#2022 softs

[emo-batboy]

A Wild Battinson (Social Media AU)

Part 45 (Masterlist)

(Part 46)

@bruciemilf it’s been months bestie but it’s tradition

If you follow me on my main, you know I haven’t actually been gone. I’ve just been on a few side quests. I’m also being fought over by two companies rn so that’s fun (and completely stressful, please I’m just a 22yo teenage girl) but we’re BACK for a limited time! Idk I’ve got like at least five parts in my drafts so let’s see what happens.

TOODLES

[sqwirrl]

Officiant: If anyone objects to this wedding, speak now or forever hold your peace

Wednesday: *Death glares at everyone*

Enid: She has a knife

Wednesday: several knives

Enid: She has several knives

Wednesday: and a hand grenade

Enid: Mom please don’t say anything

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

Bound to happen || Billy the Kid x reader

Summary: Billy knew what would happen when burping his newborn child, yet he still insisted on doing it anyways.

Warnings: vomit, breastfeeding? I think that’s abt it.

Wc: 373

A/n: I wrote this for the second time because I accidentally clicked onto a notification from tumblr and it didn’t save 😃

Divider by @pommecita

You sit in the cozy rocking chair, cradling your three-month-old daughter, Kathy, in your arms. The soft glow of the lamp in the corner casts a warm light, creating a serene atmosphere in the room. As Kathy nuzzles against you, finding comfort in her mother’s embrace, you catch a glimpse of your husband, Billy, watching with a curious and intrigued expression.

Billy has always been fascinated by the wonders of the female body, and the act of breastfeeding seems to captivate him. You can see the admiration in his eyes as he observes the gentle bond between you and Kathy. It’s a quiet moment, filled with the subtle sounds of your daughter’s content suckling.

“Ever think ‘bout how incredible it is, what your body can do?” Billy breaks the silence, his voice filled with wonder. You glance over at him, a smile playing on your lips. “Absolutely,” you reply, feeling a sense of pride in the marvels of motherhood.

The fascination in Billy’s eyes deepens as he continues to watch. After a while, he shifts in his chair, a newfound determination on his face. “Mind if I give it a shot?” he asks, a playful glint in his eye. You raise an eyebrow, amused by his curiosity. “Breastfeeding might be a bit challenging for you, dear,” you tease.

Billy chuckles, “Not that, but how about burping? Can I try burping her?” You nod, “Of course you can, Billy” passing him your precious bundle. He carefully takes 3 month old Kathy from your arms as she’s practically swallowed by Billy’s arms.

Billy, now holding Kathy with a mix of uncertainty and excitement, positions her against his shoulder, You watch as Billy gently pats Kathy’s back, slightly rocking her. “This is fun-“ Billy freezes as he feels something drip down his clothes back.

You stifled a laugh as he shuts his eyes, his nose crinkling from the smell. “Jesus,” He groans as you grab a cloth and wipe his back, Kathy’s staring at you over Billy’s shoulder with her blue doe eyes. “Well, that’s a first,” he says, glancing at Kathy, who looks equally surprised by her own actions.

After you finish wiping his back and Kathy’s mouth, Billy readjusts her in his arms. One hand behind Kathy’s head while the other was just under her bottom. Kathy looked up at her father with an innocent expression. “How could I get mad at you, darling?” He sighs, kissing her cheek as she breaks into a smile. You look over Billy’s shoulder just as your daughter smiles, Billy and you aweing over her cuteness.

[lorelaiblair]

Anyone who thought that Enid Sinclair was ‘changed’ or ‘corrupted’ by Wednesday Addams never really knew Enid at all.

Some of her ‘friends’ became quite concerned for Enid when she threatened some wolf boy and nearly blinded him with a handful of claws to the face. They were convinced that Wednesday had been a horrible influence on their sparkly and sweet girl.

A few people even held an intervention, trying to convince Enid that her girlfriend was toxic and abusive.

Enid went home that night and told Wednesday all about it, she couldn’t contain her laughter as she spoke. Wednesday was honestly the one more bothered by it, she was afraid that the others might be onto something.

Enid assured her otherwise, and truthfully, Wednesday knew that the girl was right.

Nobody knew Enid Sinclair in the way that Wednesday Addams did. Nobody saw Enid the way that Wednesday did.

Enid had always been capable of violence.

Wednesday felt flutters in her heart that night when Enid told her of slashing the metal of a school bus when Ajax had stood her up.

Wednesday nearly smiled when she watched the colorful girl manipulate and blackmail a member of the student body for a better spot in the dance group.

Wednesday felt warmth when Enid destroyed their opponents canoe during the poe cup.

Wednesday knew she was in love when Enid beat Tyler bloody.

That love, that Wednesday held for Enid didn’t change her, but encouraged her to be her true self. It proved to Enid that she was worth loving, that the people who really cared about her would stay even if she didn’t hide who she truly was.

Enid was sparkly and sweet, kind and loving, but that wasn’t all she was. It had never been all that she was.

Wednesday Addams did not corrupt Enid Sinclair, she gave her a space to be free and to be adored.

[mockerycrow]

Soft Moments: Price Edition (GN!Reader)

john price masterlist

Summary: Random soft moments I thought of with the 141 (separately) <3 — mostly you taking care of them! This is PRICE’S SOFT MOMENT.

[WARNINGS: tooth-rotting fluff!]

John had stayed up all night to complete reports that were due in the morning; his eyes burned from the lack of sleep, his eyelids felt heavy, and his mouth was dry—which could have been from the cigars he smokes, but he also kept up on his water intake. He steps inside of his home, dropping his duffel bag to the side right next to the mud mat at the front door. John closes the door and locks it, a heavy sigh leaving his lips.

The exhaustion nips at his body bit by bit and he reads the time— 4:32 AM. He cringes, his lips pulling back as he stares into the darkness of his living room, contemplating why he hasn’t left the service yet because he will have to up in about an hour and a half. John unties his shoes and leaves them by the door, although he doesn’t bother to undress too much. He removes his coat and his hat, tossing it somewhere on the couch before he makes his way down the hall to your shared bedroom. John can’t see you, but once his fingers find you, he’s wrapping his arms around you and he falls into a deep slumber near immediately.

He wakes up—not from his alarm, but from you shaking him awake. He groans and fights to peel his eyelids open, and he’s so tired. His limbs feel like they’re being weighed down by anchors, but he manages to sit up and look at you. You look back at him and cup his cheek, pressing a kiss against his forehead. “Good morning, John,” You mumble. “You got home late, huh?” His eyes fall back to being closed and he lets out a quiet “mhm”, feeling your thumb brush against his cheekbone. He opens his eyes when he feels you get off of your shared mattress, and you grab his hand. “Come on, I’ll help you shave today.”

John’s eyebrows raise for a split second in response, and you pull him out of bed. You stifle a laugh at how sluggish he seems—you feel bad because you know why he’s so tired, but your boyfriend who is usually so alert, so loving, is so exhausted—but he’s still loving. You lead him into the bathroom and you have sit on the closed toilet lid, and you rummage around for his shaving cream and razor. John fights every tired bone in his body to stay upright and awake, and he’s successful when he narrows his eyes at you. “Can I have a cuppa?” He utters, his tone lifting to indicate it’s a question. You put the razor and shaving cream on the sink counter and you glance at him, humor lacing your words. “Will you stay awake long enough for me to get it?”

John snorts and nods, which prompts you to swiftly leave the room. You return only a minute or two later with a steaming mug, and nudge a slumped over John with your foot. “Hmm?” He groans, sitting up as quickly as he can. “Liar.” You tease, holding out the mug to him. John hums noncommittally and he takes the mug from you and takes a gracious sip, and then he sets it on the sink counter as you lather your hands with his shaving cream. He lets out a long and slow sigh as you rub the shaving cream in the spots where he needs it, sparing his beloved mutton chops as silently requested. His stubble feels rough under your fingertips, but you ignore the feeling as you massage the cream into his skin.

John lets his eyes fall closed, enjoying the sensation of your fingers on his face, on his jaw, how careful you try to be with him, no matter what. You always try your best to help him out with anything because you know he has a demanding career, and you try to make it a bit easier for him—especially for when he gets home late on days like these. He has the urge to lick his dry lips, but he’s so tired to the point where even moving his tongue feels like the most intense chore he could do. Instead, he melts into your touches, focusing on the way your fingertips brushing against his face gives him goosebumps, how loving your touch is—

“John.” He clears his throat gently and makes a little “hm?” noise like before, and he hears your quiet laugh. “You were falling asleep on me.” You whisper, slowly dragging the razor in a downwards motion, cutting his stubble. “I’m quite tired, love.” John responds, voice groggy and slurry. He hasn’t even bothered to open his eyes and you roll your eyes with a smile on your face, and you press a soft, loving kiss to his temple which he leans into. “I know, John,” You murmur. “I know.”

[loseing]

Born To Die album redesign entitled Lana Watched (2021) by artist Jenna Gribbon exhibited at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art as part of the Interscope Reimagined exhibit

[sapient-golem]

I can smell the fruits of my labor

[genghisthebrain]

sure "wednesday addams is soft for enid sinclair" is a fun trope but have we considered "enid sinclair is hard for wednesday addams" which can either be interpreted as a smut prompt or as a version of enid that falls for wednesday wholeheartedly, knives and all, and falls headfirst into the life of crime that comes with being an addams (and wednesday is all too happy to teach her languages and karate and how to poison a man with kitchen items) and they're robbing a bank and the police are coming and wednesday says "i'm all out of moves, sinclair" and enid says "i'm not" and they lean in and they have their first kiss all lit up in blue light before charging down the policemen and starting a homoerotic car chase which eventually culminates in yet more kissing

what then

[f1-stuff]

July '22 // Following his win in Silverstone

[anderwater]

Heartbreak High (2022) 1.07

[emo-batboy]

A Wild SuperGuy? (Social Media AU)

Part 44 (Masterlist)

(Part 45)

Istg I made this entire chapter in two hours. It's like I was smacked upside the head with the opposite of writer's block. (Also shoutout to the two people in part 43's notes that immediately predicted what this update would be about.)

@bruciemilf how’s it hangin’

Drink water, enjoy the weather, and have a great day :D

[astrophilip]

why does dan sound like he's reciting his tumblr dot com poetry

[sqwirrl]

Enid, with her arms around Wednesday: Why does everyone think we’re a couple?

Wednesday, stroking her hair: I haven’t the slightest clue

[daeyumi]

Weakness and strength 🧿💠💧

[Linktober 2022 Day 15: Weapon]

[lorelaiblair]

Enid: *makes a heart shape with her hands at the addamses*

Gomez: i’ve started doing that to my friends

Wednesday: what?

Gomez: to my comrades and business partners

Pugsley: I watched him call cousin Itt his “bff”

Morticia: and our accountant

Pugsley: he called my principal his “bestie”

Wednesday: what have you done?

Enid: *can’t stop laughing*

Enid: this is the best thing ever!

[sighcomics]

For an eternal moment we gazed into each other, the next we were completely changed.