#ungodly excited screeching
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the movies called lisa frankenstein (great name) but the woman isnt the monster? and there are no lisa frank stickers anywhere?? why not just spit in my face in person and save the money
#ungodly screeching#just found out abt this movie and the sheer rapidity of my excitement vs immediate disappointment would give a moose whiplash
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......ok........
i think my cicada rampage is over now
#i feel i must apologize#but those bad bug boys really got me motivated now#my reblog rampage is over but my excitement is not#i look at some bugs and now i feel an immense urge to make ungodly screeching noises of love and excitement because I JUST LOVE THEM SO MUC
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Love when something exciting happens and my whole body shakes and I emit a noise only dogs can hear
#crow rambles#stimming#sometimes I flap when really excited but usually it’s like whole body tremors and ungodly screeching
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Hii can u do gp reader x minji like doing it after minji performance?
hii ofc! i hope you enjoy !! <3
pairing: idol!minji x gp!reader
genre: smut, fluff
you sit in the dressing room alone, waiting for your girlfriend’s group to come back from their music bank stage. they were promoting their ep "get up" which was a massive success.
massive success meaning minji had to stay away from you for longer than you wanted. but, that was all figured out since you decided to surprise her after being away from her for about a week.
after about five minutes, minji comes in, her face all sweaty. minji's tired expression changes to a soft, excited one. "oh my gosh! hi!" she exclaims, pulling you into a big hug. "hi, baby." you muffle into her right shoulder.
she pulls you out of the embrace first before locking her lips with yours. groans slip out of your mouth while whimpers come out of minji's. her body slumps down onto one of the waiting room couches, her hands rushing to pull her white shirt and matching skirt off.
you pepper her clothed cunt with kitten licks, but, she gets a handful of your hair. she tugs, "no teasing. please, i need you." before you can pull down her soaked panties, she does it before you.
minji moans due to the contact from the cold air in the room meeting with her needy clit. your breath hitching over her. as you finally dive your head into her thighs, your groans create deep vibrations into her which lead to minji's lewd moans blabbering out of her mouth.
minji's mannerisms were so hot to you, causing you to grind your hard cock on the floor beneath you. she grinds her pussy against your face, making your tongue slip deeper into her folds. "ah fuck, feels so good." she whines, hands toying with her bra straps while she squirms around on the couch.
minji's toes were practically curled all the way at this point. you were eating her cunt so well, she felt like she was on cloud 9. "I'm so close, babe." she yelps, feeling her orgasm near.
you decide to add your fingers to this sloppy mix, using your middle and index finger to make her orgasm come quicker. your tongue was slurping up all her juices while your fingers fuck her at an ungodly pace.
there were tears coming to minji's eyes at this point. "fuck!" she cries out, finally feeling the euphoria of her orgasm. after regaining her blurred vision, minji sees you still grinding against the floor.
"mm, are you still horny?" she asks, wanting to satisfy you just as well as you did to her. she guides you up from the floor, taking off your shirt when you land on the couch.
minji kisses you for a few more moments before finally taking off your boxers, leaving you bare. she changes her position, getting on all fours. "i-i'm clean." she mutters, giving you the "okay" signal.
you enter minji from behind, both of you guys letting out some kind of noise to let the other know how good it felt. you place your hand on minji's lower back, rocking her back and forth.
she yelps after feeling your cold hand on her, eventually getting used to the temperature. her breasts were slapping against her chest. you could watch the sight for hours, but for now you had to act like you weren't staring when she looks back at you, making sure you felt just as good as her.
the lewd squelching and slapping noises fill up the room, also joining in harmony with her moans and screeches. your hand lets go of her back, letting her fuck herself against you.
minji struggles for a few seconds before getting the hand of it, her head buried into the side of the couch. your fingers tangle up in her hair, pulling it with every thrust created by her hips.
her cunt clenched against your cock, leading you to snap and fuck your hips into her harder, desperate for both of your releases. "are you close?" you ask. she nods and lets out a whine. "mm, ok. cum with me baby, 'want to stuff you full." you groan.
her thrusts against your pelvis slow down. "f-fuck!" she yelps, both of your orgasms washing over at the same time. you remove your cock after cumming inside her walls, loose seed oozing out. minji collapses on the dirty couch, her face coated in sweat.
"i-i think we should go home now and wash up, don't you think?"
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#newjeans#newjeans minji#nwjns#minji imagines#minji smut#kim minji#minji x reader#minji#newjeans imagines#minji scenarios#kim minji smut
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Okay my reptile brain finally identified new ep Hua Cheng as Hua Cheng and I returned to my true form -
Screeching ungodly from excitement every time I remember bits of the episode with him
look at him go
precious
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heyyy hi im going absolutely batshit bonkers
okay so imagine this right
youre me, you find a couple pieces of art of your favorite ship in the sort of au you ADORE, and so naturally you go a little crazy over it because OH MY GOD it works so well for that duo and you need more content, you scour ao3 searching for a fic, only to find NOTHING this is JUST fanart and NOT a fic and you think its so joever
BUT THEN
BUT THEN
MIRACULOUSLY, AS THOUGH THE GODS THEMSELVES HEARD YOUR PRAYER
YOUR FAVORITE FIC AUTHOR IN THE FANDOM (THATS YOU. BY THE WAY.) IS WORKING ON THE OFFICIAL AU FIC.
IM. IM GONNA FUCKIGN EXPLODE YOU HAVE NO IDEA. IM ACTUALLY SO INSANE ABOUT THIS I CANT EVEN PRETEND TO BE NORMAL ABOUT THIS YOU HAVE NO IDEA.
AND ITS SO. ITS SO FUCKING GOOD. ITS SO GOOD IM GRABBING YOU AND SHAKING YOU ITS SO GOOD. THE. AUGHHHJDBHDGJBVGHGGHGG
anyway its safe to expect me screaming in your inbox at 2am (my time, at least) again whenever new chapters come out :3 because this is how i show appreciation to fic authors :3 i excitedly screech at them :3 at ungodly hours of the morning :3 i shall return :3
AHHHH this was so sweet! I read it and your ao3 comment at 3am before bed and it made me smile so hard that I’m pretty sure I dreamed about my own fic LMAO
I’m super glad you’ve been enjoying my friends’ art and that now you can enjoy the AU as written! I feel badly for not having updated it yet, but I’m balancing a lot of projects too. I’m so excited for it! The story is super fun to think about, and describing Fit as a widow as he can be seen in the fanart is UNBELIEVABLY FUN!!!
Anyway, your comments made my day thank you 💓💕💞💖💗
#murder mystery au#mitos asks#qsmp#hideduo#qsmp fanfic#fitpac#qsmp fanfiction#detective pac#widow fitmc
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Paper Rings
Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader
Summary: Your boyfriend surprises you with tickets to a Taylor Swift show. And then some.
Word count: 6,6K
Warning(s): modern!Elvis, kindergarten teacher!Elvis (only mentioned briefly lol but i'm soft), no covid so therefor the Lover Fest tour exists, mentions/appearance of miss Swift herself obv, fluff, use of pet names, smut; oral (m. receiving), vaginal penetration, creampie, unprotected sex, getting caught (kinda??).
Author's note: i hate this now that i've proofread it but oh well :'). enjoy luvvies <3
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Elvis had been awake since dawn, trying not to have a mental breakdown at the sound of his alarm screeching through the bedroom at the ungodly hour he had set it at the night before. It was his day off from work seeing it was Saturday, but he had a job planned for today that was so much more hellish than having to deal with screaming children at 8 in the morning on a week day.
To the toddlers in his class he was a God, he could actually handle them and they’d hang on to his every word.
But he knew people on the internet were ruthless. Especially when it came down to scoring tickets for Taylor Swift’s newly announced tour. He would much rather be doing anything else, preferred to be covered in paint by dozens of tiny hands and run back and forth whenever the kids in his classroom would call his name every five seconds. Or you know… sleep a few more hours.
But he wasn’t doing this for himself – he was doing it for you, his girlfriend of two years. Your birthday was in three months and when you nearly screamed his ear off when your favorite singer announced her tour, he knew he just had to get these tickets for you. He didn’t tell you about his plans though and made up the excuse that Jerry was celebrating his birthday on the same day Taylor performed in Memphis. Seeing Jerry’s birthday was indeed somewhere in the same month, you didn't question it.
You were pouty about it, but accepted the fact that you wouldn’t be able to see the blonde singer in the flesh this tour. You didn’t have enough money to travel to another city just for a concert, so unfortunately there wasn’t much you could do. You tried to hide your disappointment as much as you could, but Elvis saw right through you, which only made him more determined to get these tickets. He hated seeing you sad, even when you’d try to hide it from him.
He did not have to get up as early as he did since the sale wouldn’t go online until 11, but he was scared that he wouldn’t wake up in time and would have to watch his surprise for you pour down the drain. You had been staying over at your friend’s house last night, so today truly was the perfect day to do this since he knew you probably wouldn’t get home until noon.
You liked sleeping in just as much as he did.
He took a long shower to wake himself up before he fixed himself a quick breakfast, turning on his laptop that was placed on the dining table. There was literally no use to take position for the cold war he was about to step into, but he was nervous. This was the perfect gift for you and he would be damned if he would fail.
How hard could it really be? He was confident enough to admit that he could handle a couple of excited teenagers and twenty somethings over the internet.
But boy, was he wrong.
As the clock creeped closer to 11, he had Ticketmaster open on both his laptop and phone. He made a second account on the website, in hopes that would give him an advantage of getting the tickets he needed.
“What? Are you kidding me?” he mumbled to himself as he got flung right into the waiting queue as the tickets went online, not even giving him a chance to pick the tickets that he wanted. No, that he needed.
He grasped his phone from the table, quickly refreshing the page on it before he clicked on a date that was a few days later than the Memphis show in a nearby city. Once more, he was placed in the queue.
“C’mon, c’mon, please...” he begged at his laptop as he saw how slow the waiting process was going. He was pretty sure a lot of people were in the exact same position he was in right now – he didn’t care, though.
They were only slowing his process down even more.
The urge to refresh the page was big, but he didn’t. He shouldn’t. It would throw him right back at the end of the line. He was growing more impatient and even a little frustrated. He didn’t even listen to Taylor Swift himself other than when you’d blast it through the house and sure, some of her songs were good, but was it really worth waiting in front of a damned computer for this long? He had been sitting here for 20 minutes already.
If it wasn’t for you, he would’ve clicked out long ago.
Hell, he would still be sleeping.
He got up from his seat and grabbed his pack of cigarettes from the corner of the table, wanting to step out onto the balcony of your shared apartment for a smoke until he saw the page on his laptop loading and jumping to the next screen. He sat back down so fast he almost lost his balance, throwing the cigarettes back on the table as he looked at his screen.
“Fuck! No!” he exclaimed in frustration as the website let him know the Memphis show was completely sold out. He ran his hands through his hair as he groaned, flipping his screen off.
God, he looked like an idiot.
“Fuck you, Ticketmaster. Fuckin’ scammin’ assholes,”
He grabbed his phone again, letting out a laugh in disbelief as he saw the Nashville show was sold out as well. His hands were starting to get sweaty, his nerves never fading as he started looking at other dates of the tour. He didn’t care if they were far away, didn’t care about the fact that it would cost him a lot more if he’d buy tickets in a city that was across the country.
His eye landed on a few Los Angeles dates. He must’ve refreshed the page for thirty minutes, not caring that it kept telling him there weren’t any tickets available.
Sold out. Sold out. Sold out.
He still had hope, though. Still praying and wishing, begging to get some good karma back into his life.
He was a good son, a good boyfriend and a good neighbor.
He deserved these tickets.
You deserved these tickets.
He nearly screamed when he saw two tickets pop up for one of the LA shows after refreshing the page for about ten more times. He didn’t even care on what date the show was or that it was 1615 miles away from Memphis.
They were actually good seats, and expensive as hell, but he managed to get them. He figured someone must’ve waited too long before they checked out their purchase and he was glad that he waited.
One man's misery is another man's fortune.
Three months had passed and he actually managed to keep the concert a surprise for you. It worked out well, maybe even better, since the show he got tickets for was in the same month as your birthday. He planned to keep you in the dark about seeing Taylor until you’d get to the venue, but he did tell you where you two were going when he mentioned the trip he booked for a long weekend.
He told you it was for your birthday and you couldn’t be more excited. You barely left Memphis, only went to other cities in Tennessee to visit family every now and then, and you had always wanted to go to LA. You had no idea Elvis had more than one surprise up his sleeve.
“C’mon, El. We’re in Los Angeles, the city of angels,” you preached to your boyfriend as you stood by the end of the bed, which your boyfriend was currently hogging as he laid in the middle of it, in your hotel room.
“It’s only nine. We’re young, we should be out there and getting drunk!” you pointed at the window, to the bustling city below you, in hopes your point would come across better.
It was Friday night and you wanted to go out and explore the city more since the two of you arrived late last night. You had been out and about all day, but everyone knew big cities were more exciting at night. You had no idea why Elvis was refusing to go out tonight, because he had seemed just as excited about this weekend as you were.
“Baby, I’m tired. My feet are killin’ me,” he lied with a small pout, hoping you’d give in to his cuteness and crawl into bed with him. He opened his arms as he smiled sweetly at you, but you just sighed and crossed your arms as you walked over to the window to look out of it.
Such a drama queen, he thought.
“Tomorrow we’ll go out,” he told you as he kicked the blankets off of him, slipping his arms around your waist as he stood behind you. He leaned his chin on your shoulder, turning his head to kiss your jaw. “I already have a whole day planned for us, but you don’t want to waste sunlight because you have a hangover, do ya?”
You puff out a sigh again and leaned back in his embrace as you nodded. You knew he was right. You wouldn’t go home until Monday afternoon, so you still had enough time to go out and party like you usually barely did. Sundays were better for hangovers, anyways.
“Fine,” you grinned as you turned your head to look at him, stealing a kiss. “What are we doing tomorrow?”
“It’s a surprise, for your birthday. The only thing you need to worry your pretty little head about is what you’ll be wearing,”
“Casual? Formal? I need to knew these things,” you snapped your fingers at him playfully and he laughed as he grabbed your hands and brought them back down.
“Casual… chic?” he suggested with a chuckle, knowing you liked to dress up whenever you went out. “Fancy, but not too fancy. Oh, and don’t wear heels. You’ll be standing and dancing a lot,”
You raised your eyebrows at him, trying to think of what he had planned. Honestly, the only thing you could think of was a club or a bar, or something in that direction. Taylor’s show that was tomorrow never popped into your mind, because you knew it was sold out faster than you could blink.
“I like dancing so I’ll forgive you for tonight,” you joked, looking out of the window again. While you did want to go out and see more of the city right now, you weren’t actually mad at him.
As long as he was with you, you didn’t really care what the two of you were doing or where you were.
“I need a little more convincing. I think you’re still mad,” he grinned against your skin as he kissed his way down to your neck, his hands releasing yours to wander up your stomach and to your chest. You knew the words he spoke were a joke, but his actions were definitely not.
“I thought you were tired?”
He laughed softly as he walked backwards, tugging you along to the bed. He spun you around in his arms and grabbed your chin, grinning down at you.
“Never too tired for this, you know that,” he stole one more kiss before he had you on your back on the soft mattress, hovering above you before you had time to protest.
Not that you were planning to. You never told him ‘no’ and if you did, it was very rare. And getting lost in a sea of sheets with your boyfriend couldn’t compare to the nightlife Los Angeles had to offer.
You and Elvis slept until noon the next day, because after getting a noise complaint from the people in the next room, you two decided to raid the mini bar. No major hangovers slowing you down, thank God. You felt better after getting some food in you, not giving Elvis the chance to tell you ‘I told you so’.
“Why do I have to wear that? It’ll ruin my make-up,” you whined as you looked at the sleeping mask that was dangling from his fingertips. You just came out of the restaurant you had an early dinner at, because Elvis insisted you needed to eat enough for tonight’s activity, and you were starting to get nervous.
You could handle the elements of surprises but blindfolded?
Rather not.
“Babe, put ‘em on,” he told you as he took a step closer to you, placing the elastic of the mask over your head before you could protest. You gasped as you widened your eyes at him, trying to grab his hands when he pulled the mask over your eyes but he swatted them away every time. You were sure people were looking at you two as if you were complete idiots, but then again, this was LA. Nobody probably cared.
“Don’t be so stubborn and just follow me,” he whispered in your ear as he wrapped one arm around your shoulder, taking your hand in his. “You trust me, don’t ya, little?”
You shivered at his warm breath tickling at the shell of your ear and sighed softly as he kissed it. You nodded your head, slowly walking forward with his guidance. You did trust him and you doubted this surprise would be anything bad or crazy, so you really had no other choice than to put your faith in his hands.
You were quite proud of yourself for not completely freaking out or losing your shit – after walking for what seemed like forever, you were placed in an Uber with your boyfriend next to you. He was too busy talking to the driver about God knows what and you kept trying to sneak your hand up to the mask to lift it and look out the window to see where you were. Elvis noticed every time though, lacing your fingers together with his, trapping you. You huffed in annoyance, pouting as you sat there in the backseat, feeling like you were being kidnapped.
Which you were, in a way. Only willingly and with lots of reassuring kisses from Elvis.
You heart skipped a beat as the car came to a stop, nerves intensifying tenfold when Elvis helped you get out of the car and said his goodbyes to the driver. You weren’t in the right mind to do the same, squeezing his hand which earned you a deep laugh from his side. You felt him move behind you and place his hands on your shoulders, his voice right next to your ear as he spoke.
“You can take ‘em off now, Lover,”
You frowned slightly underneath the mask, thinking the pet name was weird. Formal, almost. He had never in your relationship called you that.
You didn’t need to be told twice though – as you pulled off the mask and blinked a few times to let your eyes get used to the light again, you noticed the huge banner that was plastered on the SoFi Stadium.
Taylor Swift – Lover Fest Tour
You stood there. You stood there and stared without speaking a word.
Now Elvis was getting nervous, afraid that he made a mistake. Afraid that this isn’t what you wanted. He was even starting to doubt if this was your favorite artist at all, despite the amount of records you had at home or the fact that he knew the names of every single one of Taylor’s cats because you wouldn’t shut up about the celebrity.
He even listened to her music on his way to work for the past months so he could remember the lyrics and sing along with you, not wanting to seem like a fool in a sea full of die hard fans.
But when you turned around and he saw the tears in your eyes, his nerves faded away completely. A small huff escaped his mouth as you practically jumped in his arms, squeezing the air out of his lungs with your firm embrace.
“Oh my God, I love you,” you cried in excitement.
“Only because of this?” he grinned teasingly as he looked at you when you pulled back to look at him.
“What? No! I love you, always always always,” you giggled as you grabbed his face, kissing him all over. He grabbed your hands as he laughed, looking at you.
“I love you too, little. You deserve it,” he told you, pecking your lips as he slipped his hands in yours. “You’ve been so busy with work and everythin’, I couldn’t let you miss this,”
“Thank you so much, baby. You’re the best, you know that?” you sighed happily as you squeezed his hands, stealing another kiss. “How did you even manage to get tickets? It was sold out in minutes,”
He grinned as he let go of one of your hands, swinging his arm over your shoulder to take you to the back of the queue. He raised his chin, smug smirk sitting on his face.
“You know, I got my ways,” he looked at you as you laughed, slapping his chest softly before you wrapped your arm around his waist, hugging into his side. “And you just said it, didn’t ya? I’m the best,”
You rolled your eyes, but allowed him to bathe in the size of his ego. As long as it wouldn’t drown him, you thought it was rather attractive.
“Y/N, now you’re takin’ it too far,” Elvis told you as his shoulders slumped on purpose as you pointed at a t-shirt at the merch stand. You had just bought one for yourself and Elvis was about to drag you away from the goodies until you spotted the shirts for males. He had already seen them but hoped you wouldn’t.
“Why? You’ll only have to wear it tonight!” you laughed as you wiggled your eyebrows at him, pointing out the shirt to the employee.
“Exactly, a waste of money. Let’s get a drink and find our seats,” he told you but you stopped listening. You took the shirt the girl handed to you and held it in front of him, smiling brightly as it seemed it was the right size. You turned back to the girl as you took your wallet out of your purse and Elvis sighed, knowing that he couldn’t stop you.
As he looked around, his eyes met those of another guy who was obviously here with his girlfriend. The redhead next to him was all dressed up – cat ears and glitter on her face and the whole shebang. Just like him, his girl had him dressed in a tour shirt. A baby pink and blue one.
At least you gave him a white one and you weren’t dressed up like a cat. Could be hot, but not outside of the bedroom.
He gave the guy a sympathetic nod before he turned back to you, taking the shirt you handed to him to pull it over his head.
As long as you were happy, he was too. And right now, you were all smiles as excitement basically oozed out of you. He already forgot about the shirt and didn’t give a damn about what anyone would think, not even Jerry who you were definitely sending the picture that you just took to.
You were happy that Elvis told you not to wear heels, because as soon as Taylor appeared on the stage and the show started, you were up and out of your seat to move to the music. Elvis was standing as well, arm hung lazily around your waist as he sipped on his beer, ever the supportive boyfriend.
He didn’t recognize every song but the ones that he did know, he sang along to. It warmed your heart and he could see it made you happy, especially when he’d sing the lyrics of the sweet songs to you.
You were over the moon. There was not a single worry on your mind. No work stress weighed you down and despite this not being the music he listened to, Elvis felt the same. There was something magical about concerts, about an artist connecting with their fans through music. And although some girls were dressed up all silly and too much for his taste, the vibes in the venue were perfect.
He immediately recognized the song Paper Rings and he downed his beer, throwing the empty cup on his seat. You were too occupied with cheering and singing, not noticing he took a small box out of his pocket.
“I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings
Uh huh, that's right
Darling, you're the one I want, and
I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this
Uh huh, that's right
Darling, you're the one I want
In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams
Oh, you're the one I want,”
You turned to him to sing the lyrics to him and that’s when you noticed he was down on one knee, the ring sparkling in the lights as he held it out to you in the box. You gasped as you widened your eyes, hiding your mouth behind your hands. His actions caught the eye of the people around you as well and they were all watching in both excitement and anticipation.
You two even caught the attention of Taylor herself, since you were on the second row. Not only did you have a perfect view of her, she had one of you and your boyfriend as well.
She laughed in excitement while she sang, pointing at you and Elvis so everyone would look at you two. You hadn’t noticed the camera that was pointing into your direction as well, or the fact that you were currently on the huge screen, showing your boyfriend’s proposal to the entire stadium.
Elvis wasn’t aware either, but he didn’t care. He wouldn’t care if there were thousands of people around them, or just you and him. He loved you more than life itself and had been planning this before he even got the tickets – he knew this would garantuee him a definite yes, though.
He didn’t even have to stay the words, because you were already nodding and screaming your answer. As he slipped the ring around your finger and he stood up to kiss you, he did ask you again. Just because he wanted to hear you say it again.
“Will you marry me, little?”
You cried as you nodded, kissing his lips.
“Yes! Thousand times yes!” you yelled above the music, laughing as you wrapped your arms around his neck to hug him as tight as you possibly could.
“She said yes!” Taylor yelled excitedly into the mic as she looked at you two, clapping her hands. You nearly died as she blew you a kiss and Elvis laughed as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, smiling at Taylor before he attacked your face with kisses.
The rest of the show you and Elvis danced and your heart skipped a beat every time he sang along, his head right next to yours as you were still in his arms. You loved and appreciated him so much and you already had a few ideas of how to properly thank him.
You were ready to leave as soon as the show was over, but before you and Elvis could leave your seats, a blonde middle aged woman approached you two.
You immediately recognized her as Taylor’s mom and almost had a heart attack on the spot, though you had enough self control not to scream in her face. When she asked you two to come backstage because her daughter wanted to meet you, Elvis had to do the talking because you were starstruck.
“We would love to, mrs. Swift,” he smiled politely at her as he held onto your hand, tugging you along to follow her to the backstage area. You could barely speak and Elvis couldn’t stop laughing at you, pulling you into his side to talk in your ear.
“Please don’t scream in her face, baby. Just hold my hand and you’ll be all right, hmm?” he whispered and all you could do was nod, inhaling a deep breath through your nose to blow it back out. It did nothing to calm you down.
The three of you stopped walking as you reached Taylor’s dressing room and once the door opened and the blonde that you had been admiring from the crowd came over to you with her arms wide open, you squeezed Elvis’ hand firmly before you quickly let go and wrapped your arms around Taylor.
The singer was absolutely wonderful to you and your boyfriend. She congratulated you on your engagement, which you were still trying to wrap your head around, and she signed anything you asked her to. She signed Elvis’ shirt as well, which you were definitely going to tease him with later because he seemed rather happy about it.
His music taste was on the complete different spectrum – mostly punk and rock bands that you forgot half of the names of.
The louder, the better, he always said.
But he always accepted your taste just as you did his. Neither of you would mock each other’s music and you freely let him play whatever he wanted through the house. Perhaps it was only something simple, something normal for a couple to not be assholes to each other, but to you and Elvis it was a sort of respect. Music meant a lot to the both of you and just because he didn’t know every Taylor Swift song by heart, didn’t mean he wasn’t secretly excited to meet her face to face.
After talking some more and taking pictures, you and Elvis left the dressing room and got escorted to the exit by Taylor’s mother again. The woman seemed to be trusting of you two, or just busy, because she said goodbye before you and your boyfriend actually left the building.
The backstage area was just as huge as the venue itself and it seemed like your boyfriend had other plans than leaving. He tugged you away from the exit door and laughed softly as he placed a finger against his lips, pulling you along through the long hall ways. You squealed softly as he dipped into a room, taking you right along with him.
It was an empty green room that hadn’t been used you came to realize as Elvis turned on the lights and locked the door from the inside. If anyone had a key, which you were sure everyone that worked here did, they could open the door from the outside. Elvis didn’t give you a chance to unlock the door and walk out, pulling you into his chest as he grabbed your hands.
“Elvis! We can’t do this!” you whispered with a giggle, trying to ignore his hands that were now snaking around your waist and slipping down to squeeze your ass.
“Why? Nobody is here,” he grinned mischievously as he leaned in to kiss your lips. His lips were so plumb and soft that you couldn’t resist him. You never could.
“We don’t live in this city, anyways. What’re they gonna do? Kick us out?”
You wanted to protest once more, tell him that you and him should move this to your hotel room, but the words died on your tongue as he kissed his way down to your neck, sucking on that little sensitive spot underneath your ear. That’s when you turned to putty in his hands and he damn well knew it.
“S-someone.. m-might hear..” you managed to whisper, your words coming out stuttered. His lips and tongue against your warm skin was distracting you too much, so even though you voiced out your worries, you couldn’t get yourself to really care if someone would hear or not.
You were aware that this green room was a risky place to have sex. Especially because the artist that just performed at the stadium was still freaking present somewhere down the hall, but as he lifted you up and put you down on the couch, you were already too far gone. It wasn’t the first time you two fooled around outside the comfort of your own home, but for some reason it felt even more exciting in a place like this.
You were sure the green room had been used for worse things.
Elvis didn’t stop you when you pushed him back and got on your knees in front of him, quick fingers working on his pants. There was a hint of surprise in his eyes though and you didn’t miss it.
“Wanna make you feel good,” you told him in hushed voice, your eyes meeting his as you gave him the sweetest smile you were capable of.
“Oh? And why’s that, huh?”
He already knew the answer, he just loved hearing it.
“I was proposed to and met Taylor fucking Swift in one night,” you grinned at him as you pulled his zipper down, fingertips hooking underneath the elastic of his boxershorts. “And I like the taste of your cock,”
He lifted his hips up a little, allowing you to pull his pants and underwear down to his thighs, groaning softly as you immediately wrapped your hand around him. “Good enough for me,”
You raised an eyebrow at the smirk he wore on his face – so confident and cocky.
Once you brought your hand up to caress your thumb over the head of his cock before you brought it back down again, the cockiness was smacked right off of his face as he parted his lips, a soft moan rolling off his tongue. He tangled his fingers in your hair to keep it out of your face as you took him in your mouth.
Usually, you’d take your time when giving him head but you were aware that you didn’t have all the time in the world and you weren’t leaving this room before he fucked you.
“Shit,” he groaned softly as you looked up at him when you brought your head back up, tongue tracing the most prominent vein on his cock before you lapped it around his sensitive tip. “Do that again,” he told you as his teeth sunk into his lower lip, half lidded eyes watching you as you repeated the action. When you grinned up at him, he let out a moan and threw his head back on the couch.
He tried to be quiet, he really did, but as you got sloppier and sucking him off like it was the last time you’d ever do so, he couldn’t keep his big mouth shut. His hips were bucking up to try and follow your mouth every time you moved up and he threw his arm over his face, biting down on the short sleeve of his shirt.
“Fuckfuckfuck, s-stop,” he gasped as he felt his orgasm nearing, looking down at you as he caressed some hair out of your face when he took his fingers out of it. He was just as eager as you were and while you loved having him come undone in your mouth, you moved fast as you got up and pulled your denim skirt up, slipping your panties down.
“G-God… Hold s-still for a second,” he groaned as you sank down onto him, his hands grabbing your hips to keep you in place so he could get used to being inside of you.
He was sensitive and you were just so tight and warm.
You placed your hands on his shoulders, leaning in to kiss him. He immediately slipped his tongue inside of your mouth, deepening the kiss and you didn’t move until you felt his hands moving down to your ass, squeezing the flesh in his palms. You knew it was one of his signs that he was ready for it.
You moaned into his mouth as you moved onto him, immediately at a steady pace. You were sure your ass would have his hands imprinted on them with how hard he was squeezing, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care – the slight sting mixed deliciously with your pleasure.
“F-faster baby,” he whispered as he pulled back from the kiss, leaning back as his hands moved up to your clothed breasts, squeezing them softly through the fabric of your shirt. It didn’t do much for you since you still had another top on underneath the tour shirt you bought together, but you didn’t stop him. Instead you did as he told you and moved faster, moaning shamelessly as you chased your own high.
He moved one hand down in between your bodies, fingertips having no issues with finding your clit as he started rubbing it with skilled movements. He knew just what you liked and knew that this would get you where he wanted you faster – your nails dug into his shoulders as you moaned a little louder, your eyes meeting his.
He gave you a small smile. It looked sweet and innocent, not matching the pace of his fingers and your thrusts at all.
You smiled back at him, moving your hands to his chest and right on top of Taylor’s face that was printed on his shirt.
You didn’t need an extra pair of eyes watching the small sin you were committing.
“I’m close, so close, baby,” you grunted as you clenched your fingers in his shirt, eyes fluttering shut as your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks. Thighs shaking, walls convulsing erratically around his length.
A smark remark laid heavy on his tongue, something along the lines of you ruining his autographed shirt, but he swallowed the words as he came undone not long after you did. He removed his fingers from your clit and held onto your hips, holding you still as a deep moan escaped his throat, hips stuttering up into you a little.
You ran your fingers through his hair before you collapsed on top of him, both of you catching your breath as he was going soft inside of you.
“I love you, little,” he hummed in your ear as he kissed your cheek and you slowly lifted your head off his shoulder, smiling at him as you caressed the back of his neck with your nails. The way he shivered made you giggle. “I love you more, babe,”
He was only seconds away from protesting, telling you that simply was not possible, but he was interrupted by a loud knock on the door. You both widened your eyes at each other, panic settling in your stomach as you got up as quick as you could. You pulled some tissues out of the box that stood on the small coffee table in front of the couch and cleaned some of his cum that was dripping down your thighs, shoving the tissues to the bottom of the trash can by the door.
“Someone in here?” A deep male’s voice barked from the other side of the door and you and Elvis quickly got decent. Just as you pulled your skirt down and smoothed out your hair, a key was stuck in the keyhole of the door to turn the lock but Elvis swung the door open before the person on the other side could.
A broad shouldered security guy stood in front of you, looking angry as he stared you down. “Passes,” he simply said, holding his hand out.
You grabbed Elvis’ arm and Elvis scratched the back of his head, his other hand feeling his pockets as he gave the guy an awkward smile. He was looking for something neither of you were in possession of and while he had been so confident and careless at the start of this, he was starting to panic now too.
He was pretty sure you could get arrested for something like this. And that was not how he wanted this night to end – although it would make for a funny story to tell your future children and grandchildren.
He had absolutely no idea what to do or what excuse to use, but like an angel fluttering down from Heaven itself, Taylor and entourage walked down the hall way, on their way to leave the stadium. The security guard was currently having a go at you and your boyfriend and you were close to tears until Elvis nudged your arm and nodded his head in Taylor’s direction.
“Is there a problem here?” she asked as she appeared next to the man in front of you, her question aimed more at him than at you and Elvis.
You slipped your hand in Elvis’, sucking in a deep breath of air and keeping it in your lungs. The man didn’t waste time in explaining what happened and how he assumed that you and Elvis had done… something inside the room.
Taylor wasn’t an idiot – she saw the hickey in your neck and the flush on your cheeks. The both of you also completely forgot about the hint of red lipstick that was stained on Elvis’ lips.
“That’s a serious accusation to make, isn’t it? I know these two and I’m positive that the thing you’re accusing them of is simply not true,” the singer spoke confidently as she crossed her arms, smiling as she looked at you. “I’m sure they just lost their way back here,”
You and Elvis widened your eyes, nodding your heads.
“Y-yeah, that’s it. It’s so big back here, we got lost on our way to the exit,”
“Huge place. Very cool, though! You must love your job,” Elvis squeezed your hand firmly to get you to stop talking and you immediately did, pressing your lips into a thin line.
Taylor laughed softly, nodding as the security guard started apologizing, a shade of crimson creeping up his neck.
“It’s alright. Just try not to judge people so quick, hm?” she told him, patting his shoulder as she nodded her head while starting to walk away. You could see her mother laughing softly at the two of you and Elvis quickly pulled you along, following the others out of the venue.
You talked with Taylor for a little bit, apologizing for not leaving the building after you exchanged your first goodbyes but she could only laugh about it.
You probably wouldn’t have survived if she would’ve been angry with you. Elvis was thankful that she was as nice as you always told him – he really was not looking forward to going back to the hotel with his girlfriend being completely inconsolable.
“Did you have a good time, beautiful?” Elvis asked as you both sat in the back of an Uber after you both came down from the crazy events of the evening. You leaned into him and looked up, placing a kiss on his chin as you smiled.
“The best, because you were there,” you whispered, sprawling out your fingers that were in his lap. “Anywhere I go with my fiancé is fun,”
He laughed softly as he looked down at your hand, caressing his thumb over the ring he put on you tonight. He couldn’t stop smiling, kissing your temple. “You like the ring?”
“I love it,” you told him as you looked at it, lacing your fingers with his. “But you know I’d marry you with or without a diamond,”
“Even with paper rings?” he grinned and you looked back at him, laughing softly.
You leaned in, softly pressing your lips against his.
“Especially with paper rings,”
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Freeze Your Brain (Part 1 of 2)
Pairing: Eddie Munson/Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2K
Tags: Heathers inspired AU, popular!reader but she's not happy about it, pet names instead of Y/N, mentions of alcohol but no actual consumption.
Summary: You meet an unlikely friend in the aisles of 7-Eleven who buys you a drink and shows you a rush better than alcohol (or so he claims).
a/n: it doesn't really matter but since it is described a little, this is the outfit I based r's on okay thank u enjoy <3
[AO3] [Part 2 (coming soon)]
From the back seat of your friend’s car, you aren’t sure which is louder: the sound of Cyndi Lauper from the stereo or the voices of your friends building over one another, chattering about who they were hoping to run into at this party and whether or not Steve Harrington was officially on the market again after the big blow out on Halloween.
Your group, comprised of queen bee Cynthia and her loyal subjects Dawn and Heather, couldn’t be more excited for this frat party Cynthia managed to score an invite to. You, however, are dreading it.
These things have always made you uncomfortable. The drunken socializing and constant swatting of hands away from your ass (why did they always default to groping?), the dull attempt at small talk that preceded an even more pitiful drunken attempt at a kiss. You thought, at least, when you moved up to attending college parties the conversations might get a little bit more substantial (or at least entertaining), but to no such luck. Yeah, you dreaded it all, but going to these things came with the territory of being part of the in-crowd, which is…apparently something you care about. You have to if you want to make it to graduation unscathed, so you tend to just sit down, shut up, and let the queen tell you where to go and what to do and how to look while doing it.
You’re anxiously picking at the hem of your flared denim skirt when the car comes to an abrupt, screeching halt. Not expecting to have arrived already, you look up in confusion, only to be partially blinded by the neon greeting of a 7-Eleven sign. Of course, how could you forget? Not only did you have to attend these things, but you had to provide the vultures with sustenance too.
Turning in the driver’s seat, Cynthia raises her brows expectantly, glittery blue eyeshadow reflecting the light seeping into the window, and says, “we need a mixer for Heather’s vodka stash, something low calorie but sweet. OH! And Corn Nuts. It’s not a party without Corn Nuts.”
“And I suppose it’s my turn to buy again?” You huff, barely holding back an eye roll.
From the passenger seat, Dawn snickers and eyes you in the vanity mirror, “well you are the only one of us with a job, after all.”
There’s no point in arguing, so you just give a curt nod and shove open the door with your shoulder, grumbling under your breath all the way to the door. You almost make it all the way in before there’s another ungodly screech from the open car window.
“Make sure to get the BQ this time!”
The only response she gets is a thumbs up thrust her way that turns into a bird the second the door closes and hides you from view.
“Only one with a job my ass, Dawn,” you grumble as you browse the coolers. “Like my minimum wage cashier gig at the Gap is better than your daddy’s weekly allowance.”
Circling back to the front, you grab a couple of bags of Cynthia’s chosen snack and tuck them under your arm, and then get distracted and pour yourself a Diet Coke from the fountain. You take your time browsing, sipping the drink in your hand and placing one foot in front of the other on the checkered tiles, effectively putting off your arrival at the party. Good news for you, abysmal for your friends in the car who are now laying on the horn.
You’re glaring into the cooler and chewing on your straw when the horn sounds again. You scoff, and a dark chuckle from next to you makes you jump.
Turning quickly towards the sound you find Eddie Munson, Slurpee in hand, his smirking lips tinted a faint blue from the flavored ice. He’s leaning against the cooler door, head cocked, looking down at you with amusement. Though you didn’t often talk, his reputation precedes him and you know exactly what to expect before he even speaks – sarcasm and a dry, annoying wit. A year ahead of you, or at least he should have been if he actually graduated last year like he was supposed to, Eddie Munson is the exact opposite of the crowd you’re used to, lurking in the shadows and hanging out with the DnD club rather than on the sidelines with your pom-pom wielding peers. However this close up, he looks harmless, charming even when his smirk persists but his eyes soften.
“Trouble in paradise?” He asks, a smooth, teasing lilt to his voice.
You huff in response, yanking a bottle of diet limeade off the shelf a little too harshly. “That suggests that there’s never not trouble.” The cooler door slams shut, a burst of chilled air sending the boy’s wild curls fluttering around his face. “...but no more than usual, if that’s what you’re asking.”
He hums, a thoughtful little sound in the back of his throat, and pushes away from the coolers, falling into a swaggering step beside you. One hand stuffed in the pocket of his leather jacket, he offers the slurpee up to you with the other and gives it a little shake. “Nothing a little processed sugar can’t help, I’m sure.”
“Please,” you snort, pushing his hand away. “I know you’ve got something stronger than that.” Your cheeks heat at the boldness in your voice, unsure of what made you even say it, but judging by the quiet sound of surprise, you’ve caught him off guard too, so you’ll take that as a win.
He cuts you off when you pass the fountain machines again and hops up onto the counter like he owns the place, settling into his makeshift seat with a content sigh and reaching behind his head to pull another cup from the dispenser.
“Did you say Cherry or Blue Raspberry?”
Sizing him up with a stare, you push, “I didn’t.”
“C’mon, sweetheart,” he urges, the pet name sounding sweet and sour and playful on his lips. He leans over and fills the cup with bright red slush anyway, despite your protest. “Never underestimate the rush of a good brain freeze. Try it.”
Though you glare the whole time, you do end up unloading your arms and take the drink from his hands. Leaning your hip on the counter beside his softly kicking legs, you take a long pull from the cherry flavored ice. You roll your eyes at the intent stare he fixes you with as you drink and swallow with a loud, dramatic, “ahh!”
“I dunno, Munson,” you sigh, “I think I’d still prefer it with a little nip.”
“Yeah well,” he takes a long drink of his own, much longer than yours, and squints against the oncoming headache. “You gotta try a little harder. Little sips aren’t gonna do it for you.” From outside, there’s another long, loud blow on the car horn that has you squeezing your eyes shut in dread. Eddie nudges you with his knee, “give it another go. A real one, this time. If you still insist it doesn’t do anything for you, I’ll send you on your way to wherever the Diet-Cokeheads are dragging you and we’ll never speak of it again, but is that really how you want to spend your Saturday night?”
You know he’s got you pegged. This party really is the last thing you want to be doing tonight, but your so-called-friend honking outside demands it, and if you don’t want to suffer the wrath of a high school clique scorned, you should probably just comply. Through the window of the shop you can see a very angry Cynthia shoving Dawn out of the car, shouting and pointing at you, though you can’t hear what she’s saying through the glass.
That settles it.
Tempting your fate, you pull the straw back to your lips, smirking around it at the boy in front of you and taking another drink. Longer, faster, taking in much more ice than your first attempt. You feel silly, stupid, a little like the sugar is going to make you throw up but even worse, the cold is electrifying. Your throat burns with it, feeling the chill all the way down your chest and into your stomach, the brief pain shooting up your spine and into your brain. When the ache settles in, you shut your eyes tight and wrinkle your nose, instinctually reaching for whatever is in front of you and squeezing. Whatever is in front of you just happens to be a denim-covered knee.
The ring of the bell above the door mixes with Eddie's triumphant laughter and the sound of both has your hand retreating so quickly you’d think his touch burned you, despite the goosebumps still prickling your skin. Your heart pounds, head still throbbing at the dull freeze, you scoop your purchases back into your arms and turn on your heel as Dawn approaches.
“Hey,” she sneers, “Cyn wants your ass back to the car, pronto. She says the Kappas won’t wait around all night.” She and Eddie are both hot on your heels as you approach the counter and she definitely takes notice. “What’s with the freak?”
Eddie snorts, backing off a step or two. “You don’t own the corner store, princess,” he leers, “can’t a guy just get a drink in peace?”
“Not when I see you scamming on my friend in the process. Was he bothering you, babe?”
You’re listening to them bicker as you count out your money, the leftover cherry flavor in your mouth turning bitter as you realize how little you’ll be left with after this snack run, but that comment was enough to bring you into the conversation.
“Chill out, Dawn,” you sigh, “he was just making small talk. It’s nothing.”
“Sure,” she pops her gum in punctuation, brows raised in concern, but she couldn’t care less when the horn sounds again and sends her scrambling back to the car with a clipped shout of, “just hurry!”
When the door closes behind her and the cashier hands over your receipt, you hang your head in defeat.
The soft mutter of, “guess you’d better get going then,” is a lot closer behind you than you expect and it makes you jump. Eddie snickers again, rubber toe of his boot kicking lightly at your heel, and when you turn he plucks at one of your suspenders teasingly. It snaps back into place against your white tee shirt with a sharp sting, and you can feel your skin warming even more.
Your pulse races with indecision, eyes flicking between the car outside and the boy in front of you. He lifts his chin in question, holding out your forgotten slurpee with a grin full of mischief.
It’s with a weak groan and a moment of mourning for your social life that you stomp out to Cynthia’s car, open the passenger door and dump the bags of snacks into Dawn’s lap. She scoffs in protest, but it’s Cynthia who speaks up.
“What’s your damage?” She ducks lower to meet your hard stare. “Get in the damn car we have to go.”
“Go without me. I’m suddenly not feeling well.”
“Oh, boo,” Cynthia whines with no actual sympathy in her voice, bringing one hand off the steering wheel to mimic wiping away her crocodile tears. You swear she mutters something else as Dawn slams her door shut and they peel away, but you can’t be bothered to decipher what it is.
You can feel Eddie’s warmth behind you before he actually makes his presence known.
“About that ‘something stronger’ you wanted,” He starts, passing the paper cup over your shoulder again. You turn to peer up at him and he nods over to the busted up van he’s known for. “Need a ride?”
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Hello, hi, comicfury ghost boys reader here, HOLY SHIT PAGE 405
IT WAS SUSPCIOUS LUKAS COULD CHOP WOOD WITH AN AXE THAT EASILY BUT DID I EXPECT HIM TO BE ABLE TO SWING THAT HARD ON A HUMAN??? NO!!!!!!! IS THIS WHAT KEEPS HAPPENING???? HELLO POSSESSION???? IS MATT GOING TO HAVE TO USE HIS OWN POWER TO STOP THIS HECAUSE GODDAMN THAT IS A CHILD WITH UNGODLY STRENGTH ITS GIVING FATALITY ADRENALINE BUT HE ISNT EVEN CONSCIOUS THIS IS WHY YOU DONT TAKE TWO GHOST BOYS TO A HAUNTED MANSION
Anyway it updated right as I’m writing whumptober of them and needless to say I am a little derailed. Sitting at comicfury’s doorstep like a little dog eyes blown wide hands shaking, I’ve already been in awe of chapter 2 but damn Things keep happening huh. These boys sure do go through it. Super excited to see how the mansion ties up (also the perspectives on the axe are so GOOD) the boys live rent free in my mind at all times and this has only furthered it! Can’t wait to learn all about their lore as the story continues <3
*long, excited screech*
Ahh, I'm super happy to hear you like the story so far; love to spread my GB brainrot, haha! Chapter 2 is gonna wrap up pretty soon on ComicFury and I'm working on chapter 3 as we speak so things will keep happening to them for sure jsdhbjsdh
(Also aaa? I would love to see what you wrote if that's okay, I'm intrigued now)
#ask#dshgdjgdsjdhs#that scene was one that marinated for a long time you can tell#also thank you for the compliment about the axe!!!! I cried drawing it#what a pain I wanted to chop off my own arm
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Weird AU idea, but here we go.
Seekers are the cryptids of Cybertron. They wake up at ungodly hours and just do their own thing while not doing missions.
Soundwave had been watched by at least three seekers when he went to recharge.
The Autobots are understandably terrified because of how unpredictable they are.
Shockwave has to shoo a seeker down from his lab ceiling at least twice a week.
They make aeries even though they have berths provided.
YES YES YES YES YES YES YES
I love this
When Starscream and his seekers first join the decepticons and are shown the barracks, he takes one look and goes Absolutely Not. They tear the whole building apart and reconstruct it into a proper aerie tower and absolutely no one understands it. They perch in rafters of buildings or straight up hang upside down like bats. Maybe the bottom of their thrusters are magnetic, maybe they just hook their legs over support beams. Regardless, they hang upside down and may sometimes even fall asleep like that
Even better if some seekers are nocturnal and some are diurnal. Some are even crepuscular. You wander into their aerie and there's always someone dangling from the ceiling, dead to the world. Depending on continuity their wings might even have seams so they can fold and wrap around themselves like blankies. Sometimes seeker trines will sleep together all wrapped up in each other's arms so they're just like a big cocoon that no one can make sense of
As for them watching people while they sleep, big yes. They're puzzled by grounders lying flat to recharge, and there's been more than one occasion of some poor soul waking up to like three seekers just O.O at them
The seekers exclusively speak in Vosian if there's more than 3 of them in the same room. A lot of it sounds like birdsong, little chirps and tweets and is very pleasant, but some of it is ungodly screeching like a hawk or an eagle, and Primus forbid they get excited or start squabbling--the scream of a jet engine is defeaning in close quarters. When they get angry or fight with each other their wings go up and fan out, lots of posturing and angry hissing, talons out and ready to fight
Bonus points if this also includes the idea that seekers spit venom, BUT. But 👀 no one knows they do until someone picks a fight with the new flyers on base and someone hacks a glob of blinding venom into their optics and then walks away like nothing happened
Anyway. I love cryptid seekers :')
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HELLO! THIS IS FOR THE SEA-SIDE SIDE QUEST IM SO EXCITED AAAAAA ❤️❤️
My oc Lukka (based off of Lago, the bird from Aladdin) loves the heat surprisingly, he enjoys long naps under the hot sun, so Lukka will probably just enjoy himself just by sunbathing during the party. But he will REFUSE to get in the water (hates getting wet)
his favorite color is dark red, and to a beach he would just be wearing short pants, with a short-sleeve tropical button up. Most likely to be the one bringing ice cream in a cooler for the others to enjoy, he would definitely drag along Jamil by promising him that he’ll take care of Kalim for a whole week- (Jamil definitely doubted him but needed a break so he agreed to it anyway)
Here’s a image of Lukka! (I don’t know how to reference link so this is me trying my best-)
TAKE YOUR TIME, HAVE BREAKS AND DRINK WATER!!!
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Sunscreen? Check. Water bottles? Check. Tropical t-shirt? Check. Ungodly amount of ice cream? Check.
Jamil and Lukka were going through everything after arriving just to triple check that all was going to be ok. Kalim of course wanted to bring more, but after being convinced by Jamil that this didn't need to be so extravagant he settled on following Lukkas idea of bringing a bucket load of ice cream.
Almost immediately Kalim was off and racing around with the other guests. You'd almost think he was the one hosting with how he tried to greet every person in site. His bright smile rivalled the sun.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the beach, Jamil and Lukka settled and took in the lovely warmth of the sun rays.
Jamil sighed as he took a seat "Now then. I expect you to be on the look out for Kalim today ontop of the week long babysitting."
Dumbfounded Lukka wasn't about to give up the day just yet, "Come-ooon, I'm sure it'll be fine to let Tuna and the others keep a watch over him right? There's plenty of faces we know here, no reason to watch him like a hawk~"
Jamil scowled and motioned to the 'lovely' guests "Oh your right let's see... a chaotic trio of mers, the infamous heartslaybul duo, the cunning big cats... yes what reliable bunch" He rolled his eyes as he turned back to everyone.
Lukka retorted sarcastically "Aww well don't you just love them all~. Alright fine, I'll keep an eye open while we sunbathe. But don't say i never do anything for you!"
The two began their somewhat of a retreat, things going pretty smoothly for the most part. That is until a screech from Kalim and several others resonates throughout the beach. The two sat up almost immediately, ready to fly onto the scene, only to be speechless at the sight before them.
Tuna had started tossing seaweed around to prank people, but a lost crab had found it's new pass-time, pinching at everyone. The two sunbathers shared an intense stare, a look that said 'I'm not dealing with that' Deciding to let fate take it's course they reclined back into their seats and enjoyed the show of chaos before them.
Lukka handed Jamil an ice cream from the cooler, "Dinner and a show~!"
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I have a feeling even though Jamil and Lukka will try to relax, but Tuna and Kalims antics might raise some blood pressure LOLOLOL
IDKY BUT I MADE JAMIL EXTRA SASSY IN THIS LMAO IDK MAYBE IM THINKING TOO MUCH OF HOW SASSY JAFAR AND LAGO ARE TOGETHER, BUT THE BANTER LUKKA N JAMIL MUST HAVE JUST MAKES ME CACKLE LOL
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR JOININ THE EVENT!!!! LUKKAS HAIR I LOVE <3 I can also appreciate his brutal honesty cause SAME LMAO- I HOPE YOU ENJOY THE EVENT !!! <3
#tuna be talkin#meerpea#TunasSeaSideSQ#event request#twst#twisted wonderland#twst oc#twst fanart#twst fanevent#jamil viper#twst jamil#tuna be writin
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Can you imagine if the ghouls went to Papa and asked for a pet:
- they’ve all been discussing it for awhile and agree that it’s time to ask Papa
- they have one of the siblings of sin that works in the office help them put together what is called a PowerPoint. They aren’t sure exactly how it works but he assures them that all they have to do is press the button
- they sit Papa down one night after dinner and show him the PowerPoint
- Copia is not only very impressed with the PowerPoint since he was not aware they knew what PowerPoint was but also feels a sense of pride in he’s ghoul and just how smart they are
- the ghouls finish their PowerPoint and are waiting on pins and needles for Papa’s response
- Copia can see just how excited they are and how bad they want this but he’s just not sure if they can handle the responsibility yet
- “let me think about it tonight and I will give you my answer in the morning, Si?”
- the ghouls are a bit sadden by not getting an immediate yes from Papa but agree to let him think about it
- in the morning Copia appears in the ghoul’s common room “I have decide to give you a trial run, if you do a good job I will reconsider”
- the ghouls all agree excitedly until Papa pulls a rock out from behind he’s back and holds it out to them
- it’s just a standard medium sized rock. Looks a bit like one from the Primo’s rose garden. It has goggly eyes glued to it.
- “this is your pet rock, take good care of it just like you would any other pet”
- Mountain gently takes the rock from Papa, cradling it to he’s chest and the others crowd around him reaching out to touch the rock. Papa silently slips out the door and heads to he’s office for the day.
- it’s not til later in the evening when it’s dinner time that Papa sees he’s ghouls again. They are all sitting at the table waiting for him so dinner may start and there at the end of the table is the rock staring up at him.
- it now appears that someone has glued some black yarn to the top of the rock to look like hair and on top the hair sits a little mitre that he’s pretty sure he had last seen on a little doll in the nursery at the clergy.
- “I see that you are taking very good care of your rock and…”
- “Claude” Aether interrupts and Papa looks over at him blinking in confusion “Claude?” He repeats
- Dew nods he’s head next to Aether “we named him Claude…well actually we named him…” he lets out an ungodly screech that has Copia slamming he’s hands over he’s ears “but you know it loosely translate to Claude”
- Papa stares back down at the rock who just stares back at him “well Claude it is, welcome to the family Claude”
- the ghouls grow so attach to Claude that they never do ask Papa for a real pet. They have Claude and that is enough.
- Copia just hopes the damn thing never goes missing because he’s not sure that the ghouls won’t set hellfire upon the world just to find Claude again.
#welcome to the family Claude#copia is just a stressed out single father doing he’s best#ghost headcanons#nameless ghouls#papa iv#papa copia#papa emeritus iv#ghost#the band ghost#ghost the band#ghost band#ghostbc
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hi! i really love your headcanons and fics, ESPECIALLY fics. i read the brief preview you posted a while back of the story about d/azai teasing c/huya and stopping him from sneezing, i was wondering how that story was going / if you had any more you could share because i am SO excited to read it!
Hello! aughhh thank you~ 😭🥰
I actually have worked a little more on that one!! Theeeen got distracted by a new fic I'm also working on, but now that you bring it up... maybe I'll see if I can get that finished sooner rather than later...!
For nooww, I can drop another little teaser under the cut,
I hope you like it!~ and thank you again for the kind words!!~
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Another beat passes, the heartbeat growing in Dazai’s ears until he’s all but convinced Chuuya can hear it too. In the silent office, it seems inconceivable the dull thump beginning to rattle the floor would go unnoticed.
“Keep going at that rate and you’ll get ink in your mouth.” A tremble in Chuuya’s voice is the only indication of the buzzing ringing through his sinuses.
His fists clench at his side, the urge to rub growing with each passing beat. Each breath brings him closer to relief, yet his posture remains tight. Defensive.
“Is everything alright Chuuya? You seem a bit… distracted.”
“Bastard,” Chuuya growls, barely hiding the gasp that escapes when his lips part. Dazai remains captivated as the display begins anew.
“hh-” A single inhale, a quiver along the bridge of Chuuya’s nose, a tear rolling down his cheeks. There’s a pause, as if testing the waters, waiting for the interruption. When none comes, and the tickle begins to overwhelm him, Chuuya’s eyes flutter shut and…
This time instead of words, Dazai pulls his chair back with an ungodly screech.
The effect is immediate, Chuuya hissing through gritted teeth. “Damn it!
#waterfallasks#thank you so much non!!#the fact that someone like... actually remembers a fic I said I was working on#and ASKS ABOUT IT??? wants to see it!!?!?!#that's so insane to me and im honestly a little speechless hahaha~#thank you soo much i hope you know how much this means to me!!!!#for you (and for the original requester/suggestion maker) i will try to get this fic finished!#i think after a little break with it- hopefully itll be easier to get into the swing~
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WELCOME TO CAMP HAWKINS , CAMPERS.
may 15th , 2024.
the first day of camp has began in the forest of hawkins, indiana. years of waiting as this camp was built has finally ended and the many are so excited that they couldn’t sleep. the counselors has spent days to prepare for opening and the buses are finally pulling in.
but what they don’t know-- is these woods are haunted. the scary stories told around the camp fires are real. ungodly screeches in the night that the owner calms is just the bats from the nearby cave.
as the nights go gone ; the campers get uneasy. that cave is inviting. will they uncover the mysteries of the camp?
camphawkins is a discord au stranger things rp server!
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WELCOME TO CAMP HAWKINS , CAMPERS.
may 15th , 2024.
the first day of camp has began in the forest of hawkins, indiana. years of waiting as this camp was built has finally ended and the many are so excited that they couldn’t sleep. the counselors has spent days to prepare for opening and the buses are finally pulling in.
but what they don’t know-- is these woods are haunted. the scary stories told around the camp fires are real. ungodly screeches in the night that the owner calms is just the bats from the nearby cave.
as the nights go gone ; the campers get uneasy. that cave is inviting. will they uncover the mysteries of the camp?
camphawkins is a discord au stranger things rp server!
TAKEN / APPLICATION / RULES
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A Tiny Bush With Googly Little Eyes.
Put him in a microwave and watch him spin.
Watch him spin faster.
He's having so much fun!
He's spinning faster.
He's crying out!
"WHEEEEE!" A screech of mirth to bless our hellworld!
SPIN! Little bush boy, SPIN!
He's a blur. A demon. An abstract little shape in the microwave. HE's so excited to be spinning that he doesn't even notice the ungodly amount of radiation he's being bombarded with.
Perpetual Energy Bush Boy.
Let him spin.
He's still spinning faster. He's lifting the microwave into the air with the rest of my house.
He doesn't notice. He's just a little bush boy.
Godspeed spinning bush boy.
#shitpost#bush#Little Radioactive Bush Boy#His image jumped me in the shower and I almost died on the spot.
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