one in human years though.” Hoseok answered.

"I’m your elder.” Yoongi added smugly.

"That means you get to pay for meals hyung.” Hoseok told him smugly. Raising an eyebrow at the older male.

"Can you go back into your lamp asshole?” Yoongi asked the male a little more rude that he meant to.

"Yeah, but where’s the fun in that?” Hoseok asked picking up his legs from the floor and levitating. Yoongi averted his eyes so the younger wouldn’t catch his gaze that had been looking at his exposed stomach.

"If I use up my wishes what happens to you?” Yoongi asked standing up now and offered the genie his half eaten toast.

"I’ll go back in the lamp and it’ll disappear, going somewhere else for someone to eventually find me.” Hoseok shook his head so into the garbage the toast went. Rinsing out his plate and drying it quickly. He put it away so his roommate couldn’t complain. Seokjin was scary if you messed with his kitchen.

"Cmon what do genies like to watch?” He asked the orange haired man.

"Dunno, we don’t have tvs in there. It’s just like sleeping in there.” Hoseok shrugged.

"Could I wish to take your place?” Yoongi asked while plopping down on the leather couch seokjin and namjoon had brought after they messed up the other one.

"You’d do that for me?” Hoseok asked having a tear in his eyes. He’s only known this got for a few hours and he’d switch places with him.

"Not for you. The sleep actually. I’m fucking tired.” Yoongi replied to the dramatic male. Turning on the tv and deciding to watch king of the masked singers.

"Dick.” Hoseok muttered sitting next to the mint haired boy. Laying down on the comfortable couch yoongi wondered about what he should wish for. He could wish for anything, except for dinosaurs.

"Are they any more rules?” Yoongi asked the male who had got surprisingly into the show.

"Huh oh yeah. No dinosaurs, death for you. And nothing that could expose genies to everyone else. Everything else is fair.” Hoseok told yoongi. His focus still on the tv.

"Okay. I wish that I have infinite bath bombs.” Yoongi told the genie. It was no secret that yoongi loved bath bombs. His friends had a theory that was the only reason he kept them around so they could get him them. Yoongi has not denied or said that they were right so they figured to some degree that they were right. Hoseok looked at him with a face that said ‘seriously’. But with a movement of his hands there was a light pink and blue box in yoongi’s hands.

Taking off the lid Yoongi saw bath bombs but quickly counting them he saw that they were only six in there.

"Infinite bath bombs?” He questioned the genie.

"A new one will generate when one is taken out.” He said like it was obvious. Yoongi got up so he could hide the box and Hoseoks lamp. Seokjin would be home any minute. Putting both of them in his room and then returning out of the room, he realized that Hoseok had not moved an inch.