#become the froot

[clouvu]

You attack my heart‼️💘

[hazbin-college]

Rosie and Alastor lunch date!

Alastor usually ate lunch by himself, often taking the free time to decompress from all the time he had to spend around classmates. Full time classes plus the extra volunteer hours he needed meant way too much time around moving bodies.

But today Rosie had asked him to eat with her. And how could he say no to his favorite classmate. So they were sat together in the cafeteria, chatting quietly in the mostly empty space. The lunch rush had ended a bit ago and most people were either studying or off somewhere more interesting. It was a good time to be in the usually too loud space.

He set his fork down and excused himself from the conversation for a moment to go to the bathroom, Rosie giggling at his formality, he was always a bit too formal in public. The actions part of his ever kept up school persona. It wouldn’t do him any good if he let it slip in such a public setting.

He checked his appearance in the bathroom mirror, fixing his hair a bit back into place before leaving to go back to his table.

However when he got back into view he paused, eyebrows furrowing a bit at the picture in front of him. Some guy was leaning over the table he had just been at, talking at Rosie with a smug look.

The vibe this dude was giving off made his nose wrinkle, he could spot an ass from a mile away. Rosie of course was humoring him just enough to not be rude, ever the picture perfect host she was. He could easily catch her tells though, she was beyond uncomfortable with this guy presumably hitting on her.

Her eyes glanced over and caught sight of Alastor, her smile straining a bit to show her discomfort to him. Her fingers tucked neatly onto her lap twitched a little, a small movement indicating she wanted him to come over to her.

So of course he did, plastering on his best relaxed smile and sauntering back over to the table that had been hijacked

“Alastor! What a surprise to see you here!” Rosie suddenly spoke, standing up from her spot, nudging past the dude heckling her. She slipped easily into the spot next to him, and looped her elbow in place around his, giving his arm a little squeeze. Asking for him to play along “I was just talking to this lovely gentleman, he was inviting me out to dinner tonight. I do believe we already have plans though, dear. Don’t we?” She prompted, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek.

Alastor’s brain short circuited for all of two seconds. His composure only momentarily lost, before easily putting his front back up and smiling fondly at his friend. Easily keeping the cringe inside his body he had at the kiss “of course! I believe we’re going to see a movie. And then dinner after that? Sorry, but she’ll have to decline your offer” he spoke, directing the last sentence to the intruder in front of them

He didn’t look that intimidating next to Rosie, as they were nearly the same height. However the guy in front of him was a good few inches shorter, and he easily used that to his advantage. Tilting his chin up just slightly so he had to look down at the pest a little more. His schooled expression giving a slightly wider smile, enough to be unsettling. And it did its job, the guy looking visibly uncomfortable

“This your boyfriend or somthin’?” He asked rather rudely, gesturing a sloppily pointed finger towards Alastor.

“He is indeed! It just slipped my mind not to mention him in our previous conversations. You know how it is when you’ve been with someone a long time, occasionally you just forget other’s don’t know!” Her voice remained polite and patient throughout her words, as it usually did. But she was tense against him. He could assume this man has been a consistent problem if its got her out of sorts. So who was he to not play along.

“I think we should probably be off now anyway. We don’t want to forget to grab a snack and a drink for our movie” Alastor had spoken before the guy in front of him had the chance “pleasure to meet you! Maybe I’ll see you again and we can chat longer” he hummed, turning to place his own small kiss onto Rosie’s cheek. Before gently tugging her along to head towards the exit. He didn’t want to keep up this charade any longer than he had to. However the annoyed grumbling behind him did amuse him a little.

Once they were far enough from the building to not chance the same guy seeing them again Rosie pulled her arm from Alastor’s grip, and let out a long sigh “I apologize. He has been a thorn in my side too many times now, and doesn’t seem to know how to take a no unless I’m already claimed by someone” she said, emphasizing her annoyance with an eye roll “really, how hard is it to understand I don’t want to go on a date simply because you aren’t my type” she huffed, before shifting her attention back to her friend, and smiling, clasping her hands together “you did lovely though! And I appreciate you playing along”

Alastor simply gave a shrug “if it gets him off your back I don’t mind. I don’t plan on making a habit out of it though” he said, scrunching his nose a bit. He didn’t like public affection at all, he didn’t want to be touching anyone ever with a public audience “how about next time he bothers you I knock a few of his teeth out” he grinned. Anyone else would have taken that as a fake offer. But Rosie knew better, he absolutely would.

She shook her head with a little exasperated laugh “no, you know I don’t like you fighting. I’m sure I can handle it the next time he comes around again. Hopefully that little show will keep his sights off me for a bit” she smiled, nudging Alastor with her elbow “could I persuade you into turning that movie date idea into something real? I’ve been dying to go to the theater again” her tone was a tad teasing, but in the loving way he knew.

He gave a contemplative hum, tapping his chin with a finger “I suppose I’d be okay with seeing something, but you have to pay” he shot back. And Rosie gave a little laugh, nodding. That was him bluffing, she knew he was far too much of a gentleman to ever make her pay. She would of course if given the option. But he liked to buy her things. One of the few ways he could expression his appreciation for her.

So they were off together to buy snacks and catch a movie. The previous altercation all but forgotten now.

[woundedluvz]

you don’t say…

(they are all from me)

[yeorisanaxox]

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ღhongjoong. You knew when he was frustrated— the sound his pen made, scribbling aggressively over whatever was displeasing him before starting a new page. And the process would repeat until he was too frustrated to even look at his work and bury his face in his palms. Right now he was beating himself up and letting every doubt torment him until tears.

Your hand suddenly touches his shoulder while the other gently pries his hands away from his face and you're met with those glossy eyes. Another tear escapes them as your hands gently cup his cheeks, wiping them away.

“Take a break sweetie. Come lay down for a bit.” You say more like a question, hoping that he would agree. He swallowed down a sob that was burning in his throat, “but—”

“It will all be here waiting when you come back. I promise.”

It was a short moment before he gave in and let you pull him away from his work and onto the studio couch where he realized the second he was in your arms, how exhausted he really was and dozed off not even a second later.

ღseonghwa. The duality of this man was truly unreal. On stage he put on the persona of the most intimidating being created versus off stage and how he was now, curled up underneath your pink blanket that had my melody all over it with his nintendo switch nestled in his hands, playing animal crossing. You never did understand how to play but seeing him so immersed, you weren’t sure if he was aware how close the device was to his face.

“Hwa?”

He hums in response, still looking at the screen, leaving you to have to reach over and cup his cheek and turn him to you. His eyes widened at the action, taken completely off guard. You can only laugh at how adorable he looked and booped his nose.

“The screen was too close. Don’t want you to hurt your eyes.” You tell him and rest your hand back in your lap.

“Oh.” Is all he said but you noted when he lowered the device from his face and went back to the game with a fainted blush that he was trying to bite back.

ღyunho. It was just a prank you had seen on tiktok and wanted to try on him. Walking up to him at mid bite of him stuffing another spoonful of froot loops in his mouth, he pauses when you suddenly put your palm out in front of him. Wiping the trickle of milk off his chin, looking between you and it, trying to piece together exactly what you wanted. Your fingers wiggled around boredly in the air like they were waiting and him not knowing what to do, subconsciously leans forward and places his chin in your palm.

Your instant cooing startles him a bit before he’s nervously laughing at the situation at hand.

“Is that what you wanted?”

ღyeosang. Is the kindest, most gentle soul to ever grace mankind, sometimes you can’t help but to just stare in awe at how politely he’d covered his mouth while laughing or smile shyly whenever the guys would tease him. Sometimes even turning to you with a pout for help. You’d let him lean his head against your shoulder to hide his burning cheeks, gently cooing at him asyour hands would cup them and rub them with your thumbs to comfort him.

ღsan. Always did become a bit clingy when he was drunk. Needing you to be right by his side and clinging on to you by the arm as he nuzzled his face in your neck.

“I’m not even that drunk.” He mumbles, believing it was more so to himself but you still heard it, giggling when he then hiccups, shaking your body too.

“Oh yeah? Let me see.” Nudging your shoulder to help him sit up a little. He still hugs your arm and beams up at you, making his dimples pop out.

“See—” hiccuping again. You can’t resist cupping his cheek and plant a short but sweet kiss to his cheek.

ღmingi. You believe it was one of those days for him. One of those days where he just couldn’t seem to leave your side. Wherever you went, he was sure to follow, always whining out a tiny ‘wait,’ before latching on to your wrist and going with you. Sometimes just to tease him, you can’t help it because he always reacted too wholesomely when you try to pull away from him.

Those boba eyes seemed to glisten brighter as he pouted, feigning hurt all over. You’d cup his cheeks hastily, pulling his face closer to yours, thumbing over them lovingly.

“Sorry princess, you’re just too precious.”

ღwooyoung. If there wasn’t anything this guy loved more, it was having your attention. You just didn’t understand— on the outside, he liked to portray being unbothered and waving an accusing finger of, “you’re so obsessed with me.” When really on the inside, his heart felt like it was going to beat right out his chest.

And whenever you would cup his cheeks before a kiss, it took every muscle to not cripple at your feet. Such a gentle touch yet it made his head feel so dizzy.

“Kiss me.” He mumbles against your lips, causing you to giggle. “I am kissing you honey.”

“Good.” Pecking your lips again, and again, and again. “Don’t stop.”

ღjongho. As much as you loved your boyfriend, sometimes he could be a menacing little shit. Loving how riled up you’d get from his antics, not stopping until you’re huffing and puffing, and folding your arms at him.

Now he was the one who asked if you could help take his makeup off because he felt too lazy to do it but every time you brought the cotton pad near his eyes, he’d turn his head in the other direction.

First, thinking nothing of it until he did it again a second time and a third time, seeing him bite back a smile. By the fourth and fifth, you firmly grabbed underneath his chin and held him in place. *That went straight to his dick ngl* drawing a smirk of your own, seeing him shift below you uncomfortably.

“Be a good boy and be still.”

“Woof.” He responds clearly turned on.

written by yeorisanaxox. No translations or reposting. Leave a like and reblog w [feedback is much appreciated] ✨

[coco-loco-nut]

The Manuscript

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x Reader, Lando Norris x Reader

Summary: "write what you know/lookin' backwards/might be the only way to move forward"

A/n: Surprise, here is a gift from my breakup writing! This album didn't have one miss. Unfortunately, this is not inspired by my own breakup.

requests open masterlist series masterlist __________

You have been holed up in your apartment outside of Nice, France, having moved there from America after your first bestseller. The ocean and beach usually help you write, but you are stuck, so your friends drag you out to Monaco for a girl's weekend.

As you sip on your drink, a guy slides up to you at the bar next to your hotel. "I'm not a donor but I'd give you my heart if you needed it," he says, glancing at your license, and you turn to him, rolling your eyes.

"You are a professional," you take in the guy beside you. His eyes crinkle as he smiles.

"No, just a good samaritan," you let out a small laugh, tilting your head back and finishing your drink.

"A good samaritan would buy another round," your eyes sparkle playfully as he sits beside you, taking your silent invitation to flirt and talk. Your friends leave you alone for the rest of the night, happy to see you relaxed.

He takes you out for coffee the next morning, getting to know each other more. You find out some of the small things, he is 30, does something dangerous for a job, and you learn his first name.

"If the sex is as good as the conversation is, soon we might be pushing strollers," he teases. You become a frequent visitor to Monaco, spending passionate nights and quiet days in his insanely expensive apartment. You lay in bed, him stroking your hair, legs intertwined under the sheets, a light breeze flowing from the windows. You silently wished you were 30 too.

"You are wise beyond your years, this has really been above board, love," his accent soothing as he pulls you closer. You two were planning a year's worth of adventures with each other, you made your coffee together in a French press every morning, and things were going well. But soon it was over, and you weren't sure if things really were above board. Daniel Ricciardo was just a sad memory. You found out who he really was a year after they dated, seeing him in an ad on social media.

After the split, you booked a flight home, only sleeping in your mother's bed the week you were home, crying yourself to sleep. You only are Froot Loops and other children's cereal when she returned to her home in France and dated boys her own age, but they never worked out. You released another book, but it was missing something, your personal experiences were not infused into the book. It was still a best seller.

Years later, you returned to Monaco to celebrate her best friend's birthday where you met another boy your own age. He sees your disillusioned view of love and strives to turn it around. You sit in his apartment, a dartboard on the back of his door and you write and write.

The past couple years had passed by like scenes of a show. You had anonymously taken some writing and literature classes taught in English, your French was good but not that good. Your professor selected your first bestseller for one of the course texts. Thier statement regarding your book stuck with you the most. "Something I learned from Y/n L/n's debut book was to write what you know, looking backwards is sometimes the only way to move forward. She had said in interviews that she writes to heal and loves to infuse her life into her books, making it an intimate read," the professor had analyzed not only your books but also interviews. You approached the professor and introduced yourself, safe to say you didn't have to write an analysis paper on your book.

"How is your book?" your boyfriend asks as you furiously type, the actors hitting their marks.

"A wise professor once said to write what you know. Looking back might be the only way to move forward," you hum. He knew about your ex, but he only knows the ex's first name so he never thought much about the relationship despite you being open about it.

The slow dance of words was alight with sparks as tears fell from your eyes in sync with the score as you type the final words of your manuscript. Your boyfriend holds you close, eyes scanning the computer. At last, you knew what all the agony the last few years had been for.

Now and then you and your boyfriend reread the manuscript as it passes through editing. You go on an American book tour as he travels for work. You set up a camera for the book announcement, holding your book, simply titled 'The Manuscript'.

"To my ex, the only thing left is The Manuscript, one last souvenir from my trips to your shores. Dear readers, the story isn't mine anymore, it's yours," the short video goes viral. Your boyfriend sees a text pop up on your phone from a number you never bothered to block.

Daniel Ricciardo Y/n what the hell?

"Daniel Ricciardo was your ex?" Lando asks, never really putting the puzzle together.

"Yeah, he never even told me who he really was, I should've asked in fairness," you say cautiously. You noticed the next too.

"Well, I'm glad he didn't turn you off drivers. And I'm glad that I am the one who gets to love you," Lando hugs you, not mad at you for not disclosing that information.

"I love you, Lan, please don't give me a reason to write anything but a sweet romance book about you," you whisper, a silent plea to whoever decides fate.

"What about one of those smut books that girls like to take and read on vacation at the beach?" Lando jokes, your face flushing.

"Hmm, maybe," your smile lights up the room and Lando can't help but silently thank his former teammate for fucking up. Nothing satisfies both of you more than the look on Daniel's face when you show up to a grand prix on Lando's arm. You approach the Australian, fishing the book from your bag.

"Now and then I re-read The Manuscript, the story isn't mine anymore," you hand him the book, a handwritten note tucked into the pages as he watches you walk away. A reminder of everything he had and lost remains.

[kissitbttr]

Ok, imagine Miguel and Glen just casually talking

'i told you we are going serious'

'if you are going serious with her why haven't you met her family or something?'

After that he has been persistently asking about y/n's family and he eventually tells y/n he wants to meet them

(first time asking for something lol sorry if I made some mistakes, love the way you write <3)

“So got any plans with your girl and her family this Christmas?”

Miguel stops eating his cereal before looking up, seeing Glen taking a seat in front of him,

“What do you mean?”

Glen gives him a look, one that Miguel doesn’t understand. “I meant, are you going to spend some time with her family next week. Unless you both are only fucking around-“

“We’re not” Miguel’s quick to say, resuming to feed himself a spoonful of froot loops. Your favorite ones. And now it has become his favorite too. “We’re serious. She’s the one”

Hearing that makes Glen smile, leaning forward against the marble top as he hears how defensive his best friend gets with his girlfriend. “Okay that’s good. But does she know that?”

“What the fuck are you talking about, compá?”

“That you’re getting serious with her” Glen shrugs, interlocking his hands. “Because it’s been like what, almost six months you guys are fucking around-“

“We are not, fucking around” Miguel repeats through gritting teeth.

“Okay shit, sorry. Don’t kill me” Glen apologizes with a smile. “But has she ever, I don’t know—Asked you to go meet her family?”

Miguel thinks for a while before shrugging, playing with his food. “Not really… She never really talked about it so i assumed it’s a sensitive topic. She has a brother though.”

“Oh. Well okay” Glen answers with a sigh, earning a frown from Miguel as he stops chewing,

“What the hell is that?”

“The hell is what?!”

“That!” Miguel points, dropping his spoon. “Fuck, do i have something to worry about?!”

“What, no! Man—Christ! I didn’t peg you for an overthinker, O’Hara” Glen jokes, but Miguel doesn’t find it funny. “I’m just saying… If shit’s getting serious then you should probably ask her to go meet her family. If not then—“

“Fucking stop. I can’t and won’t hear what you’re about to say next.” Miguel stands up from his chair, grabbing the bowl before dumping it on the sink. “I mean she—she knows that i’m serious with her… Right? She’s got to be… Or maybe is she not—“

“Woah okay hey” Glen immediately jumps to console Miguel after seeing the defeated look on his face and the crack of his voice. Not exactly fond of seeing the distress expression across Miguel’s face.

“She knows, man.. Of course she does” Glen says, “that girl’s crazy in love with you it’s almost sickening. so i doubt she’ll leave your ass”

“You think so?” Miguel’s eyes soften at the confirmation. “She told you that?”

Glen only smile, hiding something that his best friend doesn’t know and he likes to keep it that way.

“Nope. Just a simple observation” He lies. “She here?”

“Yeah. Sleeping upstairs” Miguel’s heart blooms at the thought of his pretty girlfriend tucked comfortably underneath the covers of his bed,

“Alright then why the fuck are you still here? Be a gentleman, wake her up and get her breakfast. It’s almost 9” Glen claps his shoulder before walking away, resuming his daily routine.

Miguel’s hand reaches out next to the stove, grabbing the brown paper bag filled with your favorite cinnamon roll and lemon loaf along with an iced coffee from the cafe. He couldn’t decide which one you prefer to eat for breakfast, so he bought two instead.

He goes back to his room, entering in silence only to find you already woken up. His eyes light up when his favorite smile look up to him. The cause of his heart beat to quicken, knees to buckle and ruby irises to dilate,

He doesn’t think he’ll get tired of it,

“I was wondering where my big boy has gone” You stretch out your arms, kicking the covers off.

Miguel walks towards the bed, cheeks warming at the nickname. “Was craving cereal for breakfast so i went down to get some. I didn’t wanna wake you”

He takes a seat at the edge of the bed as you prop yourself up to sit up straight, the collar of his shirt you’re wearing falls down to one of your shoulder. Exposing your soft skin, littering with marks of his teeth from last night,

“So sweet of you, baby” You move to sit on your knees and move forward to kiss his lips. “What’s that?”

“Oh, this?” He moves the bag to your lap and set the iced coffee next to your bed. “Your breakfast. I got your favorites.”

Your eyes soften at his gesture, jutting your bottom lip forward. “Are you saying, you ate a cereal but you bought me bakery goods? Why would you do that?”

“You’re my girl” He responds as if it’s the most obvious thing. “I’m supposed to take care of you, mi amor.”

Your heart soars when he gives you his lovesick smile as his head tilts a bit to the side. “I love you, you know that? But i would’ve been just fine with cereal.” Your hands wrapped around his neck as he keeps a steady grip on your hips, drawing you close,

“Ay, cariño. I’ve lost count on the amount of times you’ve eaten that ever since you start sleeping over here” He chuckles, moving your hair to the back. “You need some better food in your system”

“Awe. I love how you’re taking care of me” You coo, giggling at your boyfriend lovely gesture.

He eyes you for a moment. From the crease of your brows, to your cute nose, and down to your soft full lips that he adores.

Gorgeous doesn’t even begin to describe you.

“What’s on your mind, Miggy?” You wonder, fingers move to lose themselves under his chocolate hair. “Hm?”

“Just thinking”

“About?”

“About when i get to meet your family” He blurts, causing your movement to stop. He panics for a little.

“I mean y-you don’t have to, wait—i mean we don’t have to” He nervously laughs, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. “I know we never actually talked about it. Which is why i won’t pressure you. But i would like to meet them someday… I want them to know that i’m not just some guy and that i’m taking good care of you and all”

You watch how he rambles. Feeling flustered at the choice of his words, especially the last one. He doesn’t want to come off cocky or anything but he can’t deny the fact that he’s the only man who has been treating you like a princess and he doesn’t even have to ask you for the truth.

A grin spreads across your features, letting out a giggle at how cute he’s acting. “You are, baby. You’re meeting my family”

His eyes widens. “Wait, i am?”

“Yes” You nod, pecking his nose. “I’m taking you to dinner with my family for Thanksgiving and Christmas. I already told them. It was supposed to be a surprise for you, though”

“Holy shit. Really?” Again, you nod which makes him smile even bigger. “This is the best news ever! I can’t wait to win them over!”

“You’re so cute, Miguel”

[livesincerely]

”Hi,” a voice says, much closer than he expects. Davey turns to find a woman at his elbow—pretty, with long, tawny hair and big brown eyes—and her smile is sweet and a little shy. “I’m Julia.”

”Uh, hi,” Davey replies, a little confused.

His first thought is that she needs help flagging down the bartender; Davey’s tall and the place is packed, so it’s a reasonable assumption.

Instead, she says, “I don’t usually do this, but, I thought, maybe— And, my friends said I should just be brave and go for it, so, uh, would you be interested in maybe going out sometime? With me?”

”Oh, uh,” Davey rubs a hand over the back of his neck, a little thrown. He scrambles for a good way to turn her down without being mean. “I’m actually not—“

”Dave, did you want any food or just the drink?” Tony asks, tugging at his shirt sleeve to get his attention.

Davey latches onto him like a lifeline.

”I’m here with my boyfriend, Tony,” he lies, throwing an arm around Tony’s shoulders and pulling him in close.

Tony, because he’s the absolute best and Davey’s new favorite person, doesn’t even miss a beat.

“Oh, hey,” he says, curling into Davey’s side. “Sorry, this one’s taken, but believe me, I understand the appeal.”

”Oh my god,” Julia says, looking mortified. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize—“

”No biggie,” Tony says easily. “It happens.”

He turns back to Davey, lifts up on his toes, and presses a chaste kiss to his lips. “Come on, babe,” he says, with a ridiculous eyebrow wriggle. “Help me carry our drinks.”

Julia excuses herself with another flustered apology—Davey almost feels bad, but mostly he’s relieved at how relatively painless the whole exchange was.

“I owe you one,” Davey murmurs to Tony as they escape, heading to their table.

Tony snorts. “Oh, trust me, I’m about to get it back, with interest, in sheer entertainment value.”

“What do you mean?” Davey asks.

“Judging by the look on his face, Jack definitely saw what just went down,” Tony says, oddly vindictive. “And he ate the last of my fucking Froot Loops yesterday, so he deserves what’s coming to him.”

“What’s coming to him?” Davey questions, a little too drunk to follow this new thread of the conversation.

“Don’t worry about it,” Tony says, patting his shoulder. “Here, sit.”

He pushes Davey into the open seat next to Jack—who's watching them with a strange expression, tension pulling at the corners of his mouth.

That tension only grows more pronounced as Tony plops himself into Davey’s lap and makes himself nice and comfortable. Davey just wraps his arms around Tony’s waist, resigned to this becoming A Whole Thing.

”Everyone here owes me money,” Tony announces gleefully to the table at large. “He didn’t even make it five minutes.”

There’s a collective groan.

“Who was it this time?” Specs asks, digging into his pockets for his wallet.

”Girl at the bar,” Tony says, nodding in the right direction. “The one in the green dress.”

The whole group turns to look as one, not even trying to be discreet. Davey resists the urge to sigh.

“She actually seemed normal,” Tony continues, with audible disbelief. Davey wishes he could take offense but, unfortunately, it’s well-warranted. “Cute, too. I wouldn’t’ve chased her off if Dave hadn’t signaled.”

”And where did kissing him factor int’a the equation?” Jack asks, crossing his arms over his chest as he leans back in his chair.

“You kissed Davey?” Albert asks loudly, looking intrigued. He turns to Davey and continues, “You let him kiss you? Don’t’cha know where his mouth has been?”

“Fuck off, Albie, I’m fresh as a fucking daisy—“

“No one should be kissin’ Davey,” Jack insists with a scowl.

“Dave didn’t mind,” Tony says with a smirk. He’s clearly enjoying this way too much. “And anyway, we had’ta sell it.”

“Oh, I bet you fucking did,” Jack mutters under his breath.

“How come Racer gets to mack on Davey?” Albert complains, which tracks—tequila always makes him pouty. “It’s my birthday! If anyone gets to kiss Davey, it should be me.”

“Pretty sure that’s not how that works,” Romeo tells Albert as Jack sputters soundlessly.

“Sure, it does,” Al insists. “Hey, Dave, can I kiss you?”

“No one is kissing Davey!” Jack says. He kind of looks like he’s got a swarm of bees in his mouth, his cheeks flushed and puffed out, his jaw working furiously.

“Uh, not with that fuckin’ attitude,” Albert scoffs, extremely unimpressed. “How ‘bout it, Dave?”

Davey blinks. “Um…”

“No one else is kissing Davey,” Jack orders.

[arabriddler]

just published the (official) first fic in my batman AU about Edward before becoming The Riddler

( You can read it here )

thank you @hauntedpearl for betaing this fic!

I hope you have fun reading it !

tag list :

@zellergraham @gottaread2 @froot-of-the-vine @hyyyperfixated @aslightaddity @silentcutekitten @riddlekid @a-library-of-old

[maleyanderecafe]

Your favorite yandere visual novels? PS:can you reccomend some for me?

Hmmm, good question. I think most of the yandere visual novels I like tend to be ones that are less well known since I've played so many (as a person who has to feed my blog), I tend to like more unique yandere games instead of those which are more popular. And also anything that has a sub yandere (personality or otherwise) tends to have my heart as well. That being said, there are some more popular yanderes on here too just because I do like some of those ones as well.

Cemetery Mary - I'm procrastinating on doing a recommendation on this one because I want to also play Blackout Hospital since it goes a bit more into the yandere, but I really like how this story is and how is shows the reveal of the yandere. Mary is also very cute and a very interesting and fun main character.

The Snake's Taken a Spouse - this one is r18 and plays more like Degrees of Lewdity, and the artwork isn't that good, but Shimil is... charming. I like him and I feel bad for everything that he has to go through. It's cool seeing how he tries his best for you.

Sweetest Valentine/Where Two Flowers Meet - I'm lumping these two together mostly because I just like the way that Syllphan writes stories. They both are very different from each other but have pretty interesting takes on yanderes. I need to double check if For Amerta has one, but even if it doesn't I'll probably still love the game.

Karamu - Karamu... is just really well done. I really like stylized games and Karamu does it wonderfully with it's blue color scheme and comic book like aesthetic. Plus we get to slowly unveil the mystery the main character has gotten herself into.

Stuck in a Yandere Visual Novel.... Help!! - from what I played in the first demo, I really like the comedy in this one. It knows the yandere trope pretty well so I like how they play around with it. Everything is kind of in a cutesy pink aesthetic, which is also a fun thing. I really need to get around to finishing the game.

ITYH: Horror Otome/Saccharine - Saccharine is less of a visual novel, but like with Syllhan, I really like Amiralo's writing style. Most of their stories are bittersweet with not so happy endings in a lot of them, and very interesting yanderes overall.

Mushroom Oasis - I'm pretty guilty of trying to get a bunch of people to play the game but listen, Mycheal is very cute and I really like his design. The creator is still working on it and it has become one of the most popular yandere games under the yandere tag on itch.io, so that's probably a good sign right?

Froot Basket Valentine / Froot Basket Dark Chocolate - Dark Chocolate is a prequel to Valentine, but they are both fun to play through. Valentine is a bit more goofy since you see everyone's heads as fruits for the most part while Dark Chocolate is far darker. But it is cool seeing how the yandere progresses in each of these stories.

Heart Fragment - very well made game, though Kay is kind of a light but clingy yandere. And boy do I love my clingy yanderes. Still this is probably one of those games that we play more for the story rather than the yandere. Still would totally recommend it because it is very, VERY well made.

The Science of Staying Awake - big fan of the concept of someone- Something that so desperately wants to hold you but also drives you insane if you do? That's very cool and the horror on that is really creepy if you think about it and also a bit sad.

Kimbark Street - I like seeing the point of view of yanderes, or just any character that is on the more evil side. You can really see how their obsession drives them and what they will do to get what they want, whether the person they love knows it or not.

You can probably see I don't have as many dark yandere games on this list, which is mostly because while I do enjoy darker yandere content (in terms of murder sims and whatnot) I also am not the target audience for them since I love to torture my yanderes, not be tortured by them. Still, I can admit that they are fun to play through. I have a lot more that I like, but here is hopefully a good list of games that you too might enjoy.

[invis-o-william]

Dannymay Day 1: Insect

Danny had just settled in at his desk after a long night of chasing the Box Ghost away from the local container store (Don't ask.) when he noticed something on his wall. Squinting at it, he saw it scuttle further up the wall before grabbing a cup to catch it with. Sam had admonished him for killing "poor innocent spiders" several times before, and he'd relented to just releasing them outside now instead.

Trudging over to the wall, he stopped when he noticed a pretty obvious feature of the bug. It's head was shaped like Vlad Plasmus' hair.

"What the...?" He trained off, and the "bug"'s eyes flashed red before it started to scurry up the wall. With his quick reflexes, Danny slammed the thing into the wall producing a small "thud" and looked at the pieces of what he could now confirm was a spy–bug as they fell to the floor.

"Great," Danny sighed, "This is going to be a problem."

- - -

Danny didn't know just how accurate that statement would be. Vlad's DALV Co. spy-bugs kept popping up everywhere. At school, at the dinner table, and especially in his parents' lab. Danny had caught more than a few crawling all over and scanning his parents blueprints for new ghost fighting gear. Each time he saw a new one. He would either smash it to bits or vaporize it with a ghost ray, but the bugs just kept coming. Which is why he was so glad when Tucker came to him with a plan.

They currently had one of the spy-bugs in a box (Danny had found a thing in his living room) while Tucker was working on his PDA.

"So what are you going to do with it?" Sam asked from the bean bag chair next to Danny's desk.

"We're going to give it back to Vlad." Tucker said, "With a few modifications." Grabbing a cord, he carefully reached into the bag and plugged it into the crawling robot before connecting it to his PDA, and with a few more taps his job was done. "Okay, you're good to release it."

Glancing in the box Danny took the now docile spy-bug to the bedroom window and let it go outside.

" You still didn't tell us what it'll do Tuck." Danny complained. Tucker smiled and mischievously.

- - -

Vlad was elated. Finally, one of his devices had made it back from Fentonworks. He figured some of them had been found out by Daniel, especially the ones he had tailing the boy, but he had thought at least one would have made it back to him by now. His patience had paid off with the arrival of this drone though, and he went to carefully plug it into his lab computer. Opening the drive and downloading the file, he brought up the feed to see... His screen becoming infested with images of Froot Loops. With his face on them. He tried to close out of the images but no matter what he did more and more appeared on screen without end.

- - -

Danny swore that night he could hear the frustrated scream coming all the way from Vlad's mansion. He'd have to pay Tucker back with a nice trip to the Nasty Burger for this.

[sssturniolofart]

be my good boy?

warnings: smut, mentions of droogs, lots of kissing and touching, MORE SMUT😈

relations: Yn x matt

I was hanging out with Matt and his brothers in Chris's room.

Chris and Nick were streaming and me and Matt were out of the camera frame making out and smoking on the floor. Of course we had to take our precautions.

The boys didn't want their "cult" to find out that they smoked. Or that Matt had a girlfriend.

I took a hit from the new cart he has just got. Apparently it was froot loops flavored.

I blew it in his face for him to inhale it "oooh it is really good, my love." I said looking into his eyes and rubbing his cheeks with my thumb.

he slightly blushed. and kissed me after he exhaled the smoke out of his mouth.

I was sitting on his lap and as we were getting more into the kiss I felt his hand go down my back and onto my ass.

He slowly pushed me a bit making me grind on him. I could feel his hard cock on my thigh and heard him let out a quiet moan into my ear.

"you like it huh?" I smirked whispering into his ear. I started to move a bit more and faster as I heard his breath become a bit louder. "I do" he groaned.

I swiftly looked over at his brothers, Chris and Nick who were to distracted talking to the live and looking at their phones.

I then continued to move my hips dry humping him and making him moan softly into my ears. "your sweet moans. love them." I whispered, kissing his cheek after i said that.

"m-mommy can we go to my room?" he whimpered

"will you be my good boy" I asked slowly coming to a stop at grinding on him.

He quickly nodded and almost pushed me off of him so he could get up. He walked over to his brothers as I stayed by the door.

"Hey I'm gonna be right back. give me 20 minutes?" he whispered, just loud enough for the live to hear.

He quickly walked away and over to me to open the door and let us both walk out to his room. We both rushed to his room and once we got to his room he slammed the door and locked it.

As soon as he locked it he was already taking off his hoodie and shirt. The cart fell out of his hoodie but he ignored it. Then looked at me with puppy dog eyes and walked up to me grabbing my hands and kissing them.

"I love you mommy" he whispered to me in between the kisses. he wrapped his arms around my waist and hugged me tight burying his face into my neck. I felt sloppy kissed on my neck and quietly moaned.

He reached his arms into my shirt and unclipped my bra and slowly helped me take it off. After both of the straps crawled down my arms he lifted my shirt up.

We were against each other kissing each other walking towards the bed.

once we reached the bed he took off his jeans and laid on the bed. I took off my sweat pants and was left in my red lace panties and sat right on top of him.

He laid his hands on my hips and slowly moved me forward and backwards, I could feel his hard cock twitch under me.

"Mmh ,just like that mommy. keep going" he groaned.

I pressed my chest against his and arched my back while grinding on him and leaving kisses onto his cheeks, neck, and his chest.

I felt him rubbing my back while moaning and bucking his hips up to mine.

"Mmmommy let me fuck you, please" he begged tracing my curves with his hands.

I moaned and kissed his lips "fuck me matt" I said between this kisses.

He quickly took off his boxers and slid my panties down to my ankles. He took a long while to look at my body before touching me.

I grabbed his hand and placed it on my stomach. he eventually picked me up and adjusted me so he was comfortable.

I spit on his veiny cock before sliding down on it, bouncing up and down on it. he was moaning and bucking his hips up and thrusting into me more

"F-fuck matt- I'm gonna-" I moaned before I was cut off by Matt "cumming mommy, please come. let me cum with you please. please mommy please" he begged tears almost falling from his eyes.

"cum with me, my good boy" I shouted. we edged until we both came at the same time.

I then laid right next to him after we were both left out of breath trying to calm down from our high.

"Thank you mommy" he said turning his naked body over and hugging mine.

"I love you Matty" I giggled. "I love you too" he said smiling into my chest.

...

A couple seconds later we heard banging at the door. It was Chris .

"THANKS DUMB ASSES WERE BANNED FROM TWITCH CAUSE OF YOU." he yelled from outside the door. I looked down at matt and he just smirked at me and giggled. "Sorry" I giggled back.

.......

that's all🤭

ty for reading 😘

@sturniolox3 @mangosrar @christinarowie332 @sturnphilia @stvrniolotrp @strniohoeee @sturniololoverr @judebellinghamsgf22

[blutonews]

https://www.blutonews.org/article/9

Bluto's cool new teeth tatt's start a revolutionary practice!

FEB 28, 2024

Once was the age of wearing your heart on your sleeve, now comes the newfangled genius of wearing your words on your grin! Bluto's become quite the fashionista as of late and has been making daring stride in the industry. Here we see him sporting his new 'teeth tattoos' inspired by froot by the foot tongue tattoos and grils of ghetto fashion. The words depicted draw to his natural bravado and cordial nature paired to his brashly affectionate tendencies. Pulling it together with the fashionable ideation of the klondike gold rush, Bluto might just have what it takes to make it big, if he isn't big enough!

[jimmy-dipthong]

罠英語・Trap words pt 2

Part 1 had some satisfying explanations for the etymology of trap words. This time it’s the opposite - we’ll be looking at some trap words that have unclear origins.

コーンフレーク → cornflakes ✅… but also → any breakfast cereal ✅

Though the word コーンフレーク is used to refer to cornflakes specifically, it is also used more generally to refer to any breakfast cereal at all. Researching to find evidence of this usage was difficult, despite its widespread usage. Every Japanese dictionary defines コーンフレーク as cereal made of flakes of corn, without so much as a mention of the common “misconception”. You get a hint of the reality of the common usage when you google 「コーンフレーク 意味」— three of the results on the first page are variations of 「シリアルとコーフレークの違いは何？」.

The best I can do for evidence is this video from Kevin’s English Room where they refer to various cereals like Froot Loops and Reese’s Puffs as コーンフレーク.¹

非常に代表的なアメリカのコーンフレークでございます "This is an extremely typical American breakfast cereal."

Part of the silence here is due to Japanese speakers being generally a bit more linguistically prescriptivist than English speakers, especially when it comes to loan words. There seems to be this notion that the original English definition is the “correct” one - but this isn’t the case! The “correct” use of a word is simply one that conveys the intended meaning. That’s just how language evolves. It’s why “nonplussed” has come to mean “unconcerned” instead of its original opposite meaning. Not to mention, when a word is borrowed into another language, it is now a part of that language. It goes through phonetic changes to match the language's phoneme inventory and syllabic structure, gains its own meaning, and can play by the unconscious sound and grammar rules of the new language.² The Japanese word コーンフレーク and the English word cornflake are not the same word! And it’s ok for them to mean different things! I don’t think this sentiment is widely accepted by Japanese culture, which explains why it’s so hard to find a Japanese dictionary definition that defines コーンフレーク as “breakfast cereal”. (Jisho does though!³)

As far as its origins are concerned, I believe this is a simple case of genericisation (though I can't find any evidence to support that), similar to how we call all hook-and-loop fasteners "velcro".

ハンドル → handle ❌ → steering wheel ✅

This word is was also hard to find any etymology on. Even the best articles I could find are unsure about its origins. There are a couple of theories but nothing solid.

The word ハンドルバー for the handlebars of a bike may have been misinterpreted to mean “steering mechanism” rather than “horizontal pole to grab” and applied to cars as well.⁴ Then in standard Japanese fashion, the word was trimmed down to four morae, becoming ハンドル. Another article suggested that it originally came from the “handling” of a car. The wheel controls the handling, so 「ハンドルを操るホイール」 may have just been shortened to ハンドル.

テンション → tension ❌ → excitement ✅

テンション is often used in phrases like 「ハイテンション」　「テンションを上げる」　「テンションを下げる」, to mean the energy or vibes of a situation. This graph might help:

I did a lot of digging on this, and I couldn’t find any reliable sources or actual records of how テンション came to have this meaning. The best explanation I could find came from an unsourced yahoo answers question (lol), but there does seem to be a consensus: It seems to come from musical tension, specifically tension chords on guitar.⁵⁶⁷ The first use of テンション in this way may have come from bands playing at live concerts. “Tension” in a chord is an extra note that’s not a basic part of the chord.⁸ Apparently adding this extra sound causes a feeling of anticipation - it feels like the music is building up to a resolution, which gets people excited at a concert. Musicians would use the phrase 「テンションコードを上げる」, meaning “build excitement with tension chords”, which became simply 「テンションを上げる」, and this phrase was then adopted by the general population and taken out of its musical context, becoming a trap word!

[1] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tROynQjSSVc [2] https://www.tumblr.com/javerend/702780060197879809/these-are-all-good-thoughts-im-going-to-borrow?source=share [3] https://jisho.org/search/コーンフレーク [4] https://nihon5-bunka.net/jinglish-handle/ [5] https://detail.chiebukuro.yahoo.co.jp/qa/question_detail/q13195893143 [6] https://kimini.online/blog/archives/22851 [7] https://dhits.docomo.ne.jp/feed/10004705 [8] https://hubguitar.com/music-theory/chord-tensions

[moonlight-stalker]

# 12 Mha x Dp

Danny appears in the Bnha world as a 6 and half-year-old after escaping their world. He had escaped with Jazz's help but got separated when they enter the world. He ends up jumping into fights and bringing down both the hero and the villain every time before leaving. After showing he is extremely powerful, smart, and seems to have many quirks has made himself a target for everyone.

The hero commission wants to control him and have another soldier

All Might belove he is either All for One child or he is going to become the next All for one

All one wants to either train the child or take his quirk he is also interested because Danny looks like his little brother as a child

Nezu wants the child because he had made several weapons from flamethrowers to laser guns and has been able to outsmart him

Tomura wants him at his party

Jazz wants her brother back and to keep all of the Froot Loops away from him

[twiixr4kidz]

MORE NAMELESS GHOUL HEADCANONS

:3 (there are going to be so many parts to this series)

swiss has a gummy bear problem. it's gotten to the point where it'll be all he eats for days

cumulus's skin tastes like froot loops

aether sneezes really fucking loud and it scares the shit out of dew every single time

mountain absolutely loves sandwiches of all kinds

rain once did a handstand for so long his nose started bleeding and his arms were cramping and mountain literally had to knock him down

aether can float in midair

sunshine makes breakfast for the ghouls in the morning (but sometimes she doesn't even actually make breakfast, she just goes to starbucks or dunkin because she's too tired)

all of the ghouls refer to dew as the most HORRENDOUS nicknames

he is the pathetic little meow meow. he is the skrunkly scrimblo. he is the beloved shithead.

cirrus bites the skin around fingernails

swiss is afraid of heights

whenever rain yawns, he makes sure to do it obnoxiously loud

if you put rain, sunshine, cirrus, and cumulus in one room together, they will become the giggliest of bitches

swiss watches south park

cumulus collects socks with silly patterns on them (her favorite pair has dinosaurs on them)

OMG SPEAKING OF SHE'S ALSO OBSESSED WITH DINOSAURS like she cannot believe they're real, nor can she believe that she's walking the same earth that they were on

she collects all things dinosaurs and she can and will go on rants about the different eras and all the different creatures

the ghouls all have fangs, and they all bite each other a lot (and for literally no reason) which means they're all covered in each other's bite marks

they are all unconventionally affectionate to each other

there was this one time papa had let the ghouls have a day where they could do whatever they wanted, so they ended up going to a cute little parade and - you'll never guess what happened - they all decided to join in

they totally weren't supposed to, but they were all having the time of their lives

[gloryofroses19]

Decisions at Daylight

Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x girlfriend!reader

Navy life dictated rigidity. Bradley Bradshaw knew this well both growing up around the Navy as a child and becoming a sailor himself. 

From childhood, Bradley Bradshaw rose with the sun. By the time he joined the Navy, the practice was motoric. If desired, he could sleep late but those were reserved for days when he had endless freetime. Today was not that day, he shipped out at 6PM and he rathered [y/n] company more than that of Morpheus. 

A sentiment she shared when she joined him for coffee and croissants at 8AM before they made their way to the grocery store. As much as Bradley loved exciting adventure filled dates, he loved domesticity most. The comfort and ease of walking the aisles joking around and talking about their days in the same breath discussing if they needed cottage cheese. 

“It’s so cold in here.” [y/n] commented as she watched Bradley pursue the dairy products. 

“We’ll be quick.” Bradley replied as he watched her wrap her arms around her body. 

“Come here.” Guiding her in front of the shopping cart, Bradley trapped her body against his. With his hands on either side of the cart, [y/n] happily sighed as her back met his chest allowing her to steal Bradley’s warmth. 

Leaning up, [y/n] pecked Bradley’s chiseled jaw in gratitude and enjoyed the smile that overtook his face as if the simple act of affection was like winning the lottery. However, unbeknownst to [y/n], to Bradley it was. 

Meandering through the aisles, [y/n] let Bradley guide her. Though meticulous about his plane, as he knew system checks by heart, this did not extend to his grocery needs. Bradley spent limited time in his apartment, it never felt like a home to him because of detachments. Therefore, he prefered to be at [y/n]’s for its warmth generated both her and her presence filling it. 

So Bradley kept a sparse panty and fridge and tended to shop the aisles looking for something to interest him. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” [y/n] asked after two minutes of tense filled silence as her boyfriend stared at cereal boxes. 

“I’m trying to decide between Lucky Charms or HoneyCombs.” came Bradley’s distant response as he considered his options. 

[y/n] knew of Bradley’s regimented cereal eating. Carole Bradshaw apparently went through a health kick when he was ten resulting in him only associating eating sugary cereal on weekends. 

“I see a tough choice.” As a child raised solely on sugar cereals, [y/n] found the practice to be barbaric, a thought she shared with Bradley previously. 

“Not everyone was raised with such a sweet tooth like you.” Bradley scolded in her ear before placing a kiss on her temple. 

“Well no wonder I like you then, huh sweet boy?” Turning around, allowing her front to be pressed against Bradley’s, [y/n] let her lips wander across his jaw. 

Placing a hand in her back pocket as a warning because this woman truly tested his patience, Bradley used his unoccupied hand to grab a box of Lucky Charms before reaching again. 

Leaning back, [y/n] looked into the cart. “Wait, I thought you were only getting one sugar cereal?”  

“Yeah, one for me and one for you.” Watching her turn back towards him, Bradley cherished the look of adorable confusion across her face. 

“Why wouldn’t I have your favorite cereal at my place?”

[y/n] knew she shouldn’t be shocked by Bradley’s sincerity and thoughtfulness considering how often he showcased it but she found herself again at a loss. 

“You paid attention.” With a tone of breathless disbelief, [y/n] tried to remember when she told Bradley her favorite cereal. Countless mornings he’s probably witnessed her eating Froot Loops and seen it in her cabinet. But the only time she could recall explicitly talking about it was on their second date but that was months ago. 

Using his forefinger to tilt her face towards him, Bradley looked deeply into [y/n]’s. His thumb stroked her cheek as a boyish smile came across his handsome face. “To you? Always.” 

In that moment, [y/n] decided that this pilot would be the death of her. To be so romantic in a grocery store? She was equally enamored and offended by how nonchalant he was. Deciding to let the enamored side win, she leaned forward. [y/n] had intended for the kiss to not even be a kiss, but rather an innocent brush of their lips. However, as her lips met Bradley’s, she found them waiting. Waiting to share his equal infatuation and fluttering heartbeat with her. 

A harsh exclamation of “Excuse me!” brought face to face with a disapproving woman. Bradley’s charmingly apologetic smile was met with a look of disdain before the woman wheeled her cart and child off. 

“Miss [last name] you’re a troublemaker, always getting me in trouble.” Bradley squeezed her ass as he watched [y/n] lean in and wink at him. 

“You love it.” 

“I do.” Bradley replied with a radiant smile. 

Biting her lip to retain her last threads of self control considering she wasn't trying to get them banned from the store.“Don’t smile, bad smile!” Shaking her head, [y/n] attempted to look away from Bradley’s smile in fear of what she would do when faced with that beautiful grin. 

Returning his hand to her chin, Bradley cupped her cheek before pecking her lips. 

“EW!” 

“Who’s the troublemaker now, Lieutenant?” [y/n] teased with a raised eyebrow as they watched a 10 year old boy make puking noises in their direction. 

Bradley never had a problem with public displays of affection, however, he was beginning to learn that people in this grocery store apparently didn’t share the same sentiment.

A/N: Thank you to all my new followers and anyone reading! I hope you guys enjoyed! Credit: The quote of “You paid attention.” “To you? Always” is from the Marvelous Mrs. Maisel so credit for that line goes to the writers of the show. 

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