#bless her bops

[temeyes]

4am tots

[whimsicalcotton]

also the fucking cake song. "the cake is red, is it Kyoko?" + "the cake loves Bebe, is it Mami?" vs "The Cake Goes Around In Circles. Is It Homura?" shfsjhj

[batfambrainrot]

HOTCHSAM + cruel summer - sinners & saints on wattpad, a aaron hotchner story.

[vaugarde]

have NOT forgotten about spike btw. ive just been holed up in my room a lot and hes not allowed in here unsupervised while we are introducing them. here are beasts

[balladccr]

What's this? This young man not getting to celebrate (Oh, Muriel... he just didn't want to, it wasn't because he couldn't--) his very own birthday in any way?

Oh, that just wouldn't do, no no. Not if this sweet old lady has anything to say about it! For even if she was now a day late, rather quickly would she head on into her kitchen to bake the lad a little something~ Coming back out with a vibrant little cake with all the bells and whistles that she could possibly think of putting on it! Oh, what fun!

"Oh-- Scaramouche, dear? Scaramoouuche~? Would ya come on here for a wee bit~? I've baked ya a wee somethin'."

@idyllicserendipity || feat. scara's failed attempt to matrix dodge his birthday

"A cake—?" Seemingly unenthused with the reason for her summoning him, Scaramouche makes that observation in a dull—if not subtly curious—timbre. He folds his arms from where he stands in the doorway, looks the woman over as if expecting her to explain. "Why in the world would—"

But it hits him. Oh, it hits him.

And he hasn't even the time to attempt to keep his expression clean from the surprise quirking his brows. Quietly, he gasps as if struck.

Wh— How did she find out?

Lips tightening (his jaw has snapped shut lest he look too ridiculous—too obvious), The Balladeer softly clears his throat while approaching the much-too-extravagant confection. He's almost hesitant in the way he silently examines it, and he finds... stupidly, he doesn't actually hate it.

Without looking back at Muriel, a soft utterance: "This wasn't necessary."

But he says it without any anger at all.

[avid-idiot]

2:33 for a song isn't long enough

[daeluin]

y'all fob girlies (gender neutral) getting actually pissed at the collab with tswift like growp up!!!! they've always been a pop band and taken every opportunity to do collabs!!!! specially with really popular pop artists at the moment!!! do you forgot about the demi lovato collab??? like girl please have fun!!!!! let the guys have fun and collect those extra dollars thanks to taylor

[shares-a-vest]

Eddie rushes down the narrow hall of the trailer, his cereal bowl still in hand as he chuckles away at whoever has awakened a grumpy Steve from his beauty rest by pounding on the door at 7am.

He opens the front door to find an equally frustrated Dustin Henderson, all prim and proper, dressed ready for school. Dustin practically shoves a large cooler bag into Eddie's hand, giving him a split second to hold his cereal bowl at arm's length so as not to spill it.

"What's this?" he asks, frowning.

He attempts to peer into the bag but can only see the tops of at least two plastic containers at the angle his full hands have forced him into.

"Lasagna," Dustin informs - though it's more like a droning deadpan.

"Goody," he beams, bopping up and down on the spot as his young friend rolls his eyes.

"Dusty!" Claudia chides from the car. She spots Eddie looking directly at her and switches to a motherly smile, "Oh, hi Eddie, darling."

He waves, "Thanks, Claudia."

"Come on, Dusty, we have to get over to Steve's or I'll be late for work."

"Okay!" Dustin calls over his shoulder a little too sweetly. He narrows his eyes as he conjures up his most threatening tone, "You know who doesn't get any lasagna because of you assholes and your cartoon cat-like appetites?"

Eddie grins, "Stevie isn't home, Dustybun!"

"Eddie!" he stomps his foot.

He cackles in the face of the kid's annoyance. And maybe also because Steve is literally here in the back room, likely still grumbling away with his cute-as-hell bed hair as he tries to go back to sleep.

Dustin turns back to his mother, "Mom! Eddie said Steve isn't home."

"He isn't?" she asks so innocently, Eddie's heart swells. Bless this woman, "Well where - oh," Eddie can see her clutching her proverbial peals, "Well, never mind. I'll just keep it in the fridge at work for the day."

He smirks for a moment before he turns his attention back to Dustin, who looks like he is trying to telepathically channel El's superpowers so he can smoke him to smithereens.

Eddie blinks and feigns interest, "Oh, I'm sorry, who doesn't get any of Claudia's mouth-wateringly delicious lasagna?"

He rocks back and forward on the balls of his feet as he bats his lashes waiting for a, surely deafening, response.

"Me!" Dustin screeches, "Mom is so busy making you guys food all the time that now when she makes lasagna, saying, 'Oh, this is for the boys' that doesn't include me - her son!"

"Well you'd better learn how to cook some for your hungry wittle self," he teases. If his hands were free, Eddie would lean forward and give Dustin a condescending pat on the belly. But alas, he has to settle for wiggling his fingers through the bag's straps as he smiles, "Toodles, Dusty."

He only just catches Dustin's gaping stare for a split second before he closes the door on him completely like he's poor Kay Corleone. He cackles away as he heads for the kitchen. Steve, though hard of hearing - especially when he's all bleary-eyed and half awake - must have heard at least some of it because he calls out a smile-filled, "Eddie?".

"Coming, pretty boy!" he calls down the hall.

He sets his bowl down on the bench and makes quick work of dividing four servings of lasagna between the fridge and freezer, both spaces crowded thanks to Claudia's cooking.

"Guess what we are having for dinner..." he coos as he makes a beeline straight for Steve once he heads back to the bedroom.

Meaning, he jumps on the bed and tickles his boyfriend silly.

"Whaaaaat?" Steve whines as he attempts to duck under the blankets before settling shoving a pillow over his head.

"Lasagna!" Eddie shouts to the heavens, fist-pumping while he's at it.

Steve slides the pillow off his face and stares at the ceiling with absolute dread.

"Oh no, not her lasagna!" he dry-sobs, clutching the pillow to his chest.

Eddie drops his hands in his lap, offended.

"You don't like Claudia's lasagna?" he recoils, clutching his own nonexistent pearls.

Steve shakes his head, looking both worried and apologetic as he admits, "It's just too much food, man. Like, it's a kind gesture. And I love Claudia and all but, it's only me at home. And the servings are huge!"

"Oh, please!" he scoffs, "You practically inhale food."

"Not that much!"

Eddie flops back onto the mattress, narrowly missing Steve who is totally crowding the single bed. He places his hands over his own belly, rubbing at it as he hums contentedly.

Steve props himself up on his elbow and slowly quirks his brow as he looks Eddie over with a worrying level of amusement. He watches as Steve's eyes flit to the Garfield plushie sitting at the foot of the bed - a gift he had forced his boyfriend to buy him in commemoration of their first weekend away together in Indy a few months back.

Steve pinches his nose and mutters, "Jesus Christ."

"What?" Eddie asks, genuinely curious.

Wait.

"I'm dating Garfield!" Steve exclaims before falling face-first onto him in a fit of giggles.

[miueo]

𐙚 my little idol ♥︎．。．:*･° chap i ✿

ᰔᩚ      ︶ྀི    new legacy .

summary : you're currently in a new girl group underneath jyp entertainment ! your group is performing well on charts, you have a stable fanbase, and many bops to listen to! you try your best to avoid dating scandals for the sake of your reputation and status but it's all ruined by a very popular group of boys.

pairings : ot8!skz ♡ femidol!reader !

warnings : no smut in this chapter ; heavy on smut, sexualization & objectification, perversion, obsession, taboo / dark concepts (for some members, not all !) , mental physical / health issues (depression, anxiety, etc.), coercion, unsolicited pictures, more to be announced.

notes : hiii !!!! i am currently in guangdong… ive been traveling so much lately, sorry for the lack of content. THIS IS JUST AN INTRO CHAPTER!

taglist : @p0eticjust1c3 @yunjinswifee @sky00ung @pinkdranks @bloominhos @mi-mi-mu @nasiaisan @kitkat1sstuff @hyunjinhoexxx @theinsanebish

selected song for fic :

in the bustling heart of seoul’s entertainment scene, amidst the glittering promise of fame and the relentless pursuit of dreams, there exists a young talent whose voice echoes with the power to stir souls. her name is song y/n, a gifted vocalist whose journey to becoming a k-pop sensation began with a passion for music that bloomed in her hometown.

from an early age, y/n’s voice enchanted audiences, drawing praise for its depth and emotional resonance. encouraged by her family’s unwavering support, she embarked on a path that led her to jyp entertainment, where her talent would be nurtured and polished to perfection. in the rigorous world of k-pop training, y/n’s dedication and natural ability set her apart, particularly her ability to convey emotion through every lyric and melody.

selected for her exceptional vocal skills, y/n found herself among the chosen few to join 4ura, a newly formed girl group at jyp entertainment. with three other members, each bringing their own strengths to the table, 4ura aimed to carve out a place in the competitive landscape of k-pop. for y/n, being part of 4ura wasn’t just about achieving stardom; it was about fulfilling a lifelong dream and sharing her music with the world.

as rehearsals filled her days and anticipation fueled her nights, song y/n stood on the brink of a future she had once only dared to imagine. with determination in her heart and the power of her voice as her guide, she was poised to make her mark as not just an idol, but as an artist whose presence on stage would resonate far beyond the lights of seoul.

❁

at the forefront stands y/n song, the group’s main vocalist hailing from the vibrant streets of new york city. blessed with a voice that effortlessly transcends genres, y/n’s journey to stardom is a testament to years of dedication and an unyielding commitment to her craft.

beside her is olivia wong, the group’s main dancer, whose electrifying moves reflect her upbringing in the bustling metropolis of hong kong. with a dance style that blends precision and grace, olivia brings a dynamic energy to 4ura’s performances, captivating audiences with every fluid motion.

adding to the group’s allure is minjeong kim, renowned as 4ura’s visual, drawing inspiration from the natural beauty of jeju island. with a magnetic presence that commands attention, minjeong’s ethereal charm and captivating gaze make her an undeniable visual powerhouse within the group.

completing this quartet of talent is autumn yang, the group’s main rapper with roots tracing back to the sun-drenched shores of california. autumn’s sharp lyricism and charismatic delivery bring a fresh perspective to 4ura’s music, adding depth and diversity to their sound.

❁

beyond their individual talents, 4ura thrives within the supportive community of jyp entertainment, fostering close relationships with labelmates nmixx, stray kids, itzy, and twice. from collaborative performances that electrify audiences to backstage camaraderie that strengthens their bonds, 4ura and their fellow jyp artists form a tight-knit family united by a shared passion for music and a drive to push boundaries.

as they prepare to debut on stages both local and global, 4ura stands poised to make an indelible mark in the world of k-pop. with their unique blend of talent, charisma, and ambition, they are ready to carve out a place among the stars, promising a future where their music will resonate far and wide, leaving an unforgettable imprint on the hearts of fans everywhere.

everything is so perfect right now. what could possibly ruin this beautiful moment?

[writing-fanics]

my little star

Astarion x Reader

a/n: reader is gender neutral but mother/father is used I haven’t played the game and I don’t know much about DND first time I’ve ever written for Astarion.

Dhampir: Offspring of a vampire and a human

The stage was set with a fearless little girl standing before a terrifying beast. In her hand, she held a wooden stick, which was her only defense. Her eyes showed the determination within her. She lifted her chin as she glared at the creature and with all her might, she shouted, "Back, you foul beast!" The little girl pointed her stick at the creature, which let out a croak. The sound caught her off guard, causing her to jump slightly and lower the makeshift shield made of a piece of broken bark that she had been using for protection.

The creature was revealed to be a tiny frog. "I shall defeat you, beast!" she exclaimed, raising her weapon to attack. She let out a warrior's yell and was about to attack the frog when a voice interrupted her. "My little star, what on earth are you doing?" She turned around and smiled, dropping the stick. Running towards the figure with open arms, she exclaimed, "Daddy!" He scooped her up as she leaped into his arms.

“Your mother/father and I have been looking everywhere for you, little star.” Astarion said, and she frowned looking down.

She pouted and fiddled with her fingers. "I just wanted to go on an adventure, like the ones you and Mom/Dad used to have," she said sheepishly. He looked down and smiled.

Astarion and Tav had been in a loving relationship for years, and after settling down, they finally tied the knot. Their union was blessed with the birth of their daughter, Estel, who brought immense joy and happiness into their lives. Astarion had never really imagined himself having children, even though he was married to Tav. But when he saw their precious little bundle of joy, with her silvery white curls and a tiny nose, he was overwhelmed with emotion, and fell in love with Tav all over again. The sight of them holding their baby in their arms was a beautiful moment that he would cherish forever.

As he spoke to Estel, he reminisced about the adventures he had shared with Tav, his beloved. He often regaled his little one with tales of their perilous journey to eliminate the worms in their heads. He spoke of how his heart had been unexpectedly captured by Tav, despite his initial reluctance to fall in love. He also recounted how, despite his being a vampire spawn sanguine monster, Tav and their companions had stayed by his side and loved him unconditionally.d by his side and loved him anyway.

As she smiled at him, Astarion recounted tales of their adventures with the group, carefully editing out any inappropriate details for his daughter. She sat comfortably on his lap, awed by the beauty of nature and completely engrossed in her father's stories. In that moment, the frog that had once caught her attention was no longer on her mind, and Astarion had forgotten all about his initial search for his daughter to bring her back home for dinner.

Estel listened to her father telling the story to her as she did, she picked the flowers beside them in the field of flowers. Weaving them together to make a flower crown, Shadowheart showed her how to make it.

"What're you making little star?" Astarion asked curiously looking down at his daughter. She looked up at him and grinned revealing her abnormally sharp canine teeth. "It's a flower crown I made it for you." She said to him. He stared at the floral crown admiring it normally he wouldn't wear such a thing. But he couldn't help but smile while looking at it.

"Why? It seems you've inherited my sense for impeccable fashion." He said to Estel with a smile on his face. She smiled, watching as he placed it on his head. "How do I look?" He asked playfully puckering his lips. She giggled, "Amazing!" She exclaimed and he chuckled softly as he bopped his daughter on the nose. Her stomach grumbled and she looked up at her father, "Daddy?" She mumbled, and he looked down at her.

His smile faltered into that of nervousness as he remembered the reason he came out looking for his daughter, "It might've slipped my mind that your mother sent me out to fetch you, to let you know that dinner is done." He said nervously. "Oooh, your in trouble." She teased giggling, and he looked down at her.

"I'm not the only one that's in trouble." He grinned looking down at his daughter, "You aren't supposed to be this far from home." He continued and she glared at him, "Well, mommy told you to watch me." She said, grinning folding her arms across her chest. Smiling slyly, he scoffed rolling his eyes.

"And you two are supposed to be at home!" Tav shouted, appearing down the path from them. Your arms folded across your chest as you glared at your husband and child, "Mommy!" Estel exclaimed, running towards you and you wrapped your arms around her after scooping her up. Glancing over at Astarion giving him the look, 'We'll talk later'

[simpforfandom231]

Everything goes wrong

Reneé Rapp, the charismatic and talented actress, found herself in a bustling airport alongside her girlfriend, Y/n. They had been together for quite some time now, and this trip to New York was a unique adventure, filled with Reneé's interviews and Y/n's unwavering support.

As the couple settled into the uncomfortable airport chairs, Reneé, notorious for not being a morning person, half-heartedly rested her head on Y/n's shoulder. Y/n, fully aware of her girlfriend's morning struggles, chuckled softly and reached for Reneé's hand, intertwining their fingers.

The airport hummed with the noise of people rushing to catch their flights, and the announcement speakers occasionally crackled with updates. Reneé, however, was in her own half-asleep world, contemplating the upcoming interviews. Y/n, on the other hand, had her earphones in, bopping her head to the rhythm of the music playing.

Unbeknownst to Reneé, Y/n's focus on the music inadvertently turned into selective hearing. The actress mumbled something about coffee and her nerves, but Y/n was lost in a melodic trance. A few attempts to get Y/n's attention failed, and Reneé, in her sleep-deprived state, began to think her girlfriend was purposefully ignoring her.

"Are you seriously ignoring me, Y/n?" Reneé said, looking up with a faux-offended expression.

Y/n, finally catching on, pulled out her earphones with a grin. "Oh, sweetheart, sorry! I was just jamming out. What were you saying?"

Reneé sighed dramatically, "I was just contemplating the meaning of life, and here you are, lost in your music. I thought I was your favorite melody."

Y/n smirked, "You are, but sometimes Spotify takes the spotlight. Don't worry; you're still number one in my heart."

As they bantered back and forth, their easy camaraderie filled the air with laughter. The conversation shifted to their plans for the trip, with Y/n excitedly suggesting places they could explore together after Reneé's interviews.

"Maybe we can visit Central Park and reenact a cheesy rom-com scene," Y/n teased.

Reneé rolled her eyes playfully. "Sure, but only if I get to be the dramatic, brooding lead, and you can be the quirky sidekick who always has the perfect advice."

Y/n chuckled, "Deal. I've been practicing my quirky sidekick lines just for this occasion."

As they continued their banter, Reneé couldn't help but appreciate the joy Y/n brought into her life. The airport chatter faded into the background, and the couple found themselves in their own little world.

As Y/n slipped one earphone out and shared the other with Reneé, they started listening to a playlist that combined Reneé's favorite songs and Y/n's eclectic taste. Reneé, still groggy, found comfort in the music and let out a contented sigh.

As the couple enjoyed a moment of peace, a fan approached, recognizing Reneé from her work. The fan, a wide-eyed individual, politely asked if they could take a picture with the couple. Reneé, still in her half-asleep state, nodded with a drowsy smile, "Sure thing, darling."

The fan snapped a quick photo, expressing gratitude, and went on their way, leaving Reneé and Y/n to continue their airport escapade. Y/n, feeling the need for some caffeine, declared, "I'll be right back; need to fuel up for this journey." With that, Y/n wandered off in search of coffee.

Reneé, left alone for a moment, observed the hustle and bustle of the airport. Y/n returned with two steaming cups of coffee, handing one to Reneé. "This should help you wake up a bit," Y/n said, taking a sip from their own cup.

Reneé sipped the coffee, the warmth seeping into her tired bones. "Bless you, coffee, for being the unsung hero of early morning flights," she mumbled, giving Y/n a grateful smile.

As they settled back into their seats, their flight was announced over the intercom. The couple gathered their belongings and joined the line. Finding their seats on the plane, Reneé and Y/n sat next to each other, ready for the journey ahead.

However, their peaceful moment was interrupted by a commotion a few rows ahead. A man was being unnecessarily rude to another passenger, creating an uncomfortable atmosphere. Reneé, never one to shy away from speaking up, leaned over to Y/n and whispered, "Hold my coffee; I'm about to put on a show."

With a determined stride, Reneé approached the rude passenger and calmly but firmly addressed the situation. "Hey, there's no need for that kind of behavior. We're all just trying to get to our destination without unnecessary drama."

The rude passenger, taken aback by Reneé's assertiveness, mumbled an apology and backed off. The surrounding passengers exchanged appreciative glances, and as Reneé returned to her seat, Y/n handed her the coffee with a proud smile.

Reneé quipped, "I may not be a morning person, but I'm always ready to fight for justice, even at 30,000 feet."

As the plane soared through the skies, Y/n, ever perceptive, knew that Reneé wasn't a fan of flying. To ease her girlfriend's nerves, Y/n handed over her noise-canceling headphones. "Here, love. Just imagine you're in your own little world," Y/n winked, knowing Reneé's penchant for getting lost in her thoughts.

With a grateful smile, Reneé donned the headphones, drowning out the drone of the engines with her favorite tunes. She nestled into Y/n's side, finding comfort in the familiar beats and the warmth of her girlfriend's presence. Y/n, in turn, lovingly wrapped an arm around Reneé, creating a cozy cocoon amidst the sea of strangers.

As they settled into their in-flight routine, Reneé, sitting by the window, stared out at the clouds drifting by. Y/n, recognizing Reneé's need for personal space during flights, focused on her book. The juxtaposition of the two—Reneé immersed in music and contemplation, Y/n engrossed in a novel—painted a picture of contentment.

Reneé, feeling the gentle vibrations of the plane, turned to Y/n and teased, "If this plane is a-rockin', don't come a-knockin'."

Y/n chuckled, "Oh, please. We're not that kind of turbulence-inducing couple."

The flight attendants moved through the aisles, offering snacks and refreshments. Reneé, always with a penchant for humor, looked at the in-flight meal and quipped, "Ah, yes, the gourmet delights of high-altitude cuisine. Truly, the pinnacle of culinary excellence."

Y/n laughed, "You're just mad they didn't serve kale and quinoa."

Reneé rolled her eyes playfully, "Well, a girl can dream of a healthier mile-high menu."

Their banter continued, interspersed with moments of quiet connection. Y/n, observing Reneé's love for the window seat, suggested, "You know, you could be a cloud critic. Rate each cloud on fluffiness and aesthetic appeal."

Reneé, with a mischievous glint in her eye, replied, "I'm more of a sunset enthusiast. Clouds are just the supporting actors in the sky drama."

The flight entered a period of smooth sailing, allowing the couple to relax even more. Y/n, with a sly grin, asked, "So, any pre-flight rituals I should know about? Do you have a lucky charm or a secret handshake for good luck?"

Reneé chuckled, "Just the usual: triple-checking I have my passport, sacrificing a snack to the travel gods, and mentally preparing for the existential crisis that comes with being 30,000 feet in the air."

As the plane began its descent into New York, the city lights twinkling below, Reneé and Y/n shared a look of excitement. The adventure awaited them, and the journey, with all its quirks and in-flight antics, had only deepened their bond.

The plane touched down at JFK Airport, and as the passengers began to disembark, the excitement in the air was palpable. Reneé and Y/n eagerly joined the procession, eager to kickstart their adventure in the city that never sleeps.

Once on solid ground, the couple navigated their way through the bustling airport, following the signs for baggage claim. As they stood in front of the conveyor belt, Reneé's eyes widened with anticipation. She eagerly scanned the sea of suitcases, waiting for hers to make its grand entrance.

Minutes passed, and Y/n's suitcase glided by, but Reneé's was conspicuously absent. The actress's enthusiasm waned, and a perplexed expression crossed her face. "Well, isn't this just the perfect start to our New York escapade?" she sighed, watching the endless parade of bags.

Y/n, the eternal optimist, chimed in, "Maybe your suitcase is just fashionably late. It's making an entrance, darling."

Reneé shot a mock glare at her girlfriend, "Oh, trust me, if my suitcase had a personality, it would be a diva. Probably off somewhere getting a spa treatment instead of joining us mere mortals."

As the wait stretched on, Y/n suggested, "Maybe we should file a missing suitcase report? Or do you think it's out there, living its best life, exploring the city without us?"

Reneé raised an eyebrow, "Knowing my luck, it's probably having a more exciting time than we are right now."

Their banter continued, a mix of playful comments and genuine concern. The carousel eventually slowed to a stop, and with a defeated sigh, Reneé faced the reality that her suitcase had chosen a detour.

"Well, looks like my wardrobe has decided to take an extended vacation," Reneé quipped, trying to make light of the situation. "Guess I'll have to rock a classic New York City look – black everything."

As Reneé and Y/n continued the wait at the airport's customer service desk, the realization hit the actress like a ton of bricks. Her eyes widened in horror as she turned to Y/n, panic setting in. "Y/n, do you realize what's in that suitcase? My dress for the late-night talk show tonight! I'm going to be on national television, and I have nothing to wear!"

Y/n, ever the voice of reason, tried to calm Reneé down. "Hey, hey, it's going to be okay. We'll figure something out. Maybe we can find a chic boutique in the city, and you'll have an even more fabulous outfit."

Reneé, however, was not easily comforted. "Do you understand the gravity of this situation? My management is going to kill me! This was a custom-made dress, and it's not replaceable. I can't just stroll into any old store and pick up a replacement for a talk show appearance!"

Y/n, realizing the severity of the situation, attempted a reassuring smile. "Well, maybe the suitcase will magically appear, or we can call the airline later. We have time. And besides, it's not like anyone will notice if you wear jeans and a t-shirt, right?"

Reneé shot Y/n a look of disbelief. "Y/n, darling, this is late-night television. I can't just waltz in wearing casual attire. My management expects me to look like a superstar. And now, thanks to my rebellious suitcase, I'm left with nothing but anxiety and the prospect of public humiliation."

Y/n, sensing the urgency, suggested, "We could call your manager, explain the situation, and see if they can help."

Reneé's eyes widened further, "Call my manager? Do you want to give them a heart attack? They've stressed for weeks over the perfect outfit for this show. This is a disaster!"

As the couple continued their discussion, a fellow passenger overheard Reneé's predicament and offered a sympathetic smile. "Honey, I've been in showbiz for years. Wardrobe malfunctions happen. You just have to roll with the punches and show up looking as fabulous as ever. The audience won't know the difference."

Reneé huffed, "Easy for you to say. You probably didn't have a custom-made dress that costs more than my rent waiting in that suitcase."

Y/n, attempting to lighten the mood, added, "Well, we could always turn this into a comedic segment. 'The Late-Night Fashion Crisis with Reneé Rapp.'"

Reneé shot Y/n a glare, "Oh, sure, make jokes when my career is hanging by a thread."

Just as the despair started to set in, the airport's loudspeaker crackled to life, announcing that Reneé's missing suitcase had been located and would be arriving shortly on a separate conveyor belt. Relief flooded Reneé's face, and she let out an exasperated laugh.

Y/n grinned, "See? Crisis averted. The late-night talk show won't have to add 'wardrobe malfunction' to the list of topics."

As the suitcase finally made its grand entrance, Reneé hugged it as if it were a long-lost friend. "Never have I been so grateful to see a piece of luggage in my life. Now, let's get out of here before any more calamities befall us."

The couple left the airport, ready to face the bright lights of New York City and the late-night talk show, with Reneé's custom dress safely in tow.

After the tumultuous airport experience, Reneé and Y/n arrived at their hotel, both exhausted and a bit frazzled from the day's events. As they entered the lobby, Y/n couldn't help but make light of the situation, "Well, that was an adventure. Our suitcase deserves a key to the city after all the trouble it caused."

Reneé, however, was not in the mood for jokes. She shot Y/n a glare, "This is not the time for humor, Y/n. I almost had a fashion crisis, and you're acting like we just had a quirky little misadventure."

Y/n, realizing they had crossed a line, attempted to diffuse the tension with a sheepish grin, "Okay, okay, I get it. I shouldn't have made light of the situation. I'm sorry. Let's just get to our room and forget about today, yeah?"

Reneé sighed, "Fine, but I just want to sleep. Today has been a lot, and I'm not in the mood for any more surprises."

As they entered their hotel room, Y/n continued to play the comedian, "Well, aren't you lucky we're not staying in a haunted hotel? Imagine that on top of everything else – ghosts and misplaced luggage."

Reneé, now fully irritated, snapped, "Y/n, I swear, if you don't stop making jokes, I might have a breakdown. Can we just have a normal night without any drama or comedy?"

Y/n, realizing they had pushed Reneé too far, switched to sincere mode. "Hey, I'm really sorry if I made things worse. I was just trying to lighten the mood. Let me make it up to you. How about I order some room service? Your favorite comfort food, on me."

Reneé softened a bit, "Fine, but only if it comes with an extra side of silence. I just want to eat, sleep, and forget about today."

As room service arrived with a feast fit for royalty, Y/n tried to steer the conversation towards a more positive note. "You know, tomorrow is a new day. No lost luggage, no airport drama. Just the two of us exploring the city. What do you say?"

Reneé, now digging into her food, replied with a mouthful, "I say let's talk about it tomorrow. Tonight, I just want peace and quiet."

Y/n, realizing they needed to tread lightly, nodded, "Fair enough. Let's focus on the food and catching up on much-needed sleep."

As the night progressed, the couple settled into a comfortable routine. Reneé, her initial irritation fading away, found solace in the quiet moments shared with Y/n. The dimly lit hotel room provided a tranquil backdrop to their night, and soon, the events of the day became distant memories.

As they drifted off to sleep, the promise of a new day in New York lingered in the air. Little did they know, the city that never sleeps had more surprises and adventures in store for them. And so, beneath the city lights, Reneé and Y/n embraced the promise of a fresh start, ready to conquer whatever challenges the Big Apple had prepared for them.

[https-kreideprinz]

This could be a disaster !

Pico x Boyfriend x Girlfriend x GN! Reader

. . . Now playing: Disaster by Conan Gray! . .

A/N: So. Me and Parker ( @parker-vaporwave ) Were talking.... and it spawned this fic... Headcannons about taking the polycule (RGB) to a concert. Credits to my brothers for ideas

Notes: I want to be thier gf/bf so bad.

CW: Mentions of drinking alcohol and smoking weed. Reader discretion is advised.

ׂׂૢ Pico, Girlfriend, Boyfriend (Poly)

Going to the concert with RGB is a disaster in the making

Since Girlfriend’s parents are both filthy rich - being an ex-rockstar and current pop star respectively - they happily pay for their daughter’s tickets.

She told them that she was taking her “friends” with her.

Which lands you and your partners the backstage passes at the venue

Boyfriend melts into the crowd the minute you get there

You spend a good fifteen minutes looking for him

Pico most definitely yells at him for disappearing the moment you find him.

Girlfriend is jamming, bopping her head to the music.

Pico has a tight grip on Boyfriend’s arm but eventually he ends up relaxing and enjoying the music too.

Boyfriend tries to sing along but it's just a mess of beeps and boops (bless him)

 They definitely end up smoking a few blunts and taking a few shots at the end of the concert and hang out with the crew.

Boyfriend passes out after like two drinks

Pico can hold his own but eventually he ends up passing out too

Girlfriend has the highest tolerance and can handle her drinks the best.

She ends up driving everyone home if you're plastered.

Boyfriend and Pico definately end up drunkenly making out with each other.

Pico gets so drunk he ends up in your lap and sobbing his eyes out.

Boyfriend asks for everyone's autographs.

He also ends up in a rap battle with one of the singers.

He wins.

Taglist: @parker-vaporwave

© Written By https-Kreideprinz. Do not copy, steal or translate without permission.

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Finally Watched Cinderella's Castle Digital Ticket (Twice) and I Gotta Get My Feelings Out Somewhere, Somehow (Part I)

Feel free to light up my DMs to chat about it!

And now, for my personal highlights/live reactions:

immediately I'm drawn in by Nick Lang's silly narrator voice and the way he warns us of what's coming. Especially the "muRrrDder!"

Jeff Blim cut his hair. JEFF BLIM CUT HIS HAIR. Not that I didn't like the long locks, but something about his Aladdin Era short hair gets me, man.

Jeff Blim literally getting to own the stage like the man was born to

Jeff Blim's slutty bard getup with the artfully messy hair and the heavy guyliner. That sinful bastard.

"Let's go." I'll follow you anyway, slutty bard.

Okay 80s rock jam! Hell yes.

idk why but I just love the line "There are tales in those walls, are they true or are they tall?"

THIS SET, THO. 80s vibes. Muppets vibes. Princess Bride vibes. Spooky, ethereal fairytale vibes. I love it! Props to the team who designed and built it.

prance, slutty bard boy, prance around that stage.

Jesus Fuck, I've only seen Joey's puppet but I'm already SOLD. Nick and Matt Lang and whoever else had a hand in making these puppets fucking OUTDID themselves! Did they use the Black Book and resurrect Jim Henson?

Throughout the show, the muppet vibes just absolutely amaze and delight me. Makes me feel like a little kid, spellbound by this fairytale. Except it's much darker, more gruesome, way more explicit, and extremely horny.

Oh look, it's Joey's Jingle/Jangle (whichever elf he was) voice from Black Friday.

Love me some o' dat non-binary representation from Ragweed. Starkid once again screaming GAY RIGHTS bitches.

I'm getting some of Jeff's Aragog from AVPS in this Narrator. Anyone else?

Stupid STUPID butcher!

Jon Matteson's accent. *giggles madly*

Angela IMMEDIATELY having to pause for applause before she finishes her first freaking line. The queen deserves it all, though.

The foreshadowing of the Stepmother cutting off Ella's feet. O_O

"It's furryyyyy and fouuuuul and full o' maGOTTTSSaaaaaggghhhh!"

Angela doing the little spinny finger thing in a guy's face to fluster them just like Max did to her character in Nerdy Prudes. I love these physical running gags. My fave being the Smoke Club, though.

OIIIINK oinkoinkoinkoinkoinkoink

Sir Preston asking for help from the audience. His "ELLAaaaaa....nooooo....."

The lighting in this entire show is SO COOL.

Again, Jeff just louging like a whore about the set like its his bitch. I live for it.

James' COSTUME. He looks SO FUCKING GOOD. Props to the costume folks...and to James' rockin' genes.

"But nothing compares to the juice and the hairs..." Oh no. Ohhhhh no I see where this is going. Don't say it, James, don't-- omg he said it.

er ee er ee er ee *window rolling down*

I thought the Prince drawing bewbies on the frosty window was funny already, and then he goes WAH WAH WAH and pretends to pinch them and I fucking lost it.

The Prince checkin' out DAT AZZZZZZ XD

"I'd wager she's wetter now than when I first found her bobbing in the river." OH MY GOD. PRINCE. THAT'S HER NOT-MOM.

If his highness has had every STD and beaten it, that's so fucked up but also damn, that boy's immune system is killin' it. Literally.

"Poor mad EllaAH"

"This is one thirsty FUCKING house." For real, omg.

"The offer stands firm. Come calling if you are!" *screams*

Jeff miming being crew and pulling the ropes for the curtains.

*audience member sneezes* "Bless you."

Angela's diction is next fucking level. PUNY. PINK. KIND.

The epic troll reveal! The puppets are SO GOOD.

THE FROG FUCKING TURNING AWAY AS SHE ASKED FOR IT TO DO SO SHE COULD KILL IT. CHRIST.

This bayou boogie song of Ella's is an absolute KILLER BOP. Holy shit. And it's SO perfect for Bryce's funky, sassy voice.

Speaking of which, BRYCE'S VOCALS. I'm gonna scream about them for forever and ever and ever. I love her voice SO FUCKING MUCH. I could listen to nothing else for the rest of my days and die a happy little gay.

"ohhhh woah woah waohhh" *flips the bird* She's such a queen for that.

"It needs oregano" WORK BITCH

Bryce's stage presence is fucking INSANE. I dunno how she's not on Broadway, but thank goodness we got her!

SIRE MANY TADPOLES!

GOD I love this absolutely depraved, horny little bastard of a prince.

It's amazing Tadeus hasn't murdered the prince yet. The man deserves a medal for the literal shit he's put up with.

Bugette?! I thought you choked on shit died and were consumed by the Hive Queen?

Rancilda being a typical troll and loving lurking under bridges and telling riddles.

Schuyler Sister vibes from the song with Justine and Lucy. So cute.

Justine and Lucy are SUCH real ones for IMMEDIATELY believing Ella about her family being trolls and for saying "fuck the ball, we're leaving NOW."

Shake dat ass, Mariah!

Lauren's physical comedy as Rancilda is NEXT LEVEL. I'm wheezing over here!

iSNn'tT it A BiiIItTcH?!

I LOOK GOOD IN THIS. What an absolute fucking BANGER. This song is gonna play in my head on repeat for the next decade. What a next level villain song.

Also this gives me some strongass Joan Jett vibes. "I love wearin' the skin of dead girls rock 'n' roll!"

and I hEEeaARr yoU'Re RiiiCCHhH

Seriously, is this the next Top Chart breakup revenge song? It should be.

"I really LIKE that song!" XD Putrice. I love how much of an absolute BIMBO she is.

Rancilda singing the song again. "SHUT UP STUPID BITCH, THE SONG'S OVER." "Okaaaaiiii"

Matt Dahan's ability to riff off the main songs and create motifs is otherworldly.

General MacNamara? Is that you?! Oh wait, nope. Still my slutty, slutty bard.

I LOOOOOOOVE this badass electric guitar intro, holy shit.

Kim Whalen, the queen, getting the bitchin' entrance she deserves.

Starkid is so, so good at their sound design to help immerse you in a scene without blowing a big budget or doing anything elaborate.

...Kim. My girl. Your arms must be tired.

She's just standing there, but Kim's stage presence is still so strong.

I can't get over how Jon's Sir Hops-A-Lot's voice is just a small...ahem. Hop, skip, and a jump away from Wiggly's.

JOEY. THAT ACCENT. You ABSOLUTE genius idiot. I love you for this stupidass voice.

Joey's bowl cut makes me giggle like mad.

I love these two puppets SO much.

GIT IT, KIM.

The call and response bit with Ella and the Goddess reminds me of Hamilton when Washington is dictating his Farewell Address. I know it's gotta be in other musicals, too, but that's the clearest comparison for this nerd at the moment.

Jeff sneaking in the "castle on a hill" song reference in this song.

Kim and Bryce dueting together is just Power incarnate. Holy cow. It's so good.

"You shall be as radiant and terrible as I." Ooooooh. Yes. Gimme.

The Narrator sneaking out from amidst the ensemble to finish off the song was really neat.

That fading spotlight before curtain for intermission with just Ella's face in view is so beautiful and haunting. What an epic close to Act I.

Also, it seems like this was also a strategic way to imply Ella's outfit being transformed there on stage during the song without actually having to do the tricky costume designing quick-change theater miracles of an ACTUAL outfit transformation. Which is really brilliant. Leave the audience to wonder until post-intermission about what Ella's starlight dress will look like.

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Do you think Carmy would understand the Kendrick and drake shit or would girlie explain it to him?? 🤭

IVE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK ME ABOUT MY THEORIES- if anyone wants to know what lip thinks i have thoughts on that too 👀

he would have no clue what's going on. absolutely none. i think he would have heard some of kendrick's diss tracks from syd on aux during family, but he'd have no clue what the lyrics are about. he'd just be bopping his head a little, giving a white boy nod, saying 'hm. i like the beat!' and syd, i love her to bits, but she doesn't have the patience to explain it to his clueless ass. she just lets him listen to the music while her, marcus, and tina discuss (tina knows cause louie is a drake stan, so she's letting syd and marcus fill her in on the kendrick's side of the beef)

now. when carmy comes home and hears you playing the same song he's all "oh! syd likes this 🥰" and you raise an eyebrow, sliding over to the kitchen where he is and hopping up onto the counter. "sooooo, she told you about the drake and kendrick beef, right?" "drake beef... is that a uh- a supplier she wants to try? 'r somethin'?" bless his poor clueless self. u think its adorable. "pass me my laptop baby."

so while carmy gets everything ready for dinner, you sit cross legged on the countertop and explain everything to him. and i mean everything. from the beginning. every song gets played, including bbl drizzy, which he finds odd and almost concerning ... but you totally catch him humming it the next day

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Hi I was wondering if you could please do tfp with a female Hispanic teen!reader who’s an energetic girl and when she’s mad she’ll curse in her mother tongue and the bots and/or the kids make her mad one day and she’s just yelling at them in Spanish and they’re just standing there like “what tf did u say? 🧍”

Another curser Buddy, lets go! Since you did not specify which characters you wanted, I chose them at random.

Hope you enjoy!

Human Buddy who's Hispanic and likes to curse in her mother's tongue with Ratchet, Bumblebee, and Smokescreen

SFW, Mention of cursing, Platonic, Human reader

TFP

Buddy didn’t normally curse. She tried not to, especially in front of Raf. But sometimes the temptations were too great to keep her mouth shut, especially since most of the cursing came out in Spanish rather than English.

In a way, it was a blessing that almost no one understood what she was saying, but at the same time a curse because no one knew what she was saying.

Ratchet

Buddy had stubbed her toe on the corner of the coach when Ratchet first heard it.

She let a string of colorful words out of her mouth which caused Raf to immediately cover his ears a bit.

Miko and Jack looked at her in with wide eyes. Even though they didn’t know what Buddy was saying, they could tell she was defiantly cursing up a storm.

Ratchet doesn’t get what the problem is. He assumes that Buddy is talking gibberish.

It isn’t until Buddy stops and apologizes for cursing loudly, especially to Raf, then it clicks.

Ratchet secretly downloads the language into his processor to get a further understanding of what Buddy and Raf are saying.

Did he tell anyone? No, not that he knows.

Buddy starting to curse.

“Watch your mouth! There are children here.”--Ratchet

“Sorry Raf. Sorry Bumblebee.”--Buddy

“It’s okay.”--Raf

“Bep? (What?)”--Bumblebee

“How did you know Buddy was cursing?”--Miko

“That is for me to know and for you to find out.”--Ratchet

“Oh, I’ll find out all right.”--Miko

Spoiler, Miko found out. And holds this newfound information for later when its blackmailing time.

Bumblebee

Bee to a degree has some knowledge about the language thanks to Raf.

It’s rather impressive considering that he hasn’t downloaded the language yet. He plans on doing it on Raf’s birthday as a surprise.

When Buddy accidentally wacked herself in the eye opening a pickle jar, he has enough knowledge to know Buddy is swearing and goes to cover Raf’s ears. Buddy does apologize to the both for the sudden outburst.

“Beep! Bep bop! (Shhh! Buddy! Raf and Smokescreen are around!)”--Bumblebee

“What?”--Smokescreen

“Sorry!”--Buddy

“It’s okay.”--Raf

“Beep boop boop bop (Next time try doing it under your breath, that way they can’t hear you.)”--Bumblebee

“Oh! Okay, thanks Bee!”--Buddy

Smokescreen

He doesn’t get it.

When Buddy missed the last step of the stairs and started cursing, he thought that they were just making a funny noise as a response to falling.

Like a chew toy.

Smokescreen finds the noise so funny he starts laughing.

Buddy starts cursing.

Smokescreen just laughing at the noise.

Buddy starts cursing at him.

“Should we stop him?”--Raf

“Nah.”--Miko

He thinks that she is just trying to make him laugh more. Buddy is such a considerate friend, even as her face was starting to get red.

Raf tries to explain to Smokescreen that Buddy was cursing, but Miko stopped him wanting to see the chaos go down when he’d start repeating the sounds in front of Ratchet.