#sleepover at angie's

[happyqueenandgrumpydork]

Another rain our before The first day of September

[iheartgirlzn]

my hate love relationship with sleepovers will be my downfall omg

[seiwas]

sel hi darling how are you !! for your sleepover , today was a bit of a stressful day at work but i am seeing my friend for her birthday dinner today and im really excited to dress up !! the weather is very yucky tho :( how was your day, lovely ? sending you the warmest hugs ໒꒰ྀི ˶• ༝ •˶ ꒱ྀི১₊˚⊹♡

if you want some questions to answer <3 what are the subtle ways satoru and bakugo who their love towards you? and do you have any holiday traditions? seeing that christmas is just around the corner !

angie baby!!! my angiel!!! 🥺 welcome to the sleepover ✨

i’m doing good!! am happy you can unwind and dress up with your friend despite a really stressful day!! am currently writing away so i can finish col 4!! but my day’s been good 🥹 went to the gym, got some work done, baked a little too!!

and subtle affections oh you really know the way to my heart!! 🥺 despite satoru being a lil silly sometimes (all the time), i actually think he’s rlly attentive!! and conscious of everything!! i think he can easily pick up if i’m uncomfortable in social situations & tries hard to divert attention away from me (and on him instead) if that makes sense 🥺

for bakugo it’s kind of similar in that he’s really attentive too 🥺 and i think he’s big on acts of service a lot!! he always fills up my water bottle before i go to bed bc he knows it’s the first thing i reach for in the morning 🥺

holiday traditions!!! none really i think, besides the typical holiday eating and gift-giving 🤧 am excited for the time i get to make my own holiday traditions tho!

wbu angie bb? how do rinnie and sugu show their love for you? and what are you looking forward to the most this holiday season?

join the sleepover!! send in anything—a question, a story, dreams, recs, tips and tricks, and more!!

[sunflowergirl522]

⛄️ my favorite thing about winter is honestly the cold and being able to use all the jackets and coats that i buy throughout the summer 😅 what did you like about this year in specific?

I love being able to use a new coat for the first time! I really liked who I spent my holidays with this year in specific. I got to see my brother a lot this holiday season and that’s always the biggest win for me.

[something-tofightfor]

Happy Birthday!!!! 🥳🎁 I hope you'll have a great day!!

… Mexican food or Asian food? 👀

ANGIE! thank you. I hope so, too. No snow this year, so we can actually GO somewhere which is great. 

And that’s a Decision with a capital D, because I absolutely love both. 

It depends on the mood I’m in, but I really think I enjoy Mexican more just because of the addition of cheese to most dishes. I also could live off of chips and salsa and guac - the spicier the better. 

BUT ... then you put sushi and Pad Thai and sesame chicken in front of me and suddenly I am at a loss, because rice? Noodles? SAUCE? Yum. 

What about you? Which would you choose? 

[lovelybarnes]

Seb is so hot !!! Omgggggg also he’s so nice and kind ugh I wish I can find a guy like him.

he is indeed very, very pretty. and from the few videos i've seen of him, he seems very nice!!

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

IS THAT WRONG?

Pairings: George Weasley x Fem!reader Summary: George and you tend to sleep and cuddle in the same bed. Warning: none?

you always found it normal, it was like an instinct to you

you've been doing it since you were kids, and over the years it just felt natural.

it started when you first came to the Burrow, you guys were 8, Fred and George invited you over for a sleepover.

you played the whole day together and when it came to bedtime, Molly said you would probably have to take the couch as there was no more room.

But George said you could share his bed, so you climbed into his bed and he set up a pillow wall inbetween you both.

you were woken up by the sound of a loud thunder and the flashing lights of the lightning. It was an understatement to say you were scared of storms, you were terrified.

you woke up George by your light sobbing and he found you under the covers, shaking.

he removed the pillow wall and put them on the floor. he pulled you closer to him, whispering that you were ok and safe. that when he's there, nothing will be able to hurt you.

you latched yourself onto him and he held you in his arms. letting you fall asleep.

from then on, when there was a storm, he would hold you and make sure you felt safe.

when you got to Hogwarts, that didn't change, the first time it stormed in your first year, you tried your best to just sleep but you couldn't. so you went to his dorm room and opened the door, finding his bed and crawling in to it, curling up next to him.

the movement woke him up and he cursed, scared by someone in his bed with him suddenly

"I'm sorry" you apologised, explaining the storm.

he wrapped his arm around you and went back to sleep after telling you it was ok.

that morning he said that if there was a storm and you couldn't sleep, to just go there to him and he'll keep you safe.

later on throughout the years you often found yourself just going to his room anyway, it started off just because you couldn't sleep, then because you felt like it, now it's just because you like it.

you like feeling safe and protected in his arms. you liked feeling his warmth and comfort. you liked it, and he liked it too, he, on the rare occasion will come to your room to sleep with you if you didn't go to his.

you and George's roommates didn't mind at first. in the first few years they thought it was cute, you guys found comfort in each other, they found it sweet.

but now that you're in your 6th year, they began to find it odd.

weird, even. I mean your friend Angie, who you shared a room with thought it was still cute, but that's because she found the idea of you two together cute. but she still felt like it was weird. and something about it was wrong.

you guys weren't together, it was only platonic, but the way you two entwined with each other while sleeping was strange to say the least, but you and George didn't think that.

even when you had a boyfriend for a bit in your 5th year, you still went to George in the night.

neither of you ever questioned it.

so when Fred finally brought it up with his twin, George grew curious and confused. there was nothing wrong with it.

"what do you mean it's weird?" George questioned his brother

"friends don't do that type of thing" Fred informed him "it's just not- it's odd"

"it's not odd, it's normal" George shrugged

"it would be normal if you were dating, not if you're only friends" Fred tries reasoning

"we're best friends" George corrected

"that doesn't make it any better- you know what, forget I said anything" Fred sighed

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George thought about that for the rest of the day. was it really that weird, or was it just Fred that thought that?

so when he heard you come into his room that night, softly walking towards his bed, he started wondering.

he watched your figure crawl into his bed and curl up next to him

"hey" he mumbled, wrapping his arms around you as you snuggled into his chest

"hey, Georgie" you whispered

he looked down as you tangled your legs with his, your hand in his hair.

he stared at you, the moon hitting your figure perfectly.

he drew shapes on your side with his fingers gently, hearing you hum at the contact. he smiled down at you as you rested.

after a while of thinking about it, George wanted to discuss it with you

"hey Y/n?" he shifted, getting more comfortable, you groaned in protest before humming in response.

"is it wrong?" he questioned.

you moved, moving your hand from his hair, eyes remaining closed

George felt bad, you were just trying sleep and he was laying there, admiring you, wondering why you two do this.

"is what wrong, Georgie?" you grumbled

"this"

you fell silent, and he wondered if you fell asleep

"Love?" he nudged you

"huh?" you whined

"do you think it's weird that we sleep together?" he interrogated quietly.

you moved away from him, opening your eyes as you yawned

"do you?" you inquired tiredly

"no" he responded shortly

"then why are you asking?" you frowned

"I don't know, you don't think it's wrong?" he leaned up, supporting himself on his elbows

"well now I'm starting to" you rubbed your eyes

you both went quiet for a moment, making it awkward

"I'll just stop coming over then, if that makes you feel better" you removed the covers and starting getting up off of his bed, he reached up and grabbed your wrist

"no, no, I like it. come back" he pulled you back into his bed. he put the covers over you and held onto you, resting his head on your chest

"I don't know, Fred was saying it wasn't normal. that friends shouldn't do this. it's a couples thing" he told you. he felt your hands in his hair again, and he felt himself begin to relax.

"well then you should know what to do" you shrugged

you weren't gonna deny your feelings for him, after all the late nights where he would hold you and tell you he's there for you, you couldn't help but wish you guys were something more

luckily, George always felt the same deep down, how could he not. the way you curled up next to him, your hand resting on his chest, right on his heart. it made his heart beat faster, and he was sure you could feel it.

"what should I do?" he questions cluelessly

"you should ask her out, that's what" you heard Fred but in from his bed

"Fred?" George sat up, looking over to his brothers friend

"don't try to deny it. you both fancy each other." the older twin said casually as he turned in his bed

you and George both looked at each other, seeing the love and care in your eyes.

"do you- uh, Hogsmeade? t-"

"yes" you cut him off, smiling up at him. he smiled back, laying back doing, holding you in his arms.

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[blimgus]

WHB SLEEPOVER SERIES -GEHENNA VER.

Hey guysss blimgus here

guys guys listen i've got an idea.

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Imagine spending your sweet time in Gehenna. Peaceful slow time in the capital passes with the occasional random explosions in the background. However, when the night comes it's time to head back to Satan's castle for a rest. But due to some devils fighting over your attention with each other, you decide that organizing a big sleepover would solve the problem!

By bribing Ppyong with some chocolate you get the necesarry stuff you needed from Minhyeok's room. You grab the definitly too big bag from the tiny Red Lump Devil and hand over his reward.You check the contents of it,while Ppyong stuffs a bunch of ferreros in his mouth.

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Satan

○ pretty chill about organising a sleepover, tells you that's a good way to boost morale

○ tbh i imagine he'll pick a classic white tank top and some heart boxer briefs xD

○ imagine having a casual romantic talk with him while cooking marshmallows over a burning toaster

○ he's totally up to play some games and have fun with you ( and his subordinates)

○ causes a massive pillow fight to unleash, anihilates most of the others(don't worry he'll go easy on you, but you will not escape your fate *yeets a pillow*)

○ however true chaos starts when you introduce him to Mario Kart

○ oh God I have the absolutely cursed idea. Like imagine playing Mario Kart with him as a foreplay later (gfhsjsbsb)

○when the time to sleep comes he'll flop down on the huge bed like some kind of a log

○ yeah you wake up to grab some water or go piss and have a Satan jumpscare bc either he sleeps with his eyes open (which totally glow in the dark believe me) or he just pretends to be asleep and we will never know the truth

Sitri

○ahhh Sitri my baby

○ like he's totally rocking the leopard print luxury pyjamas bc like that's so Sitri-coded

○he'll spend most of the with his tea on the sofa.The only person allowed to sit next to him is you, just so he can listen to your heartbeat a bit better ~♡

○ paint his nails, paint his nails

○ i totally see Sitri sitting with you in the kitchen, blind testing some awful convenience store tea and listening to him shit talking the diffrent brands while offering you to try some REAL tea (we all know how it may end)

○ when the places for everyone to sleep were decided, he got kinda fussy bc he was somehow expelled from the bed

○ baby got angy, but at least he gets to calmly listen to your heartbeat when you sleep...

Paimon

○ PAIMON PAIMON YAS QUEEN

○ No.1 sleepover fan

○ Literally teleported to you when he heard you say the word ,,sleepover "

○ Literally girls night , painting nails, eating snacks, doing each others hairrrr, playing dress-up

○ totally into watching Barbie movies, especially the Old ones, or some shitty romcoms

○ came up with the idea of organising a Just Dance tournament to decide who gets to sleep next to you,

○ offers you to help you clean off your make up before sleeping to get alone with you for a while

○ good night smooches from Paimon♡

Leraye

○ Golden retriever energyyyy

○ he would probably wear a kigurumi, or some cute long sleeved pyjamas with a teddy bear pattern

○ gets destroyed at Mario Kart oof

○ tbh I headcanon that the whole pillow fight started bc he accidentaly sniped Satan with a pillow from across the room.

○*insert boss battle music*

○ *insert the sounds of gunshots and screams*

○ all Hell breaking loose

○ also he gets really invested in the Barbie movie's story???

○at the end of the day, he goes to sleep with one of satan's decapitated plushie~

Belial

○Happily agrees to joining the party!...*insert jjyu cursing*

○ he comes wearing matching dark read top and bottom, ngl the colour matches his hair highlights nicely

○ also Jjyu is here with a tiny night cap

○Belial seems like that one person who comes to the party to share some banger music they found on Spootify

○ ya know some small talk with himm while the musics plays in the background

○ some time later puts Jjyu in time out bc he got a little out of control

○ in order to keep chatting with him without straining his voice, you decide to whisper to each others ears

○ so romantic

Zagan

○ Most of the time he just keep to himself. Don't worry he's enjoying himself, just not too good with talking.

○honestly i think he'll wear a black tank top and some totally normal pants. Idk he just seems like the neutral clothing type of guy to me.

○Tries to learn some Mario Kart. I mean he still ends on a higher place in the races than Leraye due to everyone """accidentaly""" targeting him.

○ Have you wondered who won the Just Dance tournament?

○Yeah, it was Zagan.

○ He absolutely destroyed Paimon and Sitri, much to their dismay.

○ Now he gets to sleep next to you!

○ Don't worry we keeping this situation "non-horni" so no naughty stuff or smth

○sooo he just lays there with you on his right side and on the left... there's a drooling and snoring Leraye.

Astaroth

○ honestly nobody expected him to actually show up

○but heyyy he and his snake are here!!

○ totally wears the darkest coloured robe and some classy black fluff slippers

○ kitchen talk with you, him and Sitri so real

○ low pitched chuckle coming from him when he sees you goofing around with others

○he loves hearing your laugh

○ agrees to tell you a bedtime story as long as you'll promise him to repay the favour later~

○ he spends the night on the armchair, his snake chilling on his shoulders, while he reads a book he brought to the party

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Paying my respects to people writing fanfics, bc it takes a lot of dedication to push out that many words and not go bonkers...

First time writing anything like that on this site, English grammar defeated me here.

Hope you like it!

-blimgus out

[taintandviolent]

Ouija Board (Tate Langdon x Reader)

Summary: You have a sleepover at your new house, and your friend decides to bring out your Ouija board. But, you’re all teenage girls, so the questions are completely unhinged and un-serious. But, the ghost you’re talking to takes full advantage of the situation. It’s a perfect opportunity, he’s been watching for you weeks. You’re living in his room, afterall.

warnings: 2.9k words -- self insert! female receiving. shameless smut. post-death Tate, ghost sex, cunnilingus, handjob, rough sex, unprotected sex, mention of ghosts/death.

Ao3 link here! Full fic below the cut! 18+.

tagged: @zabelcolin @kaismanwich @elsamars @thewolveswithin @marylovesevanpeters @80strashbag @r-3tro​ @twinkiemaximoff​ @milkovich-misfit {dm/ask to be added!}

It was the third week in the new house.

It was the first time that you actually felt at home. Somehow, you’d managed to make two friends from school, which was equally as shocking to you as it was to your parents. In previous schools, you’d always been on the outskirts, bored stiff at the idea of socialising. When you’d announced to your dad at dinner that you’d actually braved the choppy shores of friendship, he’d nearly choked on his coffee.

“That’s wonderful! Why don’t you invite them over for dinner tonight?” Your mom asked, setting her mug down on the table. You rocked your foot back and forth, mulling over the idea. Previously, your days off from school had been spent unpacking and checking around corners, listening to the creaking and whining of an old house.

Your mother was delighted with its age, commenting on the Tiffany glass and wood — but you felt things that had rotted underneath the wood. Things that whispered when your back was turned, or lingered in the kitchen when you went for a glass of water in the middle of the night.

“Okay, sure.”  

So that night, instead of flicking the light switch off in your bathroom and making a beeline for your bedroom, you sat on the floor with Jessica, Angie, a dish of pizza rolls and three glasses of grape soda.

You swallowed the mouthful, and nodded. “No, I’m serious. This house is weird. The first week I was here, in the kitchen… I saw a blonde lady with a hole in the back of her head.”

Jessica snapped the book she was leafing through, and turned. “I bet she was murdered. Don’t you have an Ouija board?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, pointing towards the bookcase. “Never used it, though.”

“You’re going to. This is much more fun than going to Town Hall and asking for records on previous owners. Sometimes, they don’t include death certificates — which is obviously what everyone is interested in. That’s the good stuff.” It took all of three minutes for Jessica to set it up. In unison, the three of you delicately placed two fingers on the planchette.

“Okay… so, what do we ask?”

You chewed on the inside of your lip, thinking.

“Is there anyone here with us?” You blurted out.

The planchette skidded to life, circling in the middle of the board. You’d seen it happen in movies, but the actual sensation was an unsettling one. YES. You all exchanged looks, searching for any guilty expressions — but it seemed that none of you had opted to play any tricks. The planchette had moved by itself.

“Did you die here?” Angie asked.

YES.

Jessica gasped. “Ooooh, what if it’s a cute ghost boy like in Casper? Can I keep you?”  

Completely enrapt with the idea, she turned her attention to the board, and asked, “Is the spirit in this room male?”

YES.

“Well, that rules out Miss Hole in her Head.” You cleared your throat, focusing on the printed letters. “Have you been the one in my room every night?”

“The one in your room every night?!” Jessica hissed, shooting a pointed look at you. You shrugged apologetically. Angie, who was visibly uneasy with the entire idea, almost fell backwards when the spirit answered.

YES.

“Oh my god!?” Jessica hung her head between her arms, laughing. “It’s probably some old grandpa with a shrimp dick, let’s be real here.”

“Bet. I’ll find out. Do you have a big dick, Mr. Ghost?” You asked.

Again, the planchette zipped to YES. Whoever he was, he didn’t hesitate. Cute. The three of you howled, laughing at the ridiculousness of the question. Angie desperately tried to redirect the conversation by asking the ghost what it wanted. The planchette spelled out HER.

Jessica lifted her fingers, and Angie screeched at her to return them. “If you don’t say goodbye, the spirit will have an open invitation to come into you!”

“To come!?” Jessica mocked. “To come into me?! Oh, the horror — don’t come into me! Pull out first, Ghost.”

Angie scowled. “You’re so gross.”

As they bickered, you stared at the planchette. It was still active, despite Angie and Jessica’s attention being pulled away. It quivered back and forth, as though it was shaking nervously.  

Once Jessica’s wandering mind had been reigned back in, the three of you managed a few more more questions; some about murder, some about occult, and some about other ghosts in the house. Eventually, the sun disappeared from your window, plunging your room into darkness, and your mother called the three of you down to eat. Your friends stayed for about an hour after dinner, and they’d seemingly forgotten about the Ouija board. You hadn’t, though. You leaned your back against the door, the coldness of the glass piercing through your cotton shirt. Your eyes trailed up the staircase, following the bend of the bannister as it curved to the left. Before you made your way upstairs to ready yourself for bed, you craned your neck down the hall, trying to listen for the whispers.

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You sat upright in your bed, gasping for air. The book clutched in your hand fell to the floor with a thud. You hadn’t even really remembered falling asleep, but the creak of your floorboards had woken you up. You were met with nothing but the silence and glittering darkness of the room while your eyes adjusted. Eventually, the speckles turned into furniture pieces; your dresser, your mirror, your bookcase… everything seemed in order. The clock on your bedside table incessantly blinked 2:34 AM.

Something skidded across the floor, a spinning blur of tan and black. You yelped, throwing yourself up against your headboard. Your room was silent save for that sound of something hard scooting against a flat surface. You took a deep breath, and crept forward gingerly, wincing each time your mattress creaked.

You gripped the edge of your bed frame tightly, knuckles paling. You peered over. In the middle of the floor where you’d been sitting earlier, the Ouija board was laid out. The planchette swept across the board as it had earlier, but this time with no hands to guide it. It zipped across the board aggressively, as though it was trying to get your attention.

“Hello?”

The triangle paused, then slowly drifted to hello.

Dumbfounded, your mouth opened and closed. You were at a loss — because no horror movie had ever given you any idea how to politely hold a conversation with a spirit outside of the traditional setting.

“Um…. can I… help you? Are you here to possess me?”

Stupid. That was stupid.

Watching as the planchette swept across the board, you read the letters allowed.

“L…A…Y…. Lay? Lay. Okay. B…A…C…K? Lay back?” You waited for further confirmation, but the planchette stayed still for a moment.

It started spinning again, quickly spelling out a final instruction. “Close my eyes. Lay back and close my…. eyes.”

You heaved a sigh, and against your better judgement, you did. You shimmied back underneath the covers, pulling them up to your chest, and waited. The seconds were excruciating, and you were sure some horror movie had to have started like this.  

The duvet rustled at the bottom of the bed, and all at once, a gust of cold air hit your feet. The mattress gave to the weight of someone, and you yelped at the feeling of clothed shoulders nestling in between your thighs.

A broad hand ghosted across your stomach, fiddling the scalloped edge of your pyjama shorts. It swooped into your inner thigh, then circled down along your knee. Though the actions were soft, you couldn’t help but feel the knot forming in your stomach. Letting out a soft whimper, you bit your lip, clamping down hard. One hand slid up, caressing the curve of your ribs. You writhed. “You’re driving me insane…” you whispered harshly. Had you really been that touch starved? 

Lips hovered over your inner thigh, the hot breath washing over the warm skin. A single finger ran along the inside, trailing further and further up. He slowed as he neared you, wordlessly asking for permission. 

“Please,” you begged, doing everything you could not to scoot your hips down into him and embarrass yourself any further. “Please…” 

He continued. The pad of his finger floated over you, stroking, teasing until the wetness soaked through the threads. The hands disappeared, but only to return to the sides, where they gripped the waistband, tugging them softly off your hips.

You took a deep breath and immediately clamped your hand over your mouth, muffling the shrill whine that tried to escape. Whoever he was, lapped at your cunt like it was a melting ice cream cone, and it didn’t take long for it to start weeping, soaking the green sheets beneath you.

Your chest rose and fell quickly, and your eyelids fluttered, overwhelmed with the sensation. Everything was white and on fire. Your thighs trembled deep within the muscle with every flick of his tongue. Were you really getting eaten out by a ghost? Was that actually happening? You felt silly acknowledging that. His tongue flattened out against your clit and you let out a whine, erasing every other thought. He pressed his face deeper into your wet folds, tongue flicking at the underside of your clit.

“Fffffuck, oh my god.”

You had to know. You swallowed, and tightened your lips into a thin line. You were ready for whatever horrifying visual would meet you. With one final surge of courage, you flipped the covers up, opened your eyes and gazed into the tented darkness. A head of soft, blonde curls bobbed softly between your legs.

“HELLO?!” It wasn’t a greeting, but the boy lifted his head from your cunt. Two dark eyes glimmered at you from beneath the duvet.

“Hey,” he said, chin glistening. “I’m Tate. I used to live here.”

“You’re so…. cute?”

He smiled crookedly, the dimples in his cheek deepening. “Were you expecting Freddy Krueger or something?”

Your head fell back on the pillow like an anvil and a breathy laugh broke your pants. “Yeah, maybe. Jesus Christ…. I don’t know. I’ve never had a ghost between my legs.”

“You liked it. You’re so wet.” He was pleased with himself, you could tell. Reaching one finger up to stroke your opening, he angled his head to watch the way you clenched and squirmed at his touch.

“Was I… were you the one I was talking to with my friends?” He nodded. He shifted his weight, manoeuvring himself up until he was above you, supporting himself with hands on either side of your neck.

“I’ve been watching you since you moved in, Y/N… I didn’t want to scare you away.” He confessed, searching your face. “I’ve wanted you for weeks.”  

You were scrambling to keep your thoughts in one manageable bundle. On one hand, this scenario was insane and you were sick to be enjoying it. On the other… sure, he was dead, but he was easily one of the cutest boys you’d ever seen and the way he wanted you was intoxicating. His dark eyes darted from your lips to your eyes, wordlessly asking for permission. You craned your neck up to meet him, pressing into his plush, pink lips.

You’d never been one of those boy crazy teenagers, but you understood the cathartic release that sex brought. It was carnal and natural. You’d only ever slept with one other person, so the hunger was never sated, and you were left quietly fingering yourself after your parents fell asleep. Every time you’d had the chance to have made out with someone though, you tasted them. Deeply. Kissing someone released their scent, the one that only intimate partners got. And none of them had ever been as heady and addictive as Tate was. You tilted your head to get further into his waiting mouth, swirling your tongue with his. You whimpered, sending a moan down his throat.

You reached under, sliding your hands down his stomach. The tiniest trail of hair guided you to the waistband of his jeans, where you made quick work of the buttons. Breaking the kiss only to help with scooting his jeans over the curve of his ass, Tate quickly returned his lips against yours, his tongue moving past your lips eagerly.

Although you were going in blind, it wasn’t difficult to find his cock. Not only did it take up most of the space between you two, but it was hot to the touch, the heat radiating from beneath the thin fabric of his boxers. You pressed your hand against him, getting an idea for the length.

“Huh. So, you weren’t lying about that.” Tate’s hips ground against your palm in response. You reached up, flipping the elastic down so you could slip your hand in, dragging your fingers along the soft tip. Your palm was immediately slick with his precum; the thick fluid coated the soft skin. You used your thumb to smear some of it to the underside of the head, teasing at the ridges. He groaned, burying his face into your neck.

“I didn’t lie about anything you asked me.”

You began stroking him underneath the sheets in slow, full movements and Tate’s breathing hitched, hips bucking forward involuntarily. You sped up, feeling warm droplets dribble onto your exposed tummy. Your thumb pressed into the squishy flesh of his head, not expecting the reaction that followed.

“Mm-uh—please. Please, I want you. Please.” He was begging, whining, and his big brown eyes were filled with a pathetic yearning that made your walls soak even further.

“So do it.”

He wasted no time in completing your demand. He sat up, the covers falling off his back.Tate gripped himself, giving his cock a few pumps before he lined himself up, pressing his hot, leaking tip into your entrance. Snatching the opportunity from him, you bucked your hips up to his, forcing his cock inside. You clenched around him hungrily and Tate let out a throaty whine as he pushed the remaining length into you.

He started out slow, taking his time as he slid in and out of you, but the slick pull of your walls each time he slid out unravelled his concentration. Each thrust seemed a little more desperate than the last, his balls slapping against you, splashing the mixture of his spit and your cum against your inner thighs. Bottoming out inside of you, he arched his neck backwards, letting it hang heavy. “Are you a virgin?”

“Wha — no.” You breathed, adjusting your head on the pillow to look at him. Odd question to ask in the middle of the deed. “Why?”

Tate swallowed, and between pants, said, “Because…. you’re so wet.” He dropped forward, pressing his forehead against yours. His cock was still inside, the girth hitting you at a new angle, and the fullness made your stomach clench.

“I’m going to fuck you hard, okay? Tell me if I’m hurting you. I don’t want to hurt you.”

You nodded fervidly, and slithered your hands underneath his sweat-soaked shirt until it gathered. Tate lifted his arms, and allowed you to slip the shirt over them. You tossed it towards the edge of the bed, and raked your nails along his naked chest.

“Please.” It was your turn to beg. Tate backed his hips out, pulling himself from your warmth. “I want it.”

He dropped back down to his hands, getting a tight grip on the mattress behind you. His lips met yours again, hungrily. It provided only a momentary distraction, because the second that Tate started pounding into you, you could focus on nothing else — except suppressing your aroused screams. He scooted closer to you on the bed, angling himself to get deeper.

He was hitting every spot he could, and your breaths quickened as he fucked you closer to the edge. You bit down on your lip, squeezing your eyes shut. He had just started, and you were already about to lose it.

“Are you gonna’ cum? Huh?” Tate asked, now struggling to keep his rhythm. If you were close, he seemed to be closer — and you didn’t feel so bad. Tate reached down, pulling himself out to slide the tip of his cock over your clit a few times before stuffing it back in. Your lips parted in a soundless scream as you felt the unmistakable warmth filling you, the quivering in your legs, and the desperate, spasming arch of your back.

“Fuck, fuck,” Tate chanted, feeling your orgasm as it gripped him in a wet, pulsing chokehold. “Fuck!”

As he spilled into you, Tate fell atop of your body, pressing his sweaty forehead against yours. His hips were on autopilot, erratically bucking with each gush. You winced, on the verge of overstimulation. Gradually, his thrusts slowed.  

He flopped over on the side of you, one hand stroking the outside of your thigh delicately. He was gazing at you dreamily when you turned to face him.

“So, do I have to bring out the Ouija board each time I want to see you?”

Tate propped his head up on his hand. “You want to see me again?”

You rolled your eyes to the ceiling, a taunting smile curling around your swollen lips. “Uhhh… yeah.”

“I can be here every night if you want.” He purred.

“Haven’t you been anyway? Or did you lie about that?”

Tate’s brows pulled upwards, looking hurt. “I told you — I didn’t lie about anything! I’d never lie to you!”

“Okay, shh —“ You silenced him with your lips. “I’ll be right back. I have to pee.”

For the first time since you’d moved in, you weren’t afraid of ghosts as you walked to the bathroom. You were just afraid that the one in your bedroom would be gone when you got back.

He wasn’t, though.

[littlespidermonkey]

I think in the universe where the Cullens aren't in Forks, Bella Swan takes a while to come out of her shell, but when she does, she's witty and passionate and smart as a whip, even if she's still quiet and reserved. She sits with Jessica Stanley, who demands the best of everyone, and tells her friends about her boyfriend down on the rez, who is sweet and caring and funny and good with his hands, who works for everything he's ever had.

After class, during a sleepover, Bella whispers to tell Angie and Jess about the night after prom, even though her father, loving and careless, worries about her only a normal amount and loves Jacob Black like his own. When she gets into Dartmouth--all by herself, through study sessions in garages and with Jessica and in Angela's house--she chooses to go to Stanford instead. She misses the heat and light on her skin, even after falling in love with the rain. Jessica comes with her; Angela and Eric go to U of Washington in Seattle instead, for education and journalism respectively.

Bella makes sure to call every week and then one day she drives down to Seattle and her boyfriend, warm like the sun she loves and at least twice as reliable, becomes her fiancé. The ring isn't especially big or ornate or pricey, but the way she smiles could trick anyone into thinking that it was. All of her friends, new and old, are waiting at the small party afterwards, and Bella laughs the entire time. The engagement cake--chocolate, her favourite--is sweet and moist against her tongue.

She moves back to Forks once she gets her masters in information sciences and becomes the town's librarian. She gets married a month before the move, barefoot in the surf and her old prom dress, both her parents weeping with joy and Billy Black beaming damn near as bright as his son, Sue Clearwater holding his hand.

She raises her kids --both beautiful children, blessed with Jake's thick, long hair--with Angela and Eric's and takes them down to Los Angeles to visit their auntie Jess and her husband Quil, who lavishes them with gifts from her career as a top surgeon. She jokes about having to support Quil's career as an environmental lawyer and displays each and every one of his wins alongside her diplomas. When William Black II decides he wants to be a doctor too, she writes him a shining letter of recommendation to her alma mater. Sarah, who has always been the spitting image of her father, joins and eventually takes over Jacob's mechanic shop.

On occasion, Bella fights with Jacob, even though he's the love of her life. Despite this, she is never afraid of him, and he never stops her from doing what she wants. Instead, he goes out and works on his cars and comes back in an hour later with slightly greasy hands and a bouquet of flowers from Emily Young's little garden, planted to celebrate her cousin Leah Uley's wedding. Bella makes him muffins, recipe courtesy of Sue and missing bites courtesy of Seth, Colin, Sarah, Will, and Claire, with raspberries, not blueberries, just how Jake likes them. They make up, and they make changes, and they go on.

Eventually, both slower and quicker than she realizes, Bella gets old. She lives in fear of losing herself, of losing her husband and her children, like her grandmother had. But she remembers her grandkids to the very end, even gets to meet her first great-grandchild a week before it happens. Her heart gives out before her brain does, too weak and too slow.

It was too full of love, the letter from Jacob says. Sarah reads it. Her father passed a day after his wife--simply too heartbroken to live without her. Much of the town of Forks and hordes of family attend their funeral, remembering a life well lived.

It is an unremarkable life, in the grand scheme of things. She does not live to be a thousand; she is no great beast, with speed like the wind and strength; she does not discover her powers or lead a great defiance. Bella Black, happy and human and surrounded by love, could never imagine wanting anything else.

[mollymauk-teafleak]

Do you have any huskerdust headcanons? Either related to being dads or just in general?

Oh I Always have huskerdust head canons, don't you worry! And thank you for asking!

Sorry to start off with angst but Angel Dust has always had nightmares, especially if he's sleeping sober. And when he's expecting and after the kids are born, suddenly his nights become full of images of Exterminations with his twins in the firing line, of Val getting his hands on them, of Heaven taking them away and suddenly the kids hate him and don't want anything to do with them. He jerks awake, panting and struggling to get his breath, unable to remember whats real and what isn't. But now he has Husk right there, holding him and promising him that he's safe, their kids are just down the hall, everything's okay. Sometimes if he's really rattled, Husk will wrap him up in his robe and take him to quietly look in on the kids so he can see they're tucked up and dreaming.

Husk hasn't done much magic in a long time but Angel loves his old Vegas stories, all the scrapes he used to get into and how he got out of them by the skin of his teeth. And Angel presses him for more about his act and suddenly Husk is showing him some of his tricks, making Angel laugh and teasing him gently by not explaining how they work (not that Angel really wants him too, he likes the mystery). And of course when Husk mentions that he used to play the saxophone, Angel asks to hear him play but Husk gets shy and awkward. He hasn't played in so long, he doesn't even know if he can with his paws. Angel won't push it but that night, he's in his room and he hears this soft, emotional saxophone music coming from Husk's balcony. He listens for hours and hours and it's the most beautiful thing he's ever heard

Husk helps Angel Dust with his addictions but it works the other way too. Knowing he still feels that pull towards gambling, Angel will start playing with him on the bar but they stake things other than money, things like kisses or who gets to top or Angel wearing a certain lingerie set that really gets Husk going (he might possibly have lost that one deliberately)

This one is straight from @minky-for-short but one of my favourite things is Husk being quite old fashioned, given the time he's from and his age when he died. So even after everything they've been through together, he still wants to court Angel properly so he shows up in one of his old overlord suits with a bouquet of flowers to take Angel on a real date. And Angel has never gotten to be romanced before so he's just overjoyed by it all. He loves dressing up nice for their dates, he loves Husk putting a flower behind his ear, he’s in heaven

I love the idea of Cherri Bomb getting to give Husk a shovel talk. Because of course she knows he makes her best friend happy and takes care of him and is good to him but she still needs to tell him that if he ever breaks Angie’s heart, she’ll neuter him with two bricks

Angel has to get used to being with a guy who isn’t a possessive, jealous asshole. Like one night he comes home from the studio but Husk is out for one reason or another. Seeing he needs some putting back together, Charlie says oh! Well the girls were going to have a movie night in our room, isn’t that right, Vaggie? And of course they’d love for you to join them! And Vaggie just sighs and starts rounding up Cherri and Nifty. But they do end up having a great time, a proper little sleepover but when Husk gets back and comes to check on Angel, Angel jumps up apologetically, saying he’s sorry, he’ll come with him. Husk just blinks, realising and reminding him gently that it’s completely fine, you stay and have fun with the girls, just come find him when you’re done? Angel has such a huge, soft smile on his face as he sits back down and cuddles against Charlie, getting to remember that he doesn’t need to be afraid anymore

[happyqueenandgrumpydork]

Boy it sure was pouring this morning

[phoebepheebsphibs]

Epilogue

@boots-with-the-fur-club @littlemissartemisia @daboyau @tmntaucompetition

Prev || Return to the Propaganda

Leon - UIFY DvD - UIFY Mikey / Michael - UIFY ‘Phael - UIFY Leonardo - NFIF Donnie / Donatello - NFIF Angie / Angelo - NFIF Raph / Raphael - NFIF

"Oof!! What the hey...?"

Leon had been disturbed by something jumping onto his lap. It knocked the wind out of him, startling him awake.

Misa had apparently clambered onto him, crushing his legs as she walked across his person and curled up like a cat on his stomach. Leon sighed, stroking her shell softly and giving her gentle head pats as she fell back asleep.

Misa had been doing this on the hour, every hour since they'd taken their collective turtle pile nap. Leon wasn't sure how she managed to wake up on such a schedule, but she'd managed it. She'd been going in a sort of circle, waking up from her naps to simply switch out napping partners and cuddle with a new turtle. She'd started with Raph when they had initially all settled in, but at the second hour she'd woken up and wiggled out of his hold and went to sleep in the embrace of someone else. Leon was a light sleeper, and Misa was a noisy turtle, humming as she walked, and grunting as she climbed into the lap of someone new, and making little happy chirps as she snuggled in and felt them sleepily hug her close.

Once Leon was awake, it was hard for him to get back to sleep again. Misa had no issue with insomnia like he did; as soon as she had curled up and Leon began rubbing her shell, she'd fallen right back asleep and was snoring softly in his lap. Well, Leon was up now. Might as well take a look and make sure everyone was all okay and accounted for...

It was nice that the competition provided each team with their own private rooms, almost like a hotel or apartment complex. Somehow, each room magically knew what the contestants needed, and had their spaces properly furnished with everything they could ask for. The two teams had joined forces for the night, UIFY bringing their pillows, blankets, and sleeping supplies into NFIF's room for an epic turtle-pile sleepover. It was funny, though. Leo wasn't a stranger to turtle piles, he and Mikey had been doing that since they were tots. 'Phael and DvD were more green about the subject, though, and could use the practice. April and Karai had little to no idea what to expect.

Karai was the one in the group to have opted to stay awake, taking a reclining chair in the corner to watch over them while they all rested. Some habits never died, some tendencies -- the the overpowering drive to make sure everyone was safe and nothing would hurt them while they were all sleeping for example -- tended to linger. But even she had to admit defeat, too. Leon had woken up during Misa's first stumble around the room, and before he managed to go back to sleep, he'd noticed Karai had nodded off in her recliner. Good. She needed rest just as much as they all did.

Working around the room, next up were 'Phael and April, who had initially fallen asleep side by side but had somehow ended up with April curled into a ball in 'Phael's embrace. April was wrapped around him, her feline/canine Yokai tendencies showing as she purred and vibrated in her sleep, her tail twitching every so often. It must have been a comfort to the anxiety-riddled teenager, almost like a therapy animal. 'Phael's snores were soft rumbles, like having a natural white-noise maker in the room. His head was pressed against an enormous pile of blankets and comforters, which upon close inspection turned out to be his baby brother Michael, bundled up in a cocoon of soft things. Mikey had been the first to pass out, and the others had taken care to wrap him up in quilts and covers and layer after layer of warmth and weighted sheets that kept him anchored to the pile of pillows and beanbags underneath them all. Leon suspected that Mikey had been half-awake for that whole process of mummifying him; he'd seen the box turtle give the biggest grin ever as he was tucked in. DvD slept beside him, his arms wrapped over the top of the mountain that consumed his precious little brother that he guarded so closely. DvD had been skeptical about letting the other Donnie be so close to Mikey, but relented in the end when Michael had assured him he was all good now. (Apparently the two had a private heart-to-heart after everything. Mikey didn't say much, but his brothers had noticed the puffiness in his eyes afterwards. Yet rather than seem broken, the tiny teen looked lighter and healed, as if some weight had been lifted off him. Leon wasn't sure what they'd talked about, Mikey had insisted that it was private. NFIF Donnie wasn't saying anything about it either; apparently he'd been sworn to secrecy. But whatever Dee had said to him, it had proved he was himself and trustworthy again.) Donatello had fallen asleep just a little aways from Mikey -- a safe distance from DvD, who watched him like a hawk before he'd eventually drifted off. But even still, Mikey had apparently shimmied his hands up from the cocoon of comfort and Donnie had taken his exposed fingers in a small embrace. NFIF Angelo had fallen asleep on top of Donnie, his arms wrapped around him, almost mirroring DvD and Michael. Raph held the two in a close embrace, squeezing them tight every so often. In spite of that, they were completely undisturbed. Leon heard a loud snoring sound coming from the NFIF cuddle sesh, and at first assumed it was Raphael. It was so bombastic and deeply gargled, it had to have been! Imagine his surprise when he leaned over and instead found the noise coming from Donatello, his mouth wide open with a trail of drool dripping off his chin and soaking his plastron.

And then there was Leon, who'd claimed a beanbag chair with a blanket by the side. He'd chosen his quiet little corner of the pile for the same reason Karai had picked the reclining sofa chair. He'd wanted to make sure he could get a good look at everybody --

Wait a minute, someone was missing. There was an empty space between NFIF Donnie and UIFY Mikey, a lone katana resting where its owner had been previously.

Leon was about to get up and investigate where his alternate counterpart went, when the door to their private room opened with a soft click, and in walked the missing NFIF member, wearing a deep blue hoodie and carrying several bags of snacks and gifts for everyone. He'd been hoping to sneak in without being seen. Immediately he and Leon locked eyes, NFIF Leo's face falling as his mind frantically searched for an excuse.

"Leonardo," Leon greeted with a smirk.

"Leon," Leonardo replied.

The two stared at each other for an awkward three seconds.

"I won't say anything," Leon assured him with a smile.

Leonardo huffed with relief.

"Thanks. I just needed to get out for a bit. I felt like I was asleep the whole time with Audrey III. I wasn't really in the mood to sleep anymore, y'know?"

Leon nodded.

"What'dya get?" he asked, pointing to the bags and boxes Leonardo was holding.

"Oh, just some stuff. I got some fries while I was out," he said, showing the to-go bag from a fast food stand he'd found. "And I found this pretzel stand; I got some in yellow and dark yellow for Don-a-Tron. Figured he might like 'em. Oh, and I got something for you," he added, showing him all the snackfoods he'd picked up on his private little excursion.

Leon eyed the other gifts.

In a past life, he would have rooted through them all and taken anything that looked interesting or valuable... they wouldn't have noticed a small thing missing or one less of a baked good, there were so many bags and boxes.

"How long have you been gone?" Leon asked.

"Maybe an hour or two," Leonardo winced. "I got distracted by a few friends. Oh, by the way, Ghost says hi."

Leon smiled.

"How is the old softie?"

"Pretty good. He's hovering over that human Donnie."

"He's still here?" Leon asked, surprised by the fact.

"Yep!"

"Good. I wanted to see him again."

"Get in line. I overheard Miguel and Raph trying to bribe each other for who got to spend time with him first."

"Why not go together?"

"I guess they didn't wanna overwhelm him. The guy seems kind of on edge. But he starting to relax, and Ghost is watching him."

Leon smiled.

"He really is an old softie..."

Leonardo chuckled as he leaned against the table, taking out one of the donuts he'd gotten.

"I also ran into the Void Brothers. They were--"

"Pleasant and charming as always?"

Leonardo choked on his donut.

"No, no, they... they were surprisingly understanding. Although I'm glad it was me they ran into, instead of Donnie or Raph. I think they're still a little sore about everything... I can't blame them," he chuckled softly. "Funny. Usually, it's me that gets on the wrong peoples' nerves..."

Leon looked at him, wondering.

"...Can I ask you a kind of... weird question?"

Leonardo shrugged.

"Go ahead."

"Does it ever get any easier?"

Leo blinked.

"Does... what ever get easier?"

"This. Life. Dealing with all the stuff that comes with being 'us'."

Leonardo thought about it.

"That's... a tough question. I mean, nobody ever said life would get 'easier'. But it does get better."

"What's the difference?"

"Well, take a look at yourself. You're a pickpocket, right? No disrespect, it's a pretty cool trick to have, and useful for a ninja -- but how did you learn to do that? I bet it wasn't easy at first."

"No," Leon answered, cringing at the memories of how he'd gotten caught with his hands in different strangers' purses and wallets, the claps on the ears and the belt-shaped welts he got that made certain he couldn't sit down for a week afterwards.

"But with time, you got better," Leonardo pointed out. "And that's how life is. If I'm being totally honest, life tends to get tougher and tougher the longer you live. Some things get easier with practice, but there's always gonna be new challenges to face. A story never really ends, there's always gonna be a sequel, a new beginning, a new ending, a new after-credits scene --"

"Oh no, not more pop culture references..." Leon groaned.

"-- But even with the difficulties, it gets better. And again, take a look at yourself -- look at your family. You've been through a lot, and though it was tough at first, you guys seem pretty close."

Leon smiled as he looked down at his brothers and sisters -- Mikey snuggled deeply in his little kingdom of comfiness, DvD 'protecting' him as Raph and April kept each other pacified in their sleep, while he and Karai stood watch over them all, and even little Artemesia slumbering peacefully in his lap. They certainly had been through a lot... but Leon had to admit this moment was more than worth all of the pain it took to get here.

"...Can I ask another question?"

"Sure."

"Does the Curse ever go away?"

"Curse? What curse??"

"The Curse of Leo."

Leonardo was taken aback. Was this another little lore drop? Did this Leo have some weird magic spell on him or something??

"I ask again, what curse??"

"Y'know, the part of us that always gets us into trouble, no matter what we do. How we always get the worst of it, always lose what matters, always hurt the people closest to us... how we always do it to ourselves. The Curse of Leo. We all seem to have it."

"Oh. THAT curse..."

Leonardo sighed.

"Hmm. Eeoough, boyyyy... I honestly don't know that much about curses. That would be up for Angelo or Dr-- um, 'Barry'. But anyways, if there is a curse, I think it might be coupled with something else."

"Like what?"

"The Blessing of Leo. No matter how many times we screw it up, no matter what we do to antagonize our family or the mistakes we make -- even to the point where we might doom all of humanity because of our pride and pigheadedness -- our family will still do anything for us. Even rip a hole through time and space just to reach us. Because they love us."

Leon got the sneaking suspicion that he was speaking from experience...

"...The Blessing of Leo, huh?"

"You'd be surprised."

"Maybe. Okay, one last question."

"Fire away."

"How'd you get out of here without waking anybody?"

Leonardo smiled. He pointed to his spot on the bed, where a lone katana filled his space. He held the sword's twin in his hand. Leonardo placed a finger to his lips, and with a wink --

He reappeared in a small flash, cozy in his bedspace. Donnie subconsciously realized that someone he loved was close; he made a few sporadic snorting sounds before nuzzling his face closer to his twin. Angelo and Raph also scooched in closer. Even Michael reached his fingers over to touch what was undoubtedly his newest adopted brother.

Leon just stared, jaw dropped.

"How'd you do that?!" he whisper shouted.

"A magician never reveals his secrets!" Leo chuckled, taking Dee's hand and holding it close.

"Ya think I'll ever learn to do that?" Leon asked.

"That depends. Can you do any kind of magic?"

Leon smiled.

"You tell me," He said as he leaned across the NFIF team, reaching behind Leo's ear and pulling out the coin he'd 'given' him and Michael at their first meeting.

Leo gaped for a second, before laughing, almost waking the others.

"When did ya learn how to do that?" he asked.

Leon leaned back, tossing the coin to its rightful owner.

"Not until I found you."

The end.

For now..

[alder-saan]

Dottie: you reciprocated my kiss.

Peggy: that doesn't mean anything! I'm not gay!

Dottie: ...

Peggy: Ok, I'm attracted to you the way a woman is attracted to a man.

Dottie: ...

Peggy: But I'm not gay!

Angie: And the night you spent in my bed?

Peggy: It was a sleepover. Nothing gay in that.

Angie: You came on my fingers.

Peggy: Yeah, but I'm not gay.

Angie: ...

Dottie: ...

[theamityelf]

Can we get more Naeouma content, please? 🥺

This came at a great time, because (as someone who read Sisters Grimm as a kid) I was just reflecting on how I don't see enough of the trope where the ship is inconveniently handcuffed together.

Maybe a situation in the AU where Makoto is in V3 (the one where Kaede and Shuichi are both still there but Kiibo isn't) where Himiko has functioning non-trick handcuffs in her lab and uses them on Makoto and Kokichi because Kokichi keeps getting up to mischief and 1. Who better to keep an eye on him than his boyfriend? + 2. He would have a hard time getting in and out of trouble while lugging around Makoto's weight.

Kokichi probably immediately bursts into tears like "Oh no! We're trapped forever! Everyone knows Himiko doesn't know how to unlock these things!" And kind of carries on like that.

Through sheer force of insult, he almost gets her to "prove" she can unlock them, but Angie or Tenko points out the ruse. I'm going to say Angie, since I already mentioned that she feels hurt and betrayed by Makoto not being on her side in Chapter 3; this is her way of punishing him, while also genuinely wanting someone to keep an eye on Kokichi. (Before I got this ask, I was thinking about the handcuffed-together trope being used for Angie to keep an eye on Maki by handcuffing them together; she means it as a safety measure so Maki can't get away with killing anyone, but I mean it for Harunaga purposes. Honestly, could still happen, but it's not the focus now, lol.)

Once it's clear that the "student council" isn't yielding on the matter of leaving Kokichi handcuffed to Makoto (despite everyone else protesting on their behalf, and even Tsumugi mentioning that the bathroom situation is going to be tough), Kokichi drops the theatrics and pretty much goes:

"Oh well. Your place or mine?"

"What?" Makoto says.

"We can't sleep in two rooms at once. Your place or mine?" (He's doing his arms-crossed-behind-his-head sprite, which means Makoto's hand is just awkwardly lifted with his.)

"Oh! Uh, we can sleep in your room, if-"

"Great! Your place it is!" (Yeah, Kokichi's not letting Makoto see his elaborate conspiracy board and hoarded evidence.) "I'm so excited! I haven't had a sleepover with my boyfriend in forever!"

And they just spend all of Chapter 3 handcuffed together.

[fantasy-relax]

Brainrot about Cassandra Part 2.

Be a gentleman with Cassandra and court her. Show support and help her to sleep more.

Tell alcina that she is an humongous bitch with the maternal abilities of a coconut.

Burn alcina secret artsy room. (Blame someone else if possible if not laugh at her face and square up)

You didn't know about all the drama behind the play.

Well, not Cassandra version of it, you hear about some girls abandoning the show and trying to take the spotlight away from the diva but rumors got twisted and you don't cared enough to find the truth, Cassandra reputation don't help her at all, the playgirl, the drama queen, the sister that left Daniela behind.

But now with this new information, the guilt in your chest grow bigger. She was doing her best to make her dreams come true, she was hard working, she is a perfectionist, she was creative, she was passionate, she had her sense of self so tied to fame and glory that even the tiniest insinuation of failure would throw her through a spiral of despair.

You really wanted to burn alcina art room. You still remember the first time you did it after Daniela told you about her relation to the art professor.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"

You just laughed at her face.

'You burn down your daughter love and respect it seems fitting the same to happen to this precious room of yours"

You squared up.

'You are just a humongous bitch with the maternal abilities of a coconut'

Punch and duck

"Pathetic woman"

Punch, back up, duck.

"what are you without you so beloved art?"

Ouch, it seems like this loop will end soon.

"Because you are no mother"

You spit blood at her face.

"But you already know that, don't you Alcina?"

Another thing was, the absolute horny bastards that never seemed to leave her alone. She buys a lot of flowers as a apology, and she nows about the significance of every one.

Did she even have been courted properly? All you heared was about her flings and the broken hearts that she leaves at her trail.

But if you asked what the so pitiful victims loved about her..

"you really need to open your eyes, She is hot as hell! "

"Ritchy and bitchy, baby"

"Her tongue is not only good for monologuing"

And so on.

You make a decision, you would make this loop the best for Cassandra. You would talk with her any moment of the day, bring her favorite coffee and snacks, help her with the planning and everything else.

After talking with Daniela and Angie, you bring her to your movie nights.

"just don't flirt with Angie, okay? It makes her uncomfortable"

It was fun and you could feel Dani vibrating in her place full of happiness.

One day there was rain so she have to stay the night with you three.

"You can sleep in my room! It will be like sleepover!"

Cassandra looked conflicted.

"it's okay Dani I can sleep in the couch"

"but"

"you kick when you sleep"

"it's not True!"

"Sorry bestie but you do it also you snore like a motor boat"

"Angie!"

They were bickering, you got close to Cassandra.

"sleep in my room, I will take the couch"

"I told you I will be fine".

"Either you go to sleep or I throw you in the bed"

She got very quiet at that. She was blushing?

".. Okay"

Later in the night, you wake up to the sound of movement in the kitchen. It seems Cassandra wanted a midnight snack.

"have the munchies?"

"UHm, don't scare me like that!, and no. I can't sleep so I making coffee"

"you can't sleep"

"Yes"

"So you're making coffee"

"exactly"

You look at her for a moment, then move to turn off the stove.

"hey! What do you th-Eh?!"

You pick her like a sack of potatoes, lucky the door of your room was open you throw her in the bed.

"Sleep you caffeine maniac"

"..."

Maybe she wanted cuddles? Your tired brain helpfully supply you.

"do you want me to sleep with you?"

"ah" she look it disappointed "of course that was you wanted"

You were far to tired to analyze that. You got in the bed put your hand in her waist and hug her like a teddy bear close to your chest.

"oh" there was something in her voice that you couldn't identify before falling asleep.

The screaming woke you up, startled you look at Cassandra, you put her above you palming her back softly trying to wake her gently.

She was distressed when she did it. It took her moment to understand what happened.

"I'm sorry, I- I can't control it"

Her face was full of shame. So this was the reason. You sigh and kissed her head, your arms still around her.

"A little of sleep it's better than nothing"

You close your eyes.

"Try to sleep again, I will be right here with you, little star"

Closing your eyes you don't see the tears on hers. You feel her move on top of you before making herself comfortable. You feel the sleep win again, you barely hear her voice say something but you couldn't understand anymore.

"You make my dreams come true, My Romeo"