#thinking about edward scissorhands again.

[outlying-hyppocrate]

really just said "the walls are the color of ambrosia salad"

[ozzgin]

Yandere! Akatsuki Headcanons: Halloween with their Darling

Featuring the Akatsuki and how they would spend Halloween with a Darling that loves the spooky season!

Itachi

Itachi is rather introverted and doesn't like parties or loud events. He could, of course, put on a smile and interact with anyone if it was for your sake, but he will be looking forward to being alone with you once again. Plainly put, he has no interest in other people.

He finds your excitement cute and might suggest that you spend a quiet evening in the graveyard, feeding the ravens and discussing horror movies and literature. It's peaceful, comforting and fitting. Oh, he just loves hearing your voice.

Truly, what could be more romantic than debating ghoulish matters among the dead and decayed? For Itachi it is a statement in itself, that your love prevails over everything. Perhaps even foreshadowing, if anyone ever dares to interfere.

Kisame

Kisame will be happy to comply with any proposal as long as you're by his side. That's really the only requirement for his successful Halloween. If you prefer larger events, he will dutifully keep suitors away and allow you to mingle with your friends. Otherwise a cozy evening indoors will suffice.

Now listen, when it comes to horror movies I’m sure the first thought is usually Jaws. But I had this picture in my head: watching Silent Hill with Kisame and getting him to dress up as Pyramid Head. If there’s a costume party happening, he’ll be right behind you in that bloodied up apron and great knife dragging along.

In fact, you could even go for a matching costume, such as Bubble Head Nurse. Kisame takes his role very seriously, so naturally once you’re alone he might just do what Pyramid Head does. You can tell he’s been looking forward to it once his imposing gloved hand is around your throat, grip tightening in anticipation.

Sasori

Sasori will be against any social event, so you better not pester him with any of those annoying Halloween parties. He does not care for it and he finds it an utter waste of time that could be spent with you instead. Why do you need the company of others?

If you must celebrate in some way, he’d much rather compromise on some quiet, cultural activity. Perhaps some museum exhibition, or a candlelight organ concert in a church. Even better, a horror movie at home so he doesn’t have to worry about perverts eyeing you.

I like to think he’d enjoy Tim Burton movies. They’re artsy and tasteful and a lot of the recurring themes might pique his interest. You’ll finish watching Edward Scissorhands and notice he’s been thoughtfully gazing at you for some time. Is anything wrong? Not really. He’d just been pondering that you won’t be allowed to grow old. He’ll make sure of it.

Deidara

Deidara is a thrill seeker and will absolutely share your enthusiasm for Halloween. Costume parties, haunted houses, amusement parks, you name it. He loves a good scare and might even compile an elaborate list of activities to make sure you have the best time. Truth be told, seeing you enjoying yourself might be the actual highlight.

He won’t mind, however, if you’d prefer a less intense evening. There’s plenty of things to do away from the crowd, such as pumpkin carving. He’ll do his best to impress you with his artistic skills, presenting highly elaborate carvings, often depicting your favorite things. He lives to entertain you.

If he thinks about it, this is a perfect opportunity to prove to you that really no one else compares. His love for you is unmatched. And as he likes to say, the holiday isn’t complete until it ends with a bang ;) (Had to make the joke)

Kakuzu

Ugh. Kakuzu just dreads the upcoming holidays. It’s all puerile, commercial quackery and he does his best to ignore the nonsense. Or he used to, at the very least. As much as it irritates him, your disappointed expression might be even more unbearable. He does have a soft spot for you, after all.

So fine, go ahead. Do your silly little Halloween shenanigans. As long as he doesn’t have to deal with other people. It’s really just the best for everyone involved. You wouldn’t want some poor soul complimenting your outfit to immediately meet their demise at the hands of your intimidating boyfriend. His patience might be thin, but when it comes to you it’s basically nonexistent.

Ideally it’ll be just you and him. Graveyards, horror movies, haunted houses, pumpkin patches, whatever your little heard desires. If he’s in a good mood, he might even be willing to don a matching costume.

Hidan

Given Hidan’s beliefs, he’s not very impressed by some pagan invention, although he does enjoy the activities that come with it. It’s his guilty pleasure. Especially because he gets to see you all dressed up.

That might just be the main reason, really. You. He loves seeing your excitement and would do anything to entertain it. He enjoys social events where he can show you off, but doing things alone as a couple is also perfectly fine. Okay, if he’s entirely honest, he would very much like to parade you around as his.

All the gore and the terror really gets him into the mood. By the end of the day he’ll be a starved man, and you can be sure that once he gets his hands on you it will be a bloody, scratching, biting mess. He’s probably the type to suggest you do it in a graveyard for the thrills.

Pein

Pein pretends not to care, but he is very much aware your favorite holiday is approaching. He’ll prepare weeks in advance to make sure he won’t have any paperwork or surprise missions. The day will be entirely dedicated to you.

He will either quietly follow you around to whatever plans you’ve made, like a loyal dog, or will conjure his own activities in case you didn’t expect too much productivity to be possible. Oh, the things he’ll do for your sake. Anything for a glimpse of that genuine smile.

You’re quite amused by the fact that Pein retains his serious expression no matter what jumpscares come your way. Impressed, you can’t help but ask him: “Is there even anything that frightens you?” And he won’t have to contemplate an answer for long. Naturally the thought of losing you. All the other artificial horrors pale in comparison. But you needn’t worry, he will never, ever allow it to happen.

Konan

Konan is only mildly excited about Halloween, but she will never say no to spending time with you. Additionally, it comes with the opportunity of doing arts and crafts as a way to relax. Forget buying decorations, she’ll be crafting the most exquisite garlands and ornaments you’ve ever laid eyes on.

She prefers to keep to herself. If you desire to attend a social gathering, she won’t downright refuse, but she’ll maintain her distance from the crowd and count the hours until you’re alone and together.

I feel like she would treat it as a spooky Valentine’s Day. She’ll show up with an elaborate gothic bouquet of flowers and a card quoting your favorite horror book or movie. “I have crossed oceans of time to find you”, as she lovingly once read in Bram Stoker’s Dracula. You’re her very own undying romance.

Tobi

You might think you’re excited for Halloween, but it quickly fades when compared to Tobi’s enthusiasm. Before you can even mention it to him, he will present you with a full itinerary of things to do together. He has been counting the days, constantly daydreaming of having all the fun in the world with you.

Similarly childish is his possessiveness. You find his little bouts of jealousy when you’re among other people terribly cute, as he pouts and tries to drag you away, reminding you dramatically that he’s your Halloween date. Only him.

Although you’re taken aback by his abrupt change of tone, when at some point during the night the silly threats turn into a deep, jarring voice demanding your undivided attention. Surprised? It’s a holiday of frights, after all. Perhaps he’ll show you how scary he can be if he wants to.

[sh4wty18]

hii can you write a long fluffy Johnnie x reader? 🙏🫶

of course! i hope you love it :)

date night.

pairing: johnnie guilbert x reader

summary: after a long night of filming, you decide to surprise your boyfriend by bringing date night to him.

cw: fluff, language

word count: 1.0k + edited

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After a long day of filming videos for both his and Jake’s channels, the one thing Johnnie feels up for is spending time with you. He would always make time for you, no matter what. Tonight, he had been busy filming back to back videos with Jake in their filming room, presumably testing weird Amazon products or trying new snacks from a convenience store. 

You knew Johnnie would be exhausted after filming, so you decided to surprise him with dinner and a movie. You had a key to their house, so you let yourself in quietly, so that they wouldn’t hear you. Then, you ordered your favorite go-to meals from Dave’s Hot Chicken, and had them delivered. You’d also built a cocoon of pillows and blankets on Johnnie’s bed, and brought your favorite lava lamp from your apartment to light the room– nothing too bright which could induce a headache. After grabbing your dinners and sneaking them back into Johnnie’s bedroom, you wait in the dimly lit room for your boyfriend to enter.

By around 9 pm, you hear muffled voices from down the hall, no doubt Jake and Johnnie discussing the editing and posting schedule for their videos, as they usually did after filming. Then you heard Johnnie ask, “Do you smell chicken, or is it just me?” 

“No, dude, I smell it too… that’s fucking weird,” Jake replies with a laugh.

“Whatever, maybe we’re both going fucking insane,” Johnnie laughs, before opening his bedroom door, “Goodnight!” he calls out to Jake, and turns around. He’s taken aback at the sight of you curled up in his bed, waiting for him. “Y/n?” he closes his bedroom door and runs over to you, hurling himself into bed and wrapping his arms tightly around your body. “What’re you doing here? Did you set all this up for me??” 

You giggle as he kisses the top of your head, “Yes! I wanted to surprise my hardworking boy with a treat tonight.” 

“Oh babe, you’re the best, thank you,” Johnnie starts, tilting your chin up with his thumb and pointer finger and pulling you in to kiss your lips. “Have I ever told you I have the best girlfriend of all time?”

“Hmm… nope, I don’t think you have,” you joke, scratching your head with fake confusion.

“Well, she’s the best. She’s the most beautiful, smart, kind, thoughtful person I’ve ever met, and I love her more than anything,” he grins at you.

“You aren’t too bad yourself, boyfriend.” you nudge him in the side softly, and plant a kiss on the side of his neck. “I got your favorite,” you shake the Dave’s Hot Chicken bag in front of his face, and he grabs it happily. 

“I knew I smelled chicken!” he shouts gleefully, taking a sandwich out of the bag and handing it to you, then taking the other one for himself, placing your shared order of fries on the paper bag between the two of you.

“What do you wanna watch, Johnnie?” you ask, “It’s your pick, tonight is all about you.”

“You can pick, baby. You know I suck at picking movies. Anything you wanna watch, you know I’ll wanna watch.” He kisses the top of your head again, and gently rubs circles into the small of your back as he watches you search up one of his favorite movies, Edward Scissorhands. 

“Edward and Kim remind me of us,” you whisper in his ear as the opening credits begin, and you kiss his cheek, feeling his smile stretch across his face. 

You spend the next twenty minutes leaning over your sandwiches and fries, eating silently while watching the film. After you’re both done eating, you get up to throw all the trash away. Johnnie scoots over in your blanket cocoon, patting the space next to him, indicating for you to rejoin him. You jump back into the fort, finding a comfortable spot between his legs, laying back against his torso. He leans against the pillows and wraps his arms around your sides, intertwining both his hands with yours. 

You tilt your head back to look at him, and he leans down to kiss your lips spiderman style. You smile against his mouth, “Baby, watch the movie,” you giggle, “there’ll be plenty of time for messing around after.” 

Before you know it, you’re drifting off in his arms, which Johnnie is prepared for. He slowly maneuvers your body so you're laying on your side next to him, and he lowers the volume of the movie. He lays down beside you and wraps his arm around your waist, resting his other hand under his pillow. 

Just as he’s about to drift off as well, he feels you jolt awake. You turn to face him, wrapping your arm around his waist as well, so you’re holding each other. 

“Did I fall asleep again?” you ask quietly.

Johnnie giggles under his breath, “Yeah, baby. But it’s okay. I’m sleepy too.” he leans in to kiss you, pulling your body closer to his, and you move your hand up to hold the back of his neck. 

It’s a slow, sloppy make out– the best kind. The kind that you both know isn’t going to lead anywhere. It’s romantic, a way to deepen your connection and express your love for one another.

“I love you so much, and I’m proud of you everyday.” you whisper between kisses, as you catch your breath. You play with his hair, softly twirling your fingers through it, and he traces his fingers up and down your back. 

“I love you more.” he kisses your nose, “you're the most perfect girl in the world.” 

He turns to lay on his back, allowing you to wrap your arm around his stomach, and drape your leg over his. He rests his hand on top of yours, and turns to smile at you. Neither of you have to say another word, there’s nothing to be said that you both don’t already know.

So instead, you lean in to press your foreheads together. He kisses you again, long and deep. When he pulls away, you bury your head in the crook of his neck, kissing him one last time before getting comfortable for the night.

“Goodnight, angel,” he whispers up at the ceiling.

“Goodnight, my love,” you breathe into his neck, before drifting off to sleep in his arms. 

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do you guys prefer this type of fluffy fic, or do you like more plot beforehand? let me know! as always, likes and reblogs are appreciated <3

[imsosillygoofylol]

TRIGGERED

pairing: matt sturniolo x poc!reader

synopsis: y/n helps a murder suspect not knowing what she got herself into.

warnings: death, mental illness, smoking, tattoos, i THINK that’s it.

envy yaps: lol i wrote something like this before a WHILE back but this one will be better trust 😋 anyways let’s pray and hope i actually finish this 🙏🏾

“and we’re done!” you say finally excited to almost be leaving. you just finished working on my last customer of the night. “you can walk up to the mirror to see for yourself.” you mumble while cleaning up.

“ ‘s beautiful thank you so much!” she smiles eagerly as she examines her freshly done butterfly tattoo on her rib.

“yeah you’re welcome, you already know the tattoo after care i don’t have to go over it do i?” you asked already knowing her answer. layla was a regular you’ve done like 4 of her tats already.

“nah i know how to take care of my shit thank you very much.” she declared while carefully rolling down her shirt.

you giggle and give her a smile while you finish cleaning up. “here ma, thank you so much again you always get me right.” she passes you a couple bills with a big smile on plastered on her face. “ahh i love them i’ve been thinking about getting butterflies for a while now you ate down” she screamed while looking at herself in the mirror again.

you take the money and put it in your backpack as you let out another giggle. “you’re welcome”. you love your job, aside from the good pay you literally just get to draw cute things on people and they’re happy.

“alright my uber outside bye y/n thanks again” she leaves, the room now silent once again.

you finished cleaning up and you get up to lock the door as you’re now closed before you continue to prep things for tomorrow.

you finally had time to check your phone and you see the time.

11:56 PM

you see all the missed texts and calls from your mom. she always wants you to call her at the end of the day knowing there’s not much to talk about anyway. your days usually blend into each other, all you do is go to school and work. not that you don’t have a life aside from those two things, it just takes up most of your time.

you break away from your phone as you hear a knock on the door. you make my way to the front. “we’re closed” you mumble. startling the boy a little. you examine the boy he was wearing a plain black shirt, white shorts, and birkenstock’s. you knew who he was.

nick sturniolo

not that you knew each other, you knew of him. you’ve seen him around campus and his family’s like stupid rich. he’s a triplet however only two of them actually attend college. you don’t know anything about the other one, you have seen him at a party once though that’s about it.

his blonde hair layes just right above his eyes. he looks like he’d been crying all night. that or he’s just really high. he looks sickly though really pale but somehow he still looked really pretty.

“can i help you?” you finally spoke out as you unlock and open the door. this is weird why is he here so late at night you think to yourself.

“are you still open?” he asks his voice so soft yet deep.

what a stupid question to ask, the door was locked and the open sign was off. we’re visibly closed!

“sorry we’re closed. you can schedule an appointment for tomorrow though.” you say trying to sound as nice as possible.

“please i’ll pay twice as much, i really need this please.” he begs.

you start to feel bad, really wanting to go home but cant bring myself to say no. he looks like he’s about to break down into tears you can’t just leave him like this.

“uh okay come in.” you say moving out the way to let him in and lead him to the room. “um what would you like to get done?” you asked dryly.

“have you seen the movie edward scissorhands before?” he asked bringing his phone up to your face to show you what he wants.

“yeah a couple times, where do you want it?” you ask while unpacking the supplies needed.

“right here on my calf.” he points to the side of his calf. he had another tattoo closer to his ankle of two pokémon characters.

you slowly start tracing the design. what’s so important about this tattoo anyway that he had to come at 12 am. you’ve watched the movie a couple times, yeah it’s good but is it worth a tattoo or coming this late for one. you mentally curse myself for not being able to say no.

“you from here?” he asked looking down at you.

“nah im from new york city, i just go to school here.” you say keeping your focus on the tattoo.

“hm how long? i’ve never seen you around here.” he stated.

“about two years now, i don’t really go out much or talk to many people from here.” you continue working. the room was silent for the rest of the night, only thing audible was the faint music playing on the tv.

“k im done!” you smile down at your work. “is it okay if i take a couple pictures?”

“yeah it’s fine looks amazing by the way. thank you so much.” he examines the scissor hands tattoo as you take a couple pictures from different angles. “how much do i owe you?”

“one fifty.” you state turning around to clean up. he turns in your direction passing four one hundred bills to you. “oh no i can’t take this, it’s only one fifty.”

“no honestly take it, i came when you were closing please ill feel even worse if you don’t!” you nod your head and put the money in your backpack. “i really can’t thank you enough it looks amazing, do you have a business card? i’d love to come back sometime i love your work.” he starts to ramble and you let out a laugh.

“yeah they’re here in the front, you can take one as you walk out. you’re welcome it’s really no biggie.” it was though you have a morning class tomorrow and it’s nearly 3 am. you try to stay positive and not let your attitude slip out.

“hey i didn’t get your name.” he mentions

“oh it’s y/n.”

“nick.”

“oh i know trust me.” you think to yourself while you smile at him.

you explain the tattoo after care even though nobody ever listens. he finally leaves which means you can finally leave. you love your work and all but it’s so draining. you close up the shop and finally get in my car, the drive to your apartment isn’t far only 8 minutes but tonight it feels like an eternity.

you like driving though it calms you down, helps you think. you make it to your parking spot and really process what the fuck just happened. not that it’s outta this world cause growing up in new york you’ve seen and experienced some crazy shit but that was weird. you had so many questions but you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable so you decided it was best to mind your business.

you finally make it to your apartment, happy to shower and get in bed but even happier to see your cat luna after a long ass day. you unlock your door set your things down on your counter.

“luna mama where are you?” you call out waiting for her to pop out from somewhere. “luna baby where are you?” she comes from underneath the couch, you bend down to pick her up and smother her with kisses. saying i miss you and i love you. you feel bad she hasn’t been getting the attention she deserves lately, you barely see her due to school and work. all of a sudden everyone wants a tattoo.

you finally shower enjoying the hot water run down your body calming you. not a single negative thought in your mind. you start to think if should you smoke after or fall asleep.

you get out the shower and check the time.

3:48 am

“fuck i gotta be up at 9.” you sigh, you need to stop taking appointments past 10 pm and leave it to the other artist. you’re always the last one to leave the shop.

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you groan hearing you alarm going off wising you could stay in bed forever. knowing it’s not possible and missing class is not an option especially not when your paper is due next week. you get up and get ready, putting water and food in lunas bowl before leaving and driving to campus.

you don’t live far from campus only a twelve minute drive. you hate being late though just the thought of everyone staring at you and observing your every move while trying to get situated makes you so uncomfortable. it feels like you’re interrupting an important conversation or meeting so you choose to be early or well on time.

you make it to class with five minutes to spare, sitting there just scrolling through your phone waiting for your professor to start the lesson. there was nothing special about todays lesson, taking notes and finishing up the paper.

ten minutes before class was over the professor started to talk about a situation that happened earlier this morning.

“as some of you may know there was a tragic incident that happened at around four thirty am this morning.” he paused for a second trying to gather all his thoughts, trying to use the right words before continuing. “the sturniolo family was brutally murdered, some knew nicolas sturniolo. he was a great student and a great friend to all. may he rest in peace.”

as he finished your face dropped, there was many whispers heard through out the class. this is all too confusing, you had just seen him.

your thoughts were cut off by the professor speaking again. “please appreciate all the people around you while they’re here, you never know what can happen. his brother is suffering from a great loss please respect his privacy.”

his brother? which brother?

people continued to whisper “i heard his brother went crazy and murdered them all.” said a random girl. “i heard it was nicks stalker, he was infatuated with him and when nick rejected him he couldn’t stand it.” another said. this is all so stupid. why do people jump to conclusions and spread rumors without knowing what really happened.

you started to feel overwhelmed you had to go home. before you left through the door, the professor said one last thing. “also the police will come by tomorrow and question some of you, please be sure to be early tomorrow morning. thank you all and please be safe”

with that you went home, you can’t come back to your afternoon classes it was all too much. did he know something was gonna happen? is that why he looked sad? you assumed it might of been a boy or something. not something this big.

you arrive at your house, trying to gather all your thoughts. not that you’re sad, you didn’t even know the boy but you can’t help but feel sorry for him, his family.

you tried to sleep, sleeping was like your therapy. or well not therapy just a way of not dealing with your emotions for the time being. sleeping was hard though, every time you closed your eyes you would see him.

you decide the beach was a good option. sometimes when you felt lonely or depressed you would go to the beach, smoke, and draw. it was calming, made you feel like you were the only person left in the world. usually you enjoyed your own company, you found peace in being alone. one of your traits your mom despised. she wanted you to go out more, explore, experience, have fun. not be locked away in the house when you’re not in school or at work.

you lie and tell her you do other things but she doesn’t believe you. she says she knows you more than you know yourself but she doesn’t understand you.

Y/N

hey mom i’m going to the beach i’ll call you when i get home.

sorry i haven’t called or texted much i’ve been super busy.

love you :)

you spent your afternoon at the beach, watching the sunset, hitting your blunt every now and then, sketching random flowers on your book. you could go on and on about flowers if you could, even nature.

you finally check the time when it’s fully dark deciding its a bit dangerous to be out so late considering what just happened around the area.

8:27 pm

you decide to pick up some pizza and call it a day. trying to mentally prepare yourself for tomorrow. you really want to call of work tomorrow feeling like there too much going on around you. it was overwhelming, you think you’re overreacting none of this really affects you in anyway so why do you have this suffocating feeling? you feel like you’re literally drowning.

“luna you have it so easy mama, i’d love to be a house cat not a single worry in the world.” you sigh while rubbing her tummy as she purs.

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[st4rgzer]

MATT BUT ITS THE AUDIO I SENT U

UNREQUITED PT. 2 matt sturniolo

summary: pt 2 of unrequited love, you make some plans that take a turn for the worse

genre: PURE angst

cw: mentions of self deprecation, flirty jokes

a/n: for my lobe, @iha8you , hope you enjoy it, sorry for what happened again, fuck him!

Its been 2 months since i started distancing myself from the triplets and anything involving them, more precisely, matt.

Of course they noticed, i have more than 11 missed called from nick, not trusting my messages saying “im fine, just busy, ttyl” Im never like that, not with them at least. Today I’ve made up my mind, im going to put my silly feelings aside and hang out with my friends, its was i need, it’ll do me good, i know it will. They pick me up from my house, the drive to theirs being the most awkward thing in the world, worse than telling a server at a restaurant “you too!” In response to “enjoy your food”, yeah. No one said a word, that was the worst, its everyone expected someone to say something but no one dared to break the silence. I think I could see matt smirk in the rear view mirror, I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion, did he find this amusing? We arrived home a few minutes after, which felt like an eternity. I undid my seatbelt and we all went to the front door, waiting for nick to get the keys, he fiddled with them, trying to open the door

“Whenever you want nick” Chris said sarcastically, annoyance visible in his voice, as he always did when he bickered with his brother. Eventually, he got the door open and we all got set up inside, I sat on the couch with nick next to matt and chris.

“Do y’all wanna watch a movie or…?” Nick said looking around, everyone nodded, including me, I would rather just watch a movie then have to talk. I cleared my throat and crossed my legs, getting comfortable. Nick got up after putting on a scary movie and went to get some drinks and snacks

“I’ll come help you!” Chris exclaimed, he probably just wanted to make sure no one got his pepsi, but whatever. I come to the realization me and matt are alone on the sofa, the movie is paused, we glance at eachother awkwardly, even if we never argued or said anything about how i felt, we both knew something was up, he was the first one to break the silence.

“Hey you can talk to me you know, you act like you love me or something” he laughed off, my stomach dropped, did he know? No, that’s impossible. I laughed along.

“No I’ve just, just been really busy and-“ i get cut off. “C’mon don’t tell me that bullshit, I know you haven’t been THAT busy to hang out with your favorite friends” he said rolling his eyes, he hit my shoulder playfully. He touched my shoulder. I looked down, trying to find a better excuse, or hoping that he’d just let it slide.

“Well, I’m just reall-” saved by the bell. “LOVEBIRDSSS got the popcorn, drinks, and ready for another hour of edward scissorhands” Nick said placing the popcorn onto the table, crossing his legs over the couch, and grabbing the remote. I let out a sigh of relief, matt looked over at me and huffed, im sure he’ll forget. Chris put his feet over matt’s lap and sipped his soda.

After the movie ended, it was fenomenal as always by the way, we got to talking, great.

“So y/n, what have you been up to? We really haven’t seen you at all these months” Chris spoke between handfuls of popcorn. Nick nodded along

“Well i-“ I glanced over at matt, he was looking at me, of course he would, im speaking, what am i even saying? “I’ve had a heavy month of recording and editing videos, im in the middle of looking for a new editor, AND im getting my drivers license, so yeah, pretty bus- occupied…” I explained to them, half of that was true, i WAS looking for a new editor, just not actively doing so, and i AM getting my license, just not till January…but they bought it, which is the important part.

“Well we’ve all missed you around here” nick scooched next to me. I smiled in return.

“Yeah especially matt” Chris said suggestively, prolonging the word matt in a singsongy voice. Im sure he didn’t mean it that way, was he mocking me?. Matt just rolled his eyes.

“Sure, well im not the one who’s in love with me” he smirked at me, I scoffed, again? Really? Its like everyone is in on a big inside joke but me, and i hate it.

Nick notices my discomfort and diverts the attention from me.

“Hey how about we call Alanha and Madi and we go to Mcdonalds or something” he suggested. “Yeah that sounds great!” I responded, the other two agreed in unison, and we left the previous subject alone, thank god.

As we pulled up to Alanha’s house, Madi and her went out of the door and got into the backseat next to me and Nick, we squeezed in all we could, we laughed about it a bit, it was a relief to see them really, Madi was the only one, along with some other gfs, that knew about it.

“Y/n! Its so good to see you, its been forever” Alanha side hugged me, with difficulty in the cramped car.

“Yeah i know, its good to see you guys too” I smiled at both of them, the car ride to the Mcdonalds drive thru was short, thankfully. Matt lowered the music as the speaker took our order, everyone whispering theirs to him, he remembered my order. We pulled into the parking lot, sorting out all the food.

We decided to eat out in the car park, it was dark so there was no one there, so it was quiet and peacful, we were eating our food and making jokes, Matt kept on slipping little flirty remarks but I ignored them, after all, he was just making fun of me.

“Fuck arent you guys cold?” Madi shivered, rubbing her hands together, it was chilly but we all had at least a hoodie on.

“Here, im warm from all the food” Matt took off his hoodie. He handed it over to her. She put it on. “oh” i thought.

All the sounds around me kind of tuned down, furrowing my eyebrows and snapping myself out of my state, my breathing got a little heavier, i shook my head. Why was a being so dramatic? For the love of god, he just gave her his hoodie, its not like he declared his undying love for her or something, either was it still hurt a little, im lying, it hurt a lot. Madi put her hands in the pocket of Matt’s black ransom hoodie, she smiled and the conversation carried on, but I wasn’t paying attention

“Y/n? Y/n are you theree?” Nick waved a hand in front of my face.

“Sorry I just zoned out there for a sec” I laughed somehow, I didn’t know if it was really visible in my face how upset I was.

“Oh im sorry did you want my hoodie” Matt joked, everyone else laughed along, it was an innocent little joke for them, i get it. I bit the inside of my cheek, he took my feelings as a hilarious thing, as if I was the kings jester. I breathed in, trying not to let the stinging feeling of tears in my eyes win over, I didn’t wanna be the one to say they wanted to go home, so i just waited, not participating in the conversation, but laughing and nodding along at the right times to not raise any suspicions, eventually, Alanha said she had to be up early in the morning, if we could go home, so we did.

“Guys just drop me off here” I sighed, getting out of the car, waving little goodbyes to all of them. Another successful night, drained, the only comfort being my bed and being enveloped by my fluffy sheets. Another night wondering if there’s something wrong with me, and another night realizing once again that hope is, indeed, a dangerous thing for someone like me to have.

a/n: everyone say “fuck you danny!” 🙂🙂 @iha8you

should i do a taglist or something?😭 tell me if u dont wanna be on this

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[ya-zz]

hiya! :-)

can i request a rammattra, zenyatta, or genji (whoever you think fits best) x gn reader who's a cyborg with a gothic little balljoint porcelain doll appearence? maybe a little edward scissorhands-y in their mannerisms and personality (doesn't really talk much, curious and full of wonder about the most mundane things, a bit socially tone deaf, and usually seen as a creepy weirdo despite in reality being more akin to a batty puppy dog overall)?

also optional bonus heavy angst idea you don't have to include: reader admitting that they didn't actually want to be a cyborg when they technically died naturally of a chronic illness, but their ex brought them back from the brink of death against their expressed wishes and now reader has episodes where they have to grapple with the fact they're still alive and how different their body is now.

totally alright if this is too much and no worries if you don't wanna write it! i hope you have a swell day! :-D

Hooo boy, this one took a lil longer to get to, work be testing me at the moment, but anyway- I broke it up into small pieces for each character, hope that's okay!

Everything is under the cut and they all have varying word counts. The first section is the same for each, it's bold and italic.

Ramattra

Your appearance was something neither three had ever seen before. They stared at you with a mix of emotions. Mainly awe and curiosity. Omnics had their defaulted looks, they all did. Each series a different kind but the same look, but you… You were unique. 

Zenyatta and Genji were talking, Ramattra sitting by his brothers side trying to ignore the ninja’s ramblings. It was supposed to be a meditation session, but of course, the ninja had other ideas and proceeded to gloat about his renewed and blossoming relationship with his brother. When you stumbled upon the three, looking helpless like a lost puppy, they averted their attention to you. 

Genji was the first to make a noise, a sound of surprise as his eyes widened while he looked you up and down. Zenyatta and Ramattra stayed silent, their orbs the only other sound in the room. When your voice broke through the awkwardness, the three men stand. 

“I don’t suppose you could help me find my way to the garden?” You asked, voice a little shaky and staticky. 

Ramattra stepped forward, offering a hand. 

“I will escort you.” He bowed his head slightly before bidding Zenyatta and his pet human goodbye and leaving the room with you following behind. 

The silence was comfortable yet Ramattra couldn’t help but wonder about you. 

“You are different from the others.” He states, not deterring from the path nor his speed. 

There was a hum in response and the omnic looks down at you. He notices you’re looking forward, seemingly in your own world as you walk beside him. 

“Do you have a name?” He asks.

He’s met with silence.

Ramattra silently sighs. Not one for conversation, huh? 

Instead of talking, he looks over you once more. The model make and number appears in his HUD, a rare and unique model and quite expensive too. One would be lucky to even afford such a delicate piece of equipment. 

He’s curious, and rightly so. Who and why? A ball-jointed omnic, no, you seem too human to be an omnic. You’re an anomaly Ramattra can’t wrap his system around. He goes back to his initial thinking; a ball-jointed omnic is wandering about the area, you look like a doll. A fully functioning toy doll. A kid would love to grasp and pull at you if it had the chance. 

He thinks for a moment. A collectors toy, that is what you look like. The larger omnic looks back over at you and it makes more sense to him, but he doesn’t speak out loud. You look like a doll that should be sitting on a shelf, encased with glass, one for people to look at. 

“You keep staring at me.” 

Ramattra shifts, looking forward again. “My apologies. I am merely curious about you.”

“You wouldn’t be the first.” 

“I will not be the last, it seems.” He huffs, looking out of the window as you both pass it. 

“No, you won’t be.” 

“Are you always this…” 

“This, what? Straight? Yes.” 

“I see.” Ramattra feels the tension in the air and stays silent. He pushed the wrong way and made you uncomfortable, but he dismisses the feeling as he pushes forward and opens the door towards the garden. “Here you go.” 

It’s like a switch had flipped instantly, your mood heightens as you practically run past him and out into the community garden. With the sun beaming down onto your arms, your face warming up, it felt like a dream. It had been too long since you had seen natural beauty and after hearing that this was the place to see it, you made your way here. 

Ramattra watches on, catching you staring at the bark on the trees, hands gently touching the ridges, feeling the coarse and damp wood. It had been raining two hours prior, the soil beneath your feet still soggy as your feet sunk into the dirt. There wasn’t a care in the world at that moment and Ramattra felt himself admiring the kid like excitement within you. 

Hey stays by the door, arms crossed over his chest as he keeps an eye on you. Hands playing with the leaves upon the tree, gently fingers grazing the flower petals. Knees and feet caked in mud, joints becoming sticky and grinding against each other, but you did not care. 

This… This is what you came here to do. To be free, to study… To be yourself.

Genji

Your appearance was something neither three had ever seen before. They stared at you with a mix of emotions. Mainly awe and curiosity. Omnics had their defaulted looks, they all did. Each series a different kind but the same look, but you… You were unique. 

Zenyatta and Genji were talking, Ramattra sitting by his brothers side trying to ignore the ninja’s ramblings. It was supposed to be a meditation session, but of course, the ninja had other ideas and proceeded to gloat about his renewed and blossoming relationship with his brother. When you stumbled upon the three, looking helpless like a lost puppy, they averted their attention to you. 

Genji was the first to make a noise, a sound of surprise as his eyes widened while he looked you up and down. Zenyatta and Ramattra stayed silent, their orbs the only other sound in the room. When your voice broke through the awkwardness, the three men stand. 

“I don’t suppose you could help me find my way to the garden?” You asked, voice a little shaky and staticky. 

Genji did not hesitate at all as he practically jumped towards you. 

“I’ll go with you! Come on!” His arm wrapped around your shoulders while he escorted you out of the room and down the hallway. “So, what made you come here?” His voice was sweet and excited. You didn’t know why, but it felt comfortable. 

“I heard there was natural beauty here.” 

“Ah! The garden!” Genji exclaimed. “Yes! We would usually meditate outside but it is raining. Perhaps the rain has finally let up.”

“You were meditating?” 

“We were. Well, Zenyatta and Ramattra were, but I had news I wanted to share with my master.”

“Your ‘master’?” 

Genji nods as he walks alongside you. “Zenyatta. After a life changing altercation with my brother, Zenyatta practically took me in and guided me on the right path.”

“You’re talking about your appearance?” 

Genji nods once again and perhaps thats where it clicked with him. He felt drawn to you because you were similar to him. He could feel it. “My brother tried to kill me. Family issues and such, I won’t bore you with the details.”

You shake your head. “I was the same. Not with family, but my lover. I was on deaths door, chronic illness, I wanted to die, but he had other plans… And here I am now.” 

“Did it take awhile to get used to it? It did for me.” Genji softens his voice, tone apologetic. 

“Yes. I felt numb. My mind was there, but feeling wasn’t. I screamed, cried, shouted, anything, you name it. I didn’t ask for this.” 

“Nobody would ask for this. They should’ve respected your wishes.” His hand rests on your back, just below your neck, resting between where your shoulder blades would be. “I am sorry to bring it back up.” 

“Don’t apologise, you didn’t know.” 

There was a comforting silence as the pair of you walked through the hallway before Genji stopped beside a door. He heard the rain outside, but pushed the door open, letting the wind hit you. 

“You don’t have to go-” Before he even finished his sentence, you were already passed him, outside in the rain. Arms outstretched, face looking up, it’s like you had never been in the rain before. Genji chuckled, hiding under the shelter as he watched on. 

The ninja watched on, his eyes not leaving your body as you’d wander the garden in the rain. For once, Genji felt comfortable being around another person, someone who was just like him. Through pain and trauma, he hopes to get close to you, to know more about you, your insecurities, flaws, what makes you, you. 

He watched as you knelt down in the mud, fingers gliding over rose petals before picking up a snail that had been passing by. He chuckled once more when he watches you place it on a nearby leaf.

Time would only tell how these two would get along, but Genji hopes the feelings will become mutual in time.

Zenyatta

Your appearance was something neither three had ever seen before. They stared at you with a mix of emotions. Mainly awe and curiosity. Omnics had their defaulted looks, they all did. Each series a different kind but the same look, but you… You were unique. 

Zenyatta and Genji were talking, Ramattra sitting by his brothers side trying to ignore the ninja’s ramblings. It was supposed to be a meditation session, but of course, the ninja had other ideas and proceeded to gloat about his renewed and blossoming relationship with his brother. When you stumbled upon the three, looking helpless like a lost puppy, they averted their attention to you. 

Genji was the first to make a noise, a sound of surprise as his eyes widened while he looked you up and down. Zenyatta and Ramattra stayed silent, their orbs the only other sound in the room. When your voice broke through the awkwardness, the three men stand. 

“I don’t suppose you could help me find my way to the garden?” You asked, voice a little shaky and staticky. 

He approached you almost silently, feet tapping gently on the ground before he extends his hand. 

“I will escort you. Follow me.” His voice was fluid for an omnic, which was soothing to your ears. Once the pair of you had left the room, just overhearing Ramattra telling Genji to shut up, Zenyatta chuckles and guides you through the halls. 

“Do not mind those two.” He states, moving his hand as he speaks. “They have been at it like children since Genji got here.” 

He hears the hum of response and takes a moment to look over you. Zenyatta’s model wasn’t as advanced as Ramattra’s, but he could do the basic scanning of people, but you… were not entirely human. 

“You are quite similar to Genji.” 

“Which one is he?” 

“The less omnic looking one. The one who sat to the left of me.” He chuckles.

“Oh, him.” There was a short pause. “How so?”

“You have mechanics within your body. You are not entirely human, are you?” He asks, head cocking to the side. 

“No.” 

“I see. I will not press, I am here to talk if you want to.” He offers, tone laced with a comforting frequency that began settling the anxiousness within you. The monk pauses for a moment before continuing. “Are you here for a reason? We do not get many guests.”

“Nature. I heard stories form the village.” 

“Ah. Our garden. Yes. It is quite magnificent. Well cared for too.” He hums, nodding his head. “We have gardeners and groundskeepers in there at all hours of the day. Perhaps you may make a few friends.” 

There was a friendliness in his voice as he kept speaking. While he was doing so, his systems were wondering what had happened to you for you to be like this. The porcelaine like features of your body intrigued him, the ball-jointed appearance made you look like a doll, and while not something he had seen before, he wanted to know more. 

His thoughts stopped when they arrived at the archway, the garden just outside. He went to speak but you had already vanished into the greenery. The gardeners watched on, the groundskeepers laughing as they watched this human-omnic wander into the flower beds and bushes. 

Zenyatta sat down on a nearby bench, keeping a close eye on you. He was in complete awe of you and his systems began to work through any and all possible outcome to his feelings. He was curious, much like were in this moment.

You examined the bugs under the rocks, picking them up to get a closer look before placing them back down into the dirt. With the sun on your face, it felt like a surreal dream, one you never wanted to wake from. 

The omnic monk kept his gaze within your direction, chuckling to himself as the minutes passed by. Perhaps another familiar face wouldn’t be unwelcome here…

[haveyouseenthishorrormovie]

Not a poll request (so don't worry if you don't want to answer on the blog) but - could we get each of the mods' top 10 horror movies? (: I'd be so interested in hearing them!

Long post!

Mod Z:

*long sigh* *opens letterboxd*

K-12 (2019)

NOTE: Yk what imma just leave this here

2. Beau is Afraid (2023)

NOTE: a masterpiece i probably won’t rewatch for a long time but since i’m an ari aster truther it deserved this spot

3. Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975)

NOTE: Yes

4. The Crow (1994)

NOTE: Awesome ass movie. Awesome ass soundtrack. An absolute classic. I have the graphic novel it was based on and it’s one of the best things I have in my library

5. Carrie (1976)

NOTE: Stephen King’s the best at writing real characters <3

6. The Craft (1996)

NOTE: As a wicca myself, accurately depicted teen witches are my jam and this film did the best job at it

7. Bodies Bodies Bodies (2022)

NOTE: The only reason this isn’t in the top 5 is because i haven’t seen it in a while. If u had asked me in early 2023 i would’ve put this in second place for sure

8. Cam (2017)

NOTE: So underrated. Go watch this on Netflix now while u don’t know anything about it

9. Frankenweenie/Nightmare before Christmas/Edward Scissorhands

NOTE: CHILDHOOD (lumping them together cuz i couldn’t decide which tim burton film to add)

10. Smile (2022)

NOTE: okay wait this scared me shitless at the theatre and i just convinced myself this movie was bad to stop myself freaking out but this is a genuinely good and scary movie i’ve made up my mind

These are subject to change and Invisible Man (2020) definitely deserves an honorable mention but I haven’t seen it in a while to check if it still holds up

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Mod L:

The Thing (1982)

Absolute masterpiece. Perfect marriage of cast, visuals, music, and script. They (audiences in 1982) hated Jesus (John Carpenter) because he told them the truth.

2. Ravenous (1999)

I love social horror more than life itself, and this is a pitch-perfect example. I recommend Atun-Shei Films' Overanalyzing Ravenous, if you haven't seen it yet.

3. Ju-on: The Grudge (2002)

See above re: social horror. I never stop thinking about how this series was inspired by rising incidents of domestic violence in Japan - how the contagion of violence in the home spreads to anyone who comes in contact with it.

4. Demon (2015)

This would pair amazingly well with my next pick, which is:

5. La Llorona (2019)

To quote a friend of mine after we watched Demon, "there is no society without memory."

6. Black Christmas (1976)

Truly ahead of its time as a slasher, as well as in its politics. Ladies, never date a Peter, and DON'T trust the Toronto Police.

7. The Devils (1971)

Nobody was doing it like Ken Russell, and nobody ever will again.

8. The Changeling (1980)

This movie understands the greatest horror of all: Joseph Kennedy Sr.

9. Us (2019)

My favourite Peele to date, no I will not be budged on this point.

10. Peeping Tom (1960)

An extremely prescient film about the male gaze and the medium of film.

(Mod Sus releases their own once they get the braincells rubbing for more than 5 movies)

[enam3l]

rockstar eddie munson does halloween

I hit 100 followers which to me is crazy so to celebrate here is a special rockstar eddie halloween head-canons! thank you so much and i hope you have the best halloween

you can read all rockstar eddie munson stories and lore including Halloween pt 2 at #enamels rockstar eddie

Every year without fail, a Halloween party is held at Steve's house. It started in 87 and has been going strong ever since

You knew you were truly in love with Eddie once you spent your first Halloween together and saw how excited he was for it, how his eyes were lit up from at least 2 weeks before the 31st. You knew his friends and he was desperate to bring you to their big Halloween bash

The gang knew you and Eddie were endgame when he said he was bringing you to the Halloween party

Eddie was pretty sure he was in love with you but he knew you were his soulmate when you walked on him making extravagant decorations for the party and left just to come back with more supplies. You both spent the next 48 hours covered in PVA glue, glitter and fake spiderwebs

Eddie is pretty sure his heart stopped beating when you nervously asked him if you wanted to do a couples costume and suggested Aragorn and Arwen

You arrived together at Steve's the day before the party to set up the decorations you'd both crafted. Because he lived on his own and just in an apartment, Eddie never bothered to decorate his own place. Before he can stop himself as you're hanging a skeleton from the ceiling he blurts out 'I can't wait until we have our own home to decorate'

As Eddie panics and tries to work out how he can undo what he said, you look to him with a big grin and say 'We'll have one to decorate by next year.' The second you were home from Steve's you went looking for apartments, giddy you'd both finally admitted you wanted to live together

After getting married the pair of you decided it was time to move on from the apartment you got together and get a house in the hopes of starting a family. Eddie had of coursed argued getting a house meant you'd now have an attic to cram even more spooky paper mache creations

The perks of a house meant you could now decorate the outside and one of Eddie's proudest achievements was realising people were travelling just to see your home at Halloween. He'd sit by the front window, ecstatic as he watched people approach the house and seeing their reactions. He loved how children would look as if they'd stepped into a portal to another world. You loved seeing people appreciate how creative your husband was and how he was bringing years of his DnD universes to life

As the group got older and began to have children, Steve's parties continued. They now just started earlier for the kids who ran riot around a huge bonfire the men would put together. Once the kids were in bed, you all continued to party like you were teenagers again

And of course yours and Eddie's couples costumes continued even to the present day. Over the years you'd now been Edward Scissorhands and Kim, Gomez and Morticia and Jon Snow and Daenerys

Admittedly there were a few costumes you'd bought that never made it out the bedroom. Jessica Rabbit and Catwoman for example were banned by Eddie as he admitted he couldn't behave in public with you dressed like that

The worst part about Halloween was that Eddie returned to his most feral teenage boy self and attempted to live off a diet of candy. You wish you could say you've never had to replace your kids trick or treating sweets because your husband ate them all... but you had... multiple times

With your first baby you were around 4 months pregnant when Halloween came around. Eddie insisted on painting your small bump that had recently appeared as a pumpkin. And whenever he answered the door to trick or treaters he began to tear up at the children just thinking about how he'd have his own to take out this time next year

That year for Steve's you'd joked you could go as Alien and have a little alien ripping out your tshirt over your bump. Eddie did not find this funny. He refused to speak to you for several hours but continued to talk to the bump and apologise for its mother's behaviour

Before your first child (a little girl) was born, Eddie had already collected a variety of costumes for her. She was only 6 months old for her first Halloween but Eddie took her in her pram with Steve's nuggets so she could still have her first taste of trick or treating. That year the two of you brought back your Aragorn and Arwen costume but now gave your daughter and oversized ring so she could be a very cute Gollum

Once you had your second child you did the Addams Family. You as Morticia, Eddie as Gomez, your daughter as Wednesday and your new daughter as Pugsley. Dustin was a very willing Uncle Fester

Eddie's Halloween antics have become infamous today. Your kids mobbed online for requests of the decorations and yours and Eddie's couples costume each year

Oh, and he's still made you keep the Jessica Rabbit costume just incase

my requests are open as always! let me know what more rockstar eddie stuff you want or just anything else!

[seungkwansphd]

edward scissorhands

pairing: jun x reader wordcount: 3.6k summary: you can only describe your best friend Jun’s halloween costume as a yassified edward scissorhands. and you want him...BADLY? no...no that simply can’t be right. genre/themes: smut, lazy & hurried plot, best friends to lovers, reader is DROWNING IN THE NILE. limbo jun, croptop jun, repressed angst?, soft post sex feels, dom/brat vibes. once again instigator/facilitator minghao.

a/n: idk...i went feral & wrote this in a fury. enjoy!

“Are you sure about this?” Jun couldn’t help the blush that had crept up his face as Minghao made last minute alterations to his Halloween costume.

“Yes, very,” Minghao peered over his glasses at his longtime friend.

“I just-,” Jun looked at himself critically in the mirror. “I don’t think this is what YN had in mind when they said I should dress up as Edward Scissorhands for Halloween.

“No, I don’t imagine it was. But I am also unwilling to listen to you gripe even one more time about being single and this will certainly do the trick.”

“My whole stomach is out!” Jun almost shouted at his friend, gesturing at his torso animatedly.

“Your abs are out,” Minghao corrected, “You have a great physique, you may as well use it to your advantage.”

“I’m-,” Jun grumbled.

“I already cut the fabric off and I won’t be bothered to put it back on,” Minghao cut him off impatiently.

    Minghao was so incredibly tired of listening to Jun’s whining about being single when what he really wanted was you. He was also tired of your endless moping over how all of your moody, emo dates were emotionally unavailable when what you really needed, but couldn’t see or wouldn’t accept, was your golden retriever boyfriend Jun. It was time to put his apparel design skills to task.

“Well, you’re not my type,” Minghao let out a low whistle as he patted himself on the back, “But this is one eye catching costume.”

    Jun had to agree. One could describe it as a yassified abstraction of Edward Scissorhands. The now cropped pleather jacket and shirt showcased the hard planes of his abdomen prominently. His blonde hair had grown out slightly and, once styled, would hang over his smudged, black eye makeup. It was a stark contrast to his usual appearance, but it was Halloween after all. If Minghao needed a creative project, who was he to say no?

…

“Explain to me, one more time please, what your costume is?” Lena furrowed her brows at you as she took in your fairly plain makeup and white dress.

    You huffed. Yes alone, you did look unremarkable in your Kim Boggs costume, but as soon as Jun arrived as Edward Scissorhands it would make a lot more sense.

“I’m Kim Boggs!” you wanted to yell. Why did nobody get your fantastic Tim Burton reference? And where the hell was Jun? “The girl from Edward Scissorhands.”

“So where is your Edward Scissorhands? Did you do half of a couples costume by yourself?”

“I don’t know where the hell Jun is! We were supposed to come together, but at the last minute he said Minghao needed some help or something. He should be here soon, I hope.”

“Wait, are you and Jun finally together?” Lena asked excitedly.

“What? No! Are you crazy?” you stuttered, giving her a confused look. “Jun is my best friend, hell no we did not get together!”

“Really?” Lena shook her head, confused. “So then why the couples' costume?”

“Who else was going to be my Edward Scissorhands? Minghao said it was too tacky, not his style. And I don’t really have a lot of other options as the dating has not gone well.”

“Oh no? Why’s that?”

“I guess my type…is emotionally unavailable,” you huffed, taking a sip of your drink. You didn’t want to go too into detail, as you knew it would make you moody and you still had hopes of enjoying the party. “It’s just…not going to plan, you could say.”

“Hm, is there a chance that you would go for a different type of person?” Lena shrugged. She knew your penchant for a dark haired, skinny, and moody boy, but had always wondered if someone more straightforward, easygoing, and funny might be more your speed.

“I-...” you trailed off, brain malfunctioning severely after your eyes flew to the door. Jun had arrived.

“You…?” Lena tried to follow your incomplete train of thought before realizing your attention had been sucked completely elsewhere. She followed your gaze and could not help the shit eating grin that spread across her lips as she realized what…or better said, who you were staring at. “Hello, Earth to YN!” she laughed, tapping you on the forehead gently to get your attention back.

“Huh? Sorry, what were you saying?” you asked her. You blinked as you tried to understand what had just happened, but your mind was painfully devoid of thoughts.

“I was saying, you might want to think about branching outside of your normal type? When it comes to dating. You never know what might tickle your fancy, if you give it a shot.”

“Yeah…,” you nodded, clearly not listening as Jun finally spotted you.

    You had no earthly explanation as to why, but your heart started pounding erratically as he fixed his sulky, smudged gaze on you and approached. It might’ve just been the boots, but something about his walk was even distracting to you. Slower than usual, somehow more deliberate, and very different from your typically eager best friend.

“There you are,” his dark facade cracked into a bright smile as he looped his arm around your shoulder happily. “Sorry I’m late. Costuming emergency.”

“I see,” you mumbled, unable to tear your eyes away from your friend’s abs. “Did Minghao just chop off half of your costume or what?”

“More like a quarter, but yea. He said he was taking over creative control.”

“Ah,” you nodded. You knew you were staring, but somehow looking at his abs seemed more appealing and attainable than staring at his face.

“YN!” Minghao popped up, dressed as a very impressive Jack Skellington.

“Oh my god!” you screamed excitedly at his costume. “Hao you look amazing!” you pressed up onto your toes to get a closer look at his face paint. “Wow, amazing!”

“Thank you,” Minghao nodded surely. He had done a fantastic job with his costume, indeed.

“I look so boring between you two,” you pouted slightly, pointedly avoiding looking at Jun.

“You’re the one who wanted to be Kim Boggs.”

“Yes, but if I’d known you were going to make Jun’s costume slutty, I would’ve done that too! This costume is canonically accurate, so now I just look plain.”

“What are you talking about? I don’t look slutty!” Jun protested, flushing.

“J-just with your little waist out like that? A-and your makeup all sexy?” you stuttered, filter completely abandoned at this point.

    You could feel Lena and Minghao smirking so painfully smugly at you as Jun looked slightly bewildered at your outburst.

“Nothing. It’s fine!” you shrugged, needing to go outside and clear your mind. “I’ll be back, Jun-bug,” summoning a decades-old nickname to try and remind yourself that this was your friend.

“You better get it together, you dumbass,” you chastised yourself as you paced back and forth.

    How embarrassing it was to be having this sort of reaction to Jun, of all people. Were you really so shallow that all it took was some pleather costuming and smudged eye makeup to go feral for someone who was decidedly not your type? You kicked yourself for ever suggesting this costume to Jun.

    After a few more minutes of muttering, you felt like you could return. Sucking in a deep breath, you pulled open the door just to have to shut it again.

“Absolutely not,” you shook your head, trying to wipe the image of Jun engaging all of his core muscles for a game of limbo from your mind. Nope. Outside was great.

    You took a seat on a bench near the fire to collect yourself for a second time. Why on earth was this happening to you? This was Jun for god sakes! You’d drank hand sanitizer in middle school with this man. You’d been the one to teach him, woefully recently, that females have three holes and not two. God damn it.

“YN!” your name shocked you out of your stupor. You groaned slightly, seeing Jun approach you with some concern in his face.

“Are you okay? You’ve been out here for a long time. Did you drink too much already? You’re supposed to be my beer pong partner.”

    You smiled with relief. This was the Jun you knew, chattering on without a care. You could hide this from him if you wanted to.

“I’m okay,” you answered, smiling nervously up at him. “I’m just distracted, I guess.”

“Oh, by what? Are you that upset that I changed my costume? Minghao, he just-”

“No, it’s not that,” you laughed. Jun had always had a talent for getting so painfully close to the point and just barely missing.

“So what is it?” He fixed a serious look at you.

    You swallowed under his tense gaze. You could feel your body reacting, wanting to look so disrespectfully at your friend.

“You?” you all but whimpered, gaze back on his abs, when you answered.

“Me?” Jun was confused, following your line of vision to his own torso. His heart pounded in his ears. In all your years of friendship, despite his secret wishes, you’d never looked at him like this. He’d buried it over time, but seeing you look up at him, your expression a mixture of disbelief and desire knocked his old crush loose again way too easily.

“What, cause I’m dressed like this you want me to be mean to you, like those guys you’ve been dating?” Jun asked, more than slightly bitter.

“Huh?” your face screwed up in confusion. His jealousy was easy to clock, but the way your breath grew shallow at Jun’s harsh words was bewildering.

“You’re acting like you’ve never seen me shirtless before,” Jun chuckled, ego swelling at the way you reacted.

“Jun,” you squeaked as he pulled you onto your feet.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked. He was genuinely curious now.

“I-…want you,” you sighed.

“Me? Or just this version of me?” he needed to know.

“I don’t know!” you stamped your foot, genuinely frustrated at this tangled ball of feelings that had shown up suddenly.

“Hey, hey!” Jun suddenly snapped back to reality, seeing the distress on your face, “I’m just teasing, you’re so easy to rile up,” he tried to play it off, cupping the sides of your face in his large hands.

“Not funny,” you sigh, heart still pounding. Your skin prickled at Jun’s comforting touch and it was like the last piece of your brain suddenly clicked into place. “I want you,” you blurt out.

“I said I was just teasing,” Jun rebuts instinctively.

“I don’t-, I’m not,” you shake your head firmly. “Please?”

    Jun folds. Almost before you can even complete your soft request, he lowers his face to yours and kisses you firmly. You moan into his mouth as he pulls you against him, your soft curves molding against his hard musculature. 

“Will you take me home?” you murmur against his lips and Jun doesn’t have to think twice. He picks you up and carries you to his car, sending Minghao a brief and apologetic text before driving away.

“You know, we don’t have to,” Jun offers as soon as you enter his apartment.

“I want to,” you pout, his kindness making your chest tighten.

“You just want me for my slutty waist,” Jun laughs, catching your eyes on his abs again.

“Maybe,” you look away indignantly.

“C’mere,” Jun beckons you. You walk towards him and he surprises you by grabbing you by the wrists and placing your hands on his torso. “Look any harder and your eyeballs will fall out.”

“Jun!” you flush at his teasing, but your hands explore anyway.

“You’re cute when I tease you,” he laughs darkly in your ear. Who knew Jun had this side to him.

“Junie,” you squeak as his fingertips dig into your hips and you gush for him. “Bed, now.”

“Yes, princess,” he nods, hauling you onto his hip to carry you into his bedroom. You melt a little bit, hearing his nickname for you in this context. “That works for you, huh?” he chuckled, picking up on your soft sigh before setting you down.

“Seems so,” you blush furiously. Juns blonde hair hangs in his eyes as he looks down at you. The jacket makes his already tall frame look even larger and more looming than usual. “Fuck,” you squeak, thighs pressing together.

“Uh uh, open,” Jun tuts, sliding a hand between your knees to press you open. “Oh,” he grins wolfishly as his fingertips discover your telling wetness.

    You let out a strangled sigh and it goes right to his head. While Jun was doing a pretty good job of keeping his cool and staying in character for you, he was freaking out internally. He would go straight to hell for lying if he ever said he’d never pictured you in his bed before, but to have you here and now was another thing completely.

“Junie, you okay?” you looked up at him with concern as he was deep in thought. “We don’t have to, if you’re having second thoughts.”

“Are you kidding me?” Jun snapped out of it, looking at you as if you’d grown a second head. “I’ve been waiting for you to be ready for this for years,” he laughs darkly before pressing his palm against you, hard.

“Ah!” you cry out, unable to process his confession as he barreled past it. “Jun!” you gasped, squirming at his precise pressure.

“Stay still, kitten,” he grumbled, his left hand coming up to grab you firmly, just under the jaw.

    You buckled. You folded. You melted against him with a fluttery ‘hmm’, grabbing at his jacket weakly for support.

“Just like that?” your best friend chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple before stepping back. “You’re too easy.”

    A soft laugh of disbelief is all you can manage as you watch Jun shrug off his jacket. Your brain is addled with a bunch of realizations that threaten to solidify, so you shake your head, putting that off for just a while longer.

“Jun, come here,” you pout, pulling him towards you by his belt loops. You press soft kisses against his exposed abs and along his waistband, palming him through his pants.

“Fuck,” he hissed, growing weak at the knees. His hand threads through your hair, applying gentle pressure.

“Can I suck you off?” you asked politely, fingertips resting at his belt buckle.

“Go ahead,” he responded cooly, even though he felt like his head was going to catch fire.

    You hummed excitedly as you undid the buckle. The plasticky material crinkled loudly as you pulled it down, but you managed to unleash Jun’s proud erection. Grasping him at the base, you wasted no time and slid your lips over him. Groaning appreciatively at the way he filled your mouth up, you worked up and down at a medium pace. A bubble of pride rose in your chest at the strangled sounds that Jun made.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” Jun groaned, eyes rolling back into his head. “Of course you give immaculate head too.”

    A baffled smile curled onto your lips as you processed Jun’s compliment. Immaculate? He really knew how to hit you right in the praise kink.

“Juuuuun,” you pulled back to whine impatiently. “I want to ride you.”

“By all means, go ahead,” Jun laughed, shucking his pants off and laying back on the bed.

    You had planned to undress as well, but seeing Jun laid back with his erection jutting proudly upwards was completely derailing and you found yourself climbing onto him, the front of your dress gaping wildly open to favor him an unobstructed view of your breasts.

“You look a mess,” he laughed, somehow both derisive and affectionate. “You want me that badly?”

“I-I don’t like this side of you,” you lied, flushing bright red and refusing to answer his question.

“Liar,” he chuckled, palming your breasts firmly before he reached up, hooking his hand around the back of your neck, pulling your face down to his. “If you want to ride my cock, which you obviously do, I want to hear you say it.”

    Jun almost felt mean, but the way your pupils dilated reassured him. Your lips pursed slightly and you thought about punching him before you gave in.

“I want you,” you admitted reluctantly. “I want you to split me in half, Jun,” you admitted, head hanging in shame at the words you’d just said out loud.

“Oh? I mean go ahead,” Jun nodded, eyes wide.

    You moved with embarrassing speed, reaching down to slide him into you. You’re a little surprised at the size, but your toes curled at the sensation of having to slide down slowly and stretch around him. You let out a sigh when you bottomed out, letting out a breath you hadn’t been aware you’d been holding.

“You’re so tiny,” Jun pants, grabbing at the front of your dress as he rolled his hips.

“I hate you,” you squeak as he thrust into you, deep and full.

“Yes, I can see that,” he rolled his eyes at your bratty display. “Do you usually cream on everyone that you hate? Or just me?”

“Jun!” you gasped, scandalized and reeling. You looked away, trying to hide your blush, but Jun had other ideas.

“Look at me when I’m fucking you,” he demanded, grabbing your chin and turning your eyes back towards him. His index and pointer finger slid into your open mouth and he stroked impossibly deeper into you as your lips closed around him.

    Your expression grew frantic as you spasmed around him. You wanted to say something, to warn him, but your mouth was full. Jun can read your cues too well, though, and he grins encouragingly up at you as you come apart around him, the ball of flames in the pit of your belly ripping through you.

“Wen Junhui,” you narrow your eyes at him after you’re finally able to catch your breath. “What the hell was that?”

“What? You didn’t like it?” he played with your hair as you laid across his chest.

“No, it’s not that,” you shake your head furiously. 

    Truth be told, you were having trouble pinpointing exactly what your hang up was. It certainly wasn’t that you hadn’t enjoyed it. And sure, you’d wondered in passing about what it might be like to date Jun, but you wondered that about everyone so you’d never thought that much about it.

“Talk it out with me,” he suggested, like he always did when you were confused or conflicted.

“I’ll try,” you huffed, forcing your thoughts into coherency. “Well, one. I didn’t think that was ever going to happen, so I’m kind of in shock. Two, I don’t understand how you seem to have crawled into my brain to know all the right buttons to press. And three, I’m just kind of annoyed that I’m so blindsided by it? Like were there no indications for me that you have this side to you?”

    Jun laughed, propping your chin up with his palm.

“Well, to your first point, I’ve probably thought about this enough times to make up for you threefold. Two: I’m your best friend? I know so much about you, is it a surprise that I can infer some of your sexual preferences? You're not exactly subtle, you’re kind of bratty as a friend too.”

    You opened your mouth in protest at this statement and Jun cut you off with a pointed ‘see?’ look.

“And to your last point…at least part of it is that I didn’t want you to know.”

“Why?”

“Cause I was so hopelessly smitten over you for a while and I wanted you to feel the same about me. But the whole me, not just that side of me. And then I just got used to it, I guess.”

    Your eyes swum at this statement. You were speechless.

“Hey, we’re okay right? I'm still your Jun,” he squeezed your cheeks nervously.

“It’s just-, I mean,” you tried several times to start your answer before succeeding. “It’s very difficult to reconcile the person I just had sex with and my best friend. But yes. You are my Jun. It’ll just take some getting used to,” you nodded.

    Jun’s eyebrows raised.

“Inch-resting,” he stroked an invisible mustache as he waggled his eyebrows at you playfully. “So you’re saying we’ll be doing this again?”

“Wen Junhui, I really do hate you!” you pinched him in the side. He was such a good goddamn goofball and it was one of the things you loved most about him.

“No you don’t,” he laughed, rolling over so that he was laying on you. He wasn’t heavy, more like a human weighted blanket. “Ow my balls,” he winced before readjusting so that his thick erection nestled between your thighs.

“Y-you’re doing this on purpose,” you narrowed your eyes at him, the heavy heat of him making you feel melty again.

“Uh duh! I told you, I’ve been waiting for this for years,” he looked meaningfully into your eyes.

    You had fully melted now. You kicked yourself for not seeing things more clearly and sooner, but Jun didn’t let you wallow for too long. He was right, you had a lot of lost time to make up for!

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Chapter 7 - The Cataclysm

reader x jihoon

Chapter 6 | masterlist | Chapter 8

summary: when you're caught in a simple lie, the best solution? dig in and stick to your guns until everything inevitably goes wrong and everyone gets hurt

or, a serial dater and a pessimist fake a relationship in the vain hope that nothing will go wrong

genre: fluff, angst, non-idol au, lawyer au, coworkers to lovers??? friends to lovers???? fake dating!!!!!

warnings: alcohol, food, cursing, lmk if i missed any!

wc: 5.8k

a/n: we're getting so close to the end!!!

taglist: open! send an ask or comment!

Jihoon is used to being late, at least for social functions. He’s only been late for work twice, both times out of his control, only ever missed one lecture during university because he got food poisoning. But with his friends, he’s expected to be late. If Jihoon says he’s coming at 7, everyone knows he won’t show up until 8. 

So why does it bother him that he’s late tonight? He even warned you that it would be another half an hour when Seokmin came crying to his office about some mistake he made on the Calvin’s case. It’s not a very good first impression on your friends, even if it holds up to your characterization of him (according to you). 

So as soon as he gets out of the office, he rushes over, leaving his car in your apartment's garage and walking two blocks to the party. He knocks on the townhouse door, a pretty shade of green, not so bright that it stands out, dark and subtle. Just as he raises his hand to knock again, the door swings open and Jihoon realizes his mistake. 

“Welcome!” The door is opened by a man (a grown man) wearing a skin tight suit and cat ears. He clearly has already drunk too much, swaying on his feet. It takes him a full thirty seconds to realize he doesn’t know Jihoon, walking away with a frown leaving the door open. 

It’s a costume party. It’s Halloween, of course it’s a costume party, but Jihoon is standing on the doorstep still wearing a plain blue button down and slacks and looking like a complete idiot. And before he can even think of a backup plan someone is shouting his name. 

“Jihoon!” Soonyoung shouts. He’s wearing a tiger print sheet wrapped around him, more or less covering the important bits, but clearly meant to show off his well-defined muscles. Jihoon would bet anything he disappears to do push-ups every twenty minutes just to keep his biceps popping. 

Soonyoung, friends since high school, won the talent show in high school with a dance cover of Beyoncé’s Crazy in Love and nearly killed you falling off the podium, which Jihoon figures is a pretty accurate description of both you and Soonyoung. Has been dressing up as a tiger for Halloween for over ten years now. 

“Soonyoung,” he says, allowing the other man to drag him inside. 

“What are you supposed to be?” Soonyoung asks, words slurring just a tiny bit. 

“A person with a job,” Jihoon grumbles. “What are you?” 

“Zeus, obviously,” Soonyoung says. He glances at the tiger print wrapped around the other man. Jihoon doesn’t see any Greek god in particular. Or any Greek. Or any God. Mostly he just sees tigers. 

“Dude, you’re ripped.” Soonyoung latches onto Jihoon, wrapping his free hand around his shoulder. It travels to his arms, squeezing his biceps, triceps, back up to his back and touching everything he can. “Where do you work out? Do you need a gym buddy? Can I be your gym buddy?” 

“How much have you had to drink?” Jihoon asks, pushing Soonyoung back an arm’s distance away. 

“Two shots? And this.” He holds up a bottle of some mixed drink. 

“Yeah, Soonyoung is a bit of a lightweight,” a new voice says. Jihoon turns and it takes all of his willpower not to jump. The man that approaches (and rescues Jihoon from Soonyoung’s clingy grip) wears a scarily accurate Edward Scissorhands costume, complete with hair he isn’t entirely sure is a wig and sharp-looking blades of metal attached to his fingers. 

Jeonghan, soccer player that you befriended in college. In your own words, “thinks he’s more arrogant than he is,” “highly judgemental,” and “simultaneously the worst person you’ve ever met and your most beloved friend in the world.” 

“Yoon Jeonghan,” he says. “I’d shake your hand, but…” He waves the knives. “And you are the infamous Lee Jihoon. Soonyoung, shake the man’s hand for me.” 

He practically jumps at the opportunity, except the bottle is in his right hand and he almost spills it on himself. His hand is warm and sweaty and it’s a terrible handshake. 

“Good strong grip,” Soonyoung says, giggling. 

“Thanks?” 

“Yeah, He’s going to be gone in about two hours,” Jeonghan says. “But he’ll be fine. I’m much more interested in you.” 

You warned him about Jeonghan but it’s a different experience to be analyzed by him in person. Especially when he’s clad in leather and wearing blades for hands. 

“No costume? Wait, let me guess.” Jeonghan pauses, raising his eyebrows. “Too busy?” 

“I came straight from the office,” Jihoon says. He hates how it sounds like an excuse. He showed up, didn’t he? Why isn’t that enough? 

“Costumes are overrated,” Jeonghan says. 

Jihoon raises his eyebrows, glancing at Jeonghan’s costume again. 

“There’s a competition,” Jeonghan says. “Not here,” he adds quickly. “I would not put in this much effort for these losers. They clearly don’t require that.” 

Jihoon can’t argue with that. Most of the people scattered around the couches and up the stairs are wearing half assed costumes, many of which are meant to show as much skin as possible. It reminds him of the college parties he never went to, except everyone here is an adult. 

“Where’s yn?” Jihoon asks, since it’s really the only thing he’s sure Jeonghan won’t judge him for. It should hopefully win him points. 

“Upstairs, drinking with some old college friends. They probably gave up waiting for someone that never shows up.” 

“Sorry about that,” Jihoon mutters. 

“I’m just kidding!” Jeonghan says with a grin. It’s a little scary with his outfit. “I don’t think yn actually thought you’d come to be honest.” It’s clear he doesn’t just mean you had no faith in him. 

“I guess I did that to myself,” he says. “I’d apologize to Soonyoung for the anniversary incident, but I don’t think he’ll remember.” 

Soonyoung giggles, finishing his drink. “I won’t!” He pushes off Jeonghan, wandering away. 

“Should we be worried about him?” Jihoon asks, frowning at his unsteady walk. 

“You-no, me-eh,” Jeonghan says. “He’s been worse.” He tries to fold his arms but the scissors on his hands knock against everything. “So what did you do for the anniversary?” 

Jihoon thinks he can hear an actual warning bell going off, but you’ve trained him for this. He’s prepared. “Nothing that special. Yn just came over and we cooked together and just spent time together.” 

“How boring,” Jeonghan says. “You at least got them a gift, right?” 

“Of course,” Jihoon says. “An amazing one. Well, something yn likes. It’s actually not that amazing but yn liked it.” 

“That’s the important part,” Jeonghan says. “Do I get to know what it is?” 

“Nope,” Jihoon says, even though he knows you already told him. He just doesn’t want to talk about the painstaking task of harassing the office manager until you finally got a working printer. It doesn’t sound particularly romantic, plus you were the one that actually did it. He feels a little guilty claiming the credit for it, especially since you managed to get him a chair specifically made for athletic office workers. 

“Well, I have evaluated and assessed and you are okay,” Jeonghan says. “For now.” 

“Should I be more offended by the ‘okay’ or the ‘for now’?” Jihoon asks. 

“The ‘okay’ was a compliment,” Jeonghan says. “You don’t know how rarely I give them out, especially to yn’s boyfriends. Honestly the only thing that’s saving you is what yn said about you. And the fact that you’re a real, living person. I wasn’t entirely convinced until tonight. But you are exactly what yn said you’re like.” 

“And the ‘for now’?” 

Jeonghan shrugs. “This is the first time I’ve ever met you, so… for now. I already said I liked you well enough so don’t push it.” 

“Thank you?” Jihoon says. 

“You’re welcome.” Jeonghan throws an arm over his shoulder, blades rattling over his arm. Jihoon still isn’t sure if they’re fake or not. 

“Look who I found!” Soonyoung shouts. He pushes another body across the room to where Jihoon and Jeonghan stand. Thankfully his costume is less extreme and Jihoon can recognize him. 

Vernon. Friends since college, a linguistics major with a passion for film. Apparently watched Everything Everywhere All At Once recently because he has sausages for fingers. Fake sausages, taped loosely and falling off. 

Jihoon is pretty sure you wanted to introduce your friends to him yourself, but it’s too late now. Soonyoung pushes from behind, except his hands are full with a drink in each. Vernon allows himself to be pushed until he’s in front of Jihoon. 

“Hey, you’re Jihoon,” he says. 

“You’re Vernon.” 

“Soonyoung, shake the man’s hand for Vernon,” Jeonghan says. 

“Oh that’s not—” Vernon begins. 

 “Too late!” Soonyoung says, shaking his hand, a bottle separating the hands. He lets go, leaving the drink in Jihoon’s hand. “That’s for you! Neither of these two idiots chose costumes that allow them to use their hands.” 

“Thanks,” Jihoon says. Normally he only drinks the expensive alcohol that Seungkwan gets as gifts or beer but tonight he can make an exception. For you. Besides, the drink is overly sweet and fizzy, but it’s not bad, and the more he drinks from it, the better it tastes. 

“You’re not going to question me?” Jihoon asks Vernon. 

“Nah, that’s Jeonghan’s thing,” he says. “I’m a vibe guy. Checking vibes.” 

“You’re strange,” Jihoon says. 

“Thank you,” Vernon says, resting a hand full of sausage-fingers on Jihoon’s shoulder. 

“You’re welcome,” Jihoon says, doing his best not to frown at the strange sensation of fake fingers on his shoulder. 

“How long before you have to run off and put out a fire?” Jeonghan asks. 

“You’re a firefighter?” Soonyoung asks, eyes wide. 

“It’s a metaphor, dude,” Vernon says. “Though I bet he could carry you pretty easily.” 

“Right! Because he’s strong!” Soonyoung leans closer, moving to look at Jihoon’s shoulders again. Then, apparently he gets distracted, because he sniffs at Vernon’s fingers, then opens his mouth. 

“Soonyoung they're fake!” Vernon says, yanking his hand away and accidentally shoving Jihoon forward. Instead of biting into Vernon’s (fake) sausage fingers, Soonyoung’s mouth falls onto Jihoon’s shoulder, teeth and all. 

“Soonyoung!” Jeonghan shouts, grabbing the other man. 

“Yuck,” Soonyoung says. “You taste like laundry detergent and sweat.” 

“How do you know what laundry detergent tastes like?” Vernon asks. 

“Don’t ask,” Jeonghan says, rolling his eyes. “Four shot Soonyoung is not allowed anywhere near cleaning supplies. Or kitchens.” 

“I’m going to go find yn,” Jihoon says, taking another sip of his drink. He doesn’t think he’s had much, but it’s nearly empty. Strange. He can feel it when he walks to the stairs, vaguely aware of Jeonghan, Soonyoung, and Vernon following him. A slight buzz that makes his ears feel warm and steps light. He pushes past a Woody and Buzz Lightyear making out on the stairs, which take way more focus than usual to ascend. 

The second floor has more space than the first, a wide room with sofas and a floor that would be empty if it weren’t for all the people sitting on it. He sees you immediately, sitting between someone wearing a half-deflated dinosaur costume and Howl from Howl’s Moving Castle. You’re laughing, because it’s you, and he thinks he can listen to you laugh for the rest of his life. And then you see him. 

“Jihoon!” You jump up with a ridiculous grin. Jihoon remembers what Jeonghan said. You never expected him to show up. He thinks it might be true with how happy you look now. You almost tackle him in a hug. 

“Why is there a wet mark on your shoulder?” You ask into his chest. 

“Your friends are weird.” 

You laugh again, squeezing him tight. “I’m sorry.” 

“They’re fun though,” he says. “I like them.” 

“Now you’re the one being weird,” you say. You let go of him, studying him. He watches as your eyes narrow in on the drink in his hand. “Oh my god, are you drunk?” 

“It’s one drink, I’m not that much of a lightweight,” Jihoon says. 

Clearly you’ve had more than one drink because you laugh yet again. You haven’t stopped smiling since he appeared, and Jihoon kind of hopes you never stop. 

“You weren’t too mean, were you?” You say, turning to face Jeonghan. Your hand slips into Jihoon’s. 

“”You won’t believe me if I say no,” he says. 

“That’s because you never liked any of my boyfriends,” you say. “But now that you’ve met Jihoon, you have to admit it. He’s different.” 

“He is definitely not your type,” Vernon says. Jihoon decides not to think too much about that. 

You spin around to face Jihoon again, dropping his hand. “Guess what I am?” You ask, more than a little giggly. You raise your arms to show your full black outfit, complete little black wings that dangle. You spin in a circle and there’s a little black tail that follows you, bouncing gently. He has absolutely no idea what you are supposed to be but you’re smiling at him looking absolutely giddy and he decides any guess is better than nothing. 

“The endangered solenodon?” 

“Not endangered anymore! But still venomous,” you say. “And no! They aren’t even black. I’m Toothless, obviously.” You wave your wings. 

“That was my second guess,” Jihoon says. “Who’s Toothless?” 

“Toothless? How to Train A Dragon?” 

“Never seen it,” Jihoon says. 

“This is a travesty. A crime. You could be sued for this. I’m writing a lawsuit in my head.” 

Jihoon wraps an arm around you, pulling you back to his side. “If I watch it with you, will you promise not to sue me?” 

“Hm.” You eye him. “I won’t sue you for How to Train A Dragon. I won’t agree to anything else.” 

“Are there more lawsuits being planned up in your head?” He asks, poking your head gently. It’s been a while since he’s let himself just relax but it seems to come naturally when he’s with you. 

“Just you wait,” you say. “You have no idea what you’ve started by dating me.” 

“No, I do not,” Jihoon says, barely more than a whisper. You don’t hear him. 

You flap your wings rather pitifully. “I like my costume.” 

“I’m very sorry to be the one to tell you this, but you are not winning any costume contests tonight,” Jihoon says. He can’t help but laugh when you pout. 

“As long as no one else calls me a bat,” you say. Jihoon laughs and hugs you again. 

“You’d be a really cute bat, though,” he says. The drink must have really kicked in but Jihoon can’t find it in himself to care. 

“Are you done being disgusting?” Jeonghan says. He’s moved past both of you to the floor, joining Dinosaur dude and Howl and a few other people on the floor. 

“It’s not disgusting! It’s true love!” Soonyoung cries. “Yn deserves it!” 

“Okay, buddy,” Vernon says, saving everyone from a shower by grabbing the cup from Soonyoung’s hand. “Let’s maybe chill out.” 

“I will not!” Soonyoung says. He sprawls onto the floor, limbs flying everywhere. There’s a scramble to move anything in his path. “Love is more important than anything! I will not be silenced!” 

“No one is silencing you,” you say. You pull Jihoon down beside you, crossing your legs on the floor. Jihoon sits back against the couch and you lean into him, your shoulder pressing into his chest so that you’re mostly covering him. Soonyoung wiggles on the floor like a worm until his head is in your lap. 

“You’re upside down,” he says. 

You shake your head, turning to Jihoon. “You see what I deal with? Fooling them is like taking candy from a baby.” 

“I had no idea you had such malicious intentions,” Jihoon says. He wonders if having a second drink is the best idea, but a bottle is being placed in his hand and the first one tasted so good, so he just figures he’ll do what he wants tonight and deal with the consequences later. 

“Who’s down for some truth or dare?” Someone he doesn’t know asks. 

“Yes!” Soonyoung says, jumping out of your lap. “Yes, yes, yes!” 

“Yes, as long as no one dares Soonyoung to jump out of any windows,” Jeonghan says. 

“Has that happened?” Jihoon asks you softly. 

“Yeah, he broke both his legs and wanted to do it again because ‘it was wrong the first time,’” you say. 

“Yn? Jihoon?” Vernon says. 

“We are grown adults with real jobs,” Jihoon whispers in your ear. “This is a game for teenagers.” 

“You’ve never played Truth or Dare, have you?” You say, turning to face him. His face gives him away without a word. 

“We’re in!” You announce. 

The circle starts halfway across, three people away. Ironman is dared to chug her drink, then a fairy talks about her worst sexual experience (Jihoon can feel his cheeks burning the more details she adds). The person next to him (wearing a clown mask and regular clothes in a poor man’s imitation of the joker) chooses truth too, and Vernon asks him to honestly say whether he relates to the joker or not. 

“Heath Ledger of Joaquin Phoenix?” Joker asks. 

“Joaquin Phoenix,” Vernon says. 

“I mean, we’re all a little bit like the Joker,” Joker says. “Especially us guys that get overlooked.” He glances around the room, pausing at the men in the circle. “Right?” 

“Nope,” Vernon says. 

“I have never felt like that,” Dinosaur says. 

“What are we talking about?” Jihoon says in a fake whisper. 

“It’s a movie,” you fake whisper back. “Don’t worry about it. But also don’t sit too close to that guy.” 

“Hey!” Joker says. He glares at you so Jihoon sits up a little straighter, letting his arm rest on top of yours. 

“Your turn!” Jeonghan says, apparently blind to reading the room. “Jihoon, truth or dare?” 

“This is so dumb,” Jihoon grumbles. He has only one choice, though. ‘Truth’ runs too many risks of questions he can’t answer, so he says, “Dare.” 

“Great!” Jeonghan says. “I dare you to kiss yn.” 

“Seriously?” Jihoon says. You sit up, no longing lounging on his chest. 

“Don’t mess around, Jeonghan,” you say. You wiggle your eyebrows and seem to be trying to communicate with your eyes, but Jeonghan seems to be blind yet again. 

“I’d never joke! It’s just a kiss,” he says. “He’s getting off easy, honestly.” 

“It’s true,” Soonyoung says. “I once jumped out of a window.” 

“You enjoyed that,” Vernon says. 

You turn to face Jihoon. Your smile is gone. “You don’t have to do this,” you say softly. 

“It’s fine.” Jihoon shrugs. “If you’re good, I’m good.” It’s not the most romantic words he could have said, but they do the trick because you close your mouth and lean a little closer to him, resting your hand on his chest. He’s been this close to you so many times, but it never fails to make his heart race. 

“This okay?” You breathe. 

“Of course,” he somehow manages to say. You stay there for a moment, eyes flickering between his eyes and his lips and Jihoon wonders if he should do something. Thankfully, you close your eyes and lean even closer and then your lips are on his. 

There are two types of kisses in the world, not that Jihoon has ever experienced either of them. Still, he has learned (from an embarrassing amount of anime and his own friends’ conservative retellings) that they exist. 

#1 is an awkward thing, a short, chaste peck on the lips that hardly counts as a kiss, or maybe an attempt at something more that ends with teeth gnashing against each other and tongues ‘battling for dominance’ that leaves both parties changed for the worse. 

#2 is deep, soul changing, dizzying, breathtaking, a million more verbs that he can’t think of, leaving both parties so senseless they can’t remember their own names, only the heat of the moment. 

Jihoon thinks that these are bullshit, because this kiss is neither of them. 

Your lips are soft against his, and he finds it easy to gently press them apart, to pull you even closer to him. This is definitely not a chaste kiss (not when there’s this much tongue involved) but he doesn’t feel his soul change. Only his lips because when he finally pulls away (memory fully intact), he realizes that this was, technically, his first kiss. 

So maybe you did change him, fundamentally, but he figures A) you’ve already stolen his first kiss and B) your lips are warm and soft, so he comes to the conclusion that C) he might as well just kiss you again and deal with the consequences later. He might have kissed you all night, until the taste of your last drink (a hard lemonade?) washed away and all that is left is you. Unfortunately, when he finally pulls away to breathe after the second kiss, he can hear the whoops (and groans) from the circle and the illusion is gone. 

Fact #15: you are a good kisser. 

Reality hits him, but luckily he’s just tipsy enough to push it away, pretending that the redness in his face is from the alcohol instead of embarrassment. You hide behind your hands, leaning into his embrace when Jihoon pulls you into his chest. 

“Too much?” He asks in what he hopes is a whisper. 

You shake your head. Before you can say anything else, Soonyoung slaps your leg. 

“Come on,” he says. “Truth or dare.” 

“Truth,” you say, still hiding behind your hands. 

“How long did you have feelings for Jihoon before you did anything?” Vernon asks. 

You peek from behind your hands, shooting a glare at Vernon before turning to Jihoon. “It’s hard to say.” 

“Boo,” Soonyoung says. “Something spicy or you have to take a shot.” 

“Nothing spicy to say,” you say quickly. “But I guess technically it all started this one night, just after graduation. College graduation, I mean.” You meet his eyes. “I still remember thinking ‘he’s going to be a really great man one day.’ And I was right.” 

Jihoon is positive that everyone in the room knows the redness in his face is not from the alcohol but he doesn’t really care. All he can see is you looking at him, and he wonders why he’s never seen you before, why you’ve been by his side for his whole life but never here, like this. 

And then he remembers that you aren’t, not really. 

“They have to take a shot for that, right?” Soonyoung says. 

“Yeah that was boring,” Jeonghan says. 

“Not fair!” You say. “I told the truth!” 

“Should have lied, I guess,” Vernon says with a shrug. He pours the shot and hands it over. You frown at it but knock it back, hiding your face back into Jihoon’s chest as soon as the shot glass is out of your hands. The game continues but Jihoon can only see you. 

“That was disgusting,” you say. 

“Tequila?” 

“Vodka,” you say. He wonders if he’d be able to taste it if he kisses you. The rational part of him thinks both of you don’t need to suffer the flavor but he can’t stop imagining it. 

“Let’s go find some snacks,” you whisper. You glare at Jeonghan and Vernon. “This game isn’t very much fun anymore.” 

“Come on,” he says, jumping up and holding out his hands for you. You take them and pull yourself up, linking your arms and leaning on him the entire way down the stairs instead of using the railing. Jihoon isn’t going to complain anytime soon, even when you reach the last step and continue to lean on him. 

In the kitchen, he finds a bowl of chips that you proceed to snatch off the table and hoard like a dragon with gold, except this gold is high in sodium and perfect for drunk munchies. Jihoon leans against the counter beside you, occasionally offering you a sip of water, content to stay like this as long as you want. 

A few minutes later, Jeonghan appears. 

“Ugh, I thought you two ran away to make out in a bathroom or something,” Jeonghan says. He tries to push some stray hair out of his face but ends up smacking himself in the face with the scissor fingers. Jihoon can’t tell if he’s disappointed or relieved that his prediction was wrong. 

“Gross,” you say. “And also none of your business.” 

“Whatever,” he says. “I’m leaving to go destroy the competition at Chanyeol’s party. Vernon’s watching him, but I think Soonyoung took another shot, so keep him away from the kitchen.” He glances at Jihoon. “It was nice to meet you.” 

“Bye Jeonghan,” you say in a sing-song voice. Jihoon doesn’t think the chips have done much to sober you up. He nods at Jeonghan, who salutes and disappears around the corner. 

“He didn’t try to steal my chips,” you say. “Suspicious.” 

“Does he normally?” 

“Trust no one,” you say, hugging the bowl. “My chips.” 

“Do you think he’s going to win?” 

“I hope so, he didn’t win last year and was really pissy. Or maybe it was because my ex boyfriend showed up and was saying all of this weird stuff and saying that I sleep around and accusing me of cheating.” You pause then cock your head at Jihoon. “Potato chip?” 

He doesn’t want a chip but he opens his mouth anyways and lets you feed him. It’s too salty and falls apart immediately but he smiles at you anyways. Jihoon wonders how anyone could ever say anything cruel about you. 

“You don’t deserve that,” Jihoon says. “I doubt I’m the first person to tell you this, but you aren’t… that.” 

“Yeah I know,” you say softly. “But thank you.” 

“Hey, you never asked what my costume is,” he says because it’s been quiet too long and he hates the sad look in your eyes. 

“That’s because it’s obvious,” you say. “You’re a boring lawyer who’s secretly really funny and nice but hides it behind layers of sarcasm and mean jokes. And a good friend.” You set down the bowl of potato chips. 

Jihoon tries to ignore the way his heart flips at the compliments. Is it too cheesy to say that you see through all of his bluff and bluster and see the real him? 

“Hang on.” You set down the bowl and lean close, eyes narrowing. You’re so close he can see the imperfections on your skin, each individual eyelash. Your breath mixes with his, the strong scent of vodka making his lip curl, but he doesn’t pull away, lost in studying the details of your face. His worst mistake is pausing at your lips. He can see the lipstick, see where it’s faded as the night progressed. He remembers how they felt pressed against his, and can’t help but blush when he realizes the lipstick probably smudged because of him. 

All he has to do is lean forward, just a little, and your lips would be against his again. Would you pull away? Or would you kiss him again, even though no one is watching? 

You raise your hand, resting it on his cheek, your bottom lip protruding as you focus. 

“Stay still,” you mutter, brushing your thumb just beneath his eye. Your touch is gentle, though rather forceful. He doesn’t think it’s on purpose, especially not after you raise your thumb and grin at him. 

“Make a wish!” You say. Your left hand falls on his shoulder to keep yourself steady. Jihoon’s hand falls automatically to your waist, trying to make sure you don’t topple him over. You brandish your thumb at him again. “Come on, make a wish!” 

“On your thumb?” 

“The eyelash, dummy,” you say, rolling your eyes. “Hurry, before it falls off my finger.” 

Jihoon doesn’t believe in superstitions. He never thought much about broken mirrors, and found black cats to be quite friendly. He’s never seen a shooting star, but he had serious doubts about a piece of space rock burning in the atmosphere’s ability to make a wish come true. 

If the cosmic power of a falling meteor isn’t enough to will his words into existence he knows there’s no logical reason to believe that blowing an eyelash will somehow succeed. But you’re waiting for him with that silly smile, the one that makes him forget to be logical and just do whatever it takes to keep you smiling. 

“What should I wish for?” He asks, speaking softly so that he doesn’t accidentally blow it away. 

“You can’t let me choose!” You cry. “Then it won’t come true!” You purse your lips together. “But you should wish for something that makes you happy. You should be happy.” 

I am happy, he thinks, but he doesn’t think drunk-you will believe him if he says it. He doesn’t think sober-you would believe him. But he is. Right now, in this moment, half-hugging you while you wait for him, the bright kitchen lights making everything shine. 

He is happy, when he’s with you, he realizes. Not just tonight, but any time you’re with him and his friends, or when you go on fake dates with him, or when you have lunch together at work. He is happy even when he thinks about you, remembering something funny you said, or when he sees something dumb (usually something Mingyu did), and immediately thinks about telling you. 

It’s you that makes him happy. 

Is that love? 

You’re still looking up at him, eyes wide and expectant, smile fading the longer it takes him. The pounding in his heart is familiar by now, but he wonders for the first time why his heart beats so hard when you’re near. It used to be nerves, but he’s gotten used to your presence, and has begun to even anticipate it. 

Webster’s dictionary defines love (the verb) as “to hold dear” (alternatively “to feel a lover’s passion, devotion, or tenderness for,” “to like or desire actively,” and “to thrive in” but Jihoon thinks the first definition is the most accurate). He looked it up a few weeks ago on a whim but the definition stuck with him. “To hold dear.” But what does that mean? It’s a subjective definition that doesn’t make sense to Jihoon. 

Fact 1: he thinks about you all the time. Fact 2: he’s nervous around you. Fact 3: he wants to kiss you, even when no one is around. And fact 4: when he tries to imagine wishing for his happiness, all he can think about is you. 

So, it’s love. 

Jihoon still has no idea what to wish for, but he blows the eyelash off your finger because it’s been way too long. He tries not to be reluctant when he lets go of your waist, settling for your shoulder pressed against his. He can tell you want to ask what he wished for. You keep peeking at him and wiggling your lips. 

Love. He never thought he could feel like this. It crept up on him before he realized it, drowning him without giving himself the chance to gasp for air. He’s in completely over his head but still, he smiles at you and feels his heart skip a beat every time you smile back. 

So Jihoon thinks what the hell. He follows you around because it’s the only thing he knows how to do, to the living room where a group of people he doesn’t recognize, smiling at jokes he doesn’t fully understand, then laughing when you whisper an explanation to him. He could do this for the rest of his life. 

At some point, he’s shoved beside you on the couch, arm around your shoulders, being told to smile. 

“Say cheese or something!” There’s a flash and Jihoon is blinded for a second. When the light fades away and his vision is restored, he turns to you and his smile doesn’t feel forced anymore. 

He’s vaguely aware of the door opening, a shouted hello. He’s too busy staring at you and studying the details of your face to pay attention to whoever might be coming. Until he hears his name. 

“Jihoon?” Joshua repeats. Jihoon jumps, whipping around. 

Joshua stands in the middle of the room, frozen staring at Jihoon. He looks ridiculous, wearing a white lab coat and scrubs, a scalpel in his off hand. Soonyoung is at his side, somehow not drunk enough to miss the tension between Jihoon and Joshua, frowning between both of them. 

Jihoon can see it all slipping away. Even though your hand is still in his, he can already feel that you’re gone. That’s when he remembers the obvious truth: you were never there to begin with. He was an idiot to ever think he could have it. Any of it. This is what Jihoon’s life is, the illusion of truth that never lasts. 

He looks at you one last time. The black fabric of your costume has gotten rather dusty from sitting on the floor and there’s white feathers stuck to your shoulder from being next to the “angel” in the picture. You’re better at hiding your surprise, still managing to smile, even as you lean against his shoulder and whisper, “And just like that I’m sober.” 

“What are you doing here?” Joshua asks. 

“I should be asking you that,” Jihoon says. 

“Right, you’re dating yn,” Joshua says. “Why aren’t you wearing a costume?” 

“Why are you dressed like a doctor when you dropped out of med school?” 

“Okay, first of all, I’m obviously a coroner, I don’t have a stethoscope,” he says. “Second of all, rude.” 

Joshua takes the cushion on the other side of you, Soonyoung attempting to balance on the arm before giving up and laying on the floor. 

“Like I said,” Soonyoung says. He knocks his leg against Jihoon. “Yn finally found a boyfriend that isn’t deadbeat.” Everything in Jihoon is screaming at him to run but he’s frozen in place while he listens to the end of everything. 

Joshua laughs. “I don’t know about that, Jihoon did take forever to finally admit he has feelings.” 

“Does it matter how it started?” Soonyoung asks, struggling to sit up. “It’s clear they are happy and in love now.” 

“We are right here,” Jihoon says. Unsurprisingly, he’s ignored. 

“You’re right,” Joshua says. “Still, we should throw a party for their first anniversary.” 

“Yes!” Soonyoung cries. “Wait, but we’re already three months late.” 

Jihoon glances at you and you squeeze his hand. He tries to think of something to say, anything to salvage this but looking into your eyes, he knows that it’s over. It’s beyond time for the truth. 

“Joshua,” he says, “I have to tell you something.”

[outlying-hyppocrate]

he stares right into the camera he is staring at her. SHE KNOWS

[gravityglitch-blog]

Of all the social media platforms out there, this is the one where you can shout silly thoughts into the void, right? I hope so.

When working on my drawing of Feral N, especially on his claws, I started thinking about the movie "Edward Scissorhands", and my mind ended up adapting a few scenes.

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N levels up his art skills, graduating from crayon drawings to ice carving. Copper Nine is soon a sculpture garden, each piece a landmark in the blank frozen landscape. As a surprise for Uzi, he makes a winged sculpture of her, but he doesn't give it Solver wings. He gives it angel wings. Because that's how he sees her.

The edgy sarcasm Uzi has always relied upon as her shield lowers the moment she sees it. She laughs with real joy and dances in the snowfall made by N's artwork, because for once the snow is a beautiful thing, not a product of storms or fallout.

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After a battle where Uzi was in danger, N went into full Disassembly Drone mode to protect her. He knows she's more than capable of handling things, but he can't help it.

It's Uzi. He can't have anything hurting her. When it's all over and he starts coming back to himself, he's horrified. He promised that he would never get like this again. Seeing his anguished expression, Uzi rushes into his arms, never mind his claws. She holds him tight.

She is not afraid.

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In a different moment, a different battle further down the line, Uzi wraps him in her arms and whispers the words she's been holding back all this time.

"I love you."

Those words tear through N like a shock wave. How long he's wanted to hear them. And now all he can do is shut his eyes and hold her tighter. Their story is drawing to a close, they can both feel it. Is it foolish to still wish for a happy ending?

[brxkxnhxxrtsclxb]

list of skullectors i’d love to see !!

obviously i’m not going to buy all of them since not all skullectors are to my liking, but it would be really nice to see monster high’s take on all these !!

also making this since it’s rumored we’re getting another beetlejuice set next year due to the new movie which i’m excited about !! the movie that is. i’m kinda bummed we’re getting another beetlejuice skullectors since we already got one but i’m happy for those who wait for the new set :3

oh and if somehow anyone from mattel is lurking here on tumblr, hi !! please take these as suggestions sksk (for everyone else: i know i look and sound crazy but you never know who is lurking >.<)

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Edward Scissorhands and Kim Boggs - Edward Scissorhands

this would be a couple’s two pack. ideally i’d love for edward to be a manster cuz we need more skullector boy dolls but a girl is fine by me too. i don’t mind a genderbent edward, i’d just prefer for him to be him sksk

Emily, Victor and Victoria - Corpse Bride

i’ve seen this is a really popular choice and i really hope we get it someday !! a three pack with all of them would be my ideal but i would also be happy with just emily or a two pack with victor and emily. i do feel bad for excluding victoria, which is why a three pack is ideal imo. and keep victor as a manster please !!

Carrie - Carrie

another popular choice !! i would love to see her with the dress covered in blood. i feel like she’d be so cute ^_^

The Beldam and Coraline - Coraline

i’ve seen this mentioned a lot and tbh i’d prefer just the beldam herself, but i can see it being like the morticia and wednesday skuklsctor two pack. a mother’s day set which would be ironic xD

Michael Myers - Halloween

Ghostface - Scream

Jason Voorhees - Friday the 13th

Freddy Kruger - A Nightmare on Elm Street

Leatherface - The Texas Chainsaw Massacre

grouping all of these together because come on. they’re the classics !! we need them. i’m kinda shocked we haven’t gotten any of them. you think we would’ve since skullectors were based off horror icons but i guess that kinda went out the window the moment they made the nightmare before christmas and the addams family two packs since those are not exactly horror lmao so at this point anything remotely dark goes. if they ever do make them i do feel like all of them would be ghouls and im okay with that :3 mansters would be nice but ghouls are cool too

Billy the Puppet - Saw

also needs no explanation. he’s also a classic and should get one !! we got chucky, tiffany and annabelle, so why not another doll based doll :3

Art the Clown - Terrifier

i know not everyone likes clown but we have pennywise so a genderbent art would be cute !! he’s a new slasher icon so let’s throw him in here too !! i’d love to see monster high’s take on art :3

The Wolfman - The Wolfman

The Phantom and Christine - The Phantom of the Opera

no introduction needed !! universal’s classic monsters !! we obviously need MORE !!!! we have the bride of frankenstein set, dracula and the gill-man. PLEASE MORE CLASSIC MONSTERS !!! i’m sure the wolfman will be genderbent but i sure hope the phantom isn’t. again, we need more mansters !!

Disney Villains - Disney

maleficent, the evil queen, lady tremaine, mother gothel, hades, cruella, THERE ARE SO MANY DISNEY VILLAINS i’d love to see them in the monster high style !! my personal fave being maleficent, i wanna SEE HER !! and yzma !! she has the skinny-skinny body G1 monster high dolls have so she’ll fit right in ^_^

these are all the ones i feel are most likely to happen. they’re the ones i’ve seen mentioned most and i would really love to see all of these happen one day !!

there are other popular choices of course but me personally, i wanna see these :3

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i’m throwing this one in here separately cuz i’ve seen it mentioned a few times and i’m not a huge fan of the show but i wouldn’t mind buying it if it’s cute since i do think these designs are cute :3

Charlie Morningstar and Alastor with pet KeeKee - Hazbin Hotel

i’ve seen hazbin hotel mentioned before for skuklectors and i think they could be cute in monster high style !! also, please keep alastor a manster. i specifically want charlie and alastor cuz they’re the two main characters. charlie is the main one, and alastor is the face of the show and the most popular character. it only makes sense to put him. i’d love for them to have keekee as their pet the way greta has gizmo but it’s fine if they exclude her :3

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okay final section and this is MY MOST DELUSIONAL DESIRES !!!! probably unlikely we’ll get them but a girl can dream >.<

Light Yagami, L Lawliet and Misa Amane - Death Note

i’d LOVE A THREE PACK OF THEM !! PLEASE !! AND PLEASE MANSTERS LIGHT AND L !! we need MORE MANSTERS !! i know it’s unlikely since mattel prefers making ghouls but come on !! and i know light and L don’t wear much but idk it’s monster high. YASSIFY THEIR OUTFITS IF YOU HAVE TO JUST PLS GIVE ME MANSTERS LIGHT AND L. i’ll be okay if it’s a single release misa of course. i’ll still buy her BUT GIMME ALL THREE

Junji Ito Characters

tomie is a very popular choice but i’ll take any junji ito characters !! they’ll fit right in the skullector line :3

Johann Faust VIII and Eliza Faust with pet Frankensteiny - Shaman King

this. THIS IS MY MOST DELUSIONAL DESIRE. i’m not even kidding. shaman king is my favorite manga and it’s my most delusional desire cuz shaman king is SO NICHE. not many people talk about it, let alone know it. but trust me when i say the faust couple would be LIT !! the art style fits right with G1 monster high. we have the mad doctor turned necromancer with his dead ghost wife and their dead skeleton dog. HOW MUCH SPOOKIER CAN IT GET ??!! i think they’re perfect for the skullector line >.< also please keep johann as a manster :3

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okay i’m done yapping now. sorry >.<

[perplexingluciddreams]

I have jumped about watching different things again recently. (While still returning always to the familiar safe things in between).

First "But I'm A Cheerleader!". That was random, but I had already seen most of the film in short clips I found on YouTube years ago. So it didn't feel new even though it is my first time watching in the right order 😆.

Then I went back to rewatching Heathers bootleg for many days. I only manage short chunks of new things, then I have to go back to safe familiar things in between.

I tried to then watch several other shows that I have watched before. But I couldn't keep focus, so I kept only watching 2 minutes of this, 5 minutes of that, and so on and so forth. I tried basically everything (that I could remember exists), but the only thing that soothed my brain to watch is Heathers the Musical bootleg.

But then I randomly saw a meme of Edward Scissorhands. And I found out that the girl in it is played by Winona Ryder! (I never knew - face blindness causes these discoveries to happen often 😂). I watched once before, I think at school? So I put it on and managed to finish it with breaks and rewinding where necessary.

I remembered Winona Ryder exists when I watched Heathers (1989 film). So I want to watch other things she is in!

Then Little Women (1994), also because Winona Ryder. I didn't finish Little Women because I am jumping back and forth, struggle still with attention and focus. New things are so hard.

Then also because of Winona Ryder, I decided to re-attempt Stranger Things.

I struggled the first time I tried. And I am still not sure if I will like it very much. But I am trying. At least I finished the first episode this time! The first time I only managed a few minutes before I gave up. The second time I got to about 15 minutes in, then gave up. Now I am 5 minutes into episode 2 - the furthest I have gotten so far! 👍🏻

When I start a new thing to watch, it makes me very anxious. Partly because new. Partly because it reminds me of all the things I started and didn't finish. I like to finish things - simply for the sake of completion. But I also really really struggle to do that (especially with watching new).

[kidstemplatte]

Hey! How are you? So as halloween is very close I just can't stop thinking how would dad!terzo be with his daughter during halloween time during the years, like since she was a little kid until she is now a teenager. Just some thoughts that were in my mind. Sorry for my english it's not my first language. Have a lovely day or night.

dad! terzo on halloween 🎃 🦇🕸️

hi! i’m doing well, thank you for asking! and there’s no need to apologize, your english is great! thank you so much for the request, here are some dad! terzo halloween headcanons! please enjoy! ❦

-the clergy takes halloween very seriously

-terzo makes sure the entire building is decorated for halloween even if his brothers deem it “unprofessional”

^they secretly love it though m

-they throw a halloween party every year

-of course after violetta is born it’s a little less alcohol-oriented haha that’s for the after party

-the great thing about having a baby is that you can dress them up as whatever you want on halloween and it’s adorable.

-on violetta’s first halloween she was a baby bat🥺🦇 (her nickname)

-and of course everyone thinks it’s the most precious thing EVER. (because it is.)

-when she is old enough to make her own choices, the first thing she wants to be is “papa!” which nearly makes terzo cry.

-so he does her makeup and one of the sisters makes her a custom robe and everything.

-he even lets her be “papa” for the day at the clergy and it’s so cute 😭

-violetta has a little brother🤭 so of course y’all do the addams family one year, it’s perfect.

-terzo takes them trick or treating every year ofc and always reminds them to use their manners

“now, what do we say?”

“grazie!” they say in unison

-every year during the halloween season terzo drives them through different neighborhoods and they rate the houses’ halloween decorations

-terzo doesn’t like jack o lantern carving (he doesn’t like getting his hands dirty😭) but does it every year because it makes the kids laugh because i headcanon this man cannot draw at all so his pumpkins look silly😭

-lets the kids keep the candy they have from trick or treating as long as they don’t tell mom LMAO

-one halloween when she is a little older, she begs terzo to let her watch a scary movie with him on halloween because he watches them late at night all the time and she wants to be like him.

-he warns her over and over again that she will regret it, but alas, he cannot resist his little star.

-she regrets it. 💀

-terzo ends up having to sit by her bed until she falls asleep, reassuring her that there is nobody hiding in the closet or under the bed. and that if there is, he will annihilate them.

-eventually violetta grows to enjoy scary movies and they have a tradition of having a scary movie marathon together every year.

-when violetta is older, in her teens, i can see her doing really cool costumes like a female edward scissorhands or elvira

-violetta likes doing makeup so eventually the tables turn and she ends up doing his makeup for halloween later on as opposed to when he did hers 🥺

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i’m so excited for the halloween season!!! i hope you enjoyed this!! please know if you’ve sent me a request i WILL get to it and i’m working on it atm!

♡, alice

[weepingfoxfury]

The man on the radio is playing Leo Sayer who's singing about Orchard Road. Got today's quiz right ... Edward Scissorhands ... didn't enter but I'll put a virtual star on my virtual star chart. Weatherwise the seaweed is looking less than hopeful ... grey, undecided, brooding if yesterday's thunder rolls are anything to go by. The traffic lady was as chirpy as ever as she reported on vay-hicle problems across the Emerald Isle.

Signor Floyd loped into the kitchen this morning with his usual loud mowling entrance. Once positioned on the table, I popped his food in front of him. He began munching with gusto. Then stopped. Pondered. Began eating again. Stopped. Pondered. Examined one of his back legs. Flexed his foot and furiously licked his toe beans before pulling a face that said 'Ooh! Nasty!' Gave me a filthy look. Got off the table and sat with his back to me and stared hard at a cupboard door.

I hope the cupboard door feels that it's as much his fault as apparently it is mine.

The shiny metropolis awaits ... I'm furiously trying to book myself in for use of 'the umbrella.' Still no raincoat. Or waterproof boots. On the plus side, whilst rummaging for something else, I found an umbrella an old friend lent me some while back. Not that I'll be using it ... it's large and black and with the wind behind it would take me Mary Poppins' style to who knows where ... but I am thinking of painting the wooden handle red ...