#she has kicked puppy energy

[frostiecake]

One of my proudest works!

Credit to @bleedingthroughteeth and @rottingxnymph for the overlay and background!

[earthtooz]

x : DON'T GO :*+ﾟ

in which: blade has always felt cold, but even more so without you.

warnings: 1.9k words, HURT/COMFORT with a sprinkle of angst, gn!reader who calls blade 'ren' once, mention of blood, ooc!vulnerable!blade, he's like a kicked puppy in this one

a/n: perhaps the most intimate piece i've wrote to date, this is nothing but pure yearning and longing on blade's behalf, and a nice fix-it fic with the most vulnerable i think blade could ever be. enjoy!!

in his new life, blade has always felt cold.

he is not spared from the constant feeling of goosebumps prickling his skin, not even for a second as the cold bites the tip of his fingers and sink their teeth into him to send shivers up his spine. but he has never felt colder than he does right now. 

your side of the bed is untouched, perfectly made, and devoid of any indication that you had been there. the blankets and mattress are cool to touch, with hardly any wrinkles in the sheets, and an ache declares itself home in blade’s chest.

the sun spills on his bare skin when he kicks the covers off, illuminating his scar-ridden chest as he gazes around the room, as if waiting for an sign that you were still here, and that he wasn’t too late. however, an immediate soreness tickles his throat that causes him to wince, serving as a reminder of the unpleasant discourse you had last night. 

it was hardly over anything of importance, but blade, a man of pride and relentlessness, had refused to back down, and you went to bed angry that night. he did too but woke regretful and cold under the covers, your warmth taken with you.

today was the day you had to leave for a mission, and although he knows you have a strict schedule to follow, he just wonders why you couldn’t have woken him up to say goodbye, especially after everything. 

he didn’t even get to say sorry or try to at least make amends. the swordsman only hopes you didn’t leave furious with him, and that you at least had something to eat before leaving.

to distract himself from the heartache, blade forgoes lying around and decides to start his day before the absence you left overwhelms him and the only thing his mind can do is think about you. 

not that he’s successful, because despite dedicating a monotonous afternoon of drilling sword techniques, the rampant thoughts about you did not decrease. rather, with each swing and sway of the cracked blade, his mind finds more and more to think about, with you at the epicentre of all of them.

it’s sometime around sunset when blade receives update on your status.

the swordsman is sat on a stone ledge, gold rays from the sun spilling on his skin as he waits for the sweat and fatigue to roll off. blade thinks of how you’d normally be seated nearby, watching him train to supply water and energy bars. although he never used to like the company or the doting, it doesn’t feel the same without you beside him, he misses you and wonders when you’ll return. 

“how long have you been here?” a raspy, female voice asks, breaking blade’s train of thoughts.

“since noon,” he responds merely. he doesn’t need to look up to see that it’s kafka talking to him.

“right. makes sense. i thought you’d be lonely since y/n’s gone.”

“need you remind me?” he huffs, voice teetering a threatening gruffness that would make ordinary people shudder, but does nothing to kafka.

“oh, spicy today, aren’t we?” she coos, ignoring the immense pressure radiating off blade effortlessly before taking a seat beside him. “what’s up? is there trouble in paradise?” a scoff comes from the swordsman. “i was only joking, did something really happen between you two?”

“none of your business.” 

kafka shrugs before her phone begins vibrating violently. when she reads the notifications, her face pulls the closest expression to concern that blade has ever seen her wear. 

“y/n got ambushed.”

his world freezes over.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

the sunlight is gentle in blade’s eyes when he wakes up.

clothes are strewn on the floor, bedsheets are half off the bed, ceramics lie in pieces along the cracks of the planks, and despite the mess blade has made of your shared space, he is the most crumpled of them all. a kaleidoscope of volcanic anger, tsunamic worry, and mountainous yearning, the only place that has remained untouched by blade’s destructive touch is your side of the bed, lest your scent disappears. 

it’s been five days since anyone has received a live update from you, only hanging on to tracking notifications of your spaceship as any indication that you were fine. for the duration of it, nothing has been able to calm him, with kafka and silver wolf needing to stun him before he could do anything brash, like running off into the infinite cosmos to find you.

elio’s promises had never felt emptier, his constant claims of how you’d return very soon turning into dust in blade’s ears because how could he hold on to hope when you are alone amongst the stars? 

his texts are left delivered, but never read. in fact, it has been five days since your contact displayed to be online, and he finds himself staring at it in case that the circle will illuminate green, that you’ll give him some sort of update on your liveliness. 

so that you’ll see how sorry he is and all he wants for you is to return home. 

he doesn’t remember when he became so dependent, but perhaps this is another cruel punishment from fate with another inconceivable price of repentance.

for someone as unforgivable and despicable as blade to love means to mutilate the universe with aftershocks that tear through boundaries of what’s possible. for a man like blade to rebel, it means that the consequences will return tenfold.

and there is no crueller damnation than tearing you away from him. 

he turns on his side, arms reaching over to where you would normally lie, and dozes off again, feeling colder than ever.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

blade wakes up a second time. the sun is no longer the thing that awakens him, but rather, the sound of footsteps that echo outside the bedroom. disgruntled and still trying to gather his bearings, he shoots awake at the sound of your door opening.

you stand on the other side.

is this a dream?

“oh,” you breathe. you sound winded, caught off guard by the sight of your lover who stares at you like a bewildered deer. “i’m sorry, i didn’t think you would be here.”

he doesn’t say anything, just merely looks at you, unnervingly unresponsive.

you look miserable. fatigue clings to your skin like a second skin, your eyes lack the brightness they usually have, and you are, evidently, very battered and bruised, blood staining your ruined clothes. 

but you are like sunlight, and blade thinks he can breathe again. 

“i guess i’ll leave,” you murmur, interrupting blade’s momentary assessment.

“don’t.”

turning back around, the swordsman is now slowly stalking towards you, seemingly teleported from the bed to halfway across the room in the blink of an eye. 

“is something wrong?” you ask and he holds back a scoff from the irony of your question. he’s the one that should be asking that, not you. 

but yes, there is something wrong; you left him alone. you went somewhere he couldn’t and then made him feel helpless because he didn’t know whether or not you were going to come back, stranded in the cosmos forever. 

stopping before you, his hands gravitate upwards with the magnetic need to touch you, to ensure that you were real and not some figment of his hazy imagination. blade raises a hesitant hand to sit on the back of your neck and the frostiness of his fingertips causes a shiver to run up your spine. gently, he presses you for a pulse and visibly gulps when he finds it, suffocating you in the tense silence that has occupied the air (you’re real, and you’re okay, delivered back to him in one piece).

then, he looks at you with the saddest expression you have ever seen him wear before engulfing you in his embrace. the stellaron hunter is hesitant with his touch, hovering around you in fear of overstepping, for blade would never forgive himself if he were to scare you off again. 

because you’re finally back where he can reach, and he never wants you to leave. 

“ren?” you pause, gently wrapping your arms around his waist and closing the gap he left, meeting him halfway. the little action floods him with endless relief. “what’s the matter?”

he shakes his head against you and his hold tightens mercilessly, squeezing all air out of your lungs. 

“you had me worried,” he confesses, no louder than a whisper because otherwise he would crack under the weight of his own words. the constant fear that has plagued him for the last few days would finally break him and he’d be in shambles in your arms, making a mess of something gorgeous with something hideous. 

so instead, he will continue simply holding onto you where you are safe. in his arms, you cannot leave, you cannot go places that danger you, and you cannot break his heart and choke him with the emptiness of your presence.

“i’m sorry,” you say, rubbing his back and he tugs you closer. “i didn’t mean to worry you, everything jus-”

“-you left without saying goodbye.”

you’re silent and guilty, but so beautiful. “i thought you didn’t want to see me. we were pretty mean to each other before i left,” you say after a second of contemplation. “i didn’t know where we stood, i wasn’t sure if you still wanted me.”

whatever is left of his heart breaks, crumbling into shambles that ring at your feet. there are a multitude of things that blade wants to say, yet no words come to fruition, to his dismay. he wants to offer you the comfort and promises you want to hear, and he wants to express the overwhelming relief he feels, but he can’t, and he curses his own inability to be heartfelt. 

instead, his grip around you tightens, like you’ll slip away otherwise and have him search for you throughout the cosmos. 

“don’t do any of that again,” he pleads instead, hoping that you’ll understand. “i beg of you.”

“okay,” you breathe. “i won’t.”

“don’t leave like that,” he tugs at your ruined shirt, grasp gentle and careful in fear of scaring you away with the intensity of his emotions that are hanging on by a thread

“i wont.” 

“please don’t go.”

“i’m here, aren’t i?”

blade sighs, nodding. you smile at him and it feels like a warmth powerful enough to drive the cold away. 

“but first, i need a bath,” you murmur, placing your hands on his chest to push him away. “please, keep your distance, i’m pretty sure i reek.”

he doesn’t say anything and clearly doesn’t listen, because instead of letting go, he simply leads you to the bathroom without ever unwrapping his arms. soon, the bath begins to run, and the sound of water streaming down ceramic echoes off the tiles, but the warmth of your laughter and tired words overpower it. blade sits at the edge, nothing but an oversized shadow that watches as you relax in the water, frowning when he catches the frequent bruise or fresh scar. 

afterwards, you both stumble onto the bed (careful to avoid the mess that blade as made, which you scolded him for, and he listened dejectedly before promising to clean it all up), and blade reaches over to your side, chest warming when he finds your figure to tug close. 

you fall asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow. your lover, on the other hand, stays awake for a few moments longer, simply trying to commit you to memory. 

“don’t go,” he repeats, tugging at your shirt as the evenness of your heartbeat lulls him to sleep.

he doesn’t feel cold anymore. 

© EARTHTOOZ 2023, do not steal, translate, repost my fics and do not recommend my fics onto any other site.

[a-hazbin-reader]

Hello! I just found your blog a couple days ago and I love your stuff!! I like that you mark everything as either being romantic or platonic (as an aromantic, I would like to say you are a saint for doing that) , and all the little pictures and memes bring me immense joy

I was wondering if you could do a platonic alastor x reader where reader makes/made a deal with Alastor. Like full on, sold-their-soul-to-him, no-takesies-backsies kind of a deal.

And like, maybe Alastor doesn't care about them that much at first, but they slowly grow on him? And reader doesn't like alastor that much either, but they have the same dark, chaotic energy and they just sorta click eventually. (and maybe some Rosie in there too??)

Omg you're so sweet for this 😭 Some of the platonic ones are my FAVE! Plus, I get that not everyone is looking for romance 🤧

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

Plus a little Rosie X Reader

❌️Romantic

✅️Platonic

TW: Cartoonish antics, little bit of violence, Alastor being Alastor, Reader lost their soul

Description: ☝️⬆️

You didn't think Alastor was serious when he said he wanted your soul, who tf does that??

Alastor, that's who, you dummy

To be fair, you totally thought you were going to win but imagine your shock when chains suddenly appeared on you like a leash

Bullshit bullshit bullshit

He has you working at the hotel with Husk and Niffty but you go out of your way to mess things up for him

If you're gonna be his pet then you're going to be a nightmare pet

Maybe he'll decide you're not worth the trouble and give your soul up?? That's a thing that happens right?

So you do little things to fuck with Alastor, big enough to annoy him but subtle enough to be an accident

He wants you to make him tea? Oops!! You've poured salt instead of sugar and now he's choking down salty tea because he's too proud to admit you pulled one over on him

Not him giving you a death glare from over his cup

"How is it~?"

"Delightful."

He wants you to wash the dishes? Fine but you're going to drop and break his favorite mug and every replacement he gets

You're so clumsy

You have to carry his bags?? Fine then-

No, you know what? Niffty can carry the bags she's much more strong and sturdy than she looks

You're no fun

The point is, if Alastor is going to make your life miserable because he owns your soul, you're going to give it right back

You don't even make the punishments fun for him

He doesn't stop seeing you as his worst deal until your both suddenly faced against the same foe

Some idiot Vox hired to pick a fight with Alastor and for some reason Alastor picked you to handle it

Watching you play with your prey reminded Alastor of himself, giving him a few good chuckles

By the time you were done, your opponent had practically pissed themselves to death, terrified by your maniacal nature

After the fight while you're being patched up, you and Alastor share a few laughs as you retell what happened

And then you two laugh about Vox

And then you two laugh about how your opponent died

Nobody else is laughing you sick fucks

There's a change in your dynamic after that day, the two of you becoming partners in crime

Those pranks and punishments you two used to use on each other? Now you're combining forces to use them on everyone else

Everyone thought things would be better once you two put aside your differences

But this is so much worse

They find excuses to just send you two out of the hotel so they can have some peace and quiet

You just feed off each other's worst energies and keep making each other worse

The only mitigating force for you two is Rosie, she's the only one who can get you two to slow it down

"Alright! Hold it!"

Not the two of you being scolded by her, looking like two little kicked puppies because Rosie won't let you two blow up a shop

But the owner is so sleazy!!!

No, you two can't pretend to be repairmen so you can break into people's homes and destroy their tvs

She won't even let you write fake fan mail to Vox, slowly gaining his trust as his number one fan only to shatter his heart in some devastating and public way

Wtf is wrong with you two

She just knows how best to handle the two of you and doesn't really mind how twisted the two of you get to be

She finds it adorable

You are besties by that point, an unstoppable force that wreaks havoc on anything in your path

Oh and sweet Rosie is there too

Holding the leashes for you two

You almost forget he owns your soul and so does he most days, the two of you seeing each other more and more as equals

Or at the very least, friends 🧡

Maybe you've earned your soul back

Nah, keep it

This was so fun! I really hope you liked it!

[wandagcre]

What about Sam having a hyper energy golden retriever gf??

sam with a hyper golden retriever girlfriend

(gif not mine, credits to who owns them)

OH BOY. you weren't only a sunshine for sam but fueled with an unmatched high energy, you were basically a deadly combination for her

deadly in a way where sam sometimes can't keep up with you BUT tries hard to do so because she absolutely adores how you light up the room! she refuses to make you uncomfortable or ashamed in any way <3

it's like, she's sleepy? but you're still rambling and tugging on her arm? NOT ANYMORE. you can see sam fighting it off and you give a hearty chuckle because she's reaaally close to dozing off she looks so silly you can barely see her pretty brown eyes anymore 🥺

seriously, sam can't remember the last time someone made her smile this MUCH. all of her facial muscles are working overtime whenever she's around you!! it's so infectious it warms her heart ;(

texts between you two are the funniest 😭

sam: Good Morning ☺️❤️

you: OH MY GOD

you: the absolute love of my freaking life.

you: my precious girlfriend. finally you have graced me with your existence. i could not be anymore glad about this thank you, thank you 🥰

sam: We have been dating for 2 years now? And I'm coming to your house later BTW

you: your point????

sam: Ha. I love you, silly goose :,) 💐

[also you: had been bombing her notifs over cute pictures and videos for the past hour and sam will check them religiously and react one by one on her free time, ASAP]

would kill (considers it in literal sense) if someone was responsible for your mood drop in an instant. sam is worried and already beside you to try and comfort you because?? who dares to disrupt your sunshine self?? it's equivalent to kicking a cute puppy for her!

keeps you away from energy or any caffeinated drinks 😭 besides that it was a death sentence given your nature, she'll insist how they're super unhealthy and you're shocked that sam's literally listing all of the cons of it - you're surprised why she is ranting about your kidneys and all? 😭

AND YOUR PUPPY EYES? no, sam will not cave in. (sam totally would) (she will end up doing a deal with you to balance things up)

in return, she'll check on your daily water intake because that's more replenishing for your body

LOVES YOUR BIG GESTURES. the way you talk with your limbs involved and all the sound effects, it's pleasing to her honestly sam has never seen someone look so endearing and highly entertaining of a storyteller as you are

you probably see the goodness in people and tries so hard to understand that and sam admires you so sooo much for that ;( literally, you're her angel

she probably has you saved on her contacts as "(y/n/n) ☀️🥰🐶"

and that trait of yours probably what made sam to be at ease with you. usually she's closed off but even with you knowing the truth about her life, how she had this grim upbringing, you just sat there soaking all the information up with attentive eyes and comforting touch on her hand

sam doesn't expect that it will lead to an eventual romantic relationship between you two or how your soothing presence has made her try her hardest to open up more and more to you!! ;(

and what she likes is that you match your words with actions. whether it's good or bad, she loves the transparency and honesty. it proves that you're not faking anything. sam thinks that's rare to have these days and you being like that? makes her love you so sooo much even more ;((

like literally, it's 3/4 core four + you on the top of her list oh my goddd

sam would be surprised at your bursts of energetic moments especially in public for the first time, sometimes even later on, but embarrassed? never! it's new to her and you're just there beaming and not caring about what others think. she thinks you're the cutest for that!! <333

[rivetgoth]

Black Alternative Music Recs

Not being Black myself, I hesitate to make myself a spokesperson specifically for Black alt artists as I don’t want to be tokenizing or reductive and I’d rather, like, uplift the voices of Black alt people than just make my own lists, BUT, I keep seeing people in the comments of recent posts about Death Grips asking for recs for more Black alternative artists, and I do know a good amount, so as a really basic list I wanted to throw out a few artists I really like—

Light Asylum: Darkwave. Really incredible vocalist, and openly queer. “Dark Allies” is a huge goth club hit but all of her work is great. I’ve seen her live twice and her live concerts are incredible too. One of the bigger Black goth artists.

Ho99o9: Punk/Industrial Hip Hop. Another big one, they’re pretty well known at this point but if you DON’T know them you should. Huuuge variety in sound here, all of it is so fun and solid, absolutely amazing energy.

clipping.: Industrial/Experimental Hip Hop. Really fun and catchy, great lyrics, great mixing, great experimental electronic sound.

Void Palace: Industrial/EBM. Local LA-based act with an amazing industrial dance club sound and vibe. Seen them live and they bring such cool but crazy energy. Really really solid.

O. Children: Darkwave/Post Punk. Really classic gothic sound, amazing vocals, really underrated, theatrical, fun, and moody gothic rock.

Izzy Spears: Industrial/Experimental Hip Hop. Openly gay alternative hip hop artist with a heavy and super danceable beat. I saw him live and he sounded great and had awesome punky energy.

LUSTSICKPUPPY: Punk/Electro-Industrial. Has almost a hyperpop sound sometimes, super high BPM high energy danceable electronic music with a really crazy theatrical style to their performances (kicking myself for missing them last year!). ETA: LSP uses they/them pronouns, corrected now but apologies for missing that irt any older iterations of this post floating around.

Baby Storme: Darkwave/Ethereal Pop. I think she got a bit of popularity on TikTok recently? I don’t use TikTok so idk, but she’s great. Really well mixed, fun, super solid dreamy darkwave with a dancey pop sound intermixed.

Grizz: Darkwave Hip Hop. I JUST discovered this artist, he’s another LA local who just put out a new single that’s getting some attention and he’s really good. Super cool goth fusion sound with really great classic darkwave electronic backing. Check him out!

Cold Gawd: Shoegaze/Post-Hardcore. Iconically sells merch that says “ABOLISH WHITE SHOEGAZE.” Absolute powerhouse of sound; I saw them live and their music sounded torrential, like this intense, powerful storm.

Debby Friday: Dark Electronic/Experimental Hip Hop. Really really haunting and dreamy gothic sound. Collaborates with artists like Boy Harsher. Superbly mixed. Lots of variety in sound but very consistently strong.

Dre Robinson: Industrial/Experimental Electronic. Longtime cEvin Key/Skinny Puppy collaborator. He was on stage with Skuppy during the recent live tour, doing sound and playing the maggot maracas (iykyk). He’s also been involved in a ton of cEvin’s solo work and accompanies him on stage for his live solo shows.

Charles Levi: Industrial/Industrial Rock. Wax Trax!/90s industrial icon, did work for My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult and Pigface. He’s recently had a bunch of serious health problems and has a GoFundMe up of you’d like to donate. He contributed to so much classic industrial rock, it’s crazy.

There’s a billion more. These are just some artists I genuinely really like personally who are Black, and I think all of them deserve a ton of support and recognition as contributors to the alternative scene. There’s so many amazing Black-fronted alternative bands and projects, and I’m just scratching the surface with artists I know and enjoy, Also considered listing some larger names like Yves Tumor and Tricky, but I feel they’re slightly more well known in the mainstream with ~1mil+ listeners on Spotify and I wanted to highlight some slightly more underground voices (to varying degrees—obviously some artists here are more well known than others).

Check them out!! Support Black alternative music!

[catiuskaa]

clingy denials —bf!seungmin thoughts.

A/N: the bf!thoughts series is finished! I’m so happy I could finish it. I had so much fun coming up with these lil scenarios. Feel free to check them all out, they’re all linked in my masterlist!

(because i won’t ever recover from cover me. [simping])

suggestive/horny ending, [still absolute fluff].

seungmin, who sits with you on the sofa in the comfort of your shared appartment, covered from the snow and cold outside.

seungmin, who is mindlessly scrolling down his phone, but still paying enough attention to notice that you have finished your hot chocolate.

seungmin, who takes both his and your mug and leaves them on the small table next to the sofa, then ushers you to lay your head on his lap.

seungmin, who is back at his phone as you read one of your newly Christmas-acquired book.

seungmin, who is unable to focus when you giggle and kick your legs softly, squirming with a goofy smile.

seungmin, who lowers his phone, staring at you. “What’s got you all smiley?” He grins, his heart tugging fluffily in his chest.

seungmin, who pretends not to listen, halfly still looking to his phone, which you can’t see, but it’s turned off. “This book uses so many cliches, but it’s so good!” You laugh again, childishly, and he blushes softly at your happiness.

seungmin, who can’t help the sheepish smile on his face as he keeps passing his slender fingers through your hair. “What’s the catch?” he asks, and as stated before, failing to play his part of ‘uninterested bystander number 4’.

seungmin, who can’t deny you his attention when your eyes shine when you look at him, glistening, soft-coloured irises telling a million stories that he’d listen to, any day you’d like.

seungmin, who now listens closely. “He got injured and is in the hospital, and normally he has this black cat energy, but he’s being so clingy when she visits…! It’s so cute.” You giggle, and he snorts.

seungmin, who raises his brows when you do the same. “You’re one to talk.” You snort back, teasingly, and he pouted unconciously.

seungmin, who huffs. “Me? I am not clingy, you are.” He sticks his tongue out at you, snarkily, and you take his cheeks in your hand, playing with his face, your book laying open against your chest.

seungmin, who blushes. “Hello, I’m clingy puppy seungmin, and I am a liar.” You mock him in a high-pitched tone that sounds nothing like the man you love, yet you cackle loudly as he brushes your hands off.

seungmin, who puts his phone back in his pocket. “Whatever.” He’s joking, and you know it because he’s still flustered and all red and cute. “Jeongin texted. Some of the boys are going shopping for the Three Kings Day. We can go and then grab some drinks after.”

seungmin, who you know is offering you to leave and letting you choose, but your chest warms because you know if you didn’t want to go, he’d stay with you.

seungmin, who smiles at your nod, and quickly goes to take your and his coat, like a little puppy waiting for his late walk.

seungmin, who finds himself staring at you while you put your earings on, eyes soft as you look at your reflection in the mirror, lips slightly parted in concentration.

seungmin, who blushes when you apply lip balm before going outside. “Can I?” He asks, and you smile, handing it to him.

seungmin, who clearly isn’t clingy, yet he only uses lip balm right after you do, and still claims not to know what an indirect kiss is.

seungmin, who, isn’t clingy at all, but as you both walk down the street to meet the guys, he shoves the hand closest to you into your pocket. “What?” His fake deadpan would be perfect if he wasn’t blushing. “Your jacket is thicker than mine. Warms up sooner.”

seungmin, who can’t even try to lie, because his hand engulfes yours in your pocket, fingers interlinked, his cold hands in contrast to yours, always a bit warmer.

seungmin, who follows you, Jeongin and Felix after meeting the boys, not really interested in the clothes inside the cozy shops you browsed in, but tags along still.

seungmin, who just shrugs at any suggestion the boys try to make regarding what clothes he could like. “Why did you even come with us, hyung?” The younger one teases. Felix snickers, elbowing you cheekily.

seungmin, who blushes, ignoring the question. A while after, he follows you to the dressing rooms, and you start to hang your clothes inside, noticing him in the reflection of the big mirrors. “You can wait outside.”

seungmin, who just doesn’t want to wait outside, but it’s not because he’s clingy. Definetely not.

seungmin, who is pouting unconciously, trying to come up with an excuse. “Um. The sofa outside is full of people.” He starts. You’re sneakily waiting for him, almost a menace you are, considering the poor flustered boy just wants to be with you. But it’s ok. He’s as much a menace as you.

seungmin, who relaxes when his awkward excuse of, well, an excuse, actually ‘works’. He steps inside, only because you took a small bit of pity in him (a.k.a., you want to be with him too.)

seungmin, who expresses his love and want for you in soft, secret glances and lingering touches, struggling to keep his hands to himself as you try out the clothes, snickering to yourself.

seungmin, who’s almost sulking in the side of the dresser. “What’s wrong, puppy?” You’re trying out a party dress that’s more bold than usual, and when you bend down and stroke his cheek, he’s a weak mess.

seungmin, who sighs, so flustered. “…n-nothing.” He’s blushing so much it’s almost like how it was before you started dating,

seungmin, who takes his hands to your cheeks and prompts you forward, messily ending sitting on his lap as he kisses you.

seungmin, who bites your lip. “Fuck.” He whispers, and you have to hold back a shiver. “Fuck— yeah, I’m clingy. I’m a motherfucking sea limpet if you want to call me that. You’re stuck with me.” He breathes heavily.

seungmin, whose hands roam all over your body. “You’ve been wanting to do that all day, huh?” You pant teasingly, your forehead on his as his hands press you tighter against his body.

seungmin, who smirks, kissing all over your face and neck. “You bet I was.” He snickers, sending chills through your skin. “Get dressed. We’re leaving.

seungmin, who kisses you again when he sees your slightly confused face. “I still haven’t done what I’ve been thinking for the night.”

~kats, spontaniously combusting bc oh god i never planned for this to end this horny YET OMFG I LOVE IT qjifbwkfnsknfks

[pstelwitchcraft]

My personal takes for each of the Nevermore characters

Lenore Vandernacht

Gets bitches

Mad Dad Energy

So Gender she made you fluid

If adhd was a Poe themed lesbian

Would prob swindle people out of a LOT of money as a banker or smth with her charm alone

but her real vocation is as Annabel's trophy wife

Too much rizz for her own good

Number #1 the most loyal and protective ever, will murder and pillage and die for the ones she loves

Literally Died and still can't take a hint that her WIFE might like her back

Looks iron deficient, really isn't

Annabel Lee Whitlock

Actually has no idea wtf she's doing

Possessive Bitch to an extreme (would prob sow herself to the ends of Lenore's gay little victorian blazer if she could)

If anxiety/depression was a person AND a villain origin story

Untrustworthy but in a Sexy Way

Doesn't know how to Humanly Interact

Would make a BANGER of a politician or lawyer (still deciding if for good or evil 🤔)

Genuinely Absolutely needs professional help but fuck it we ball

Is taking this whole thing somehow more and less seriously than everybody else

Craves and Yearns and Aches to be cared for and loved but will admit it over her cold thrice-dead body

Doesn't look iron deficient, totally is

Duke

There's a 50/50 chance he's not actually French and just fucking with everybody

Can't grow a beard

The real reason he doesn't like Annabel is that he absolutely despises the British

Illusionist by trade, jackass by passion

Loves cheese to an ungodly degree

Ada

Worries everybody around her

Literally Died and still on her bullshit

Can't spot a red flag to save her life (ironic bc it's prob how she died)

Will Not Stop Talking

Pluto

Teddy Bear in spirit/cat in body/Tortoise at heart

Has either all the chill or never had a chill ever

Needs a booster seat to eat at restaurants

Hates dogs

Cannot survive without his friends

Really selective eater

Morella

Can be swiftly and effectively peer-pressured into anything

Got mad once. Still feels bad about it

Feels actual, physical pain at the idea of not being liked

Asks people if they have pets before asking for their name

Consumes a preposterous ammount of sugar

Eulalie

Will sage u if ur vibes aren't right

Got kicked out of a paranormal investigation team for asking the ghosts weird questions

Actually the only one who prob knows what's up

But has decided to just let it play out for funsies

Has correctly diagnosed everyone behind their backs

Berenice

#cuntsagainstthepatriarchy

Misses alcohol the most since her death

Will bite men for looking in her direction 😌

Always there to defend a fellow woman tho

Has the vibes of a pinball machine

Actually genuinely a caring and loving person

Prospero

Done with everybody's bullshit

Superiority complex to an EXTREME

His whole closet is organized by color, season and year of making

Just trying to get through one fucking book this whole time

Has incorrectly diagnosed everyone behind their backs

Held a puppy once. Didn't like it

[ugotcooneycrossed]

also i know you’re on a kyra kick rn - so just for you, 17 for kcc?

Standing still as your lover rubs smudged lipstick/lipstick stains off of your skin, catching them off guard by pressing a kiss against their fingertip.

a/n: YES YES THANK YOU I LOVE YOU

after the quarter final win against france- charli drags you both off to party. well, she complains for a solid half hour, while you both try to get ready to go back to base camp, following after you both like a kicked puppy until you agreed.

you don't know how she has energy- but then again its charli, and she has a seemingly never ending supply of energy.

you just played more than 120 minutes, and then endured the longest penalty shootout ever.

and now you find yourself tiredly slumped over in some booth, of some place, way past a reasonable hour.

the music has long faded into the background, and charli has disappeared into the dance floor some time ago now.

your girlfriend not long after her to keep an eye on the blonde.

just as you rest your head in your arms atop the table- a hand rubs your back softly, and your head lulls to the side to smile softly at kyra.

"hey there, my pretty baby."

she blushes a little, nose crinkling at your nickname for her, and she slaps your back softly.

"shush- anyway, we can head home if you want? i know your super tired."

"mmh, what about charli?"

"gone off somewhere with ellie."

"okay."

you yawn and let kyra drag you up to your feet- the other girl tries to get her hand back from your grip but you hug it tighter to you chest.

your feet start to drag as you walk back and kyra, ever the sweetheart, offers you a piggy back.

-

you almost fall asleep on her back- so content and warm resting there, that you dont even realise your back, until she dumps you on top of the bed.

one still made up nicely, while the other has sheets and pillows thrown about.

"hey, look at me quickly."

your head whips to the sound of her voice and you almost jump in surprise, when her hand holds your chin softly.

she drags a makeup wipe across your eyes and lips, and you relax at the cold feeling.

"dont fall asleep just yet."

she warns and you nod your head.

she stops wiping your face and instead plops herself down in your lap- your arms instinctively wrap around her and you smile at her tiredly.

you feel her thumb start to rub at, what you guess is a lipstick stain, and you cheekily press forward to press a kiss to her thumb.

"cheeky."

she comments with a smile.

your arms tighten around her and you manage to drag both of you to the head if the bed, and under the covers.

"goodnight darling."

"goodnight pretty girl."

[jupitercomet]

I Close My Eyes and All I See Is You and the Small Things You Do

summary - “At ease, soldier.” The playful teasing vibrated against the vertebrae of his spine.

Bradley relaxed at the command — almost dutifully, almost like a soldier — turning in your embrace so that he could face you. You’re smiling at him, eyes bright, an apron tied loosely around your waist. He played with the bow at your back as you kissed him softly.

“I missed you, bear.”

or

Bradley Bradshaw comes home.

warnings - mentions of Bradley’s past, very philosophical feelings idk

word count - 2.2k

this is inspired by the painting “homecoming” by Hans Adolf Buhler (first image) so yeah, enjoy!

Bradley Bradshaw was tired.

His lashes lingered on his cheeks as he blinked. Words turned to hums and grunts, the communication towers of his mind operating on dead batteries. His feet dragged as he walked, his shoulders pressed to the ground by some invisible weight. He felt weary — heavy. Like every part of him, from the tips of his fingers to the arches of his feet sinking into the ground, just wanted to rest. 

“You stoppin’ by the Hard Deck tonight, Rooster?”

And, logically, Bradley knows he should. He should stop by and look over Payback’s shoulder as he swipes through photos of his new puppy with loving anecdotes for each one. “This was Belle’s first time at the beach. For something with such little legs, she plays fetch in the ocean like a champ.” He knows he should be there to ruffle Phoenix's hair as the strands get looser and looser in the regulation bun at the base of her neck, and narrowly miss the elbow to the stomach she’d send him as retaliation. He should be there when Bob comes from the bathroom bright red because he accidentally walked in on a couple hooking up, or when Coyote gets tipsy enough he forgets the only drink he tolerates the taste of is beer, or when Penny kicks out said couple hooking up with a shake of her bar towel and an exasperated sigh.

Bradley knew that he should be there for all those things. But he was tired.

“Are we looking at the same Rooster?” He didn’t even have the energy to be surprised that it was Hangman coming to his defense. “No, let him get home to the missus before one of us has to drag his ass there.”

There was a teasing lilt in his voice, a sense of superiority present that he could survive the day that Bradley couldn’t. That, while Hangman was tired, he wasn’t heavy, he wasn’t collapsing in on himself like a hollow shell. But there was also a sense of knowing, a brief flicker of his eyes on Bradley’s frame that seemed to read him. A semblance of worry that was rare for the blond.

“I probably should. I think she’s been waiting for me to get home since I left this morning.” Bradley wet his lips slowly. 

Fanboy clapped his shoulder, nodding in understanding. “Get some rest, Rooster.”

Throwing his duffel bag over his shoulder, Bradley left the men with a tired wave of his hand, pushing through the locker room door and letting out a sigh.

Like clockwork, he walked down the hall — ignoring the elevator to his left because the doors took too long to close and some of the buttons always got stuck — and turned right. He walked down the 37 steps to the ground floor, sending Mrs. Deloris a polite smile from where she sat at the front desk. She was an older woman that smelled like daisies with pink acrylic nails that made satisfying noises when she typed on her keyboard and always called him sweet names like “sugar” and “pumpkin”. 

“Goodbye, sugar. You drive safe now.”

He exited the building, reaching into his flight suit pocket for his car fob but stilling his arm when he found it, keeping his hand enveloped in Nomex as he stepped onto the asphalt. Bradley walked past the first row of cars and then the second before pulling out his key when he could see his Bronco waiting for him in the third row of the parking lot. He unlocked it, then pressed on the button to unlock it again, before opening the driver’s side door.

The seat belt clicked, the engine started, the radio began quietly playing 98.3 FM. He rested his head against the steering wheel, keeping his hands at 3 and 9 and squeezing until his knuckles turned white. Bradley swallowed. His eyes moved to the empty passenger seat. The smudge of foundation on the sun visor, the occasional strands of hair on the seat covers. He took a breath. And then another. And then a third for good measure.

The radio cut to commercials. Bradley pulled out of the parking lot.

Bradley never regretted becoming a pilot. He never imagined being anything else. Not a doctor, lawyer, or veterinarian. Not even a superhero, like a lot of his friends in kindergarten. Bradley had always known he wanted to be in the sky. And Carol’s face would fall — slightly, microscopically — just enough that it would leave a funny taste in Bradley’s mouth, like the brussels sprouts Mav always snuck onto his plate, but not enough that he would understand why. Why the thought of him racing birds and holding clouds in his hands seemed to pain her.

But then he became Lieutenant Bradshaw. Then he was a soldier. With a solid chest and a voice that didn’t waver. A head secured on his shoulders, a collected demeanor that never faltered. Lieutenant Bradshaw was many things, weak was not one of them.

He understood his mother’s reluctance now — felt it even. Because he was not Lieutenant Bradshaw, he couldn’t be, not all the time anyway. But he knew the importance of him, how much he mattered. It was Lieutenant Bradshaw that had made him want to be a pilot in the first place. Goose. Not Nick. Not dad. Goose.

Sometimes Bradley felt that he’d displaced so much of himself to make room for Lieutenant Bradshaw that there was nothing left of him now. That there would be nothing once the war was finally over, once there was nothing left to fight for.

His shoulders still felt heavy as he toed off his combat boots at the front door. The laces were coarse and fraying, catching on various debris from the ground. Bradley knew he should replace them, at the very least burn the ends back together. But that requires energy that he currently didn’t possess.

A pair of arms wrapped around him suddenly, a warmth pressed to his back, and Bradley tensed in surprise.

“At ease, soldier.” The playful teasing vibrated against the vertebrae of his spine.

Bradley relaxed at the command — almost dutifully, almost like a soldier — turning in your embrace so that he could face you. You’re smiling at him, eyes bright, an apron tied loosely around your waist. He played with the bow at your back as you kissed him softly.

“I missed you, bear.”

Bradley hmmed in agreement, the weight on his shoulders lessening slightly. He wants to echo the sentiment, he wants to tell you that he missed you so much it felt like he couldn’t breathe without you. That he thinks of you when he sees small flowers growing in pavement cracks or sun rays filtering through the clouds. But he’s so tired.

“I ran you a bath,” you’re whispering against his lips, fingers scratching at the nape of his neck as though brushing off the residual tension. You pressed a kiss to the scar under his Adam’s apple. “I may have put too many bubbles in it, though.”

You leave him then, to finish up dinner and set the table, and Bradley trudged up the stairs to the bathroom. As promised, wisps of lavender and oat filled his nose, light gleaming against the bubbles filling the tub. The air was warm, comforting, as he peeled off the layers of his clothing, discarding them in a pile at his feet.

The water soothed his ankle bones as he stepped into the tub, a tired sigh pulled from his lips as he sunk further into the hot water. Somehow, though you prefer to shower in nothing colder than scalding water, you always know the exact temperature to comfort Bradley. It relaxed him to think of you, kneeling over the tub as you check its warmth again and again before methodically dropping in essential oils and epsom salts. The scent of lavender continued to fill his nose.

Bradley’s eyes fluttered closed. He can feel himself slipping, the only thing grounding him to reality being the suffocating feeling of his dog tags against his sternum. He almost wants to take them off, throw them on the crumpled pile of his flight suit. But he doesn’t want to know who he’d be without them.

Lieutenant Bradshaw. Bradshaw. Rooster.

“Bear?” There’s a soft knock on the door. Bradley’s eyes open slowly as you stepped into the bathroom. 

One look at him and you seem to know what he needs, wordlessly moving a stool by the side of the ceramic tub. You reached over him to grab the shampoo and conditioner from the shower caddy, setting them down on the floor beside you before filling a cup Bradley hadn’t realized you were holding with bath water.

“Let me wash your hair, honey.”

You held his curls back with one hand, blocking water from getting into his eyes as you poured warm water over his head. Bradley sighed in relief, his head lulling to rest against your thigh as you massaged shampoo into his hair. He knows he’s probably wetting you with shampoo suds, but you don’t seem to mind, saying nothing about it as you rinse him with more water.

You call him soft, sweet names, seeping in love and whispered like a prayer. You card your fingers through his hair and allow him to slouch and sag. In your arms Bradley is small, unsure, weak. You praise him like he’s poetry. 

Bradley’s eyes squeezed as he rests against you, but even that can’t stop the tears pooling in his waterline, the slight tremors of his shoulders as he tries to hold back the dam.

“I know, baby,” tears rolled down his cheeks like the water you worked through his hair, your lips moving down to press gentle kisses to his temple. “I know you’re tired.”

His lips moved against your skin, the words “So tired” croaked into your knee. Another kiss is pressed to his forehead and you wipe the tears tenderly from his cheeks. In this lavender soaked water, he isn’t Lieutenant Bradshaw, he’s just Bradley. He is terms of endearment dripping in honey and soft giggles exclaimed when he says something funny. He is his own ecosystem of bright sunlight and bubbling creeks, so full of life outside of lieutenant, pilot, soldier. Most importantly, he is yours.

Your fingers dipped into the bath and you brush back his curls again.

“Do you want to get out? It’s getting cold.”

He nodded against you, your soft skin soothing his cheek. If he could, Bradley would stay in this moment forever. Encapsulated in your warmth as you hold him like you know he’s capable of breaking. As you never allow him to cling to you because you’re resolute in your certainty that he has no need to — you’ll be there as long as he’ll have you.

Forever. That was the word that came to Bradley’s mind. He’ll have you forever. And even after that, if possible.

He followed you to the bedroom silently, the clothes you’d run for him quickly in the dryer laid out folded neatly on the bed. Bradley wanted to kiss you then, let out some loud declaration, assure that what you did for him was loved and appreciated. But exhaustion was tugging at his fingertips, pulling and prodding at him as he quietly changed. 

He wanted to ask you if you’d prefer a gold or silver band around your ring finger — he already had a feeling, he just wanted to be sure — but instead he found himself asking a broken, “What about dinner?”

You shook your head from where you were laying on the bed, opening the covers and holding out your arms for him. Bradley collapsed on top of you, relishing the way you wrapped your arms around him, rubbing his tired back, massaging his weary neck. 

“We’ll eat later,” you murmured into his damp curls.

Bradley tried to shuffle upwards, tried to insist that you both enjoy the meal you’d spent the day making, but you weren’t having it. Your fingers slid into his hair, soothing his scalp and you huffed a quiet “Always so stubborn, bear” as his blinks slow and his body melted into your again.

“Sleep, honey,” you urge him again quietly and Bradley feels warm as you wrapped the blanket tighter around him. “It’ll be here when you wake up.” I’ll be here when you wake up.

Like a promise, it went unsaid. An assurance that Bradley gripped to like a security blanket as he fought off sleep just a little longer. 

“Promise?” So unlike a soldier, Bradley begs timidly, no longer a pillar of strength, no longer a solid force. Just a man. A tired, weary man. 

Your fingers brushed his cheeks, traveling down to stroke his cupid’s bow beneath the trimmed hairs of his mustache. “I promise.”

He closed his eyes, letting out a shaky breath as you trace his brows, his nose, his lips. He sunk into your weight, letting the feeling of you surround him as he finally feels light again. You hummed something quietly, a song solely familiar in its sound, flickering in the part of his brain only accessible in sleep or memory. I promise.

And, finally, Bradley Bradshaw rests.

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[theysaidhush]

okay okay. so.

I cannot for the LIFE of me, get the idea of perv!Han going absolutely feral all because you are wearing his hoodie out of my head. like, it's nothing special in your eyes-- you were just cold and wanted to feel the comfort of your boyfriend near you. however, when he came home that night, the stress from practice quickly left him and he now had a new problem to deal with. he would nearly combust when you told him you got your nails done that day-- stiletto nails so you could leave scratches all over his back to show off to his bandmates.

have a good day/night 🤭

You + Jisung's hoodie + Stiletto nails = Jisung going nuts

Okay let me put that nice and clear for everyone, Jisung is a hoodie enthusiast and you can't tell me otherwise. Plus, he looks cute comfy and pretty in it, it's a win win.

Finally answered your ask @lieslovefantasy !!!! Thank you for putting up with me, made it extra long just for you wink wink Hope you'll like it because I'm quite proud of it... Not proofread !!

You love Jisung's hoodie. Like, really love it. But at first it felt weird to ask him to lend it to you. You were not confident - in you or in your relationship, the thing is you never asked him. How do you expect Jisung to know ! He was living his life, wearing his hoodie and going to the studio every night, hoping to come back before midnight.

But one particular night, when he came back from the studio, he just realized how cold it was inside your apartment. Winter was knocking and cold was biting. He did not think twice about it, thinking that you just wanted to save energy and was wrapped in two or three blankets.

And you were. Sitting on the couch, hugging a bit of the blanket while watching your favorite show on tv. You were pretty, as usual, and Jisung, once again, was hit with the fact that you were his girlfriend. His girlfriend who did her best to stay awake at one in the morning in order to have a goodnight kiss. His girlfriend who cooked him dinner and put his plate and a plate cover on top of it near the microwave. His girlfriend whose beaming smile light up the room when she sees him standing near the door, kicking his shoes and throwing his backpack somewhere near the cupboard.

And when he thought it couldn't be more perfect, that you were just enough and much more, all he needed and wanted for the rest of his life, you proved him wrong. You were so much more perfect than he thought, leaving the warmth of your blanket and wrapping him in a hug, his hoodie riding up when doing so. His hoodie. Around your frame. Wrapping you, making you look so cuddly, so cute, so tiny. So fuckable. But you were a stranger to the thoughts that were raging inside his head, thoughts of making you gag on his dick while massaging your scalp, seeing those oversized sleeve wrap around his dick, small fingers peking from inside the fabric. But he has to kiss you properly and ask you about your day before fucking you dumb. He was a good needy boyfriend who knew how to keep it in his pants when needed.

Although the way he made you sit on his laps while eating was a tell tale sign that he wasn't. If you noticed his hard on you did not say anything about it and let him eat while telling him about your day. And that's when he noticed - even if you had to tell him for him to notice. Your long and sharp nails, clicking on your phone every time you were showing him a picture of the nails you wanted to do but that you did not. And he was a goner. You told him about the cute puppy that you met, the texts that you exchanged with your friend, how nice a customer was at work, how you wanted to destroy the world then become president. He did not care. Or did not hear, as a matter of fact. He was too focus on you nails, eyes never leaving your hands, obsessed with the way your fingers and nails were the only things that could be seen before his sleeves. And his mind was running wild, fantasizes adapting to this new information. Thinking about how your stiletto nails - that's how you called it - would graze the tip of his dick, stroking and teasing his urinary meatus, running along the veins of his shaft and playing with his balls. If you weren't sure about it before, now you were sure that he was hard, excited, horny.

And he actually tried to let you know that he was horny, while trying to be polite about it too. Like, back hugging you while you're doing the dishes and - scratch that, he wasn't polite about it - groping, squeezing your tits as you're telling him to stop and let you finish. But Han Jisung isn't the strongest soldier when you're dressed in his hoodie with those nails. He can't help himself but ride up the hoodie until he can see the curve of your ass, smacking it while grinning at the shy giggle that escape your mouth.

And then, he couldn't help himself but slides his hand up your thighs, towards your already dripping core, while you're both cuddling on the couch, your back against his torso. He just likes how you whimper and protest, scratching his forearms in a feeble attempt to at least finish your drama. But Jisung is nice, so he'll wait. With his hand down you pantie, fingers working magic in your cunt, thumb playing with your bead. Can you blame him ? You're sitting here, pretty for him, eager to be fuck once your show is done. And when it's done ? Oh god, better be prepared for the way he's about to pound his dick into your wet and slippery cunt, nibbling at your neck as his hand is turning your head towards his so he can kiss you feverishly, while the other one is pressed flat on your stomach so you can feel him hit harder and deeper, hitting it from behind as you're both to lazy to get up from the couch. And he don't give a fuck about those reddish marks that appears on his skin, do not care if it looks like he has been scratched by a cat, because you are the cutest kitten, looking so tiny in his hoodie, skin glistening because you're feeling hot, and at the second orgasm he swears he can feel electricity running through his veins. It does not help one bit.

Jisung might have cum thrice, suffering from hypersensitivity, but still turned you around to fuck you properly, just so you can leave scratches on his back. He likes the feeling of your nails gripping at his skin, likes the pain it brings to him, likes how with that, he can feel every bit of you, of your tight and warm walls sucking him dry as he's shooting loads after loads of his warm cum in your pussy. But then he has to go for another round, because that picture of his cum on his hoodie, you wrapped in it with teary eyes and red cheeks is not a want, it's a need.

[flyinghassassin]

Do you love her more than me?

Summary: "Are you cheating on me?"/ "What? I could never."

Word count: 1800ish

Warnings: Angst-y,fluff,no beta'd 'cos Im sick

Masterlist

"We can't let Natasha know," Wanda said, panting.

"I know Wanda, I know, but I don't want to lie to her face," you answered, panting as well.

"It's the only way." "If Natasha ever finds out, she'll be so fucking mad at us."

"Just go faster, okay?" "Now we shouldn't be thinking about her."

"I'm going as fast as I can."

"I'll grab your hand so you go faster; we can't miss the bus!" You said,grabbing Wanda's hand and walking faster,making her follow you.

"I see the bus stop, Y/N; it's there," said Wanda, pointing to the sign marking the bus stop.

Just then, you saw the bus start to approach, so you pulled Wanda's hand and started to run faster, managing to get to the bus in time.

You quickly went to the back of the bus and gasped for breath.

"I really hope Nat likes the surprise, or I'll kick your ass for almost dislocating my shoulder," said Wanda, rubbing the affected area.

"I'm sure she'll love it. A puppy is precious. When she grows up, she can play with Fanny!" You said, your eyes sparkling with excitement.

"It would be nice to see them play," said Wanda, smiling. "But that doesn't take away from the fact that you owe me one for almost ripping my shoulder out."

"Sure, Wanda, I'll buy you lunch tomorrow. Anyhow, we had already planned to meet up."

"Sounds good to me," hummed Wanda in agreement.

"Well, the animal shelter is a bit far away, so it will still be a while before we get there."

"It's okay.  "Get some rest, Y/N; you look like a truck ran over you."

"Ha,ha, ha, very funny, Wanda," you said sarcastically. "Having to do three reports in one night is not a very beneficial thing for my sleep schedule."

"Your sleep schedule is nonexistent."

You grumbled and leaned your head on Wanda's shoulder.

"Wake me up when we're getting there."

Wanda nodded and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

"Rest."

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You were awakened by Wanda's insistent shaking.

"Wake up; we're about to arrive."

You grunted and rubbed your eyes in an attempt to wake up.

"Look Y/N,the kennel is that way," said Wanda, pointing at a colorful sign. "Quite a colorful sign; it certainly catches the eye," she added, smiling.

"Yes," you replied. "Now all I need to do is drink coffee and look at those little fur balls."

When you reached the bus stop, you got off the bus and headed for the kennel.

Once inside, you got a coffee from the machine while you waited for the owner to show up.

"You must be Wanda and Y/N, right?" said a friendly voice. "I'm Linda; welcome to Little Paws Kennel; come on in and we'll show you the animals we have for adoption," said Linda, gesturing for you to follow her.

With a set of keys,she opened a door,and you entered a large outdoor courtyard where the dogs were playing.

"Wanda,look how cute they are!" You said, tugging at her arm "They are the cutest thing I've ever seen".

"I thought the cutest thing you've ever seen was me," said Wanda with false sadness.

"You're close," you replied, giving her a kiss on the cheek and making Wanda smile. "Which one do you think Nat will like the best?"

"How about that golden retriever over there?" "I think they'd make a good pair; Nat can be very grumpy, and the dog is a ball of energy."

"Totally!" you said, laughing. "They'll make an excellent couple."

You walked over to the little dog and started petting her.

"Hi little guy, would you like to come home with me? You'll have a great time." You smiled, stroking her soft fur and making the dog bark excitedly and lick your hands. "Look, Wanda, I think she likes me!"

Wanda laughed and came up next to you to pet the dog.

"So you chose her?" said Linda. "Excellent; she's one of our smallest dogs. Her mother died recently,so she could use someone to be with."

You nodded and took the dog in your arms, carrying it to the counter to formalize the whole process.

Once you were finished, you put him in his carrier and went to the bus stop to go home.

"You take the dog, Wands; I want it to be a surprise."

Wanda nodded, and you waited for the bus to arrive.

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After a while, you came home and opened the door.

"Nat, honey, I'm home!" you shouted.

When there was no answer, you went to the kitchen and looked to see if you could see her. You didn't see her, but there was a tupperware with a note stuck to it and food inside.

You uncovered the tupperware, and the smell of food flooded your nostrils. You grabbed the note and read it:

"Y/N,detka I left this for you. Homemade food,just the kind you like

You smiled and went to the bathroom to change into more comfortable clothes for dinner. You quickly finished the food Natasha had made for you and left the tupperware in the sink.

You went to the living room to see if you could see her,and you could. She was lying on the couch with a blanket covering half of her body while snoring lightly.

"Hello, my love," you said, kissing her forehead.

Natasha hummed and pulled you closer.

"It took you long enough to come; were you too entertained by work?"

"Uhm yeah" you stammered "work can be a bitch".

"Tell me about it," Natasha laughed. "Fury has an obsession with making me fill out reports."

"You want to go to bed? It's better than sleeping on the couch."

"I don't want to get up," Natasha grumbled.

"Don't worry about it," you said, scooping her up in your arms and carrying her to the bed.

You opened the door with your foot and tucked her into bed while you lay down next to her.

"Good night, Nat. Sleep well," you said, giving her a kiss.

"Good night, detka."

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"You should stop sending so much work to Y/N,Fury; yesterday they came home super late and they looked really tired."

"Natasha, yesterday Y/N asked for the day off." They said they had "business to attend to." "Didn't they tell you?"

"Uhh, no, they might have forgotten,although it's not something they usually do."

"Ask them. Natasha,I have to leave you; I have business to attend to," said Fury, hanging up.

Natasha frowned. It wasn't like you forgot to tell her those things. If you had a day off, you liked to spend it together.

"Y/N,detka, "Fury just told me you didn't go to work yesterday."

"Ehh,that's right. Sorry,  honey, I was wrong," you said, moving closer to her to give her a kiss. "I wasn't very focused."

Natasha nodded and kissed you back.

"We can eat together today."

"Uh,sorry Nat,I promised Wanda I'd eat with her today."

"Oh, ok, no worries," Natasha said.

You nodded and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

"I'll see you later," you said, leaving your house.

Natasha couldn't get rid of the insecurity coursing through her veins.

First you didn't tell her you had the day off, then you went to lunch with Wanda, and you'd been more distant for a couple of days, which made Natasha a little afraid.

On a hunch, she decided to call Fury.

"Hey, Fury, do you know if Wanda took the day off yesterday too?"

"Mmh,let me see... Yes, she did. She said she had to do certain things. She wasn't very specific. Why do you ask?"

"No reason, thanks, Fury," Natasha said, and she hung up the phone.

Were you cheating on her? Natasha couldn't help but let her mind think the worst. Her insecurities and her fear that you would leave her for Wanda were growing. She sighed and went to bed. She climbed into bed,seeking comfort in sleep.

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Meanwhile, you were at Wanda's house, playing with the little puppy, stroking her hair, and sorting out all the toys you had bought for her.

"Y/N, I think we've overdone it; we've bought her too many things."

"Don't say that, Wands. How can you say no to such a little face?" you said, holding the dog so she could see how cute she was.

"You're right." Wanda smiled slightly. "Her secret weapon is being too cute".

"This afternoon we'll take her to Nat; I'm sure she'll love her".

"Let's hope so."

Hours passed until it was time to present the dog to Natasha.

In a bag, they put all the toys, while Wanda hid her in her backpack, leaving it slightly open so that the puppy could breathe.

You went upstairs smiling, grabbing Wanda's shoulder, and laughing at the jokes she made.

You opened the door and met Natasha, who was looking at you seriously.

"Hey, hi love, what's up?" You said it nervously.

"Hi Y/N," replied Natasha. "Wanda," she said, greeting her with a nod,which she returned with a wave of her hand.

"Another day off with Wanda, huh? It seems a little strange to me."

"What are you talking about, Nat? Wanda is my friend," you defended yourself.

"Oh yeah? And why are you so late because Wanda takes the same days off as you? Why have you been so distant for a few days?" said Natasha, on the verge of tears.

"Nat, it's not what you think; Wanda and I are nothing."

"And you expect me to believe that? You've been super weird for days; what do you expect me to believe,huh? That I don't..."

Her voice was cut off by a bark.

"What's that?" asked Natasha.

"It was going to be a surprise for you, Nat," you said, pulling the puppy out of the backpack. "Happy first anniversary," you added, handing her the dog. "Wanda and I were just getting everything ready."

Natasha looked on the verge of tears.

"I'm sorry! "I thought you were cheating on me, that you didn't love me anymore," she said, tears starting to well up in her eyes.

The puppy didn't seem to like that and started licking her face, trying to cheer her up, which caused a chuckle.

"You're so cute,little girl," she said, stroking his fur gently.

"I'll leave you two lovebirds alone; enjoy the dog," said Wanda. "See you."

Once Wanda had left, Natasha rushed over to you, hugging you tightly.

"I'm sorry,really, detka. I thought you didn't love me anymore,that I wasn't enough for you."

"Hey,hey, don't say that, Nat; you're amazing; I love you; and it would never cross my mind to hurt you."

Natasha nuzzled against your chest,seeking comfort in your warmth.

"What name would you like to give her, Nat?"

"How about Festus? "It's Latin for festive,because the surprise made me really happy."

"You're such a nerd," you said, laughing and hugging her. "I think it's a perfect name, sweetie."

Natasha smiled.

"I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Nat."

Festus barked

"We love you too, little one".

[mushroomnoodles]

How well can candy Simon handle the whole pregnancy thing??

tw/cw for sfw and non kink mpreg

mentally? very well. he's pretty content having a bun in the oven, and very affectionate towards his unborn baby. he likes to say the baby keeps him company whenever candy witch is busy! he doesn't mind having so many over time, either, since he sorta chugs on with his life even when he's full term. he continues to work on his candy medicine business (even though his belly tends to get in the way)

physically, it's a bit difficult on his body. candy people aren't meant to carry a child, and candy simon was altered physically to be able to have their kids. his body uses his own sugar to nourish and grow the developing bean, so his cravings are intense and candy-based as he subconsciously seeks sugars to replace the ones he's losing making baby. he can get a little low-energy too, which is why candy witch has learned he shouldn't be eating more than one baby bean at a time.

he had a set of twins and the entire pregnancy he had terrible pica- his cravings went beyond regular candy and he was consuming minerals as well. he frequently ate parts of their candy furniture.

candy witch instantly regretted scolding him btw, she can't handle the kicked puppy face!

a little fun fact is that the sour babies he has (like sour taffy prince and lemon-lime princess) influence him to have worse/more intense mood swings, though he never gets angry- he's like, physically incapable of that.

[a-queercodedthis]

wenclair au where Enid and Wednesday never met at Nevermore (and werewolf shenanigans ensue)

Wednesday and Pugsley have been homeschooled their whole lives, so will be Pubert. The Addams take their children's education very seriously and they don't trust the american education system to be challenging enough for them, so they supply their kids with the best tutors and resources their fortune can buy

When Enid is 16, Esther kicks her out of the pack because she hadn't wolfed out and refused to go to the camps. Murray doesn't stop her, but he secretly sends money to Enid, so she gets to stay at Nevermore and graduate

The blood moon doesn't happen until much later, when Enid has already graduated. This will be important

Enid is 18 (or older, only thing that matters it's that she graduated from Nevermore) and packless. All she has is the money her father deposited in a secret account for her and a few friends (Yoko, Bianca, Ajax, Divina and Eugene).

Wednesday is 18 (or older, same age as Enid) and she spends her time writing, practicing on her cello and helping on the education of her brothers. Her goal is to get her books publish by her own merit

(maybe she could also get witch education from her mother/grandmother)

Enid finally wolfs out and in a blood moon!!! Blood moon werewolves are not held by the moon cycles like other wolves. They still feel the need to turn on full moons, but is more of an itch/need to blow off some steam/energy. They can turn by whim

This is a good thing, right?

WRONG! Blood moon werewolves don't need the moon because of their mates, the mate is what connects their human and wolf sides together

But Enid doesn't have a mate. So she gets stuck. In her wolf form. Until she gets her mate. The mate she doesn't know/have :/

The thing is that a blood moon werewolf will find their mate no matter what or where. So she starts running and running and running

Enid has no say in this (can't even warn her friends about it), she's at the mercy of her wolf who only wants to find, protect and serve her mate

She ends up at the Addams Mansion and the Addams Family (in a very Addams Family fashion) let her stay without questioning (not like they could ask anything anyway, she can't really answer)

They're overjoyed to have a werewolf around, even if they don't get to properly meet her in her human form. Wednesday starts to investigate why the new addition to the family won't turn back

That's how Wednesday gets a wolf who follows her around like a puppy and caters to her every whim

(her parents totally know what’s going on, but they stay silent, only watching it all unfold)

And this goes on for a while because finding her mate is not enough, Wednesday needs to: want to be her mate, accept that they're mates and consciously make the decision to be Enid's mate

Only when all of that happens, Enid can finally be human again and properly meet her mate and the family that were much kinder to her than anyone has ever been

(she can also finally date, hug, kiss and mark Wednesday as her mate)

[ultralightpoe]

Midnight Rain - Jamie Tartt

Authors Note: I have been trying to find any sort of energy to post and get out of bed. Got so close to giving up on life itself and I'm barely back, please bare with me as I try to find my way out of my depression hole I have dug for myself everyone. I know it's been a minute but life has been kicking my ass. Be patient with me - Ultralight

Word Count: 4274

Warnings: slight angst

Apart of my MIDNIGHTS EVENT. (Next Event is Sour by Olivia Rodrigo. Requests closed. Event following yet to be decided)

SOUR EVENT

MAIN MASTERLIST

Enjoy!

Rain, he wanted it comfortable

I wanted that pain

He wanted a bride

I was making my own name

Chasing that fame

He stayed the same

All of me changed like midnight

It was an odd thing, falling for a famous person with everyone watching you both, it felt like every private moment had been laid bare to the world for them to mock and laugh at. There was nothing normal about it. 

But then again there was nothing normal about the way you and Jamie Tartt had met. 

You thought of this as you left the Richmond Stadium, glasses covering your eyes as you did your best to hide your face from the flashes, your bodyguard holding the small of your back as he pushed you forward. 

“Just a few more steps until we are in the car.” He informs, blocking a poster from being shoved into your face. 

By the time you are shoved into the air conditioned car you risk a look back at him, and this is the moment all the paparazzi catch a picture of your tear stained face. 

You wish this had never happened.

“I just don’t understand.” You whine, eyes cast up to the ceiling of the building, swirling in the chair as your manager tapped her pen on the desk in front of you with an unamused expression. “I didn’t do anyth-”

“YOU WERE CAUGHT MAKING OUT WITH YOUR COSTAR!”

“......And?”

“HE WAS MARRIED!” In your defense he had never mentioned his wife and how the hell were you supposed to know? He never wore a ring, he was always in costume and character so it wasn’t like you had talked about his family at all. 

That being said, you felt horrible when you found out, and then your surprised face had been printed onto every magazine and gossip site known to man, which made you look like the homewrecker and him like the lost puppy husband.  What a scuffing tool. 

“So what on earth does this have to do with Jamie Tartt?” You had never heard of him before, not that you were a football fan in general, but you did kind of recognize him from some cheap reality show. 

“He is looking for a change in image, a happy healthy family image.” Your manager explains. 

“So you want me to be his pretty little wife?” You snark, lifting your voice until you're whispering like a 50’s pinup girl and batting your eyelashes at her. “Should I make him dinner every night and kiss him sweetly-”

“How many job offers have you gotten lately?” She snaps, slamming your gossip mags on the desk in front of her. 

She had you there, since he had played victim you had close to no job offers, your image had been destroyed by that pompous man.  

So it seemed Jamie Tartt was your only option. You would play the role of your sweet girl. 

My town was a wasteland

Full of cages, full of fences

Pageant queens and big pretenders

But for some, it was paradise

Your face was printed everywhere by the next morning and Jamie Tartt couldn’t help but try and throw as many of the magazines and papers away during his early morning jog with Roy. 

“The fuck are you doing?” Kent snaps, crossing his arms, his back straight and his eyebrows pinched. 

“I don’t fuckin’ know mate!” Jamie snaps, face bunched up as he panics, the stack of papers in his hands heavier than he thought when he makes eye contact with your photo. You looked so sad he felt his heart shatter. “I jus’ don’ want any of these fucks seein her like this, ya know?”

“Everyone has phones.” His running partner points out and Jamie sighs of disbelief. “Come on, you massive twat.”

With that Roy starts running again and Jamie is forced to drop the magazines in the trash, picking up his speed to catch up with his coach, heart racing against his ribs. 

After this he would call you, maybe try to clear the air. After everything you both went through he was sure you would at least want to talk to him……right?

“So…..I just go to the restaurant…..for the date you set up for me?” Jamie asks, confusion laced in his tone as he stares at his ex girlfriend and now his social media manager. “I just don’t get it Keeley.”

“It’s not something you get, ya?” She smiles, rubbing his shoulders. “Just trust me Jamie, I think she will be good for ya.”

“And she’s interested in me?” There was a small excitement in his chest now, the feeling of being adored always enough to boost his ego. “Then I think I can give this a chance, ya?”

So he did give you a chance, he showed up (late) wearing simple workout gear and asking the host about your reservation. She gives him a disgusted up and down look before side-eying him as she points to a table in the far back. 

You were there, your nose in a book, and not caring about anyone else in the restaurant. And he instantly knows he should have dressed up more, he figured you would be some fangirl and would like him as he is. But now he sees that he looks like a massive twat who showed up late and not dressed up at all. 

“Y/n?” He asks slowly, reaching a hand up to fix his hair subconsciously. Nerves were getting the best of him and when you finally looked up he could not think straight, let alone breathe. It’s like life stopped short. “Holy shit.”

“Yeah? Jamie Tartt I presume?” You ask and he can do nothing but nod. “Why don’t you sit, the paps are going to be here in no time.”

“Paps?” He asks, lunging to sit in front of you, fixing his hair once more. 

“They follow everywhere. I haven’t ordered yet, even though you were late.” 

“Right. Yeah. Thank you for waitin’.”

My boy was a montage

A slow-motion, love potion

Jumping off things in the ocean

I broke his heart 'cause he was nice

He had been one of the sweetest fake dates you’d ever had in your career, and for a couple minutes you wondered if it was a real date, only to laugh it off as a camera flash caught him in the middle of a dramatic retelling. You had to remind yourself that night that it was fake. It was all fake. 

But the kiss you gave him outside the restaurant felt more real than anything else you had felt before, and when you had pulled away your hands were shaking. But he simply smiled and kissed your cheek before disappearing. 

You had exchanged numbers that night, so you wouldn’t have to go through your managers everytime you needed to meet. And that had worked well for the first 2 weeks. 

He had gone from making you laugh at coffee to texting you at 3 am. And though you had a red flag in your mind about the professional boundary you ignored it because why not? If you were forced to fake date someone then why not have fun?

But now you sat in your empty apartment, legs pulled into your chest as you sobbed, wondering why on earth you had crossed the professional boundary. 

Your phone rang somewhere behind you and a part of you wanted to dive to answer it, already knowing it would be him. But you drew the line in the sand, why run to the water to drown yourself now?

So instead you pulled your throw blanket over yourself and let the world wash away. 

“Is there a reason you called me this early?” You laugh, pulling your coat closer around you as you meet him at the side entrance of the Richmond field. “And when will the paps get here?”

“They won’t be.” He looks proud to say that, excitement crossing his face as he reaches for your hand. “I figured you had enough of them so I’ll sneak ya in.”

His hand finds your own and you are filled with the same warmth of the night you kissed him so you follow him without questions. And he seems ten times happier to lead you to the main field. 

“Okay so there are sooo many rules about being on the field, it’s a bit of bad luck yeah? So don’t tell anyone you were here.” He rambles as you look around before pulling out a ball from his backpack. 

“Oh, what on earth is that?”

“It’s a football?” He laughs, throwing it at you which makes you scream and hit it. It bounces off his forehead with a thud that has you gasping. 

“Oh my goodness I am so sorry about th-” But he merely laughs. 

“I said a football not a handball!”

“You mean a volleyball.”

“A what?”

“Why am I here?” You interrupt, leaning to touch his forehead where the ball hit. 

“I was hoping I can teach ya to play.” He blushes when he says it and for a second you are not Y/n L/n international actress, you are Y/n L/n, dumbass in a soccer field. 

So you spend the night running around the field with Jamie as he teaches you tips and tricks of the game, you are sweating and laughing. 

Then he slips and falls harshly and you are a goner, holding your stomach as you fall over him, cackling. 

“You’re a traitor!” He laughs, catching you before you hit the grass and leaning to tickle you. This ends up being a small wrestling match and by the time it’s over you are both laying in the grass, your head on his chest and staring up at the sky. 

“This was fun.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes. I am really thankful I picked the call up.” You giggle, looking up to him and before you know it you are leaning up to kiss him. And just as the first time you are left breathless and shaking. Then he smiles at you and there is a red flag once more. But you don’t listen. 

“You wanna come back to my place?”

He was sunshine, I was midnight rain

He wanted it comfortable

I wanted that pain

He wanted a bride

I was making my own name

Chasing that fame

He stayed the same

All of me changed like midnight

“I just don’t understand, yeah?” He rants, walking back and forth in the coaches office as all five of the men stare at him with odd expressions. “Like I woulda understood if she just told me it was a public stunt-”

  “Ah, I see your dilemma here young pup-” Ted starts, only to be interrupted by Beard and Higgins howling while Roy and Trent both stay silent. “It seems to me like you had some deep feelings for this girl….like, oo oh come on fellas help me out here-”

“Love is dead.” Roy supplies. 

“Beats me.” Trent shrugs. 

“I’m blanking-” Beard panics. 

“LUKE AND LEIA!” Higgins rushes only for beard and Ted to turn on him slowly. 

“You ever seen those movies, Higgins?” Ted asks slowly, and everyone in the room stops. 

“No….No sir.But I know they kiss.” He smiles and Ted nods. “Watch em and then get back to me.”

“Will do, sir.”

“Will you blokes help me?!” Jamie snaps and they all turn back to him. “She won’t even pick up her fucking phone.”

“Well……” Roy grunts and everyone sits up. 

“Oh boy, Roy is about to open up. Buckle in.” Ted giggles. 

“I think if you truly love the lass then you should be Jamie about it and go do what Jamie does.”

“And what does Jamie do?!”

Weeks and weeks of this, dates at restaurants and secret dates away from the paps that relentlessly followed you, and then he would spend the night with you in your apartment. Which was never a requirement but gee what a bonus because you managed to take his breath away with every kiss. 

One tug and his soul is gone, one bite and he is swearing himself to you. 

But his favorite moments between the two of you were when he was laying in your bed, the sunlight streaming through your curtains as you kissed your way up his back to wake him up. In this room you never had that actress pretense you swore by, in this room you were just Y/n. Queen of his heart. 

“I think it’s time to wake up.” You whisper, nipping at his ear as he smiles. 

“Or we can just sleep in…..” He offers. 

“You have a huge game today, and I have my first session on my new film.” 

“A new film?”

“Yeah! I’m playing the love interest, a bit weird when I have to kiss someone dressed as an alien but who am-”

“So you’ll be kissing someone then?” 

“Well acting…. Just like the sex scene is acting and this relationship is-” You are cut off by the sound of his phone ringing but something in his ears screeches. 

It came like a postcard

Picture perfect, shiny family

Holiday, peppermint candy

But for him it's every day

You were right back where you started, swirling in your manager's chair as she glared at you, only this time you felt like there was a gaping hole in your chest that you couldn’t seem to fill. This entire idea had been a mistake. 

“You are right back where you started, but with ANOTHER SCANDAL!” Your manager shouts, slamming the pen onto the table and reaching to grab the tabloids laid to the side. You didn’t bother to look since you already knew what would be plastered all over them. 

You were now not only known as the woman who cheated on Jamie fucking Tartt but you were the reason the team lost their game. You were bad luck. 

A whore. A homewrecker. A lame actress. A waste of space……. But those were just the things that Jamie had said. The public had many many more things to say about it all. 

Your heart stung at the thought of him, trying your best to erase the image of him as tears sprung in your eyes, picking up your stuff as fast as you can before you storm out. 

You didn’t need to be told what a fuck up this was, you already knew it. 

“So… the other day, when we were lying in bed?” Jamie starts, leaning against the wall of the coffee shop as he stares into your eyes, letting you play with the zipper of his jacket. Your back was pressed to the wall as he covered you from the paps, all that could be seen was your legs and at this moment you couldn’t be more happy. 

You, as much as you hate to admit it, loved hanging out with Jamie when it wasn’t a performance. 

“You mean when you forgot your underwear in a rush to leave?” You tease, enjoying the nervous look that crosses his face. 

“Well, you said something that just…. It made me nervous, yeah?”

“What made you nerv-” 

“JAMIE!” A voice calls, breaking you both out of the small trance that had built up between you, both of you taking a step back from each other. You keep a hand on his chest, his own flies up to keep it there as he smiles at the man who interrupted you both.  “DANNY ROJAS!”

“Oy, keep it down, Mate!” Jamie laughs, pulling you to the man dancing. “Danny this is Y/n, Y/n this is Danny.” 

“Wonderful to meet you-”

“You coming to the game?” Danny asks, face filled with excitement. For a moment you want to say no, there was no need for a public appearance at his game, but then you look to see the hopeful expression on Jamie’s face and you feel yourself smiling. 

“If handsome is okay with me going?” You ask, eyes not leaving Jamie. He gets excited, rushing forward to kiss your cheek. 

“I’ll save you a seat!” 

So I peered through a window

A deep portal, time travel

All the love we unravel

And the life I gave away

Jamie found himself running the next morning, thinking about what fucking Kent had said. “Jamie Tartt would fuck it all up of course.” 

Fuck it up? Roy Kent is saying he would fuck it up? That wanker didn’t know anything at all, and Jamie would never fuck it up. 

But then he finds himself at your doorway, sweaty and nervous as he tries to figure out how the hell he got here. Fuck fuck fuck. 

Just as he goes to dash off the door swings open, revealing your tear streaked face staring right at him. 

“What are you doing here?” 

“I have no fucking clue.” He blurts, hands flying up like you are about to swing at him. But you don’t, you merely stare at him as he stares back with a heavy heart. “But I am here…..and I’d love to talk.”

You were thrilled, looking around the stadium with wide eyes as everyone cheered for Jamie. You had seen this man in his element many times, you knew he loved the game but you had never seen him in his element surrounded by his fans. 

This was one heck of a thrill. 

He was cheering with them, and yelling, and honestly just owning the field (or Pitch as the coach had explained). You could do nothing but watch in amazement as the two females beside you cheered them on as well. 

But that’s when things started to go sideways. 

You had just been cheering Jamie on, jumping up in your seat when he made the goal, when you saw your old co-star from the corner of your eye. The pompous asshole that forgot to mention he was married. Within a second of making eye contact he was nodding his head, moving closer to you, mumbling out excuse me’s to book it to you. 

For an instant you think of telling him to piss off, but for some reason you didn’t want the group of people you were sat with to realize that you were a homewrecker, whether you meant to or not that's embarrassing. So you let the panic get the better of you and dash to meet him halfway, tugging on his jacket to drag him up the stairs. 

“What the fuck are you doing-” You start to ask, anger coursing through your veins but when you whirl to glare at him his hands are on your jaw pulling you in for a swift kiss as cameras click in the background. 

In a moment of panic you gasp out, only to swing your hand quickly so slap his face harshly. The sound rings out in the hallway followed by multiple ‘oohs’ as you twist to walk away quickly. 

But the damage had been done already, and twitter was on the jump already. 

'Cause he was sunshine

I was midnight rain

He wanted it comfortable

I wanted that pain

He wanted a bride

I was making my own name

Chasing that fame

He stayed the same

All of me changed

Like midnight

You watch him in amazement for a moment, eyebrows raised while you tried to process the words he just said. He stares back for a moment, tilting his head while he waits for your response, but you can’t think of a single thing to say. 

“I think we already said enough,” You start, wrapping your arms around yourself while he shuffles uncomfortably. 

“No, Y/n let’s just-”

“Jamie, just drop it. We both already said what we had to.” You mumble, attempting to close the door before his foot catches in it and he huffs in pain. 

“Just….. Five minutes, that’s all I need.”

“.......Fine,” You sigh, opening the door and letting him in. 

“Um- what the actual fuck?!” Jamie snaps, coming around the corner his phone glued in his hand as he glared at you. “You mind tellin me why the fuck you were lockin’ lips with that wanker?!”

“Wait, it’s not what it looks like-” You start, but he is too mad, sneering at you when you try to reach for him. 

“So you weren’t actin’ like a whore with a man while I was playing my game?!”

“Excuse me?” The feeling of panic vanishes, replaced by another wave of anger as his words settle in. “Coming from the dumbass that was in Love Island?”

“It was Love Conquers All, I’ll have ya know!” He scoffs.

“Not to mention I don’t owe you anything! THIS IS A PR STUNT!” You shout, not caring at the amount of paps that were beginning to swarm. 

“A pr stunt?” He asks, face falling as he looks at you. “You mean to tell me that you have been dating me for-”

“Pr. Yes. This entire thing has been PR. Did you not know that?” That laugh that slips from your lips is bitter,  eyes welling up with tears. Dear god, did no one tell him?

“Right, so this entire time I have been used by a lame ass actress? You been using my fame to get roles? Is that it?”

“More like I have been using you to clean up my image after….”

“RIGHT! Sleeping with a married man-”

“He didn’t tell me he was married!”

“YOU COULD HAVE SEARCHED IT UP! BUT YOU HAD TO BE A HOMEWRECKER!”

“YOU ARE A NATIONAL SOCCER SLUT!”

“IT’S FOOTBALL!”

Rain, he wanted it comfortable

I wanted that pain

He wanted a bride

I was making my own name

Chasing that fame

He stayed the same

All of me changed

Like midnight

You watch him shuffle across your living room, jumping up and down on the balls of his feet as he tried to talk himself up,  breathing out slowly as he turns to face you. 

“I have never been good with this whole….feelin’ thing. But then I met you and for a moment I thought I had it, you know? I thought I was gonna get the life with the girl that loved me because everytime I was near ya my heart started cracking through my fuckin’ ribcage.” He begins, rubbing the back of his neck. “Then you are tellin’ me that it was all fake-”

“It wasn’t all fake.” You whisper and he sucks in a breath. 

“It wasn’t?”

“No, I wouldn’t have slept with you if it was.” You scoff, rolling your eyes. 

“I’m sorry for what I said.”

“Me too.”

“I….. I want it to be real.” He admits, taking a step closer. “I know it was all fake……now I do. But I want this.”

“Why?” 

“Because you’re the wind beneath my fucking wings!” He smiles, moving until his hands are on your shoulders. “You make my heart race and you are the only one on this earth that doesn’t seem to mind my massive fuck ups. I fall in front of ya so many times a day, and you’ve seen me flex in a circus mirror and get frustrated and you have seen me-”

“I get it.” You smile. 

“Please, Y/n, just give me a chance back. Let’s make this real.”

“But it might not-”

“We can make it work! If you can learn football then we can make this work.”

You stare at him, and he stares back. For a moment he thinks you are going to say no, and he begins backing up until you nod. 

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah.” You nod. “Okay.”

I guess sometimes we all get

Just what we wanted, just what we wanted

And he never thinks of me

Except when I'm on TV

  From that point on there was a stark difference between the actress you and the real you. Actress you kissed handsome men on screen and ended up in a tabloid once a week, accusing you of vile things. 

Real you, well real you ate gummy worms in bed with your charming husband that loved hearing all the rumors, reading through them and acting them out like a fake fight. You went to all his games, he showed up to all of your premieres. 

Sunshine and rain mixed into a storm of chaos that both of you loved. 

I guess sometimes we all get

Some kind of haunted, some kind of haunted

And I never think of him

Except on midnights like this (midnights like this)

“Are ye ready yet?” He calls, laying on the couch as he watched the screen before him, laughing a bit when he sees Nate the Great slip on camera. 

“No, I am not!” You snap, rushing into the living room in a panic, searching around. He picks his head up to watch you, laughing a little when you trip over the rug. “What are you lookin’ for?”

“My heels!”

“You are wearin heels to a concert you’ll be jumpin around at?”

“They complete the outfit.” You sigh, watching a smile break across his face. 

“No, lovey, your gorgeous tits complete the outfit!”

“OH YOU PIG-” He laughs as you move to throw something at him, dashing to chase you back. You scream out, dashing up the steps to avoid his clutch as he chases you around the house. 

The next morning you both wake up to the headlines “Football star and movie star late for T Swift concert!”

“Is this all they have time for?” He asks, yawning a bit as you laugh. 

“Apparently.”

[kissingmilfs]

know your probably busy but if you ever have time mean top nat with a strap on 😳😫 gosh I’d lose my mind. I feel she’d be into degrading and name calling and if she’s jealous …. You need to pray 🙏

~i can’t get this image out of my head all of a sudden so here’s a little something~

comme des garçons | natasha romanoff

summary: part of the dream girl evil! au stress relief brought to you by your favorite mean cheerleader ✨

part i + part ii

cw: blow job (with fingers and strap on) , pet play, mentions of weed

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you came back from your away game exhausted and a little cranky. the team you played always kicked your ass. your coach never had anything to say either. always sympathetically patting his hand on your shoulders as your teammates headed to the locker rooms.

on the two hour bus ride back, you slept most of it, trying to forget your wasted efforts and energy of today’s game. all you wanted to do was shut your brain off for the rest of the day. maybe watch some shitty reality tv. wanda gifted you edibles for your birthday two weeks ago too. taking one might help relax you even more.

you’re practically bouncing with a new found excitement and energy on your trek back to the dorms. if you’d check your phone, you’d see natasha texted you, 🏀? as a way to figure out when you’d be back from your game. once it had gone past an hour, natasha checked your location. (one night she secretly shared it with herself. natasha likes keeping track of her property.)

once you’d gotten twenty minutes away natasha made her to your dorm and snuck into your bedroom. the cheerleader mostly made herself comfortable. already knowing exactly where everything is in your room. she’d fucked you countless nights then rummaged through the room once you’re dead asleep.

once you were a five minute walk from the dorm, natasha stepped into the straps of the harness. she adjusted them snuggly around her hips and waist. they accentuate her already pronounced and defined curves. natasha unclips her layered hair. her semi-damp locks tease her collarbones. natasha’s aware the affect her untamed hair has on you. the desperation itching in your finger tips to tug and pull.

natasha sits comfortably on your bed once again. this time her legs are spread slightly open, baring her pussy along with the erect toy. you swing open your bedroom door and an immediate, “fuck” leaves your lips. the sight of natasha is undeniably sinful. the girl only wearing one of your t-shirts and the toy between her legs. you drop your duffle bag by the door, quickly shutting it.

the smile growing on natasha’s face makes you queasy. she knows how easy it is to turn you into her dumb puppy. effectively forcing you to think solely with your cunt and rely on natasha every step of the way. you know you’re in deep and so does natasha. your back leans against the door while slowly drinking in the sight before you.

“you know the drill, puppy. on your knees. crawl to mommy.” natasha crooks her finger with the command then points between her legs. you swiftly nod your understanding and drop to your knees. without a doubt it feels good to mindlessly follow orders. it’s not exactly what you had in mind for “shutting your brain off” — it’s even better.

natasha smirks once you’re inbetween her legs. your ass rests on the heels of your feet. your eyes are already blown out with submission and carnal lust. it makes natasha want to hurt you yet gently stroke your hair and face. “how was your game? i heard you lost. again.”

you drop your head with shame and anger. natasha’s tone is hint condescending but also leaning towards pity. you hate being reminded of your shortcomings. especially with natasha. and especially on your knees.

you shrug. “it was whatever. doesn’t matter.”

you practically mumble the words. they’re crystal clear for natasha. she shakes her head and almost playfully rolls her eyes. the girl cannot take you seriously feeling bad for yourself. you’re one of the most talented athletes at the university.

“well i’m not here to throw you pity party. you’re already pathetic as is. now open wide.”

natasha’s already leaned forward tapping her fingers on your chin. instinctively your mouth slackens and you stick your tongue as well. just like she trained you. natasha rewards you with a genuine smile.

“good puppy! i told you…you’re mostly only good for your mouth and your pussy. it’s a surprise dumb jocks are allowed to roam campus without any supervision.” natasha chuckles breathily. “you all need to be collared.”

before you can snarky reply back, natasha shoves two fingers in your mouth. her fingertips almost hit the back of your throat. it makes you gag a bit. spit coats natasha’s fingers. drool dribbles on your chin. her other hand grabs a healthy amount of your hair, jerking your head back. without another thought, natasha starts fucking your throat with her fingers. the position leaves your eyes watery. her disregard for your comfort only turns you on more. your jaw hurts from extending your tongue for such a length of time. your neck is stiff and tingly with the bent position. there’s even more spit covering your chin and wetting your shirt.

you make gurgling, gagging noises the harder natasha fucks your mouth. the tears in your eyes blur the clear image of natasha. but you know she’s intently watching her fingers move in and out of your mouth. you know there’s a delighted smirk etched on her face. her pupils are certainly dilated with all the fucked up images and words she’ll bestow upon you for the next however many hours.

after a few minutes of natasha training your mouth, she removes her dripping fingers. she wipes the spit on your cheek and sleeve of your shirt. natasha puckers your lips with the same hand intently staring at your face, your plumped lips, and the tears and spit covering your face. you’re a mess — exactly how she likes you. natasha is tempted to kiss you. parting your lips with her tongue, bruising your lips with her teeth. sucking on your tongue drawing out all your needy whimpers. but natasha restrains herself. she can tell you’re waiting for more instructions. not sure if natasha is going to take advantage of your mouth more or stretch your pussy with her plastic cock.

it’s always as if natasha reads your mind. knowing the exact thought and teasing you relentlessly about it. natasha pats your cheek then leans back against her hands on the bed.

“you know what to do. make mommy’s cock wet with your mouth before i fuck your greedy cunt.”

you rise on your knees, shifting more between natasha’s legs. you’re never allowed to touch her unless specifically granted permission. sometimes she makes you hold your hands behind your back while you suck her off. however, this time you leave them on your lap. you wait for the inevitable of natasha grabbing your hair and shoving your mouth down the length of her strap but it never comes. your eyes meet natasha’s as they twinkle with anticipation. she’s waiting for her pet to showcase your proper training. natasha’s already pleased with your self control.

her continuous efforts in making your mouth fuckable helps a lot unfortunately. your ability to push through any pain, practiced breathing techniques, and longevity is all thanks to natasha. she always knows when you’re being a whiny bitch or can’t actually keep going.

you lift your eyes to meet natasha’s the second your lips wrap around the tip. you notice natasha’s fingers twitch on your covers. with your eyes deadlocked on the cheerleader, you slowly move your mouth down the length of the toy. natasha emits a groan. the actions provides a very faint amount of pressure to natasha’s clit. it’s never enough to work her over the edge. but it is enough to make her hold your head in place while she fucks your mouth with seven inches. yet this time natasha’s more patient.

she diligently watches as you bob your head around the plastic cock. your hollowed out cheeks and sex crazed eyes always sends tingles throughout natasha’s body. natasha only bucks her hips once. it’s enough to push the dick deeper into your mouth. you both let out unison groans of pleasure. your eyes roll to the back of your head with the sensation. even when she pushed herself deeper, the sent of her cunt infiltrated your nostrils. natasha, of course, catches the action in time.

“oh my puppy…look at you enjoying mommy’s cock in your mouth. good dogs belong on their knees for me. i bet your puppycunt is dripping already. your boxers soaked from being such a desperate, needy slut for me. you act so tough with everyone else when you’re just craving to be a submissive mutt.”

from months of fooling and sneaking around with natasha, you know better than to talk back. even if it’s almost a natural instinct at this point. the urge to react is strong. your hands slip off your lap and grip her achilles. she almost raises her hand to reprimand you. until natasha’s eyes widen as you start fucking the back of your throat with the toy. the tip continuously hitting your tonsils, making your eyes water with each jab. natasha’s wetness pools between her legs, sticking between her thighs and most likely forming a small spot on the sheets.

natasha bites her lips and unintentionally releases a small whimper. she isn’t one for making much noise when she’s with you. natasha prefers degrading you and occasionally a moan or a pleasurable groan. your eyes sparkle with the noise. natasha forcefully pushes you off the plastic cock. the subtle expression of gloating in your eyes disgusted natasha. she hated the idea of you gaining even the slightest bit of an upper hand.

“get up and get on the bed, slut. on all fours like the bitch you are.”

[ethereal-maniac]

Ghouls + Copia Helping Depressed Reader

A/n: this is a platonic one, enjoy!

GenderNeutral!Reader x Sodo, Swiss, Phantom, Aether, Rain, Mountain, Cumulus, Cirrus and Copia (seperate)

❗️ TW ❗️: loosely depressed/anxious reader, briefly implied eating disorder/trouble eating, very sfw, all fluff, little to no angst, very self indulgent Lmao

SODO

He will cuddle you any time you like, on your best days and during your worst nights.

He's more than happy to stay with you and be a place of warmth and comfort when you feel cold and heavy.

He heats himself up and hums softly as a purr kicks up in his chest after pulling you closer to him.

You know how cats purrs are supposedly healing and help alleviate stress? It's the same with ghouls!

He's also amazing at comforting you when you have random outbursts of irritation or hurt, he has never ending patience for you.

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SWISS

He tries to make you laugh and will happily talk about anything you want. Whether it's your latest interest/obsession or something upsetting that's weighing on your mind.

He strongly encourages you not to be afraid to talk to him about anything, no matter how stupid your pretty little head tells you it sounds.

He wont judge you at all and he tends to know exactly what you need to hear in all the right moments.

He also likes to leave you cute little notes everywhere, with complements and inside jokes scrawled on them because he knows it makes you smile.

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PHANTOM

He will indulge in all the seemingly silly things you want to do.

Want to frolic without a care in the world through a field? He'll bring a picnic.

Want to spontaneously take a day trip somewhere? He's already stealing Copias car keys.

Want to go to the beach at sunset and splash each other in the water? He'll grab some towels and ask if Rain can come.

He loves the weird shit you guys get up to.

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AETHER

He loves to take care of you, coddle you even.

If you're not feeling up to taking a shower, he'll run you a bath and wash your hair for you, all you have to do is lay there and look pretty which he can't see being at all tiring.

It makes him so happy when he makes food for you and you eat even a small spoonful, he gets so proud.

He loves giving you gentle reminders throughout the day as well; to drink some water, take a deep breath, relax your shoulders, unclench your jaw, be gentle with yourself, take a minute alone if you're getting overwhelmed and he's always around if you need anything.

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RAIN

He has such a calming presence you can't help but follow him around like a lost puppy sometimes, feeding off of his peacefulness.

He thinks it's adorable and would never dare ask you to stop.

He's very easygoing and it's completely okay if you don't want to talk or if you want him to stop moving around for while, he can sit in complete silence with you without making you feel awkward.

He doesn't care if Imperator gets mad that he didn't finish his chores, your mind's giving you some peace and quiet for once and he refuses to disrupt that.

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MOUNTAIN

He takes pride in being able to help you to do the little things without overstepping your boundaries, like when he gently coaxes you out of bed and be outside with him for even two minutes.

Just getting some fresh air in your lungs, he holds your head softly to his chest so you can hear his steady heartbeat.

He watches the sun slowly disappear into the horizon as the breeze gently caresses your skin.

Once the sun has fully set he guides you back inside to see if you want to watch your favourite movie in a pillow fort.

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CUMULUS

She mixes up calming herbs from Mountains greenhouse and puts them into a spray bottle for you so you can spray it around your room.

She also makes a body spray version of it if you find it helps.

She'll also help you clean your room if you feel too tired to do it on your own.

She'll also help Aether wash your hair in the sink or bath if you don't have enough energy to shower.

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CIRRUS

She helps gently motivate you to continue your hobbies (e.g reading, writing, sports) and doing small chores around the abbey but she won't be pushy about it.

If you're not up for it and just want a day in bed, that's okay! She'll get Imperator off your back.

If you do feel up for it, she'll keep you company while you do your chores.

She will certainly learn about your hobbies just so she can talk to you about them and try to help you engage with said hobby.

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COPIA

He has a special soft spot for you.

He knows hearing his voice is soothing so he usually sits with his back against the headboard of his bed and you laying with your back against his chest while he talks aimlessly or reads a book to you.

This is one of the few times he lets all his rats out of their cage at once so they can snuggle against you.

He tells stories about his rats as well, made up ones and real ones.

He's over all very gentle with you.

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At the end of the day, they all want you to feel safe around them. They want to supply you with any sort of affection you need. They want to know whats been going on for you. They want to be a source of happiness for you always.

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