#shenanigans!!!

[escapetheslaughter]

I just had a mental image of Rose hiding a Bluetooth speaker in Sunsheer's room and then just blasting this right at the chorus when he gets good and comfortable @librarian-computer

[blmpff]

he gets it

👀👀👀

[banannabethchase]

“The skirt is short on purpose.” eddieseth

Pretty Little Monster

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Eddie's staring at him, mouth slightly agape.

Seth stands up slowly, "You like?"

"It's - skirt."

"Yup." Seth spins, knowing exactly what is visible when he does it. They have an hour or two before they have to be at the Halloween party. He's got time.

"It's short." Eddie rubs at his head, his eyes locked hard on Seth.

"It's short on purpose," Seth says. "Couture and all."

"Couture my ass, Rollins, I know exactly what you're doing here."

Seth flutters his eyelashes and cocks a hip. "What am I doing?"

"This is worse than last year's fuckin' firefighter outfit."

Seth bends over again right in front of Eddie. "Yeah?"

"Christ alive, you're the worst."

"Am I?" Seth asks. He adjusts the nurse outfit to hike the skirt up just a little bit more. "Because I'm pretty sure your eyes are about to drill a hole into me."

"Gonna drill something," Eddie mutters. "Fuck. Fine. Insufferable bitch." He grabs a handful of Seth's ass and spreads his cheeks. Seth fights back a whimper. "Oh, of course you did." He sighs. "Fuckin' skirt."

"Fucking in a skirt," Seth clarified.

Eddie groans. "I cannot fucking believe I'm about to rail you."

Seth sighs as Eddie slides home. "I can!"

[shysheeperz]

[im-a-goat-in-disguise]

As you can clearly see on this graph I am growing at an exponential rate. It's estimated that within a decade 1,635% of the Earth's population will be constantly talking on my posts. Due to this predicted change, all investments are now banned until further notice.

[satelliteinasupernova]

(not at all) six sentence sunday

because sss always motivates me to actually write. (from my eldritch angel/demon Hallmark AU)

Betty was standing on the second level of the stepping stool, attaching the mistletoe to the overhanging garland, when she heard Jughead approach.

“What’s all this going to be?”

“A photo area,” she answered, giving him the barest glance. He was taking a sip from a large travel mug in his hand. Did he ever stop eating? 

Resolutely looking away from him, Betty focused on tying the ribbon around the top side of the garland, but misjudged the height, wobbling slightly on her feet. Before she lost her balance, Jughead was at her side, hand steady on the handrail of the stool.

“Easy there,” he teased softly. Betty bristled at his sudden proximity, warmth passing over her from head to toe. Childishly, she responded to his tone with a stubborn glare. His face was uncomfortably close. He was so tall that even while she was standing on the footstool, he almost reached her shoulders.

He met her look with an amused smile, but his eyes slowly tracked up to the mistletoe she was now holding above their heads.

“Huh,” he said blankly, his expression oddly vacant.

[ryuki23]

HELL YES