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you need to calm down | theodore nott x reader
song; you need to calm down [taylor swift]
pairing; theodore nott x fem!muggle-born!reader
genre; e2l, smut, angst
word count; 5,9k
timeline; subsidiary 8th year
warnings; swearing, alcohol consumption, implied drug consumption, hook-up, drunk sex, piv, oral sex (male and female receiving), discrimination (muggle-borns), smoking, violence, blood, mentions of the war, arguments, yelling
summary; after returning to hogwarts for a subsidiary 8th year to make up for the loss of 7th year due to the war, you are a completely different person, and muggle-born-hating theo finds himself obsessed with you
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"stressing and obsessing about somebody else is no fun."
MINORS DNI!!! 18+ content.
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In the time that the Second Wizarding War had been going on, you had been absent from Hogwarts, attending a muggle school under a fake name. Also in that time, you had changed significantly, partially to help your cover, but also because you had made muggle friends with similar styles and decided that you loved it. There were no uniforms at muggle college, so you were able to explore. These days you loved having black hair, having both your septum and nose pierced, and dressing almost entirely in black.
Your witch friends hadn't recognised you when you showed up at the Summer party you had received an invite to, after Voldemort was defeated and you were able to come out of hiding. The party you were attending was for seventh and eighth years— eighth year being introduced as a subsidiary for the education lost last year. Even most of those who had attended seventh year elected to return, as the final exams had never taken place, and what they had learned had been heavily rooted in the dark arts.
The party was booming, the walls of the massive house shaking with the sound of the music. You had consumed your fair share of alcohol, amongst other things, and had enjoyed catching up with everyone you had missed so dearly.
And that was when you saw him watching you.
Theodore Nott, a Slytherin boy in your year, who was from a wealthy pure-blooded family. A cigarette hung from his lips, and the smoke billowing around him sent a shiver up your spine. He was a sexy man, personality aside, and intoxicated you conveniently forgot about his attitude towards muggle-borns. Fuck, maybe he had changed?
He started approaching you, eyes raking up and down your accentuated figure, and he lingered a while on your fishnets. When he was close enough to talk, he said a simple statement, "I've never seen you before."
Theodore Nott hadn't changed. Not one bit. While he had never wished death upon muggle-borns like Voldemort, he had despised them— viewed them as lesser than he. He had seen you, laughing with your friends and seductively moving your hips, and assumed you were from the year below. You knew in that moment that he didn't recognise muggle-born goody-two-shoes Y/N L/N.
But, you were too drunk to ignore the red flags.
"No?" you murmured, "What are your first thoughts?"
He smirked, "I think I'm in for a very interesting night."
You chuckled, "I'll say."
His hands found your hips, and he began swaying with you to the music, which made you move your body closer to his. Even in the warmth of the room, the heat of his body hit you like an electric spark, coursing through you— straight to your core.
He moved even closer, his hot breath fanning against your neck as his hands moved round to your back. Then he lifted his head, his lips close to yours, and you let your eyes flutter shut as the kiss began. It was passionate: a hazy, powerful passion that had every hair on your body standing on end. His hands lowered to your ass, and squeezed, bringing a gasp from your lips, which he took as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.
All of a sudden, he pulled away, only to whisper in your ear, "Wanna find somewhere more private?"
"Lead the way," you said breathlessly, and he took your hand in his.
Neither of you knew whose bedroom you had ended up in, but it was empty and had a lock on the door, so it was ideal. Sure, a little unlocking charm could get someone in, but hopefully they would realise what was going on inside if the door was locked.
Theo wasted no time in pressing his lips to yours again, pushing you back until you fell on to the bed, pulling him with you. He moved down to your neck, kissing and sucking in a manner that would definitely leave hickeys, before he returned to your lips. You tugged at his shirt, and he let you pull it over his head, revealing a toned chest and arms that had you drooling.
He smirked at your loss of composure and beckoned towards your shirt, "Your turn, miss."
This time, you smirked, and held up your arms to allow him to remove your upper body clothing. First your tight black mesh top, and then your bra, freeing your boobs for him to gaze at. "Look who's drooling now."
Your statement made him snap out of his shock: clearly the sight of your nipple piercings had been a new experience for him. He attacked your lips with a new fervour, then moved down to suck on your nipple and its barbell. Gasps escaped you at the sensation, and you arched your back up instinctively.
"You're so sexy," he stopped for breath, complimenting you, "How have I never seen you before?"
Your breath hitched, and for a moment the reality of the situation came back to you. Just as quickly, though, it left again, as he began work on your other nipple. It was a wonderful feeling, but you needed more, so you pushed him over until you were on top and began unbuckling his trousers.
His dick was big and thick, and you could tell by the glint in his eyes as he looked down at you that he knew and was proud. You shook your head, bringing your lips to the tip and pressing a gentle kiss. Your teasing didn't last for long, however, as you soon gave into the urge to take it into your mouth. He groaned deliciously in response, and you took that as your cue to lick a strip up the side as you began fondling his balls.
"Just like that, baby," he moaned, making you realise he hadn't even asked for your name.
You took him in your mouth again, this time going as far down as your throat would allow, feeling the urge to gag building up in you. His louder groans made the effort worth it, though, as you deepthroated him. Pulling away for breath, you looked up at him with doe eyes and said, "If I'm sucking your dick, you might as well eat me out." And with that, you pulled your tights and panties down, leaving only your skirt on, before sitting on his face assertively.
The action made him groan more, and you leaned down to continue work on his dick as you felt him find your clit almost immediately. His tongue ministrations had you moaning around his dick, making you begin grinding on his face out of reflex. If you weren't drunk, you wouldn't be nearly this shameless and forward.
To his credit, he ate you out like a man starved, and it wasn't long before the pleasure became so much you had to give up on his dick and give in to the sensation.
"Fuck, Theo, I'm gonna come," you moaned, and his movements only got quicker, until you felt your core tighten and then release. Your body convulsed as he rode you through the high.
Eventually, you got off his face.
"D'you have condoms?" you asked, knowing he hadn't yet finished and also that you weren't yet satisfied.
"Always." He reached for his trousers over the side of the bed and pulled a condom out of his wallet.
You took it from him, tearing the packet with your teeth whilst making eye contact, and carefully sheathing his dick. His breath hitched once you were done: the only warning you got before he got up and pushed you down on to all fours, lining himself up behind you. The push in wasn't difficult, since you were quite well prepared, but it was still sensationally tight for him.
"Fuck, baby," he grunted, pushing in the last couple inches, "You feel so fuckin' good. So wet for me."
In reply, you moaned, and he took that as his cue to begin moving.
He pushed up your skirt to slap your ass, leaving a red imprint on your cheek, before gripping your hips and picking up the pace. You became a mess beneath him, even more so when one of his hands snuck around to begin rubbing circles on your clit. The bedsheets were crumpled in your hands with how tight you were gripping them, but Theo didn't stop.
"Oh, fuck, I'm gonna-" he cut himself off with a grunt.
"Me too," you squeaked out.
"Come with me." The assertive way in which he said it had you falling apart yet again, and by the way his movements were becoming sloppy, you could guess that he was too. When he then collapsed next to you, you knew that your guess had been correct.
Turning to lay on your back, you let out a content sigh.
"You know my name," he said.
You chuckled breathlessly.
"Who are you?"
You shrugged, deciding that you had given yourself enough time to regain your composure and getting up off the bed to clothe yourself. "You'll see," you said as you pulled your final clothing item back on.
And, with that concluding comment, you left Theo speechless on a random bed of the host's house.
***
You told no one of that night, deciding that you didn't need to hear your friends say what a stupid idea it was for you as a muggle-born to fuck a pure-blood supremacist. You already knew that yourself, but that didn't stop you from dreaming about how his tongue felt against your pussy, or how his hands felt on your body. Merlin, it was the best sex that you had ever had, and it just had to be with someone who would never want you again after finding out the truth.
It was on the train to Hogwarts that you saw him next. Despite how excited you were to return to the castle after over a year, the anxiety of your next meeting with Theo had been consuming you. And, in a lit up train in your classic school uniform, you were a lot more recognisable than in the dark in your own clothes. Especially considering you were with your friend group.
You stared at him as he stood in the doorway of you and your friends' compartment, with Mattheo Riddle and Lorenzo Berkshire stood behind him. They were likely on the hunt for some younger years to belittle.
"Well, Miss Goody-Two-Shoes has certainly changed a lot, hasn't she?" Riddle chuckled from behind Theo, who was simply staring at you with widened eyes and a clenched jaw.
"Theo? Mate? You alright?" Berkshire asked, snapping his friend out of his daze.
"Yeah, yeah, fine," he said dismissively, "Let's go."
His friends appeared confused, but didn't question it.
Your friends, however, did.
"What the fuck was up with that?" your best friend, Elena, asked, "Is the man scared of a couple piercings or something?"
She didn't even know what she was saying when she said that, you thought to yourself, thinking back to his reaction to your nipple piercings. You simply shrugged at her, "He just hates to see a muggle-born succeed."
Everyone agreed with hums, and the conversation shifted to other subjects.
***
Theodore Nott had spent the last two weeks of Summer wondering what the fuck the mysterious girl he fucked at a party meant by, "You'll see," and then following that up with a wank using memories of you. But, in that moment, stood in front of you on the Hogwarts Express, where you were in better lighting and more recognisable attire, he felt the world crash down around him.
How had he fucked a mudblood? The one thing that was ingrained into his brain since childhood to never do? Ever? The worst part is, he hadn't just liked the sex, he had loved it. He had already had numerous wet dreams about your lips and your boobs and your ass. And now? Now he had to push all of that aside because he couldn't ever fuck you again.
He just couldn't.
"Theo- Earth to Theo," the voice of Lorenzo next to him brought him from his thoughts.
"What?" he snapped back.
"What's got you so worked up?"
Mattheo chuckled, "Can't you see him staring at mudblood L/N? I can't tell if you wanna kill her or fuck her."
That statement earned Mattheo a glare from Theo.
"Maybe both?" Lorenzo suggested, making them both laugh.
"Who was it again that you hooked up with at the party?" Mattheo asked before shovelling food into his mouth.
"He didn't say, remember? Said she never told him her name."
"It doesn't matter," Theo spat.
Lorenzo and Mattheo exchanged looks as realisation dawned on them, and they both slowly turned to Theo who was still glaring daggers in your direction.
"No, you didn't..." Mattheo said first.
Theo said nothing.
"You fucked a mudblood," Lorenzo stated, finishing Mattheo's thought.
"You didn't realise it was L/N," Mattheo continued.
"She'd changed a lot, okay?" Theo said angrily, "I thought she was from the year below or something."
His two friends began howling with laughter, meanwhile Theo sat brooding in silence at the Slytherin table.
***
Saturday rolled around, and you were relieved to be able to shed the school uniform and tug on your clothes that had become an important part of you. Thankfully, Hogwarts hadn't been too strict about your piercings, in fact you had even received compliments from some professors. But, honestly, the rules weren't all that strict since it was still a sensitive time with many grieving from the war.
The Summer weather was still lingering, and you basked in the sunlight as you walked down one of the open hallways, watching first years giggling amongst themselves as they played with their new magic skills. It brought a smile to your face, to see things returning to normal; you had missed Hogwarts dearly while you had been away, not knowing how long you would have to remain in hiding. You had even begun applications for muggle university— because, really, how could you have known whether it would be one year or ten before you could freely be a witch again?
You turned a corner, and in your drifted thoughts, didn't notice the person walking around the other way until it was too late and your shoulders had shoved against each other.
"Shit, sorry," you muttered, realising all too late that it was Theo. He was glaring at you, just like he had at every meal and every class you shared all week.
"Watch where you're going, mudblood," he snapped.
Rolling your eyes, you mumbled, "Wasn't a problem three weeks ago."
"Never speak of that," he said lowly, his voice threatening.
"Why? Annoyed sex with a mudblood was good?" you retorted, and then you found yourself pinned up against the wall.
"Watch your mouth, miss."
"Don't you mean 'baby'?" you smirked, relishing in the way his eyes darkened.
You almost missed the way his gaze flicked to your lips, but then he pulled away, refusing to look at you.
"Fuck you, L/N," he spat, storming off, and you watched in amusement with your back still against the wall.
***
Theodore Nott was livid. Absolutely livid. You wound him up in the worst way possible, only for him to try and scare you- fail- and then find himself wanting nothing more than to smash his lips on to yours. When you reminded him of the pet name he used while you were fucking, the blood in his body rushed straight to his dick: the feeling of his arms gripping yours and the close proximity had felt electric. Your very presence set him on fire in every single way possible.
He hated every second.
With previous hook-ups, he had hooked up a few more times with them until he had gotten bored and moved on to the next. Before he found out who you were, he had been planning on doing the same, and now the fact he couldn't was driving him crazy. He thought about you every minute of the day, every minute of the night, and- unfortunately- whenever his hand was wrapped around his dick. And, after his interaction with you in the hallway, he knew that he needed a good fuck from at least a half-blood, if not a pure-blood.
Yes, that was all it was, his body was desperate for sex and as you were the last person he fucked, his thoughts simply went to you first. That was all it was.
Definitely.
***
Potions lesson on Monday rolled around quicker than you would have liked, but it wasn't all bad, as Slughorn was a nice enough professor. You sequestered yourself next to your best friend, ready to begin the lesson. He had promised you all your first practical lesson today, and you were excited to use a cauldron again after so long.
The only real downside of the class was that Theo was in it, and he seemed even angrier (if that was possible) than he was last week. His eyes were pinned on to you like you had murdered his family. You shrugged it off, setting up the work station while Elena went to fetch the various ingredients that you required.
Meanwhile, Theo sat across the class from you, feeling incredibly frustrated. Saturday night, he had tried to fuck another girl, but he couldn't get himself hard until he imagined that she was you. And, even then, he couldn't finish. His imagination couldn't go as far as making her feel and act like you, after all. Now, all he knew, was that you were his enemy, and his remedy. And you had the audacity to act so calm and unbothered all the fucking time.
"Your obsession isn't healthy," Mattheo spoke from next to him, dumping the potion ingredients on the table.
"It's not an obsession."
"What is it, then?" his friend scoffed, "Love?"
Theo furrowed his eyebrows.
"Yeah, that's what I thought."
Mattheo watched as Theo rose to his feet and began haphazardly chopping ingredients, the tiny knife taking the brunt of his anger.
"If it's affecting you so bad, just fuck her again."
"She's mudblood."
"It's not like you're impregnating her," Mattheo reasoned.
Theo sighed deeply, "It's not that simple. I've had it trained into me since birth that we don't associate with mudbloods."
"Well," Mattheo shifted on his feet, "Parents aren't always right."
"Since when did you sympathise with them?"
"I don't- I just," Mattheo muttered something inaudible to himself, and then said, "I don't want people to think I'm my father."
Theo said nothing.
"I'm just saying, mate, your mother's dead and your father's in prison for life— who gives a fuck what they think?"
"It's the principle."
"What even is the principle?"
"What would Draco think? Lorenzo? All of our friends?"
"Draco's not the man he was before the war," Mattheo said quietly. He knew better than anyone, being Draco's cousin, he had grown up with him due to his parents' absence. "I'm just saying. Maybe we should leave some beliefs in the past."
"You've gotten soft," Theo grumbled, "Just last week you were shitting on me for fucking her."
Mattheo shrugged, "Force of habit, I guess. I've just been doing a lot of thinking lately."
"That's rare."
"Shut up."
***
Truth was, despite all of Theo's dick behaviour and discrimination of your kind, you still found yourself waking up in a sweat thinking about his hands roaming your body. That goddamned Slytherin was the bane of your existence and the reason for your catharsis. He had diseased you, plagued you. He was a parasite that you couldn't get rid of, that was eating away at your sanity. What happened to your self respect? To your pride? You got fucked into heaven, that's what. And now your sexual urges were spreading like fire all throughout your bloodstream.
Wanking didn't feel the same anymore— your fingers didn't hold the electricity and passion that Theo's did. You craved him like a drug: and that's exactly what he was. He was something you shouldn't do, something that was bad for your health, but something that could have you seeing stars. Why did he have to be a blood supremacist?
But would it feel this intense if he wasn't? Maybe you two being forbidden, being star-crossed, was the reason that it made you feel so alive. You loved the fact he stared at you, even if it was with fury so powerful it made his whole body shake. It made you feel as if you had gotten to him the way he had gotten to you.
Just one taste of heaven had left you wanting to experience it a thousand times over.
"Get your shit together, Y/N," you cursed to yourself, forcing yourself out of bed.
"What was that?" one of your dorm mates asked.
"Nothing," you replied, "Just going crazy."
"Aren't we all?" she agreed.
***
"Party in the Slytherin dungeons tonight," Pansy stated to you one hellish week later.
You blinked at her, "And I'm invited?"
The girl nodded, evidently feeling awkward, "A lot of us are trying to- uh- make amends with mud- muggle-borns."
You raised an eyebrow at her near slip-up.
"Look- I'm- I'm sorry for how I treated you in the past," she said, actually appearing genuine, "It wasn't right."
"Um, thank you," you replied hesitantly.
"I know I don't speak for all the Slytherins, but a lot of us have done some thinking over the Summer," she continued, "We've lived in an echo chamber for too long."
That you agreed with.
"And, honestly, I think you're really cool- and I hope we can be friends."
You were taken aback by her words, never imagining that a pure-blood like Pansy Parkinson would be saying such words to you. But, maybe, forgiving her wouldn't be such a bad thing. "I... forgive you, I think," you said slowly, "I hope we can be friends too."
She gave you a small but warm smile, "Thank you. Will I see you there?"
You nodded cautiously, "Yeah, I think so."
"Great, uh, come say hi when you get there."
And with that, she disappeared, leaving you in a state of shock and confusion.
***
"Why are there so many mudbloods here?" Lorenzo asked irritatedly, sitting down on the sofa next to his friend group.
"Be civil, Enzo," Pansy gently scolded, "They're witches and wizards just like us."
"But they're not, though. Right, Matt?"
Mattheo shrugged slightly, "I'm with Pansy on this one, I think."
"See, Enzo? Even the Dark Lord's son agrees with me."
Mattheo grimaced at being reminded of who his father was.
"What about you, Theo?" Lorenzo asked.
But Theo wasn't listening, too busy glaring at you with his jaw clenched as you entered the common room, dressed up in an annoyingly similar way that you were back at the Summer party. Lorenzo followed his gaze, but he already knew where it would be leading to.
"Theo is not the person to ask," Blaise chuckled, appearing out of nowhere and sitting next to Theo, "I reckon he's about two interactions with L/N away from saying 'fuck it' and accepting his fate."
"What fate?" Theo snapped.
"The fate of falling in love with a muggle-born," Pansy said with a giggle.
"I'm not falling for her."
"Yeah, you just think and talk about her all the time," Draco, who had been quiet the whole time, spoke.
"Do you not have a problem with it?" Lorenzo asked Draco.
The blond boy shrugged, "I have a lot of regrets regarding muggle-borns. I don't want anymore."
Lorenzo groaned.
"Times are changing, Enzo," Pansy said gently, "I think you should change with them."
The man scowled and stormed off.
Meanwhile, you had finally spotted Pansy across the room, surrounded by the Slytherin boys— including Theo. You took a deep breath, deciding for the sake of a potential friendship you would have to bear it and fulfil her request of saying hi. You arrived at their group moments after you had seen Berkshire leave angrily.
"Uh, hi," you said to Pansy.
"Hi," her face lit up, "Have you got a drink? I'll get you one."
"Oh, thank you."
"It's no worries— make yourself comfortable," she then turned to the boys, "Play nice."
Mattheo raised his hands in mock surrender, but all Theo did was keep his eyes glued on to you.
Zabini shifted along the sofa, gesturing for you to sit in between him and Theo, which you cautiously accepted. The second you felt the warmth of Theo's thigh brush against yours, sparks jolted through your body, and you nearly jumped. You could have sworn you heard his breath hitch, too. This was the first time in two weeks that he wasn't looking at you, instead his eyes were trained ahead like he was retaining every ounce of self control within him.
"The sexual tension is suffocating," Mattheo remarked, standing up to go after Pansy.
His statement seemed to fuel the flame that you had desperately been trying to keep dim inside of you, and suddenly staying sat next to Theo seemed like an entirely impossible task. You were not nearly drunk enough for this. Thankfully, Pansy returned quickly with Mattheo lingering behind her, and she handed you a glass.
"Firewhiskey and coke," she said simply.
"Thanks," you accepted the glass, and downed the entire thing, "I'll get another one."
You left them all, hearing Pansy scold Theo for scaring you off, but you could still feel his eyes burning holes into your back. Just a couple more drinks and then you would join the dance floor, you decided.
And there you soon were, grinding up against a Hufflepuff boy with liquid courage flooding through your veins. You had just about managed to push Theodore Nott to the back of your mind, but you knew that it was only a temporary fix. This Hufflepuff boy was attractive, but he didn't set you alight.
"Someone's jealous," Blaise chuckled, watching as Theo glared daggers at the boy you were dancing with. Ever since you had joined the dance floor, he had been necking back drinks like his soul depended on it, and it just might. With every gulp, he was feeling more reckless and dangerous. "Accept it, mate, you're in deep."
Theo let out a sound that bordered on a growl.
"The only thing stopping you is yourself."
And as Blaise's words sank in, and the Hufflepuff boy appeared to be going in to kiss you, something snapped within Theo. In a flash, he was on his feet and taking large purposeful strides in your direction. Then, the Hufflepuff boy was torn from your side and being punched directly on the nose with such a force he toppled over. He didn't even get a chance to fight back as Theo continued to hit him, merciless in his moves.
You stood in shock watching the scene unfold before you. After what felt like forever, Mattheo and Lorenzo showed up, pulling Theo off the poor boy who had done nothing wrong.
"What the fuck was that for?" the boy yelled, blood pouring down his face.
Theo said nothing, glaring at him as he finally stopped fighting his friends' grip.
"You need to calm down, mate," Mattheo said sternly, digging his fingers into his friend's bicep.
"Theo." You said, unaware what your intentions were when the name slipped out of your mouth. Regardless, his eyes snapped to yours, appearing to soften slightly as he observed your fearful stance.
What was stopping him, really? Did the purity of his bloodline really matter to him that much?
"I think you two need to talk," Mattheo said firmly, "And I think one of you in particular- not naming any names- needs to get over his own bullshit excuses and give into what he wants."
Theo's bloodied hand wrapped around your wrist, tugging you in the direction of the Slytherin dormitories. You didn't fight him, strangely feeling your fear slip away despite what you had just witnessed Theo be capable of. When you were stood in his empty dormitory, face to face, you knew that you would have to be the first to say something.
"You were jealous," you said it as delicately as you could.
He said nothing, not even looking at you. This made you angry— enraged, even.
"Fucking look at me, Theo!" you screamed, "You haven't had any difficulty with it all week— staring at me like I'm the shit on your fucking shoe!"
His eyes locked on to yours.
"If you regret fucking me, just say it!"
"I don't regret it," he said, his volume low but tone dangerous, "Everything I've been raised to believe wants me to regret it but I can't."
You stood, stunned at his confession.
"I need you like I need water, you're an itch I can't scratch," he was stepping closer to you, making you step back, "You make me feel fucking ecstasy and misery all at once."
Your back hit the wall, and he grabbed your wrist again, bringing it to press against his crotch.
"Do you feel what you do to me?" he said darkly, "I've never been so hard in my life."
You gulped, "I'm not just gonna be another of your bitches, Theo, so forget it." Even though you wanted it so bad, and you were dripping from your core.
"That's the thing, L/N," he chuckled sinisterly, "I don't think I could ever get enough. I don't think anyone else will be able to satiate me ever again."
You jaw dropped.
"I think..." he continued, "...that you're a drug I got addicted to after only one hit."
You closed your mouth, looking up at him expectantly.
"And I don't think I ever want to be sober from you."
"But, I'm a muggle-born-"
He cut you off by slamming his lips on to yours with such furious passion your mind became hazy as you eagerly returned the kiss, lifting up your arms to wrap them around your neck. For a moment, he pulled away, just to whisper, "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I don't think I care. I think I just want you in every humanly possible way."
"Then have me," you murmured.
It became a blur as his lips crashed on to yours yet again, and he picked you up by your thighs with his blood stained hands, leaving imprints on your bare skin through your fishnets. He moved you over to his bed, kissing down your neck while he blindly reached for the hem of your top. He wasted no time in pulling it off, along with your bra, so he could continue kissing down your body.
You relished the sensation— savouring it— feeling like you were the only girl in the world. Theo was treating you with such roughness and yet such care, like he had tunnel vision for you and only you.
He pulled off his shirt, before moving down to pull down your skirt, fishnets, and panties all at once. You watched breathlessly as he dived into your leaking pussy and ate you out like a man starved. He groaned, murmuring, "I've missed this taste so fucking much," before continuing his ministrations, eliciting the filthiest moans from you that had ever been produced. This felt even better than the last time.
"You are my goddess," he licked up your pussy, "And my devil."
He began sucking on your clit, and your body felt as if it was lifting from the bed as your orgasm hit you like a shockwave, coursing through your body and sending you to places you had only brushed against before.
"Fuck, Theo," you moaned, "Please fuck me."
The man didn't need telling twice, unbuckling his belt and kicking off his trousers. He didn't waste any time going to his bedside table to grab a condom out of the drawer, tearing it open and pulling it on in record speed. You would have helped him, but your orgasm had you borderline paralysed.
And, then, he was lining up in front of you— for the first time in his life, all he wanted was to fuck missionary. He wanted to see your face (and your nipple piercings that had him drooling) and he wanted to see your expressions as you came undone below him. To him, this was the most intimate that you could get in sex, and he only wanted that with you.
He groaned louder than he had ever groaned when he let himself push inside you, knowing that no other pussy would ever feel as magical as yours. Knowing that he should never have even considered depriving himself of this for some stupid blood purity reasons.
"Fuck, baby, you feel fucking amazing," he breathed out. You reached your arms up, gesturing for him to come down closer to you.
Theo obeyed, kissing you as he began thrusting, while his bloodied hands explored every inch of you, leaving a trail as they went.
"I'd rub your clit, but I don't want to get blood there," he said through heavy pants. You couldn't help but let out a small giggle, moving your own hand down to aid yourself along.
Your moans increased tenfold, as did his pace, and it wasn't long before he was biting down on to your neck in order to contain the groans that were fighting their way out of him. Who would have thought that such plain love making could make him feel so on top of the world?
"Theo- I'm gonna come," you choked out, and the way his teeth sank deeper told you that he was going to as well. As you both reached heaven in unity, he gave up suppressing his moans, and gave you the most melodious earful that you had ever heard as his movements became sloppy and tingles spread through your veins.
Eventually, he collapsed on top of you, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, stroking his hair gently as you lay in a post-sex haze.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled, making your brain short circuit.
"You what?"
"I'm sorry for being a pretentious asshole."
A smile creeped on to your face, "So, is this just a sex thing, or...?"
"Fuck no," he snapped, "I need you all the time. You're mine."
"So, it's a girlfriend boyfriend thing?"
He froze, but then relaxed, and said into your neck, "Yeah, I guess it is."
"You guess?"
He sighed, "Well, you've ruined me for anyone else."
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written; 07/04/2024 —> 08/04/2024
published; 10/04/2024
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Yandere Vil Schoenheit Headcanons
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TW: Kidnapping, Stalking, Posioning
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I think if anyone got literally any of the overblot boys as their yandere they'd be pretty fucked.
Mostly because the overblot boys hold a lot of power and have tons of magic.
Vil, specifically, however is one of the few who won't ever use his magic on you.
No instead he'll just use potions on you (:
When you two first met, it wasn't exactly love first sight, more like first word.
Cause when he saw you, he wasn't impressed.
'This is the prefect everyone's been so obsessed over? Really?'
He honestly thought that you'd be more impressive, more magnificent and elegant if you will.
His first impression of you however immediately changed when you had begun barking orders at fellow freshman in an attempt to defeat him.
Never once has he seen a freshman, one as weak you, calling the shots amongst the student body.
Something must be different with you. And he had to figure out what.
From then onward he recruits Rook to spy on you and learn what your day-to-day patterns are like.
In the process Rook also listens in and learns all your secrets. All of which he reports to Vil.
The Vil learns about you the more he falls in love with you.
He obsesses over every single detail of you, from little moles in unseen places to the formation of stress wrinkles crowding over your forehead.
Every minute detail that he can find, he wants pepper with kisses and tell you just how weak in the knees you make him.
A part if him feels silly for getting weak for someone as mediocre as you, but the other half of him wants to steal you away and lock you in his bedroom so you never have to be troubled by those horrible boys you call "Friends".
In fact...that's a fantastic idea! Why hasn't he thought of this before? That way he can watch you up close.
No longer will he need Rook to do all his stalking, not when you're already here and so close.
When he kidnaps you he does it under the guise of you try a new tea blend he was given. But, unfortunately for you, the tea just so happens to be spiked.
"Oh no! I'm so sorry dear, I didn't think one of my own fans would try to spike my tea! Here let me help you get to the infirmary~"
He's an actor so he's very good at being melodramatic.
Instead of waking up in the infirmary, you wake up his bedroom, with your arms chained to the bed posts and dressed in expensive satin pajamas.
When Vil comes into the room and notices your struggling, he chides you for bruising you beautiful skin.
He doesn't release you from the chains, but he does his best to keep you comfortable.
"Only the best for you, darling. You shouldn't worry yourself with such needless things. What you should be thinking of is me, and only me. Understand?"
If you ever try to escape, don't.
I'm warning you, if Vil catches you trying to escape it'll be worse than just staying chained to his bed all day.
It's even more terrible if you've been getting "closer" with him recently, because now he knows that he shouldn't trust you fully. Ever.
If he catches you, he'll no longer allow you to be comfortable.
Instead of that nice comfortable bed, you sleep in a dog cage in the corner of his room.
And the days have started to blur together now, he started poisoning your food to make sure you don't do anything.
Most days your too tired to anything, let alone fight back or come up with escape plans.
If he has to start treating you like a baby he doesn't mind, he likes making you depend entirely on him.
"You know you did this to yourself, right? Trying to escape was a foolish endeavor and you must face the consequences of your actions..aw, you're crying darling. Don't cry, it'll give you wrinkles. Don't worry my love, this hurts me more than it hurts you. Now drink this."
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#Y'all remember my yan Epel headcanons? Yeah I think this was supposed to go with it but I forgot to post it.#Whoops#Bruh why am I so forgetful#yandere twst#yandere twisted wonderland#yandere scenarios#yandere x reader#yandere#Twst Vil#vil shoenheit#yandere vil schoenheit#yandere vil x reader#Twst x reader#twst headcanons#twisted wonderland#disney's twisted wonderland#interactions are appreciated#tw kidnapping#tw stalking#tw poison
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SEX FASHION AND GUITARS — chapter 9. five minutes until show time !
𐙚 pairings. rockstar!jaemin x stylist!reader
synopsis. l/n y/n fashion major and photographer on the side who says what she wants, na jaemin music major and lead guitar player for underground band DREAM. After yn forgets her to change her account and says something that catches the eye of jaemin she tries to ignore him — expect thanks to chenle she now works for them.
word count. 1005 words
"im here." you dragged the suitcases containing the outfits into the dressing , winter and sieun behind you holding all your extra tools. "yn they're naked." sieun said disgustingly , her face turned up. "because you have their clothes , and you're also late." chenle said. "i said get here early." he scolded.
"i know , i know , but i had a extra class i forgot about and then winter had a shift , im here now , plus its only 8:30 , the show doesn't start until 9:15." you said , pulling out all the freshly steamed outfits. "i steamed them during class." you smiled proudly. "hi guys." you finally acknowledged the half naked boys. "now let's get you boys dressed."
"okay , jeno you're good , jisoo and sieun will help you with hair and makeup." you said , he smiled. "thank you , it looks good yn , you're a beast." you laughed. "um thank you , i guess." you took a second break , waiting for the next member. "ynie." you cringed hearing the nickname. "im ready for my touch ups." haechan did a little pose. "im sure i already gave you one." you said, standing up. "im starting to think you just like when i'm touching you." you teased. "i do." he wiggled his eye brows. "can you both do that later , we're late and jaemin is missing." chenle rushed in.
"he always is , did you check a storage closet?" jisung said , handing out the microphones. "go a head , i'll make sure he get on stage in time." you said. "please hurry and find him , we have ten minutes." chenle said. "i will now go." you said , pushing them all out the door. "you all look good , i'll see you out there." you cheered. "don't worry."
it's not like you wanted to find the boy tucked away in a storage closet — doing god knows what , with god knows who , but you didn't want chenle and jisung to be anymore upset , so here you were , knocking and opening every closet in the small venue for the man. "jaemin." you shouted , his microphone in your hand. "where the hell are you?"
"you looking for me." you damn near jumped out of your pants. "jesus jaemin." you sighed. "where the hell were you." you said , looking at his disheveled look. "where does it look like princess?" he smirked. "disgusting." you muttered. "just come , chenle isn't gonna yell at me , cause you can't keep you dick in your pants." you tugged at his belt loop. "you jealous?" you scoffed. "why would i?"
"that's right, you do have haechan , right?" he said. "you seem obsessed with him." you bit back , he dryly laughed. "if you say so princess." you reached up , putting his mic on — he grabbed your wrist. "you two aren't exclusive right?" he was closer now , your noses almost touching. "that means i can do what I want to you." he whispered. "right?" you realized how secluded the place you were was.
he smirked realizing how flustered you were. "cat got your tongue princess." you pushed your hand in front of you preventing his chest from touching yours. "we still have 5 minutes left." his hands left your wrist , grabbing your belt loop. "i could still do some much in those five minutes."
you finally came to , realizing what you were here for. "yo-you have to go on stage." you said. "so will i see you after the show then? or are you leaving with him?" you were silent , he took that as your answer , smirking. "i guess next time." he said. "let's go before they think we're doing something." he finally stepped back , giving you room to finally breathe.
"fucking finally , i thought i would have to send a search party for both of you." chenle said. "where the hell were you?" you struggled to find words. "i was having trouble with my pants and she was helping , don't worry , im here now." jaemin said. "yeah two minutes late, the guys are already on stage , go." he pushed the boy. "and you." he turned to you. "winter and sieun are over there with jisung , let's go." you nodded , about to walk away , when he grabbed your hand stopping you. "yes?" he scoffed , smiling. "you think im stupid , something wrong with his belt."
"we didn't do anything , i promise." you said. "i didn't say you did , im just saying if you do , find a better lie , than his belt." he said. "and not 10 minutes before i show when i send you to look for him."
the show was amazing and the guys did well , the five of you clapping for them as they said their goodbyes , exiting the stage to the back where you guys greeted them. "you guys did great!"
"did you see me?" haechan came straight to you. "yes i did , you did good." you praised , his arms coming around your waist. "let's get out of here and go back to mines." he said. "jesus , you still have energy?" he sheepishly smiled. "jesus , just go , no one wants to see that." renjun said. "or at least go to a bathroom."
"let's go." you waved to everyone. "i'll leave the door unlocked." sieun said. "okay." you nodded. "bye everyone, good show." you took haechan by the hand, walking towards the front. "leaving?" jaemin stopped both of you. "yeah." you noticed the girl standing next to him. "have fun." he wrapped his arm around the girls shoulder. "jaemin let's go." she whined. "come hyuck." he nodded following behind you. "have fun." you looked at him , he smirked watching you walk away.
"what was that all about?" haechan said. "you and jaemin?" you turned to him. "nothing , why you jealous?" you teased , he scoffed. "no you're free to do who and whatever you want , just let me know if you do do some with him."
"why you gonna stop this with me?"
"i don't share , especially with jaemin , but i will say i will miss fucking you into the mattress."
"good thing i haven't done anything with him yet , you still can do that."
"oh trust me i am."
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Rest stop anon again 😊 it's been about 9 weeks since I got knocked up by a stranger and a lot has changed for me. Most of the physical changes aren't noticeable enough yet for my friends to mention but my family has been slipping up by calling me a girl again and I haven't once corrected them. I stopped taking T as soon as I got a positive pregnancy test and I've been putting a lot of effort into taking care of myself and following doctors advice which has made me look much more feminine in general. I've been slowly phasing out all of my more masculine clothes for softer colours and more fitted clothes, I even went and got fitted for bras for the first time in years! Pretty soon I'll completely present as a girl again and then I'll tell people to treat me like it again ^^
I went back to that rest stop a few more times hoping to hook up but also maybe hoping to find the man who got me pregnant in the first place. I'm not sure if it's hotter to me to let the man stay a stranger or find him to show him what he did but I think I'll give up on looking for him. I've been much more horny and sensitive lately so I downloaded some apps for hooking up because I can't go into the mens washroom anymore now that I've stopped trying to look like a man so I've spent most of my free time being used by men 😌 the last guy practically worshipped my tits before fucking them and cumming all over them and since then I've been obsessively playing with them. Maybe I should get my nipples pierced some day..
This kink has made my life spiral into something so so good and I can't wait for when I'm further into my pregnancy and the only thing I'll be seen as is a woman. Thank you for letting me share this with you and everyone else ❤❤❤
(Previously)
You're always welcome here, good girl. ❤️
One of the most beautiful things about pregnancy - especially in former "boys" - is that "yet". The changes aren't casually noticeable enough yet. They don't all know what a stranger did to your body (or rather, what your body is doing for a stranger) yet. But they will. Every day it becomes a little more obvious, even as you pull that day of discovery a little closer by picking out clothes that flatter your changing curves.
It almost feels a little futile for you to finally get fitted for a bra at this stage, though. You're only nine weeks in, little first-time-mommy. Your breasts have so much more to grow.
If it were me who had knocked you up, I think the sweetest way to find out would be to see you again at that rest stop eight or nine months later - fully transformed and looking radiant in a maternity dress. I'd love for that to be my two memories of you: a scared little "boy" dripping my cum in a men's bathroom stall, and a woman whose body and life had been reshaped by the baby I put inside her.
But for now, you've got more growing to do, and that pregnant little pussy of yours deserves the rewards of serving men. Have fun on those apps, sweetheart. It's not like you can get any more pregnant, after all. ❤️
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Hi, I'm so sorry to bother you... but! I can't get this out of my head so I thought I'd share it with you since you are also obsessed with yuuji and Sukuna shenanigans.
You're going shopping with yuuji, but your taking your sweet ass time in the changing room. So long in fact that even sweet yuuji is getting kind of annoyed. Sukuna thinks it is a good idea to barge in on you and sees you in a state of undress and goes a little feral and fucks you roughly in the changing room with his hand covering your mouth.
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Fuck yessss!! Thank you so much for this delicious thirst! You inspired me to write a little story for it :)
Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) x Yuuji
Genre: smut, fluff
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: 18+, Sukuna and Yuuji are separate people, reader is in a poly-relationship with them, smut, semi-public sex, mirror sex, creampie, cum eating, reader has sex with Sukuna and later on she has a threesome with Sukuna and Yuuji, anal (Yuuji receiving), light degradation (Sukuna teases reader and calls her a slut, but reader is ok with this, it's done in a loving way.) All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.
"Hurry up, brat! We've been here for an hour!"
Your boyfriend Sukuna's low voice carries in through the thick curtain of the changing room. You roll your eyes, informing him,
"Only one more minute, Kuna!"
Admittedly you are really taking a little bit too long in the changing room today. But it's just too hard to decide which dress to get, and so far, your two boyfriends weren't much help since they both picked two different favorites, and those weren't even in your top five.
You sigh frustratedly as you stare at your reflection in the large mirror. You are feeling too hot in here, even in your current state of undress that leaves you only clad in your lacy panties.
You are about to grab your clothes to finally get dressed again and just call it a day when suddenly the curtain gets yanked open, making you squeal as you quickly bring your arms up to cover your naked breasts.
It's Sukuna. Of course! Who else could it be but your sexy menace of a boyfriend who comes in here without any prior warning, risking getting kicked out of the mall if someone sees him join you in here.
He pulls the curtain closed behind him and turns to you with that lazy confident smirk on his handsome, tattooed face and a challenging twinkle in his eyes.
"You are taking too long. And what are you doing here all naked?"
His smile turns devilish as he takes a step closer, which in this tiny space, makes him already press up against your back. His tall, muscular body is still fully clothed while you are naked except for your little panties. It makes a shudder of excitement run through you, your heart beating too fast and pussy twitching in arousal.
Sukuna's lips brush over your ear,
"Were you waiting for me and Yuuji to join you? Did you want to get our cocks in here, sweetheart? Is that it?"
"I..um...oh god, Kuna!"
He laughs softly, his warm breath on your neck making you tremble.
"Well, Yuuji got too impatient and left to get something to drink, but I am here to take care of your needy little pussy."
It only takes a few seconds before Sukuna has yanked your panties down your legs, exposing your glistening wet pussy to his triumphant gaze. And only a few seconds more until he has freed his large hard cock from his pants and is gliding it through your wet folds, making your hips buck and your mouth open in a horny "Oh!"
But it gets silenced immediately by Sukuna's large hand covering your mouth, pressing firmly against it, before he teases your swollen clit with his thick cockhead, making your head spin with the pleasure that is coursing through your body.
You are glad for the hand over your mouth when your boyfriend pulls back, only to then snap his hips and push his thick cock deep into your creamy pussy with one powerful thrust.
Sukuna doesn't go slow or gentle today. Not here in this small changing room where anyone could catch you at any moment.
He fucks you hard and rough. Skin slapping against skin as he sets a brutal pace, fucking you so hard that you see stars.
His sexy low voice is in your ear, whispering dirty things to you that drive you wild with need,
"That's what you wanted, huh? Such a little tease. You can fool Yuuji, maybe, but not me. You took your sweet time, so one of us would come in here and see your naked tits and your wet pussy. So we would play with you in here. You like that, huh? Turns you on so much to get fucked in here. You're so wet, you little slut."
You're bracing yourself on the mirror, your sweaty palms leaving stains on the shiny surface as your eyes fall shut from the intense pleasure of getting railed so hard.
But Sukuna is not having it.
"Open your eyes, brat. Watch yourself getting fucked like the little horny slut that you are."
You open your eyes, pussy clenching at the sight in the mirror. Sukuna's tall, muscular figure behind you, one large hand pressed over your mouth, the other sprawled over your hip, fingers occasionally dipping down to tease your swollen clit. Maroon eyes watch you in the mirror with a hungry fire burning in them.
It drives you wild to see yourself getting fucked. To see your naked tits bounce as Sukuna pounds your soaking wet pussy from behind, drilling his thick cock unrelentingly into your tight heat.
Sukuna's hand is pressed firmly over your mouth, muffling your desperate moans and whimpers as his fat cockhead tortures your sweet spot mercilessly. Sukuna always knows how to fuck your brains out, how to find that perfect spot that makes you cry.
Your legs give out when you cum so hard that your whole body is shaking, and you scream into Sukuna's large hand. But his strong arms and that gorgeous thick cock keep you in place.
Sukuna isn't finished with you yet. He fucks you through your orgasm, moaning in your ear as he chases his own release.
But as close to cumming as he is, he still won't stop teasing you.
"Such a needy little thing. So cute, hm? Cumming all over my cock here in the changing room? You needed it so bad, huh? You're such a dirty little thing. And now what? You want me to fill you up in here? Want me to fuck my cum into you? Yeah, princess? You wanna walk around the rest of our shopping trip with my seed in that cute pussy? Want to feel it run down your thighs?"
His words turn into a low moan as you feel his fat cock throbbing inside you, pulsing his hot cum into your waiting pussy, making you clench around him, milking him until Sukuna is swearing under his breath as he fucks all of his big load into you.
But the smug smirk is back on his face the instant he pulls out and wipes his spent cock on your naked ass before he pulls up his boxer briefs and black jeans again.
Your heart is still racing. You're high on post-orgasmic bliss and adrenaline after getting fucked so good at this semi-public place. But it's time to leave before someone catches the two of you after all.
You silently put on your bra and shirt and reach out to grab your panties, but Sukuna is faster.
He snatches them away from your grasp and smiles that infuriatingly sexy smile as he shoves the pink lacy panties into the back pocket of his jeans.
"Uh uh, you don't need those, princess. Just put on the skirt. I want to see you struggle to keep my cum inside you. It's what you deserve for making Yuuji and me wait so long."
You gasp and hit his defined biceps playfully, starting to complain loudly. But it gets silenced by Sukuna's lips capturing yours in a surprisingly tender kiss that makes you melt against his tall body, wrapping your arms around his neck as you get on your tiptoes to kiss him back, slow and sweet.
When you step out of the changing room a few minutes later, Yuuji is back. He quickly gets up from the couch he was waiting on, face lighting up with one of his typical sunshine smiles.
You smile at him sheepishly, knowing there must still be a dazed look in your eyes and your lips are still kiss-swollen, probably giving away what you were doing only a few minutes ago.
But sweet, clueless Yuuji looks at you with his big honey eyes, all worried.
"Are you ok, cutie? You look a bit feverish. Do you need something to drink? Are you feeling dizzy? Here take a sip of my coke."
He holds out the drink to you at the same moment as Sukuna steps out of the changing room behind you.
You can see Yuuji's golden eyes widen, but before he can say anything, Sukuna already walks over to him with that insufferable smirk and presses a kiss to Yuuji's cheek as he passes him.
"Nah, don't worry, sweetheart. She is fine. Just needed my help in there."
His gaze slips meaningfully to your still trembling legs, where a thin trail of his milky cum is slowly running down your left thigh.
Sukuna's voice is matter-of-factly as he grabs his jacket from the couch and is about to walk away,
"Let's go. We still have to look for some sexy underwear."
But Yuuji's hand darts out at lightspeed to wrap firmly around Sukuna's biceps, stopping his boyfriend from walking away as his hungry gaze trails over you, and he unconsciously licks his lips.
"No! Wait a moment, Kuna."
Yuuji's pupils are dilated when he takes a step closer to you. You are breathing heavily, knowing this look on Yuuji's pretty face all too well. Knowing it means he is horny and ready to fuck you until you scream. Ready for your pussy and for Sukuna's cock. Sweet, insatiable Yuuji.
Your pussy twitches when Yuuji's large warm hand gently caresses your thigh, catching the trail of Sukuna's cum with his fingers while his hand trails up further, under your little skirt and to your still-wet pussy, rubbing gently over your sensitive clit.
And then two fingers push inside you, slowly fucking Sukuna's cum back into you. You think you can hear the obscene squelching sound of Yuuji fingering your cum-filled pussy, even over the soft music playing over the shopping mall speakers.
You gasp when Yuuji pulls his fingers out of you again. There's a cute blush on his cheeks and a horny dazed look in his honey eyes as he lifts his now cum-and-cream-covered fingers to his mouth.
Sukuna and you both watch in rapt horny fascination as your pretty boyfriend's soft pink tongue darts out to lick up Sukuna's cum from his fingers. His eyes close in pleasure at the taste, and he moans softly.
You aren't sure whether the growl you hear is coming from your mouth or from Sukuna's. But what you know for sure is that it is Sukuna who places his strong hands on both your and Yuuji's back and quickly ushers the two of you back into the changing room, which apparently can even fit three people.
"If you like my cum so much, I'll give you some of it too, baby."
The three of you end up in a tangle of limbs, lips meeting in heated kisses, hands ripping at each other's clothes, but you can't even tell who is undressing who.
All you know is that this time it is Yuuji who is fucking you. Lifting you up and making you wrap your legs around his hips so he can pound you against the wall, giving you a big milky creampie on top of the one Sukuna gave you.
And Yuuji's cute ass is getting fucked full of Sukuna's hot cum, leaving him a moaning mess between your body and Sukuna's while his cute horny noises get muffled by Sukuna's hand, which is pressed over Yuuji's mouth this time.
You can feel every strong snap of Sukuna's hips too, as he fucks Yuuji into you, making your back hit the wall hard, making you gasp and your pussy clench around Yuuji's fat cock.
You cum with both their names falling from your lips.
You can't help but smile at your two boyfriends when they both help you get dressed again afterwards, looking at you with the same love-drunk expression you wear on your face too.
Sukuna pulls Yuuji into a deep kiss before they both turn to grin broadly at you. Your beautiful boys, who never stop getting you into trouble, but you wouldn't want it any other way.
They both wrap their strong arms around you, hugging you against their tall bodies, and both make sure to kiss you breathless before the three of you finally stumble out of the changing room again.
Today is definitely the best shopping experience you have ever had. Even though it ends in a lifelong ban from your favorite shopping mall when a horrified shop assistant walks past the changing room at precisely the moment when the three of you exit it with rumbled clothes and toothy grins.
Not even Yuuji's and Sukuna's combined charm can convince her to let it go.
But it was worth it. So so worth it.
You can't stop grinning from ear to ear as you walk out of the mall, with Yuuji to your right and Sukuna to your left, holding hands with both of your boyfriends and hearing both of them snicker in amusement.
"Guess we have to find a new mall to fuck in, huh, brats?"
Both you and Yuuji can't stop from bursting into loud laughter at Sukuna's words. Oh, how much you love your boyfriends!
Thank you so much for reading!! And thank you so much for sending me this sexy thirst, my sweet anon!! It drives me insane!! I turned it into a poly story because I absolutely LOVE the thought of being in a relationship with both Yuuji and Sukuna :) I hope you like it!!
Comments and reblogs mean a lot to me :)
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sorry if you’ve answered this before but how come you run a monarchy blog if you’re anti monarchy? i’m genuinely curious, i’ve never seen that before
I have answered it before but Tumblr's search function isn't great and it's probably time for an update. It's not as unusual as you think. There are a ton of people from Republics in this fandom who would never want to live in a monarchy themselves (come visit the fandom on 4th July lol). They're politically anti-monarchy, but they like the individuals. So I'm really not in any way unusual. But basically it was an evolving journey:
I became interested in monarchies at age 4 or 5. So clearly pre any kind of political thinking. I was mostly interested in historical monarchies - I've been obsessed with Anne Boleyn most of my life, I have a tattoo dedicated to her!
I started blogging about royals about 12 years ago so I was around 18 or 19. I wasn't massively politically active so I didn't have a strong opinion on the monarchy. I was at St Andrews at the time of William and Kate's engagement so I became quite interested in that but nothing serious. Then I was on my non-royal Tumblr (don't use it anymore) and I stumbled across an account who was saying really nasty things about Kate. This particular account was one of the few British people in the fandom at the time - it was mostly young Americans - and so they had an air of authority about them and they would say "this is what most Brits think" but it was bollocks. And then I would research other things they'd said about things like finances and realise that they were wrong about those too. There were one or two people who questioned her narrative but they weren't British and so after a couple of years of this I just had had enough and decided to create an account. I wasn't really a monarchist or an anti-monarchist. I liked William and Kate but I dislike people talking rubbish more! I had really just stumbled into this world and realised there was a place for someone who was going to provide evidence, who was going to challenge, and who could offer a different perspective on life in a monarchy. And monarchy as a system was something that had interested me since I was little so it seemed natural.
After a little bit of time I became more politically active and at that point I became anti-monarchist. It was a gradual shift so there was no moment where my mind changed but I didn't feel the need to leave anyway. Partly because it was fun. I liked blogging and I knew a lot about royals by this point, I didn't want to start from scratch in a more crowded fandom. I realised I can separate the institution from the people. I can like Kate but not think monarchy is a perfect system of governance. There are so many things that we find fascinating but don't necessarily endorse. I mean, I listen to a fuck load of serial killer podcasts but I don't think Ted Bundy was a great guy! I just find it interesting. If you've ever heard our podcast you'll know I am obsessed with corruption scandals. They're not good but I find power fascinating as a concept. But also this is just my nature. If I'm going to take a stance about a political matter I want to know as much about that as possible, I want to have considered the opposing argument and what their objections might be so I can counter them. And I found it frustrating when I saw friends of mine who generally shared my political views say stupid, incorrect things about the monarchy. Like this came later but a friend of mine once complained that they spent money on Meghan's wedding dress instead of the cladding on Grenfell which is rubbish.
I'm now in my 30s, I am at a very different place from when I started. Anti-monarchist is probably too simplistic but I've had the same bio and photo for like 5 years so I'm not changing it lol. My political view now is more pragmatic than anything else. But I've also done so much more research into the constitutional side of things than I had 5 years ago. My view now is if I could click my fingers and change our system of governance to a functioning, elected head of state without any issues of course I would. Just taking a step back it makes no sense to have a monarchy and for our head of state to be a symbol of such glaring inequality. But we can't just click our fingers. Ending the monarchy won't actually solve any problems in society but it could cause new ones. There are positives to having a monarchy, it does work to protect democracy even though it shouldn't, and so I would have to be presented with a system that keeps those positive aspects if I was to vote to end the monarchy. On a theoretical level I don't support it, it makes no sense, but on a practical level I think there are more important things, it won't be the quick fix people say it will be, and I would need guarantees about what a Republic would look like first as Brexit has shown us that we can only trust the Tories to deliver the worst possible outcomes if we leave it to them (which is what would happen).
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REALITY
Jake Lockley x Reader
A/N: a little piece I wrote for jake ... a little fluffy and sad too, sorry :( also not proof read, I was tired :/
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Gosh, he was here again.
He was so dreamy wasn't he? Those stunningly beautiful dark eyes that you could admire for days were always tinted with a hint of mischief. Matched alongside that sneaky smirk on his face, the one he would use when he knew he was going to get something he wanted out of you. Or when he knew you were obsessing over him, you had a tell. It was something he had picked up on quite quickly.
It was the way your eyes changed and your body language was far too telling. The way you would have literal heart eyes whenever you spoke about him, he swore he could see the small sparkle in the corner of your eyes as you reminiscened about the moments you spent with him. When you accidentally bumped into him, or when his hand would slide against yours and he'd gently rub his thumb across the back of your hand. Your body would be far too relaxed, slumped against the table with that dreamy look in your eyes.
"He's so dreamy... I wanna ask him out."
"Who? Jake?" Your co-worker asked as she sipped on her tea. You nodded gently as you glanced around to see if he was there, and alas there he was, waiting for you to serve him. "If I wasn’t a lesbian, I'd totally hit that."
"Amirah!!" You giggled, slightly woozy from just thinking about him.
"What? It's true. He's hot and he knows it." Amirah huffed as she raises an eyebrow glancing at him. "Oop, looks like someone's asking him to go out on a date inste- "
Amirah didn't even finish her sentence before you'd rushed out, apron not even tied properly, hair still a mess and eyes still dreamy about him.
"Hi."
Jake immediately turned around, ignoring the girl and watching you with a soft look in his eyes. He took a few seconds to take you in, hair thrown into a messy bun, apron hanging loosely on your waist, before smiling and replied,
"Hola princesa."
He'd heard you talking about him, it warmed his heart to know you were as much into him as he was you. He lived for the moments where he could see you at work, he'd wait till you were serving behind the counter to make his order. He wasn't a fan of the others serving him, he didn't like the way they made his order.
He wanted you and only you.
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The next time Jake popped in, you were a bit more prepared, looking less of a mess as you'd done your hair nice and lovely, tied it back and put a little hint of lip gloss on, only because you were expecting a special someone to visit.
"Hey, miss-i-dream-about-Jake-all-day, your boyfriend's finally here!" Arthur, your other co-worker called as he walked past you, giving you a cheeky smile, while you looked at him in shock.
"Arthur! He's- he's not my boyfriend!" You whisper-yelled, looking scandalised as if Jake could have somehow heard him. "I'm gonna kill you Arth-
"Who you gonna kill today princesa? Need any help?" The man of your dreams piped up, swiftly leaning on the counter as he watched you with a smirk. Your own eyes widened in surprise as you turned around to look at him.
Oh gosh. Whoever was out there, send help right now! Jake was here- and he was dressed in a fucking suit. With a leather jacket thrown on top, and his adorable little flat cap. But the suit, you couldn't keep your eyes off it. He filled it so well, you could see his muscles bulging from his arms through his leather jacket, the way he'd left two buttons undone on his white shirt. His tie was loose and undone which made you want to pull on it and attach your lips to his.
Fuck. Oh shit.
You were in deep shit now. You had to be careful of what you said next. Gently tugging on your lip to hide your actual remarks, you replied "Sorry Jake, was just thinking of my murder plan."
Jake let out a small breath of air, the corners of his eyes creasing as he smiled at your response, eyes following the way you bit your lip directly in front lf him. "I've got the weapons ready, just let me know who the target is."
You gave him a big smile before starting to prepare his order. "I'll take that into consideration. Same as usual Jake?"
"Si, gracias princesa."
You watched as he took a seat nearby, eyes watching you as you prepared his order. You gave him a gentle smile, making your heart burst with happiness. Jake replied with a cheeky grin and a tilt of his cap, before his face dropped and was forced to turn his attention outside.
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Jake couldn't help himself, he had to see you, so he forcefully took the body from Marc who was fronting at the time before he made his journey to the café where you worked at. He'd overheard your co-workers making fun of your crush on him and it warmed his heart. At least he knew you liked him and well for himself- he was ass over tits in love with you.
As he made his order, he couldn't keep his eyes off you, the way you had dressed up today. He liked to think it was because of him, that you had hope he would come in and make your day better- because you certainly made his 1000 times better.
"Si, gracias princesa." He replied, with a small wink before making his way to a table and turned back only to find you smiling happily at him. The action made his heart swell with adoration and he wished he could have pulled you to his chest and placed a kiss on those sweet lips.
However his attention was soon pulled elsewhere. The God of the Moon had summoned him, there he stood with his staff and his clothes blowing in the wind. Jake rolled his eyes, Khonshu was ever so dramatic sometimes.
Jake waited for you to bring his order. Khonshu could wait a little, he didn't know when he would see you again, so he would take whatever chance he could now.
"Hey." You gave him a cheeky grin as you placed his drink down along with a cake that you had made just for him. "Your order Senor Lockley."
Jake swore he felt his cheeks heat up and his heart beat a little faster after hearing you speak his language. He gently reached for your hand, holding it delicately in his larger ones before he placed a soft kiss on the top, his lips lingering on your skin. "Gracias Senorita."
Glancing down at his drink he noticed you'd placed a Xuixos de crema for him on a plate. Jake felt his mouth water at the sight, he hadn't had the chance to try one since Marc and Steven weren't aware of him, and neither had a sweet tooth. He knew you didn't sell these at the cafe, so you'd gone out your way to make it for him.
"Espera un minuto, no ordené esta princesa." Jake quickly grabbed your hand as you were making your way back to the tills. His mind reeled with the fact that you'd made it for him, only for him. He didn't even realise he'd spoken fluent Spanish to you until he blurted out an apology. "Sorry princesa- I meant I didn't-
"I know Jake." You squeezed his hand, thumb rubbing circles on the top of his hand. "I made it for you. Now eat it and then tell me if it's good or not. I'll be back."
Jake was certain you knew his eyes were on you as he followed every step you made back to the tills before he turned his head, not wanting to be caught. He felt giddy, like a teenager all over again, his heart thumping out his heart wanting to connect with yours. Jake peered down at the pastry, the delectable delight looked lovely and gosh, Jake wished he could scoff it down, because he knew anything you made would always be delicious.
"Jake Lockley. I have a mission for you. My Moon Knight is needed elsewhere."
The booming voice of Khonshu shook him out his revere, his eyes torn away from the cake and to the outdoors where Khonshu stood. He gave him a simple nod, acknowledging that he was on his way.
Jake Lockley had no choice but to obey his will.
Jake stole one last glance at you before looking at the note written on his cup.
Will you go on a date with me?
079-3629-2988
x
You were going to be back soon, waiting for a reply about the pastry and the date. He so badly wanted to say yes, to take you out to thr little restaurant he came across in East London, it had the best food, and he knew you'd love it. He wanted to watch the way your face would scrunch up when you bit into the sour side dish.
The way you'd try to hold it in but couldn't, then he'd grab a napkin, wipe the sourness off your face before placing a kiss on your lips, the sweetness of his kiss cutting out the sourness you'd just tasted. He'd watch your cheeks heat up and your eyes turn into those love hearts you held only for him.
He wanted all that and more with youm
But Jake knew, he knew nothing could ever come of this. Deep down he always knew. For his own headmates didn't even know he existed, so how could he explain you?
How could he explain Khonshu?
You were there, right next to him but alas, too far out of reach for him. No matter what he felt or what his heart told him. He couldn't have you.
You would never be his.
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#moon knight x reader#jake lockley#jake lockley x reader#jake lockley x y/n#moon knight#khonshu moon knight#marvel#moon boys#steven grant#marc spector#melissa writes 💕
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Can we please get a little snippet of this musician AU because I'm already obsessed? Also, am I right in thinking that this Anthony would 100% rock some eyeliner?
I shouldn't. I shouldn't start a new AU but this would obviously be called like a hurricane
The music blared in Kate's eardrums relentlessly, the same fifteen songs, every night for the last two months, with six more to go. Stuck there, watching his costume changes while he winked at her before he tugged his new shirt on, sliding into leather pants while a woman fixed his hair the tension rippling around them.
"Kate, still wanting to step on my throat I see."
"As if you wouldn't beg me for more, Anthony."
"Never fucking said I wouldn't."
And then he'd sprint back to the stage while the crowd screamed, grinning as he caught some woman's underwear tossed his direction, sliding them onto his arm for the rest of the show.
Kate sighed, ignoring the way his eyes locked with hers as the band swelled around him, Anthony's hips grinding in midair.
She'd known exactly what she was getting into from the moment she'd signed on. Everyone had apparently. Even Mary had when she'd flopped down onto the sofa.
"Anthony Bridgerton's manager has asked me to be his on tour stylist."
Mary had lifted her eyebrow, "Is he the one who-?"
"Apparently has four models in his dressing room at all times? Yes." Edwina had said a little dryly.
Mary had sighed, "I was going to say grinds on his guitar."
"Yes to both then." Kate had sighed, something gnawing at her stomach, "I'm going to do it, it's good exposure and they want a new wardrobe for every city, part of some spectacle I guess... it's a huge opportunity, really. It won't be so bad."
But from the very second they'd met, he'd sent her into a spiral. He'd breezed into their meeting, half an hour late with his manager/ mother apologising profusely for a grown man who didn't really seem to care one way or the other. He'd slid his dark glasses to the top of his head, his spicy cologne engulfing her as his eyes had slid down her, a cocky smirk on his handsome face as he winked at her.
"Anthony Bridgerton. Lovely to meet you."
"Kate Sharma." She'd snapped, pulling her hand away from his as something uncomfortable had prickled down her spine the moment he'd shaken it. "And the next time you're 30 minutes late to a wardrobe fitting, you're going on naked. I don't care who the fuck you are."
Anthony had chuckled, his eyebrows lifting a little incredulously before he'd stepped back, tugging his short over his head, flexing his muscles demonstratively, ink covering his chest and arms. "I don't think my fans would complain overmuch."
His mother had clipped him around the ear, tossing his shirt back at him. "Will you behave?! Christ!"
And she and Anthony had disagreed on everything since. He hated the shoes she'd picked,
"I like mine."
"Those shoes are fucking ugly, and I'm not owning having dressed you if you wear them." She'd snapped wildly.
Which had of course led to him sliding onto the stage for three songs in just his socks shirt and underwear, risky business style, as everyone and their mother (his literally) had tried to pull him from the Wembley stage. A look she'd now been asked about relentlessly.
Everything about him made her thrive forward to meet whatever ridiculous gauntlet he'd thrown down and it would be easy. It would be. Were it not for the way his gaze following her constantly made her cheeks burn and her spine shiver, slowly setting every inch of her on fire.
Finally, finally it was time to go home. She could've done ages ago she supposed, left a wardrobe assistant to struggle him into his clothes but part of Kate knew, if she wasn't there, he'd never wear a single thing she'd set out.
A door flung open to her right as she passed, startling her with the abruptness, a now familiar voice saying
"Hey can you get me-? oh! Sorry!" Anthony was standing in the door to his dressing room, his hair a tousled mess, falling into his eyes, his shirt abandoned, leather trousers she'd aged and torn by hand still slung low on his hips, his muscles flexing as he leaned against the doorframe.
"Need me to find you an assistant to buy you some condoms?" Kate clicked her tongue, leaning against the opposite wall in the corridor, settling in for god knows what reason. "Little out of my jurisdiction. Unless you want condoms to match your outfits now."
Anthony's eyes shone at her, a smirk ticking his lips upwards. "Not unless you'll be joining me in here. As you can see, I'm quite alone again."
It was true, something Kate had wondered over since the first night of the tour. Whether the rumours were true about him. The only women she'd ever seen in his dressing room at all were his mother, sisters, and his long suffering PA Sophie, who often stabbed him with her pen when she felt he was being too rude.
Kate rolled her eyes, "I think I'll pass tonight. But when I want to pick up an STI i'll let you know. Best one night stand I'll ever have, I'll bet."
He was still smirking at her, leaning in towards her, his voice low. "I never fucking said it would be a one night stand."
He stepped even closer, until his hips were nearly pinning her in place against the wall, his hands on either side of her head, his body so close to her, and why wasn't she moving? Why was she just standing there?
Kate sighed, pushing against his chest, and somehow she knew that would be enough. He'd step back. And he did. running his hands through his hair.
She cleared her throat, looking awkwardly away from him. "I'm actually... I've never been to Italy so I want to get to bed so I can do some sightseeing before we leave tomorrow."
Anthony's eyes widened, "Maybe I could show you-"
A ridiculous laugh built on her chest, echoing in the cement hallway, cutting him off. "If you were about to say Show me a gladiator in reference to your dick, I'll kick you."
an odd expression passed over his face for a moment before the cocky smirk was back. "Ahh you know me so well."
Kate rolled her eyes, walking away, "Night, Anthony!"
And she was almost to the end of the corridor before he called back. "When You are ready for the best fuck of your life, come and find me."
#like a hurricane#kathony#anthony x kate#kate sharma#kate sheffield#anthony bridgerton#molly’s asks and answers
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pls post your thoughts on camelot!
Hihihi!!! Sorry this has been sitting in my ask for a bit I've been trying to find the time and energy to put down my thoughts!
The general overview is, I think I definitely see the faults people had with it, I think the book is hard to fix and even with the changes there are certain beats they HAVE to hit because of the music, but I also think it has so many gems and this show is so well acted like I find the good far out weighs the bad for me. It's just really engaging grand theater to meee it can be so silly and fun but also really hit with these very earnest moments 🥺, also considering all the drama and tragedy it is surprISINGLY HILARIOUS!! I was giggling so much in act 1. Like RIP to the person sitting next to me who had to see me grip my face and GASP every time something wild happened lmaooo. GOD JUST AHHHHHH SOME OF THOSE MOMENTS WENT SO HARD!!!! Here I'll try my best to narrow some down jk I did a horrible job at narrowing down
- AH that imagery of the single tree in the snow at the very top of the show. Lovely.
-the entire scene with the wedding gone wrong is just soo good and like a mini show on its own with its own little arc. I was so charmed by Phillipa and Andrew's chemistry fr fr so good! I could probably fill a whole post with just moments from this bit!
-When Guinevere is below the right side of the stage (I was sitting to the left)and when she hears the knights refer to him as King her head just slooooooooowly pops into view like 👁️👁️
-Genny: WHEN WERE YOU GOING TO TELL ME YOU WERE KING?!?!?
Arthur: after I sang abt the weather.
-King Arthur post Merlin death 🥺🥺🥺🥺😭
-ok but the little orchestra nod to Follow Me during Merlin's death. Thank you. They did that for me. It's not much but I appreciate it.
-"I gotta pace to think. I gotta be doing something. Merlin told me something but I got distracted and forgot" bestie you can fit SO much ADHD IN THIS KING.
- C'est Moi entrance was a slay
. 10/10 would let that armor burn my retinas again 👌🏼
-"I deserve. Your harshest. punISHHHHHHHMEEEEEEENNNTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!"
Lancelot, bestie there is something so wrong with you I'm obsessed.
- Genny (To Lance): ...And do you think you've perfected your soul??
- The Lusty Month of May, also a SLAY she is SO hot! I'm sorry but Guinevere is at her most wild and unhinged she is doing shit that had me going BANANAS when she puts on that pink dress, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
-after Lusty Month of May the knights were chatting but I became deeeeeply focused on ensemble member Matias trying trying to balance a mug on his forehead. At first one person was watching, then two, then eventually Guinevere joined in. Like gjdhks I kept giggling.
Arthur(also to Lance): pleasesayno 👀👀👀👀👀👀
-TAKE ME TO THE FAIR. WAS SO FUCKING FUN. I WAS DOING EVIL GOOFY LITTLE GIGGLES THE WHOLE TIME. GENNY IS THE ONLY ONE ALLOWED TO BULLY LANCELOT ON THIS BLOG. AND THAT'S BECAUSE I THINK THIS IS A DEEPLY FUCKED UP FORM OF FOREPLAY FOR HER.
-Genny: ~SIIIIIRRRRRR LIIIIIONNNEELLLLL~~~ 😏😏😩😩😩💦💦💦
Lionel: Ma'am. 😐
Genny: u g h 🙄
-I COULD MAKE A WHOLE POST ABT THIS ONE TOO LIKE SOSOSOSO FUNNY.
-Guinevere kept having mini moments of chemistry with like the ensemble member played by Holly Gould, and like I THOUGHT MAYBE I WAS CRAZY, but at the end of act 1 my friend also turned to me and was like "yo what is GOING ONNNN with those two??? 👀👀👀👀" Gjhdskgsbsvs a bi icon. 🩷💜💙
- ANYWAYS Not Pelly AND Genny rooting for the Lancelot downfall!!! Gjsgdgdgs
-ok but the moment when Lance finds the pages that Genny specifically drafted....bestie you could see the proposition baking in HIS brain.
-"So weird Genny when you don't like most people you're still civil with them what's going on hereee???" 👀👀👀 What IS going on here???
- Arthur: Will you stop this?
Genny: If the King commands it....
👁️👁️🔥🔥 oK. THEY WERE INSANE FOR THAT ONE. NOT THE LOOK THEY SHOT EACH OTHER. anyways bully them both. I support it.
- THE SWORD FIGHTING WAS LIKE ACTUALLY SO GOOD OMG. WE LOVE FIGHT CHOREO
- okokokok but when one of the knights pushed down Lancelot's squire and he shot that knight the DEADLIEST GLARE and tHEN HE PUSHED THE KNIGHT DOWN AT THE END OF THEIR FIGHT. 🔥👌🏼🤌🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 letSSSSS GOOOOO!!!
-WHEN KING ARTHUR GOT INTO THE FIGHT AND TWIRLED OUT TWO SWORDS HALF WAY THROUGH?!?!!!!! AND THEN LANCE LIKE STRAIGHT UP ON STAGE CAUGHT HIS SECOND SWORD??? BEING TOSSEDDDD OVER TO HIM??!!!!!! LIKE I CANNOT STRESS ENOUGH HOW COOL THIS WAS???????
-Arthur(whispering desperately in Lancelot's ear mid fight) : HEY NO HARD FEELINGS THIS IS JUST FOR MORALE
Fhhdjshdjsh
- ARTHUR STOPPING THE FIGHT TO ASK LANCELOT ABOUT BAGUETTES ?!??? THEY ARE LITERALLYYYY MY BLORBOOOSSS!!!!
-KING ARTHUR GETS KNOCKED OUT CUZ HE SAW HIS FAVOURITE BIRD AND GOT DISTRACTED. I AM NOT JOKING.
-anyways scene where he gets "resurrected" was the moment. It was amazing. Everything was silent. The spotlight was ON. I LOVED IT.
- RIP that Lance Genny gaze tho 💀💀💀 RIGHT in front of Arthur's salad.
- Lancelot: this might be our only moment alone together I have to tell you---
Genny: DON'T.
OoOooOOoOOOoO the way I am RIPPING OUT MY SEAT CUSHION.
-Before I Gaze At You Again, my beloved. My underrated moment 💖💖
-WHEN KING ARTHUR TURNED HIS BACK TO THE AUDIENCE. AND DRAMATICALLY THREW HIS CAPE ON THE THRONE. THEN SAID "propositionnn....." THE WAY I WENT DEAD SILENT. THE WAY I HELD MY BREATH. HE WAS LIKE I AM OOOVERRRRRE THIS LOVE TRIANGLE SHIT. HE DID NOTTTT COME TO PLAY. WHERE THE F U C K WAS ANDREW BURNAP'S TONY NOM????
-Anyways hot girls know the Act 1 monologue is fire. It's MY Coachella. Zero regrets for screaming and clapping for that one.
- OK NOT ACT 2 OPENING WITH LANCELOT SINGING IN FRENCH AND GUINEVERE BEING SOOOOO OVER IT.
-Anyways If Ever I Would Leave You immaculate. Amazing. Spectacular. The best. Wow. Shout out to that woman in front of me who turned to her family and whispered " I know this one...."
-THE ALMOST HAND TOUCH oWuGh . 😩
- *Dramatic Mordred reveal*"I GUESS THE CHAINS OF WEDLOCK ARE SO HEAVY YOU NEED THREE PEOPLE TO CARRY IT" if it were up to me....that would be an applause moment.
- WHAT DO THE SIMPLE FOLK DO WHST DO THE SIMPLE FOLK DO OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MYGOD.
-first of all leading with calling Henny your business partner ARTHUR BUDDY WHAT ARE YOU ACTUALLY DOING?????
-Andrew Burnap literally RAMPED UP the teary eyes when he told Genny like "I know you get sad. Don't you ever want someone to talk to???" HE CHOSE VIOLENCE. ON ME.
-AND LIKE I WAS ON THE SIDE I HAD PERFECT VIEW OF PHILLIPA'S FACE. IT WAS SOSOSOSOSO HEART BREAKING
-AND LIKE THEY WEREN'T EVEN LOOKING AT EACH OFHER!!!!! THEY COULDN'T EVEN SEE HOW EMOTIONAL THEY BOTH GOT IN THAT MOMENT!!!!!! I AM SHOOTING MYSELF INTO SPACE. MOMENTS LIKE THIS ARE WHY I LIIIIIIIIVE FOR SHOW IN THE VIV BEAUMONT LIKE OH MY GOOOODDDD. THE LOVE IS THERE!!!!! THEY JUST CAN'T SEEEEE IT!!!!!!!!!!
-anyways their dance was so sweet. So playful. So lovely.
-When I heard his "Genny..." On the album I thought he was tired. Like "genny...plz no more verses of this song... 😮💨" BUT I WAS WRONG! THE FULL CONTEXT IS HIM JUST OPENLY HAVING A MOMENT OF PURE LOVE AND ENDEARMENT FOR GENNY. I'M
-MORDRED . WAITING IN THE BACK. FOR THINGS TO START GOING WELL ....BUT NOT TOO WELL BEFORE REVEALING THAT ARTHUR FINALLY GOT A LETTER FROM MORGAN LE FAY!!!!!!
-aND THEN DROPPING THAT LANCELOT IS GUARDING THE QUEEN THAT NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!
-OWUGHGOWUGHEOUWGEOWUGEGW NOT ARTHUR'S LONG PAUSE THEN "Ok......oK. OK. ok. This is fine. " Gjjdhdjshshsj
- FIE ON GOODNESS. WOW. WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS TO BE THE STAGING STAND OUT MOMENT BUT GODDAMN. IT'S AMAZING HOW THEY BUILD ON TENSION AND INTERWEAVE ALL THOSE SCENES. IT'S ALL HAPPENING IN THIS SCENE.
-The scene with Lance and Genny. Oh. MY LORD. The confession and moment where he finally admits he can't surpass being a human man. How that is the moment that I think Guinevere like is really really like "ohhh we about to do something stuff tonight" HE WAS GOING TO LEAVE after his shift gjdhhsh BUT THEN STARTED WHIPPING OUT THE FRNECH LOVE CONFESSIONS LIKE??!?!!!!! HE WAS INSANE FOR THAT ONE!!! LITERALLY. WHERE WAS THAT WHORE BEHAVIOR IN THE BIBLE???? "I SERVE GOD AND KING ARTHUR FIRST 😔" AND THEN HE PULLED THAT MOVE!!!! 🥴🥴🥴 I'M YELLING
-even though I like knew that was gonna happen. Like WHY DID THEIR KISS MAKE ME GASP?! Gjhdjshs THEY DID IT!!! THEY HAD SO MUCH TENSION. A R G H . anyways............. I'm gonna be respectful and not comment on the ressst of that scene 👀
- SCOTLAND. 🔥
-Anyways Morgan's scene is SO brief but like DAMN. She makes an impression. She is sO COOL. I'd actually kill for a cool fanfic about her and past with Arthur. When she said something about 'I can't wait for them to make all these scientific discoveries but like things won't change with humanity and I'd like to see your face when you make that realization ' (I'm so sososo so sorry that was AWFUL paraphrasing but like IT SLAMMED. AND AGAIN. ARTHUR WAS FACING OUR SIDE OF THE STAGE. HIS EXPRESSION. OHHHH BABYYYY)
-I LOVED YOU ONCE IN SILENCE WAS SUUUCHHHHHH A SCENE OH MY GOD. AND LIKE THEY CUT THE SONG SHORT???? WHY THE SCENE WAS SOSOSOSOS GOOD????
-Poor Lancelot tho. Rejected after it all. Like truly. Bestie. I'm sorry. This narrative hates you. Maybe you'll get nice things in my fanfiction 😔 his FAAAACEEE!!!!
-ANYWAYS WE NEEEED TO TALK ABOUT HOW LANCELOT DU LAC SLAPPED THE SHIT OUT OF MORDRED. LIKE TRULY LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR'D THAT CHILD WITH A BACKHAND. I GAGGED. IT WAS SOSOSOSO FUNNY I'M SORRY.
-Im not going to lie if there is one bad thing I will say, it is that I am SO disappointed with how Guenevere was staged. Like There is SO much going on in that song, but not much going on onstage. And with how well they did Fie On Goodness like I was low key gooped with how weak the staging for Guenevere was sorry.
-Anyways when Pelly says "I know I'm an old man and I know I'm ridiculous" like I 🥺🥺🥺🥺"BUT IT'S GENNY" like then he folded over and started crying like oh my god 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺noooooo
- if you made it this far congratz there's still so much more because oh my god that last scene
- The deep sadness that just hangs over these scenes oh my goD.
- The the the the the the 🥺🥺🥺 the way Lancelot and Arthur have to bitterly come to terms that they are now warring enemies and they can't guarantee either's protection, and they know they'll have to kill each other's men like 💔
- NOT GENNY'S HORNY ASS GETTING SENT TO A CONVENT. SHE ONLY we can only hope GOT ONE CHANCE TO CUM AFTER ALL THAT??!?!!!! YOU CAN'T MAKE HER A NUN!!! NOOOOOOO!!!
-Anyways THE I ALWAYS LOVED YOU SCENE COMES WITH TOO MANY BANGER QUOTES I DON'T THINK I CAN GET THEM ALL.
Arthur: For what it's worth I've always loved you
Genny: 😤 FOR. WHAT. IT'S. WORTH????
(Valid girl)
-But then.... I loved you too when you sang that sssssssstupid song about the weather 🥺🥺🥺🥺💔💔💔💖💖💖
-THE HUG. THAT HUG WAS SO HEART BREAKING. THAT WAS A GOOD FUCKINGGF HUG.
-not YOU NEED TO LEAVE I CAN'T LET LANCE SAVE YOU TWICE. 🥺
-AND THEN RUNNING IN FOR THAT FINAL KISS THANK FUCKING GODDDDD!!!!!!
-But then Arthur sitting in defeat with his sad floppy bangs after :((( THEN LIGHTING UP WHEN THE KID MENTIONS THE ROUND TABLE OH 🥺💖
-GREAT FUCKING SHOW. I LOVE IT THROUGH IT ALL. IT WAS BI4BI4BI. HIT THE SHOWERS BESTIESSSS!!!!
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Watching you dancing in your platform shoes
You look so pretty in these reds and blues
Baby, please, I know we're diving deep
And you can barely breathe
I'm scared completely that you'll up and leave me
Is it worth this feeling?
Who are we kidding?
That night in Milwaukee
Was already starting
Your hair in my mouth
Pull me down to the couch
Oh, I want you right now
And everyone tells me
My heart beats for nothing
But something is changing
I've still got that ring that you let me wear
In that haunted swimming pool, I know you felt me there
You'll win this hide, don't try to change my mind
I feel so sure this time
Standing in just your t-shirt
I know that this will hurt
If you let go of me first
Who was I kidding?
That night in Milwaukee
You already had me
Your hair in my mouth
Pull me down to the couch
Oh, I want you right now
I want you right now
And everyone tells me
My heart beats for nothing
But something is changing
Standing in just your t-shirt
Something is changing
If you let go of me first
Something is changing
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@karatecaulfield back to making the lesbians little graphics and such!!!
Actually posting it is my birthday present to myself XD I just turned 26!!! This just in: Getting old isn't actually that scary. It might be when my health starts failing and whatnot, but for now I am vibing. Might finally get a job soon, too, so I can now shitpost without worrying about money constantly!!!
Also YO I MADE THIS AGES AGO BUT I NEVER POSTED BECAUSE I KEPT OBSESSING OVER THE PERFECT RUBY RING HELP
Truly what has obsessing over a couple of rich lesbians done to me akanhdusygduyis
Do you know how much I would've cared about finding the perfect picture of a ruby ring 3 years ago??? 0%. YasMoon has forever altered me. There's no going back to who I once was.
I still debated myself for a long-ass time because like. I was like is that TOO much red nail polish??? Should I crop it out in the middle left pic??? Is it more symbolically poetic or whatever if only YASMINE has flashy red nail polish??? Is she the only one between them who gets to act like a showy tropical bird doing a mating dance??? But then I was like nah...wearing matching nail polish is 4000% one of those coupley-things-we're-gonna-pass-off-as-best-friend-things Yasmine and Moon would definitely do. And they both look damn good in it, so. Fuck it!!! They went matchy matchy to their secret hotel date!!!
So I got kind of obsessed with the idea of a YasMoon songfic based on Wisconsin Ave by Kailee Morgue, where basically Yasmine secretly books a nice hotel room the night after her 15th birthday (so pre-show!) so she and Moon can have a night to themselves and finally be free to do whatever they want! I've mentioned it in previous posts, but I am like. VERY certain these two were messing around backstage during (and before) Season 1, and the idea is so JUICY that I sadly am coming up with plot bunnies about it faster than I can write them D:
For whatever reason, Wisconsin Ave is the one that keeps chewing on me like a brain worm, and may in fact become a full-length songfic one of these days ^^; So naturally, to tide me over until then, I sated this desire the only way I know how...
MOODBOARDS AND FICLETS BAYBEE
This moodboard goes with this, this, this, and this! (Might make Daze Inn its own moodboard too, if I REALLY can't Find My Chill with these things ^^;) Tangentially related, but Yasmine's blue dress at the beginning of the Halloween episode in S1 was SUCH an underrated look. Like I don't care if it was supposed to be slutty or whatever!!! It served!!! I miss her skimpy little outfits tbh, the girl can have a redemption arc without having to dress "modest" like the good girls ;_____; Let her dress like a slut!!! This is her holy divine right as a woman!!!
Also they definitely underwater kissed in that hotel pool. I know, I was there, they told me themselves--
In any case, Moon would absolutely see Yas spinning around in that dress in a pair of stylish platform heels and just be so fucking gone for her. I love imagining it as this sweet, blissful moment of butterflies in her stomach and the unique euphoria of young love...and then reality comes crashing down seconds later and Moon is like "oh, I am fucked." Because all they get is this one perfect night--one night to be themselves and love each other the way they want to and let loose and do whatever they want...and then they have to go home. They have to go back under the watchful eyes of parents and classmates and snotty neighbors and everyone else who they have to hide from.
And Moon has to wonder. What if this this little arrangement between--this affection limited only to where no one can see--gets to be too much for Yasmine? What if she starts wanting someone she can show off? Love in the open? Take home to her parents?
...a boy?
And she lives in that fear. She lives in the fear that Yasmine could snatch away everything they have on a moment's notice and leave her behind to pursue something a little less...complicated.
She feels it all night--watching Yasmine dance, kissing her on the suite couch, wearing the ring Yasmine got as a birthday gift with their feet dangling in the Universal Studios Hilton pool that some kid supposedly drowned in. Waking up in Yasmine's shirt the next morning.
Knowing that she's Yasmine's, whether she wants to be or not. Moon is in too deep to pull herself away now.
The other girls in their group sneer at her. They see how she looks at Yasmine. They know the admiration in her eyes go beyond platonic.
And they hate her, because she's the only one that Yasmine gives any of that back to. She's The Favorite. The right-hand Beta Bitch. Unquestionably second in their lunch table's pecking order. She calls the shots far more than any of the other girls are allowed.
Not that Moon feels the need to call shots. But it's still a privilege not afforded to the girls who throw snide, passive-aggressive comments her way.
It'd bother Moon more if Yasmine actually gave a shit. But their "friends" are irrelevant to the queen bee beyond how good they can make the table look to the rest of the school.
Harper Moreno confronts her one time. Corners Moon on the way to history class--a class she notably doesn't share with Yasmine.
"I know you want Yasmine." Harper doesn't mince words. "I see you over there, leering at her all lunch. You're wasting your time."
"I don't--"
"No use lying about it." Harper's eyes flash coldly. "You really think you're the only one of us who's ever wanted to fuck her? You're not special, Moon."
Moon sways on her feet, caught off-guard.
"Did you ever...?"
"Not me, no. But I know others who have."
Yasmine would tell her Harper's trying to get the better of her. Work her up until she loses her composure and gives Harper the kind of undignified reaction she wants. Something she can get Aubrey or Jenna--probably hiding somewhere in a nearby crowd--to stealthily record and put on her Instagram story.
Something to bring her down so Harper can fill the now-vacant spot of Yasmine's second-in-command.
Moon isn't going to have it.
"You don't know me," she says coldly. "You don't know her. I matter to her in a way you don't."
It's a cruel thing to say. Yasmine would approve.
So much of what Moon does hinges on that these days.
Moon doesn't like the conniving smile Harper gives her. The way the other girl steps forward, putting only a few inches between them before leaning forward and hissing in her ear.
"It's all for nothing, you know. Your little crush. Yasmine will throw you away once she's done with you, just like she does with everyone."
As Harper saunters off, she throws one last sneer over her shoulder.
"I've known her since middle school, by the way. I've learned by now you don't get attached. Maybe you should wise up, too."
Most everyone else she talked to told her something similar. Her mom warned her away even more strongly.
"I went to high school with that type of girl too, Moonchild. They'll break your heart. Plain and simple."
But on the morning after Yasmine's 15th, looking at herself in a hotel mirror clad in Yasmine's clothes...
Moon has her doubts.
After all, it's not just any girl Yasmine invites for a private getaway in a luxury room. And if the loose Paris t-shirt hanging off her, the ruby ring still on her bedside table, and the bright red nail polish Yasmine picked solely to match Moon's are any indication...
Yasmine seems to have gotten pretty tangled up herself.
And something is shifting. The way Yasmine's sprawled out on the bed with her hair a rumpled mess on the pillows, drool trailing from her mouth...
It's imperfection she's never dared show before. Every past time she and Moon screwed around, one always fled before the morning came.
Now here Yasmine is, messy and flawed and laying it all bare for Moon to see. Trusting Moon with it.
It feels like the beginning of something.
Not the beginning of a "real" relationship. Moon isn't that naive.
But the beginning of Yasmine considering what they have is deeper than she planned?
That Moon can hope for.
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(This is Harper btw)
I gave her a personality and a backstory!!! She fucking sucks and I'm very excited to write more of her being a menace <3
I do fr wonder about the other girls at Yasmine and Moon's S1 table. Like who are they??? Did they really all just ditch tf out of Yasmine after the wedgie incident??? Why did Yasmine deem them in particular worthy of the Rich Girl Clique, but only sometimes (since it's different extras at the lunch table in different scenes)???? Anyways, I imagine they prolly were passive-aggressive terrors to Moon because of all the blatant favoritism and special treatment she got from the Alpha Bitch. There was so totally inner bullying going on in that clique, and someday!!! I will write about it more than anyone ever asked for!!!
Anyways!!! More posts about Best Lesbians coming soon :3 As always, moodboard pic credits available upon request!
#yasmoon#yasmine x moon#moon x yasmine#aesthetic#moodboard#yasmine cobra kai#moon cobra kai#cobra kai#cobra kai season 1#(or pre season 1 anyways)#femslash#wlw#lesbian
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Jimin as your boyfriend
The way I want to give jimin the biggest hug. This is also a part of my BTS As Your Boyfriend series so check out the rest! 💕
Contains: mentions of sex, jimin being cute asf
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When you meet-
Meeting park jimin could go one of two ways
Sexy or sweet, take your pick
If he's feelin sexy that night he'll 100% flirt with you endlessly until he gets your number
But if he's feeling sweet he would politely ask you for your number like the gentleman he is
When you finally arrange a time to go out on a date, he will legit spend hours getting ready
Like he doesn't even know you that well but he has a "What if I meet my soulmate?" kinda attitude
Therefore he spends wayyyy to much time getting ready
Not that your complaining
Bc he's park jimin and now he looks fine asf and you don't know how to react to his hotness
He would be really indecisive on what to do for your date as well
He wants to be careful of his public image but also give you the time you deserve
So he'd settle for a pretty secluded first few dates
As he's said himself, a walk on the beach would be nice
But he'd also love picnics
He's the type to find little imperfections in you and love them more than the other qualities
For example, if you have a weird laugh, or crooked teeth, he would find it so endearing and admire those features most about you
I'm just gonna be straightforward tho
Jimin loves sex
Like he doesn't actually give a shit about being traditional and waiting til marriage
Yall are fucking early on
unless you say otherwise, he'll wait if you want him to (he'll still be impatient tho)
And it's not that he only wants you for sex
It's that he wants you to be his girlfriend so damn bad that he feels like he needs to just claim every inch of your body
He's also an extremely physically affectionate person, but I have a feeling his cock is very sensitive
So all the cuddles, and touches and kisses he wants sometimes lead to his detriment and make him a horny boy
But your both still new to this whole relationship so he doesn't want to overload you with his dick (yet.)
When you start dating-
You're so passionate about each other.
He can't stop kissing you, hugging you and doing all these cute couple things
He loves taking you out on fancy dates so he can see you all dressed up for him. He's all cute smiles and giggles
And then he rips it all off and yall fuck. Again. 💀
He's actually so obsessive as well. He takes days off of work and does nothing but stay at home in bed with you
He's also a mess 💀
You make him blush, and sweat and his heart pounds
But he really likes it when you walk around the house naked
I can see him making out with you passionately for soooooo long
And he's so good at it too 😍
Those lips have been many places during your relationship
His ideal day with you would probably consist of waking you up with kisses everywhere. Then making you breakfast, which he brings to you in bed. Then he wants to shower with you (you can guess what happens in there). And a lot of times, he'll want to go straight back to bed after and cuddle with you naked until dinner time. Then he orders a pizza and you eat it together while watching a movie. You'd fall asleep on the couch together, wrapped up in the blankets
Another thing he likes to do is change your clothes.
You need to get dressed? Let him strip off your pajamas and pull you into some new clothes
Finally, he loves to be pampered,
Due to his past insecurities, we all know he has the biggest praise kink in the whole entire world so this comes as no surprise
Massage his back, or his legs, run your fingers through his hair, all of those things make him feel so good
Okay the very last thing I have to say about jimin is just in general what a sweet and thoughtful person he is, he will always put you first and he wants to experience so many things with you, his heart can't contain all of his joy that you chose to be with him.
please treat him with care, he's had a long journey and has a fragile heart ❤
#jimin#park jimin#bts reactions#bts#jimin fanfic#jimin scenarios#scenarios#boyfriend#bts scenarios#jimin smut
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THOUGHTS WHILE WATCHING GILMORE GIRLS: SEASON 1/EPISODE 14/That Damn Donna Reed
This episode, for its mixed bag of awful and delightful events, did give us this iconic exhange.
Lorelai: "Did you come bearing pizza?"
Dean: "I'm not an idiot."
Round of applause for Dean Forrester, everybody! We all know Jess was the only one of Rory's boyfriends who ever gave Lorelai attitude!
If Dean Forrester were a food, what would he be?
He would be a salad consisting of nothing but a pile of iceberg lettuce, no dressing, no additional vegetables, and no toppings.
Let's all glare at Dean this way at the same time, with our powers combined maybe he'll just, like, dissolve.
Luke has had to put up with Taylor, Kirk, and Lorelai day in and day out for years, not to mention Jess, and somehow he's never killed anyone. That we know of. There must be an award we can give him for that.
The Many Pained Faces Of Luke Danes:
We also get Lorelai's iconic "Grab your brush and grab your rollers" song in this episode so at least there's that.
This episode is the debut of the Town Troubador.
Oh fiddle dee dee gee whillikers, I nearly forgot, among his other stellar qualities Dean also has such enlightened views about women.
Shut the fuck up Dean Forrester. Shut the fuck up. SHUT UP.
Dean: "Please tell me how we got into an argument about the Donna Reed show?"
*rewinds tape*
Episode 14, 10:24, Dean Forrester, and I quote: "Thursday's always busy. A lot of "oppressed housewives" are out shopping for their husband's dinner."
Rory: "It's not just cooking for her husband, the whole concept of a woman's main point in life being to serve someone else is ridiculous."
Dean Garbage Face: "Well, maybe there are two points of view here."
Dean would grow up to be one of those internet trolls who posts horrible sexist shit on Facebook and says "lighten up, it's just a joke, there are two points of view here" when he sees there are 146 angry replies from women.
Rory: It was a pretty weird joke to hear coming out of your mouth.
Is it really? He's just starting to show his true colors.
Oh man, that car was SO close to mowing him down and splattering him on the pavement. God damn it. Just another few feet.
Dean Garbage Face: You just feel that way because your mother feels that way.
Rory: So I have no opinions of my own? Then I guess I'll be just the kind of girl you like.
Dean Garbage Face: Siiigh *rolls eyes* I didn't mean that.
Shut up, shut up, shut up, I hate you so much. You are the worst character in the history of television. I hope a display of watermelons falls on you at Doose's and flattens you.
"My mom used to make dinner for my dad every day before she started working. Now she even does it on the weekends. What does it say about her?" That your poor mother surely regrets the broken condom accident that is speaking right now.
Lorelai: You know what the remedy for a long day is? A ringside seat while Luke envisions strangling me with his baseball cap.
Kinky.
YES! YESSsss. IT'S THE THE DEBUT OF THE TOMATOS SIGN!!!!!!
The correct spelling is "tomatoes".
That board with the glaring spelling error does not change for several seasons (the sign is mostly hidden in s4, I can't remember s5, and it's been replaced with a new board by s6)
I am OBSESSED with TOMATOS SIGN. I will make note of its presence many, many times in the future. It's my favorite side character. Just chilling back there for five seasons not really causing any fuss or drama.
Luke Danes and his secret shames. He can't spell and he serves Folgers.
"We're here to tell you that "tomatoes" is spelled incorrectly."
Apricot!!!!!
Ooh, I'm so excited for L&L's painting party. The sexual tension is just delicious. Thought they'd end up fucking behind the counter.
#Edging #Dillhoffer
Yessssss.
Yessssss.
Yesss. #Hammer #Screw #Driver #Head
No, no, please. #SPRUCEIT
*long, sexually tense silence as they stare into each other's eyes*
Sexual tension is so much hotter to witness than people actually having sex. Period.
On the flip side, it's also incredibly frustrating.
L&L: *adjusts shirts as they both stand up from the floor* *both short of breath* "uh,I should go." "Uh. So. It's uh, gonna be great." "Yeah I'm sure it is." "See ya."
DAMN IT.
Well, that was the worst Almost Had Sex On The Floor Behind The Counter At A Diner porno I've ever seen.
Hehehehe. #GetInThere
Dean calling Rory: "I didn't know if you still wanted me to come over. I'm right outside." Sounding like a god damn serial killer and not the sexy kind.
Bleh. Any time Rory wears a costume, it feels sooo weird and cringy.
My friend said, where did she find that dress on such short notice? And not to mention, matching shoes? Who has orange heels laying around? This is a very good question.
This entire scene as a whole is so fucking embarrassing. Ugh, I will try to suffer through it. Again. This nonsense isn't actually Dean's fault (NOT to forgive him for his earlier comments, and I'm NOT pulling the Dean Card), because it was entirely Rory, who maybe bumped her head or something and went a little off the deep end with this mindbogglingly stupid idea.
Three words for you Rory: Poison his food. It doesn't have to kill him. Maybe just a laxative or something. Why won't you listen to me, Rory?
This show is interesting, because as someone who was the same age as Rory when this show was airing, there was no way any of us knew or cared who Donna Reed was, while other teen shows at the time were trying to be cool and use modern pop culture references. Not that they don't have any modern references at all in this show, it's something of a mix, I guess. But focusing an entire episode around an old show from the 50's is interesting.
No, you're just a sexist prick. Go fall in some quicksand.
Luke and Lorelai finding Rory wearing this ridiculous dress is SO embarrassing.
Lorelai: "You're 16 and you have the whole house to yourself for the evening, I expect you're going to have your boyfriend over."
Yeah, it's okay when it's Dean, but when Jess was merely going to PICK RORY UP IN HIS CAR TO TAKE HER TO HER GRANDMOTHER'S HOUSE, IT WAS THE FOCUS OF AN ENTIRE EPISODE OF LORELAI FRETTING AND TRYING TO PREVENT JESS FROM COMING INTO THE HOUSE WHERE HE WOULD SURELY BANG HER DAUGHTER iMMEDIATELY UPON SETTING FOOT INSIDE.
We haven't gotten to the "It's okay for teenagers to kiss in the dark" line either.
Fuck.
What is that loud grinding sound?
Oh, that's just me gritting my teeth over Lorelai's Dean/Jess Hypocrisy. Carry on...
That's what I said! (about Rory's idea).
Props again to whoever designed the food on this show. It looks amazing as always.
How could this episode get worse?
Oh no...oh no..oh no no no....
I thought we had more time.
The rest of season 1 I will have to suffer through both Dean and Crustypher. Damn it all to hell.
Rory: This is great! What are you doing here?
Crustypher: I came here to see you! *picks her up in a big hug*
Rory and Jess' reactions to encountering their no good deadbeat fathers are...different.
The Good: Apricot (a feline icon). Stella (bird icon). Luke's iconic moods. Iconic scene of L&L's sexual tension in the diner. Iconic Tomatos sign. Iconic "it's a religion" exchange. Iconic painting song.
The Bad: Dean's "enlightened" views on women. The first appearance of Crustypher. Rory serving Dean. Lorelai's infuriating Dean/Jess hypocrisy.
The Meh: Dean eats a salad that matches his personality. Rory wearing a costume is embarrassing.
The New: The Town Troubador. L&L's sexual tension. Tomatos sign. Crustypher.
The Confusing: Where did Rory find that ridiculous Donna Reed dress in the span of one evening?
#gilmore girls#rory gilmore#lorelai gilmore#luke danes#Denise Rewatches Gilmore Girls#Gilmore Girls Season 1#That Damn Donna Reed#Anti Dean Forrester#Dean Forrester Should Be Consumed By Man Eating Wasps#Dean Forrester should be sacrificed to a volcano#Jess Mariano#my heart was shattering for my fictional baby rewatching that last scene
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Hello! I saw your match-ups were open and I wanted to submit one! For starters, I'd like all the boys to be inn consideration.
Now, I'm gender fluid and demi romantic, though I typically just say MLM! I tend to present more femininely, but I have my days. I have a head canon that I'd just use magic to present super masc as I wanted too, because it'd be fucking hilarious.
I'm an ENFP, more of an Ambivert really, and I'm a Virgo Sun, Taurus Moon, Scorpio Rising, and Leo Venus. I was born in September!
Now, I'm very excitable, and have a tendency to overreact. It's due to my ADHD and Bipolar Disorder. Though, I'm seen as a really happy person. I'm very kind, and polite! I see myself as a caring and nurturing person who sometimes gets a little weird... but my friends nicknames for me consist mainly of old-man freak! So. I have a tendency to go a little overboard when talking to people I'm comfortable with. I'm also very insecure of my weight and such.
I am absolutely obsessed with yoga. I attend classes and such. I also like to go to the gym, mainly for lifting and cardio. I'm very strong! I also have a huge thing for cooking! I prefer to make meat products due to the overdoing things, as I over season non-meat things sometimes. I also really like baking, I just have a hard time eating so many sweets. Listening to music or trash TV while I do this is so much fun.
I adore kids! Not liking kids would absolutely be a deal breaker for me... I don't want a HUGE family, but I want more than 2 kids! I'm studying to be a teacher as well.
When I get insecure, I tend to absorb mylaef into my interests. I like reading a lot, and I love movies. I'm a huge movie buff, and watch many nostalgic movies! Little Monsters, Drop Dead Fred, ect. I'm not an 80s' kid, but I was raised by my aunt, who was. I watch my comfort shows, my comfort movies, and read my favorite books. Or, I watch a good movie and read the book it's based off! Right now I'm reading The Count of Monte Cristo because I watched the movie! I also tend to be into childish things, like cartoon movies.
I dress in a variety of styles, and always try and make it fun. Sometimes, I can be wearing purple spandex shorts and 7 inch sparkly pink platforms with heart buckles, the next I'm running through the woods with no shoes on, and a flowy brown skirt with a orange crop top. I've been described as a Golden Retriever friend, and a free spirt. Many people think I'm stupid, but I'm actually really smart... and I'm terribly jealous of my younger sister because she's everything I'm not.
Sorry if this is a lot! I just really like obey me-
Omg!!!! You actually know your venus!! Thank you for that 🥰🤭💕
So your Venus in Leo tells me you are very lively, devoted, and passionate. When you're in love, you give all of yourself to your lover and expect the same in return.
Your Taurus Moon tells you are very compassionate and determined, but also aren't a big fan of change.
Your Scorpio Rising tells me that you can often find your guard up with new people to some degree, but when lowered, people see just how charming, passionate, and loyal you are. There is so much about you that others have to invest time in to see and it's always worth it.
Your Virgo Sun tells me you are also very practical and want to be helpful to those around you.
The rest of your information tells me you are very family oriented, keep active, and love nostalgia (then again, who doesn't lol)
With all of this in mind, three of the Boys pop up as potential choices, two being Diavolo and Asmodeus. However,
I pair you with...
Beelzebub
He is the ultimate family man. Like, as soon you feel you're ready for it, make this man a Daddy right away! He has so much love to give and he can tell you do too. Even before you two have kids, I can imagine him being so soft and cuddly with you, nuzzling your cheek or neck before whispering in your ear about how beautiful your heart is and that you'd be an amazing parent and how he just can't wait for that day 🥺😭💕💕💕
Outside of that cutesy parent stuff, I can see you two going to the gym together and Beel would even try yoga with you! He'd be pretty clumsy at it in the beginning, but I can see him enjoying it and keeping at it so it can be another activity that you two can do together.
You being such a lively and passionate person with him always brings a smile to his face, causing him to want to express just as much passion back at you 🥰
Beel will be just as devoted to you as you are to him and I can really see you two being this cute, healthy couple whose always taking caring of one another💕💕💕
But seriously, make this man a Daddy. It's practically a crime that he isn't one already lol
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The Vampire Diaries, Ep. 1x01
Pilot
they did not name the pilot, but that's okay, most shows don't. however, sometimes pilot works for a show, sometimes it means something more than 'we are in hollywood and they didn't want us to name this thing.' for instance, in one of the (many) soft reboots of doctor who in recent years, for season 10, the final season of peter capaldi as the twelfth doctor, the first episode is called the pilot. the pilot is a character in that story, has a meaning. there is no pilot in the vampire diaries. from the very beginning, this show is pilot-less. it does not seem like any of the characters are driving the plot. unlike similar shows, like teen wolf and buffy the vampire slayer, there is not a choice in this episode that makes it clear that our protagonist(s) have agency over the things that happen to them. there is no 'body in the woods,' body of water or otherwise. there is no rush towards the graveyard after a girl we barely know. there is just a girl and her sometimes ridiculously overwrought diary.
i want to take a moment to discuss my history with vampires. simply put, i'm obsessed. i watched buffy the vampire slayer in high school and it fundamentally change me (for better and worse). i think about vampires a lot. i talk about vampires a lot. my classmates are not always very receptive to this as we are in grad school for physics and most physicists do not talk about vampires loudly in the office every day for months. i am more interesting than most physicists (i like to think.) i will compare the vampire diaries to buffy many times. i think many of those times will make tvd look bad. i have also seen teen wolf. teen wolf changed me too. when i watched the first episode of tvd, i thought 'he's so derek hale' about damon. then i realized that derek hale is so damon. this will not be the last time this happens, i am sure.
i have not seen the vampire diaries before. i have multiple friends who are obsessed with it, so it's not like i know nothing, but i'm coming to this from a position of familiarity with vampires, not these vampires. my immediate goal is to learn the rules of this particular set. it is not as easy as i would like.
full disclosure here: i watched this episode about two weeks ago. i just read a summary of what happens in this episode specifically because, unlike buffy, like teen wolf, tvd thus far exists in an unbroken stream in my mind. individual episodes are not distinct from each other, not units of meaning, simply dependent clauses in the runon sentence of this season. but we'll come back to that at the end of the season, probably.
dear god, so much stuff happens in this episode. i'm not going to talk about all of it. we are introduced to elena, who should have a cooler last name than gilbert. she is played by nina dobrev who is quite hot. she dresses like i did in elementary school (i was in elementary school when this episode premiered.) i find it very unnerving. we are then introduced to an absolute glut of characters who are hard to distinguish between and also incredibly difficult to remember (especially the men). no one looks the age they theoretically are. notably in the fucking revolving door of characters who pop out of the woodwork to assault me with their two thousand nine fashion, we meet bonnie. i like bonnie. she has prophetic visions and will become a witch. i was told i would like bonnie before i started watching this show. my best friend was correct. i love bonnie. i am more interested in her than anyone else. nevertheless, she, like all the other teenage characters, behaves in a way that i'm pretty sure american high schoolers didn't, even in two thousand nine. why was there such a big blowout party in the middle of the fucking woods with beautiful lanterns everywhere. (props to tvd for being able to light scenes well, even when they are in in-universe darkness. it is much better than some more recent shows i know.)
we also meet two vampires. they are obviously vampires, even if i didn't know about stefan and damon before just by virtue of having been a teenage girl when this show was coming out (to reconcile this time statement with earlier statements about my age, this show ran for eight seasons.) both of them are incredibly creepy. the only difference in how i felt about them after the pilot is that one of them is creepy and hasn't bitten a teenage girl in this episode and one of them is creepy and has bitten a teenage girl in this episode. stefan is currently my favorite (the non-biter. i like my 'good' vampires to do consensual biting.) i still not care for stefan all that much.
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Keith and Mira's weird relationship and why it's sus™ af: a powerpoint presentation by me ✨
Mira's obsession with her brother is as clear as day, but season 2 decides to take it a step further by sprinkling in some incestuous undertones to their interactions and the way their relationship is perceived. It's not as blatant in some cases while others will make you question the nature of their relationship for sure.
I'd say the first time people start to notice is when this picture was shown on Keith's laptop in episode 7. I don't think I'm exaggerating when I say you could show this to someone who hadn't watched the show and they would probably think Keith and Mira were dating.
Flowers framing the two of them, Mira with her hand on her brother's chest, a bouquet of flowers in her other hand as Keith stares at her blushing face? There are tons of different ways this shot could've been drawn that wouldn't look nearly as suspect.
Speaking of Mira blushing, she tends to do that a lot around Keith.
Mira is mostly shipped with Dan and Ace and yet, the only time she blushed around either of them was in episode 37, during a scene that was cut from the English dub. There are a couple of characters in this show who have siblings but Mira's the only one who acts like this around hers.
Next up is episode 21 aka. the weirdest fucking episode of them all.
The atmosphere during the first part of the dinner scene is unmistakably romantic, especially when Spectra removes his mask and says Mira's name. The way he talks and behaves around Mira in this episode is just 💀Even if he was trying to manipulate Mira into joining his cause, that doesn't change the fact that he was doing it by encouraging something between them.
Spectra gifted Mira a dress to wear during their private dinner and then expressed disappointment when she didn't wear it during their battle. You can't explain this away at all, that's weird. Whether or not the dress was used as a ploy in order to manipulate Mira's feelings for him, he clearly enjoyed watching her wear it. That's why he's not wearing anything fancy for the dinner himself, because the dress was also for his viewing pleasure. He was feasting his eyes on her in it, so to speak.
That's not even mentioning how 'the villain gifts the heroine a nice dress and invites her to have dinner with him' is a typically romantic-coded trope in media.
Fun fact, the preview for episode 21 is the only preview in season 2 to feature a different music track. Every other preview uses the same track called 'bakugan battle brawlers' except for episode 20's preview of the next episode. The bgm used in that preview is the same one used during the dinner scene and it's called 'the door to ruin' 💀
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Next are the things that are a little more hidden but still add to the overall pile of evidence.
I've previously looked to flowers for clues on when Shun's birthday could be, and concluded that it was in May due to the vase containing roses and Japanese pink hydrangeas in Shiori's hospital room. Those flowers are typically given to mothers on Mother's Day in Japan.
So once again, I looked to flower language since the flower vase in the middle of the dinner table was emphasized during Mira and Spectra's meal (but cut from the English dub.)
Moreover, I've also looked to song lyrics.
The highlighted parts are ones that I find to be highly relating to Keith and Mira. If you look at the song as a whole, it sounds very tender and romantic.
And it's not the only reference.
Again, romantic lyrics related to Mira and Keith.
And finally, the jealous teammates closest to these two.
Gus was salty about Mira the entire time she was with Spectra and Ace likewise couldn't accept Keith right away and everyone called him out for being jealous.
Also TV tropes seem to sense something amiss with Mira and Keith too lol
Personally I don't really care about whether it was completely one-sided or reciprocated or what have you, I just want it to be acknowledged that this isn't normal sibling behavior and the show was trying to paint their relationship in some type of way 💀Um, I guess thanks for coming to my ted talk lol
#bakugan#keith fermin#spectra phantom#mira fermin#cw incest#take a shot every time i call them weird
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