#so I thought I'd try to do makeup in a way that was more fun (for me)

[thatonebabybat]

Being Masc & Goth

This blog usually isn't fashion-focused, but I was thinking about alt fashion and how it's sometimes a struggle to figure out how to style things in a masc way if you're interested in darkalt fashion, but you don't want to go too casual or basic with it. So I thought I'd throw together some tips, link some DIYs, and maybe throw in a few moodboards. I want to preface this with one thing: You do NOT have to adhere to traditional gender roles. Fuck anyone who tells you that you do. If you're a guy and you want to get into alt fashion don't let anyone tell you that you can't pull off a skirt or a dress or a strappy top. Literally the whole point of being alt is Doing Whatever The Hell You Want Forever. However, not everyone feels comfortable in that (I made this post because I'm transmasc and sometimes the long gothic dresses make me dysphoric), and not everyone is safe to do that ( as much as it sucks ass, if you live in a conservative area sometimes it can be genuinely dangerous for guys to wear makeup and dresses in public, and your safety should always come first), so I thought I'd lay out some tips on how to dress alt and masc from my own experience. I'm still learning so feel free to leave your own advice in the replies or reblogs! General Styling Tips: - Jackets. Jackets, jackets, jackets. Something about a big jacket always seems to give an outfit a more masc energy, and adding a cool jacket to an outfit can be a great way to elevate it and add some extra visual interest. I like black blazers, leather jackets, and black denim jackets in particular, but vests (formal menswear ones or more casual denim or leather ones) can work well too, especially in hot weather. - Any basic black pair of jeans will look 100x more alt if you loosely attach some chains to the pockets or belt loops. Also, pants with wider legs tend to look more masc than tighter fits. not sure why. Slacks can also be a really good and underrated option. - If you want to find good headwear, cool sunglasses have never failed me. You may be able to take some inspiration from Ouji fashion as well, but that's just my personal taste. - If you have a basic piece around, you can add pins, patches, safety pins, etc for a more casual look, or if you're going for something more formal, trims and lace details and embroidery can really add interest and elegance to it. (if you can't sew, you can order iron-on embroidered patches online or find them in craft stores that'll do the trick just fine.) This can take your pair of slacks or plain black blazer and turn it into a piece of formal gothic menswear you can make a staple of your wardrobe. - Find inspiration in your favorite goth artists. There's a lot of really cool goth music out there and a lot of those bands get really innovative with their looks! Figure out what you like about their style and try incorporating a few things in, it's fun! - If you have an alt wardrobe already but it just seems like something's missing or it could use some interest, try switching up the silhouettes or adding an extra layer! Seriously, don't be scared of playing with textures and sleeve shapes! I see a lot of dudes who just wear a band tee and a pair of jeans all the time, and there's absolutely nothing wrong with that, that can be a great look! But I think a lot of dudes just genuinely think that that's their only option and that everything else just "wasn't made for them" and that makes me a little sad. shred up some shirts and layer them, wear some bell sleeves, throw some extra safety pins or studs on, have fun! No one said masc fashion couldn't be fun. Unisex/Masc DIY Videos I Found:

... And Some Inspiration!

[These are all goth music artists, I wrote the band/artist names in small text on the images that were not already watermarked for those who are curious]

[snowy-vee]

BBM BABY

n/a: This is just a writing test! Trying to write more things and to get motivated again, Uni is kicking my ass :'( Enjoy idk know how to classify it, maybe...

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Secret relationship meets commitment issues> Ellie Williams x fem!reader

You were late.

Very late.

As usual.

You finally started breathing at a normal pace once you entered the bar and found your friends' table. You greeted everybody with a 'hi' as you took out your little mirror to see if your makeup looked good or if it was smudged all over your face.

“You look good,” Dina said, passing you your drink of choice, a large glass of rum and cola. “I thought you weren't going to make it.”

“Yeah, I had to wait until my mother left for her night shift at the hospital, and I missed the last bus to come to this side of town, so I had to walk all the way here.”

“That was dangerous. You should've called us to pick you up,” Jesse said, drinking his beer. Dina nodded, agreeing with him.

“And risk my nosy neighbors seeing me and telling my mother? No way,” you said, taking a long sip of your drink and letting out a refreshing sigh at how good it tasted. “Besides, you can take me back.”

You looked at Ellie, who was wearing a black t-shirt and her casual jeans. She raised her eyebrows. “And when did I agree to that?”

“Come on, Ellie, take her back home! Jesse and I are not going home after this, we have plans,” Dina said, exchanging a playful glance with her boyfriend. You gagged, hitting her on the shoulder. “We need privacy! I don’t think I'd enjoy having her or anybody watching us.”

“I... First of all, why do we need to know that after this you two will...?” Ellie said, with a disgusted look, finishing the rest of her soda in one go. Dina shrugged, rolling her eyes and mumbling 'as if you wouldn’t love it’.

“That’s right, babe. Ellie can get jealous; she barely gets any action these months, let’s not rub it,” Jesse said teasingly, making Dina and you laugh as you looked at Ellie.

She locked eyes with you, and your laughter ceased. “Oh, I do get action. In fact, I'm having a lot lately.”

“With who?” you asked, momentarily looking at her hand on your thigh. Obviously, because of the table, Dina and Jesse couldn't see that.

“I don’t kiss and tell,” she said, smirking. You broke eye contact, finishing your drink.

“My girl, that’s some gentlewoman shit,” Jesse said, raising his hand, waiting for Ellie to dap him up, which they did.

“Whatever, let’s dance. I love this song,” Dina said, getting up and grabbing Jesse’s hand to go to the dancefloor with the rest of the people dancing. She was truly a party girl; she couldn’t be in a place without having fun and shaking her hips a little.

“You did not answer my question,” Ellie said, her hand moving up and down your thigh, and your furrowed eyebrows made a playful smirk appear on her face. “Not funny.”

“With who else? Aren’t you my girl?”

“I better be the only one.”

You two were now whispering while looking around. Yep, you two were in a relationship, a private and very secret one. Not even your best friends could know about it.

It wasn’t because they wouldn’t approve or because you two were complete opposites, but because of how your mom and dad would react. Having strict parents was not for the weak, and you knew that if they found out about you sneaking out for some parties, the punishment would be something light, maybe being grounded for months without your phone and you could maybe negotiate with some good grades, but having a partner? That was off the table. And being a girl? You had zero idea if your parents were homophobic; you guys never talked about it, and they never made negative comments about the community.

But if the girl was Ellie Williams, that was a problem, yes or yes, because your dad and Joel seemed to hate each other to death. You did not want to think about how they would ship you off to one of your aunties' houses just to keep you away from her.

Believe that you tried to not feel attracted to her, just keep a casual and civil friendship for the sake of the group. A little bit impossible when she smiled at you, when she grabbed your hand, when she kissed you the first time on the couch of her garage after a blunt session…

“Bathroom break?” she asked, getting up and walking to the bathroom first. You waited a couple of seconds, smiling toward Dina when she looked at you and waved for you to come dance. You shook your head, muttering ‘Bathroom,’ as you got up and went to it.

Soon, Ellie’s hands were around your waist, and her lips smashed into yours; she missed you. This week your mom worked day shifts, so the time you were at school, she was working, and the time you got out, she did too, so there was no time for Ellie to enter your bedroom from your window and have a little moment. And school was a risk with all the gossiping people around.

This was the first kiss you two shared in a week, and it was Saturday, so it wasn’t shocking for you how needy her hands felt caressing your torso; it made you happy. “Can I eat you out later in the car?”

“Ellie!” you couldn’t believe that she broke the kiss and looked you dead in the eyes just to say that. You started laughing. “…yes.”

“I bet you’ve been touching yourself with that image I sent you Tuesday,” you rolled your eyes at her cocky tone and nodded shamelessly.

“I’m sure you’ve done the same with the one I sent.”

“Uh, yes, ma’am… Are you wearing the same blue bra?” Her eyes drifted to your chest; you were wearing a white and blue polo shirt buttoned up, but it was tight, so it made that area pop.

“Just how you asked me to.” With a big proud smile, you lifted her chin and pulled her face up to kiss her again. She started walking towards the sinks, making you sit on one of them once your low back touched it, your legs wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer while her hands were undoing the buttons of your top.

The voice of Dina singing in the hall close to the bathroom made you break the moment and push Ellie into the closest stall. “What the heck-”

“Shh, hide!” You closed the door and quickly pretended as if you were cleaning your hands.

Dina entered the bathroom, going straight to a stall. “This bar is getting lame; I’m ready to leave.”

Her voice sounded a little bit more drunk than it did when you arrived. In less than five minutes, she was finished, and now she washed her hands beside you. She looked at you and through the mirror pointed at your polo shirt.

“It is hot in here; you should have worn something with less fabric,” she simply commented.

“Yeah.” You smacked your lips, making a soft ‘pop’ sound, awkwardly looking around. “If you are ready, then I'm ready to leave too.”

“Yes, let’s hang out more tomorrow in Ellie’s garage.”

“I don’t think I can make it, but Ellie knows that you are planning on going?”

“She’s Ellie, she’s cool with that. If you were less awkward with her, you would know; she does not bite.”

‘Oh, yes, she does,’ you thought, looking at the stall she was in. Dina finished freshening up and grabbed your hand, leading you out of the bar to Jesse’s car.

“Els must be around here smoking. She will take you home; you know her car.” She hugged you and kissed your cheeks before getting in the car, waving goodbye.

Part of you couldn’t believe that she just left you there, even if Ellie was with you, but the other part understood; you also wanted to have intimacy with your lover. Talking about the queen of Rome, she came out of the bar with her car keys in her hands.

“Are they gone?” You nodded, opening the car door after she unlocked it. “Do you want to go to your house? I mean, your mom is not there, and your dad is on the road…”

“I hate when you sleep there and then you have to leave so early so we won’t get caught. I feel guilty. Pass.” You were in the back seat, undressing yourself, revealing the new blue underwear set that she had been waiting to see in person. “Now, drive to some place in these woods and make your wish come true.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Ellie put her seatbelt on, and she drove away from the bar and deeper into the forest. As soon as she parked, she threw herself into the back seat, causing you to burst into laughter.

“I like you so much.” You whispered, brushing your noses and giving her a peck on the lips.

“I love you.”

Before you could understand or digest what she said, she was kissing you with so much lust and passion that you thought you heard wrong. There was no way that she just said the L word like it was nothing; maybe it was the heat of the moment, yeah…

[izombie-ao3]

❝ You recount the days where DogDay displayed dog-like behavior. ❞ (x)

Art in title card created and owned by @dogddays

Word count: 8,260

Tags: fluff, domestic fluff, All characters are written as ADULTS, Dog-like behaviors, ghosts and spectral beings, romantic fluff, platonic fluff, chapters can be read as being either romantic or platonic, angst, minor angst

Chapters: 26/26

Status: Completed

Chapter 1: Head Tilts

Sitting comfortably at the living room coffee table, you helped Poppy with her makeup. You were particularly proud of yourself as you had finally found porcelain safe paint, and with it you decided that she could use a new touch up.

She sat comfortably before you, her eyes were shut as you painted some eyeliner on her. You were thankful that the paint you had bought was quick to dry, as you both knew that neither of you wanted to sit here for hours to watch it dry.

“How's that look, Poppy?” You asked, extending a hand mirror to her.

You watched as she examined your work, she had a slight cat eye liner on either eyelid, which, whenever her eyes opened helped to accentuate those baby blues of hers.

“It looks beautiful~!” She gasped, a sound of pure delight leaving her lips.

You smiled, happy to hear that she was satisfied with your work.

“Alright, how about…-” you paused, examine the remaining paint vials. “-we do your nails?” You offered.

“Ooh! I've never had my nails painted before, sure!”

You nod, “What color do you want them to be? We have-...”

Poppy listened as your voice trailed off, listing the remaining colors that were left: black, blue, red, orange, pink, maroon and purple.

You watched as she frowned before turning to you, “Do I have to choose just one?”

You cocked a brow back, “Who said it had to be just ONE?”

Poppy giggled, “I'd like Red, Black and blue. Please!”

“Coming right up!”

As you worked on Poppy’s small nails, you two heard the sounds of heavy footsteps approaching.

You couldn't spare a glance up as you worked so you spoke up; “Kissy?”

“No, it's just me, Angel.” Replied DogDay

You nodded, “Ah! Welcome back, how was laying outside in the sun like?”

“Warm~” He cooed, a lazy grin decorated his lips.

You nodded, “I'm glad…” and felt your voice trail off slightly as you focused on painting Poppy's nails just how she liked it.

DogDay approached the two of you, his head was tilted to the side curiously, “What're you two doing?”

“Painting my nails~” gleamed Poppy.

DogDay quietly watched on, his eyes watching as your skillful fingers decorated her impossibly small nails.

“That… looks like fun.”

“It is!” Exclaimed Poppy, “You should try it!”

“Unfortunately he can't, Poppy”

“Why not?”

You pause your work and motion to his hands, “He doesn't have nails”

DogDay looks down at his hands and takes notice of that fact, his brain brings back faint memory of his companions- The Smiling Critters- and how, out of all of them, there were only two with claws and that was Bobby Bearhug and CatNap.

“That's fine-” Poppy's voice pries DogDay from his thoughts, forcing him to look back at the two of you.

“-we can just get him a shiny new collar! Something with his name and a new brighter sun on it.” She suggests.

DogDay watches as Poppy analyzes her now dry nails, she seems quite satisfied.

You turn to DogDay, with an eyebrow raised in question.

“That depends on you, pup.” You tell him, “I won't buy you one if you won't wear it.”

You watch as he takes a moment to think it over, his head leaning to the side just as before.

“I think…” he paused briefly, “I think I'd like that.”

“You sure?”

He nods, “It would be a great way to celebrate my new life.” He offers and you nod, smiling softly.

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Chapter 2: Showing teeth

“{Grrrr…}”

He growled, the noise was low and quite intimidating, especially given the size of the creature of which said noise emitted from.

But you knew him better than anyone else, this was nothing more than just a show.

He's all bark and no bite, especially not for you.

“Don't you DARE growl at ME, mister!!” You exclaimed, “You fucking stink!! You need to be cleaned!”

You watched as Kissy Missy approached him with an apprehensive step forward. On one hand she had a comically large sponge and in the other a bucket of soapy water.

DogDay took yet another step back and reared himself up to appear bigger despite being on all fours.

“{Grrrr!!!}”

The growl that came out from his throat was much deeper now, and the two of you watched as he bared his teeth at you both.

Kissy took a step back and growled in return as if to tell him to ‘back off!’.

You couldn't help but facepalm and sigh frustratedly into your hand.

“DogDay- Oskar- PLEASE-!!” You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration, “-just let us clean you and get this over with and I promise you'll get treats.”

You watch as he momentarily lets down his guard, his tail twitching slightly as it wags for a moment before returning back to normal.

“Movie night.” You hear him declare.

“What?” You ask, confused, “What did y-?”

“Movie night-” he parrots, “-and I get to choose.”

You sigh, nodding, “Okay…”

“And-” he starts again, but you watch as he hesitates for a moment, pausing for a moment.

“And?” You egg him on.

“Aaand…” he paused briefly, “...treats?”

You nod, “Yes, you'll get whatever treat you want; belly rubs, snacks, cuddles- you name it. BUT FIRST-” you motion to your own sponge and bucket of soapy water, “-you HAVE to get cleaned. You are NOT tracking anymore mud throughout the house!!”

Behind DogDay lays the chaotic wake of giant mud stains on the hardwood cabin floor. Poppy is not far behind, standing atop a nearby stool looking at the large cabin with a disapproving shake of the head.

“This place is a whole mess, now!” She whined

“Yes, and Kissy and I are going to have to clean it up!!”

You watched as Kissy nodded alongside you, the sounds of a disapproving growl leaving her.

You watched as DogDay finally approached you two, hopping into the bathtub with his tail tucked between his legs.

“Make it quick?” He asked

“Oh no, sir, we're taking our sweet ass time getting you cleaned.” You added.

DogDay watched with a frown as Kissy Missy seemingly ‘giggled’, a playful hand placed over her lips in response to your comment.

And with that DogDay couldn't help but let out a frustrated huff as he felt the still warm soapy water splash down onto him, turning him sopping wet as you two worked diligently at getting him cleaned…

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Chapter 3: Biting

You watched from your place on the grass as Kissy Missy held the large heavy rope of twine in her hands steady as the large canid at her feet bit down on it hard.

You could hear him growl as Kissy Missy tried to shake the rope loose from his grasp.

In doing so, she would on occasion, raise the rope over his head and hold it there as DogDay held on, his front paws lifted up in the air as he sat on his hind legs, clinging on.

You heard Poppy snort beside you, “He really is just like a dog, isn't he?” You roll your eyes and glance over to her.

“What?!” She giggled

“Seriously?” You chuckle, motioning to him, “It's in his name, Poppy”

You watched as she burst out in a small fit of laughter and you could help but shake your head, as an amused smile formed on your lips.

Turning back to the scene from before, you now watched as Kissy Missy dragged DogDay around by the end of the rope as the other lazily clung on by the teeth.

It would seem that at some point, DogDay had lost all strength to hold on as he soon let go and was left on the grass panting, his tail wagging at a million miles per hour as he stared at Kissy Missy.

You watched your large pink furred friend clap her hands in glee as she approached the large canid and rubbed his face and belly. Practically praising him for holding on for so long.

“I didn’t know you liked tug of war, sweetheart.” You commented, watching as DogDay turned to face you.

“It’s fun!!” He panted out, clearly tired out from all the energy he had spent.

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Chapter 4:

And learn she did, though it was difficult at first for her to understand the keys, she soon began to get a hang of it and once she’d gotten a firm grasp on how to play the child sized wooden piano, she would grace your ears with songs all too familiar from your childhood.

“🎼♩♪ ♩ ♩ ♩ ♩ ♭ ♩ ♩ ♭ ♩ ♩ ♭…”

It would seem that this time it was “London Bridge is Falling Down” to shine in the spotlight.

You sat comfortably some ways away from Poppy on the couch reading a book with DogDay’s head resting on your lap, currently he was knocked out, resting after a long day.

Kissy Missy sat across from you on the floor, currently solving one of your one hundred puzzle piece puzzles, she had gotten about halfway with it.

The more that Poppy played, the more you felt DogDay stir beneath you, thinking it was a nightmare you pet him, massaging his scalp with the pads of your fingers. Silently hoping that the gesture was enough to calm him.

When out of the blue, a low sound that steadily rose in pitch emitted from DogDay.

“{OoOoOooOooOooOooo!}”

A howl! It was a howl! He was howling!

Surprised by the sudden revelation, you checked to see if he was sleeping but was greeted by a lazy smile.

You chuckled as you kissed the top of his head and listened as he continued on with his howling.

“Are you singing along to Poppy’s playing?”

The thumping of his tail wag made your answer clear.

Poppy on the other hand didn’t seem to mind as you watched her play with more vigor, her graceful porcelain hands glided across the miniature piano with the same expertise as someone who’d been playing for their whole life.

You watched as Kissy Missy momentarily stopped what she was doing to sit back and listen on, her head softly bobbing to the tune.

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Chapter 5: Flicking Ears

So, while Poppy and Kissy Missy had a ‘girls night in’ in their respective shared bedroom with snacks and movies, you spent your evening with DogDay in the living room. The plan has been to watch whatever show or movie the other hadn’t seen when suddenly the power had cut off.

You sat in the dark staring at your cellphone’s screen, unbeknownst to him, you were typing away at one of your forgotten fictional works. Surely you could get something done until the light came back on?

DogDay on the other hand was sat by your feet, eyes glued onto the window outside as he watched the rain pour down heavily. The sounds of distant thunder tearing the sky asunder as flashes of light would occasionally appear.

When suddenly, DogDay’s headshot up, surprised by the act you watched him carefully.

His ears twitched on either side of his head, flicking to and fro, it looked like he was trying to listen for something.

“Whatcha hearing, pup?” You called out

“Shhh…” he silenced, you watched as his expression changed to one of pure concentration.

Intrigued, you put down your cell phone and continued to watch him follow the inaudible sound that only he could hear. Ears twitching as his head tilted, he was trying to locate its source.

When suddenly, it looks like he nearly jumps out of his skin as he turns to face you.

You stare at him with a bewildered look.

“Wh-?”

“Him!” Was all he offered, DogDay climbed on top of you, his eyes laser focused on what was behind you.

You turned to see what it could be and saw nothing more than your fireplace mantle and the two large urns that held your parents' ashen remains, as well as their pictures on either side.

“Dad?” You asked, turning back to DogDay, “Was it dad?”

You watch him nod, “He was saying something… I couldn’t catch just what it was but I saw him when I turned around.”

“Is he there now?” You ask, curious.

DogDay seems to hesitate for a moment, his eyes flicking to something before meeting yours once more.

He nods.

You sigh and turn around, “Dad, leave him be, he’s being good!” You muse, reprimanding the empty air.

When you turn back around to face DogDay you give him a pet on the head, “My dad was always the joker of the family- as my mom used to say- he was probably just messing with you.” You inform him, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure he doesn’t misbehave.” You jest, glaring back at the urn before laughing at the whole situation.

You watch as DogDay nods, nuzzling into your touch before glancing back up at the mantle, he catches a brief glimpse of the same man from the picture giving him a wink before waving goodbye, the figure dematerializing into thin air.

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[runningfrom2am]

leveling the playing field XIII

summary: with nowhere else to go after getting caught cheating to help lucy gray, you both make some desperately stupid decisions.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 4.2k

tags/warnings: capitol brat!reader, maybe slightly ooc coryo, idk i tried my best. do they love each other or hate each other? who knows (we do, kind of). implications and mentions of abuse, so read with caution!! also a little bit of swearing but that's neither here nor there. oh, and manipulation (both of them lowkey)

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You think you might die from this heat. The ice bag that Coryo brought you only lasted so long, especially when you shared it with the covey, which cut its window of efficacy in half. Both of you trailed behind everyone on the way to the lake, besides for Maude Ivory who found a very comfortable spot on Coryo's back. You should have thought to buy her some new shoes before the several-hour hike, but you didn't think that would be of consequence.

"How is Sejanus?" You ask, making conversation as you wipe the sweat from your brow. You'd like to gauge if Coryo knew anything more about your mutual friend's habit of hanging around with the wrong people.

"He's... yeah. He's fine." Coryo sighs, adjusting his hold on Maude Ivory's legs around his waist as he steps over a tree root.

"You don't sound so sure." You laugh, tilting your head up at him.

The bruise on your cheek wasn't red anymore, now healing into a yellowish hue that Coryo could hardly tear his eyes away from. He wishes you were still in the habit of wearing makeup every day, then he wouldn't have to stare down the result of his failure every time he looked at you. He shakes his head. "Well, I'll tell you about it later."

You just nod, looking down at the ground in front of you to make sure you don't trip. Now it was your turn to wish that the two of you could talk about what's going on between you. Whatever Sejanus is up to with Billy Taupe reminded you that even though you're far away from the chains of the Capitol, you still weren't entirely free. Even if now it was just free of the prying ears of a little blonde girl who loved to talk. "If you could change one thing about your routine right now, what would it be?" You ask, looking up at him again and squinting at the sun as it breaks through the trees above you.

Coryo draws his head back for a moment, confusion washing over his features at the seemingly random question. "Uh, everything. Next question."

"Ah-ah," You shake your head, hair falling into your face which you quickly pull back again. "Only one thing."

"Okay, fine." He chuckles, shaking his head. "Um... not sure, honestly. Maybe I'd have more success trapping those damn Mockingjays." He grumbles, looking up into the treeline.

You laugh, rubbing over the mostly healed scratches on your arms. "Nothing yet, huh?" Up until the point that you forgave him, you had gone out every night for almost a week, having learned a better system for opening the traps that didn't result in them cutting up your arms with their claws. Not so much as a thank you from the birds that apparently could speak, until you had started to thank yourself every time you reached around the side of the traps to open the metal, just so they would echo it back to you. You knew it was crazy, but it had become a fun semblance of a normal routine.

"Not one. Hardly any Jabberjays either, we think someone was setting them free in the night, they were easier to trap at first." He replies, smiling at you despite his frustrations about it. He couldn't wait until they could catch enough for Dr. Kay so he could start shooting them instead. "Rebels, most likely."

"That's annoying." You laugh, trying to hide the nervousness in your tone. "Why would they care about some birds?" It was a stupid question to pose, to poke holes in his only theory when it didn't already point back to you.

"They're hardly more than animals themselves." He grumbles, shrugging. "No, actually, I'd probably spend more time with you, if I could." He changes his answer and effectively, the topic as well. At this, Maude Ivory lifts her head from his shoulder.

"Are you guys in love?" She asks, turning her head so she can look at you now.

"Oh, no." Your cheeks burn as you laugh, shaking your head. "It's complicated big kid business, Maude Ivory."

"That's enough." Coryo chuckles nervously, spinning her on his hip and carefully putting her down. "Go bother the others."

The girl giggles, walking backward in front of you with her shoes in her hand. "It's why, I love you, you're as pure as the driven-" She starts to sing a song you were writing with Lucy Gray, knowingly taunting you, but you're quick to cut her off.

"Hey! Don't!" You laugh quickly, pretending to push her forward so she'll run along. "They've got some thin walls in that house..." You chuckle quietly, avoiding his gaze as you watch her run up ahead.

After a few moments of silence, Coryo speaks again. "What about you? What would you change?"

"Can I be uncreative and say the same thing as you?" You ask, cheeks still red.

"Sure." He nods slightly, a small smile on his face.

"Great, because those birds are starting to get on my nerves." You joke, bumping your shoulder against his arm.

He smiles, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I hate you too."

"Oh, hush. You know I love you." You freeze up as soon as you say it, suddenly it holds a lot more weight to it than your typical friendly banter.

At that, Coryo drapes his arm over your shoulder with a satisfied smile, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

"Can you tell me about Sejanus, now?" You ask, head placed on Coryo's lap as you lay on the dock. You had been out of the water for a little while, now, utilizing the sun to dry your wet hair and skin.

He looks back up to the cabin, seeing Lucy Gray and the rest of the covey scattered and picking plants or lying in the grass. "Uh, he just keeps sneaking off, and I found a good bit of money in his locker, but he told me he was broke so... I don't know what he's up to."

You sigh. "I've seen him hanging around Billy Taupe a lot. They're a sketchy crowd in the nicest of terms."

"Well, he is district. It doesn't surprise me that he'd associate with them." Coryo explains, distracted in a weak attempt at braiding a small section of your hair.

"He's gonna get himself killed." You mutter, eyes closed to block out the sun. You couldn't tell Coriolanus about how you ran into Sejanus a couple of weeks ago, knowing he would ask questions about why you were out at that time too. It's easier to lie to Sejanus than to him.

"It's not our problem if we stay out of it." Coryo tries to ease your mind.

"We can't just stand by and watch, though. It'll eat my conscience alive if something were to happen to him."

Coriolanus looks down at you, watching your calm expression form into something resembling worry. He chews on the inside of his cheek and nods to himself. He would have to do something, if Sejanus ended up getting in some kind of trouble, the guilt of knowing without acting will kill you. "Okay. I'll figure something out. I'll get him to keep his distance." He promises.

Days had passed since that interaction, and Coriolanus is crippled by the fear that he made a horrible mistake. He got the full story from Sejanus, and it was worse than he pictured.

You liked Sejanus, at least you acted like it when he was around. Coriolanus could always see that the district-born boy meant something to you, even if it was unclear based on the way you spoke about him when he wasn't present. Him running off into the woods with a bunch of derelect rebels was far from a viable option, Coriolanus wouldn't have it. He couldn't risk your reaction knowing that he told you he would do something to intervene.

He needed to talk to you. You were the only one he could trust to tell about the Capitol-bound recording he sent off of Sejanus' confession, or the news that his family had been kicked out of their apartment back home. He wasn't even sure he wanted to tell you. Coryo had been fighting this internal battle for what felt like ages, so maybe he could just include the basics, leave out his actions, and let you lift some of the tensions from his shoulders by telling him it would be okay. That it would all be over soon, and that you're proud of him for passing his exam. He could get the two of you out of this dump by the end of next week, and he couldn't get you away fast enough.

Unfortunately for him, when he finally arrived at the Hob on his night off you were already on stage with the Covey. You were laughing, dancing and spinning, occasionally joining Maude Ivory on her hip drum while Lucy Gray sang. The crowd loved you, and you loved the attention. He'd be lying to himself if he tried to say he didn't love watching you so happy, but the timing was inconvenient at best.

Coryo found his usual spot against the wall, sitting down next to Sejanus. He wasn't about to let him out of his sight, not anymore.

"Give it up for our friends in the band!" He smiles at Maude Ivory's excessive spirit as she holds her arms out to encourage applause before her eyes lock on him. Her face lights up more, somehow, and he greets it with a nod.

She turns to you while music is slowly tuning out, and gives a slight tug on the bottom of your new dress. It had been scuffed up in your fight with Ash, but you had cleaned it up nicely- hardly a stitch was out of place.

You look down at the girl, who just gives a slight nod in the direction of the wall Coryo was sat against. "He's here, you gotta sing it now!" Maude Ivory says, loud enough so you could hear but not enough to be picked up by the mic behind her.

You look very briefly over at Coryo, shaking your head at her as your cheeks turn rosy. "He's never gonna hear it." You say, leaning down to her level. "Who even says its about him, huh?"

"You can't trick me, Sage." She giggles, pointing at your nose.

"C'mon, lets do it!" Lucy Gray chimes in encouragingly as you stand back up. "I'll play for you. All you gotta do is sing."

You roll your eyes playfully, shaking your head again. "No, I-"

"Now, welcome back for her second performance with us, Sage! She's gonna take us over for a minute here. I promise, y'all are in for a real treat." You're interrupted by Maude Ivory making the announcement for you. Internally you cuss, plastering on a nervous smile.

"It's beautiful, you gotta relax." Lucy Gray says in your ear, already adjusting her hold on her guitar. "If I can sing a breakup song to the whole country, you can sing a love song just to the folks in this room. C'mon." She smiles, nodding for you to take the mic as Maude Ivory bows you in.

You'd played this song a bunch back at the Covey's home after Lucy Gray caught you humming the abstract tune of a lullaby your mother used to sing to get you to sleep when you were little. You didn't remember a single word, but the melody was enough for her to recreate and embellish it into one of their songs, to which she insisted you help her write the words for.

Coryo is leaning forward, elbows rested on his knees as he watches you. From what he knew, you weren't much of a singer. The redness evenly spreading across your cheeks and nose in time with the intro music was evidence enough of that.

"Sing for us, sweetheart!" Someone from the crowd calls out, which is matched with whistles that force Coryo to sit up to try and get a look at who the hell is yelling at you. His jaw is seized until he hears your voice echoing through the large room, drawing his gaze back to you on the stage.

"I've taken some hits, so no wonder I'm wary. It's why I need you, you're as pure as the driven snow..."  You look over his way only briefly while you sing the first round of the chorus, trying not to let your voice catch from the nervousness still pumping through every inch of your body.

He knows it before you're finished, but the last word, the one you didn't let Maude Ivory get to on the way to the lake, makes his heart flip in his chest. The eye contact he made with you as you said his name was so heavy with everything you've ever wanted to say to one another but never had, and he completely swells with pride knowing that it was about him.

"Cold and clean, swirling over my skin..." The inclination, again, to shout to everyone that you were his girl was immense and overtaking. Just like the first time, but now he knew it for sure. He was positive."You cloak me, You soak right in, down to my heart."

By the time you render the final verse, his whole world has changed."It's why I trust you, you're as pure as the driven snow..."

I'm gonna marry her.

He's up as soon as the song is over, heading for the back of the stage as you take your bow. Your smile is wiped when you look up and he's no longer there, and neither is Sejanus. Worry pools in your insides as you scan the crowd, giving a rushed smile to Lucy Gray and Maude Ivory as you jump down. You hurry to the back of the stage, brow furrowed as you search for Coryo.

By some miracle, he's there. If you're not mistaken, he's got tears in his eyes as he strides up to you quickly, the stage lights leaking past the stage to illuminate him just enough. His pace and his intense expression only worry you more. "Is everything-" You ask frantically, only for your question to be disrupted by his actions.

Coryo takes a deep breath, and then, as soon as you're within reach, he cups your face in his hands and leans in. The world around you seems to fade as his lips meet yours in a passionate, long-awaited kiss.

Time stands still, and in that moment, everything falls into place. The worries that plagued him when he walked in completely dissolved as he felt your hair in between his fingers. When he finally pulls away, a small smile graces his face.

You're both breathing heavily as you stare at each other, and it's then that you realize he wasn't crying due to any kind of upset. He was crying because of you. With a smile so real that you could feel the sun on your back, even late at night in this dim building hundreds of miles from the comfort of your collective home.

"Coryo..." You say, smile fading as you regain perceptions of your real life.

"I know, and I have so much to tell you..." He grins, leaning down to kiss you again.

It was your turn to interrupt, pressing a hand to his chest to stop him in his tracks. Tracks you so desired to follow, wherever they may take you, but right now you had bigger concerns. "No, no it's... where is Sejanus?"

He pauses, and it's like the spell is broken as he straightens his posture, looking around as if Sejanus should be right there. "Uh... shit." He had completely forgotten about his friend as he fell under the trance of your voice, of the song you were singing to him.

You're quickly out from under his arms, walking back around the side of the stage to go look for your friend.

"Coryo-" You stop, and he's right on your heels as you turn back to him, pointing toward the back wall. "Go check the bar. Keep an eye out for Billy Taupe. Obviously. He's probably with him." You instruct and he nods to you quickly before beginning to push his way through all the drunk people in the crowd.

You try and scan the sea of faces, but you don't see Sejanus anywhere. The music the Covey is playing is loud, drowning out any hopes you had of being able to shout for the boy. You could follow Coryo in the search, but that would no doubt just waste time. You groan, pushing your hair back out of your face in frustration. You shouldn't have stopped Coryo from kissing you again, if Sejanus wants to be reckless you should just let him. The two of you already saved his life once, was that not enough for him?

You glance down the deserted hallway to your right, and then your feet are carrying you toward the back room in an instant. You turn the corner and push the sliding door open when you hear shouting coming from the other side. "What the fuck is going on?" You ask, eyes flitting between Sejanus, and the two other boys in the room, alongside a girl who who you vaguely recognize.

"Y/N?" Sejanus asks, turning back to you quickly.

"Y/N..." The girl mutters to herself, rolling the name around in her mind and on her tongue. You can see it in the way she's looking at you. You ignore it, eyes locked on your friend now.

"I told you to not get involved in things you shouldn't, didn't I? Didn't Coryo?" You scold him, gesturing to the door.

"It's not- I didn't know they were going to buy weapons! It's not what I wanted, they told me the money was only for supplies, that no one would get hurt!"

"These are supplies." Billy Taupe's friend, Spruce, replies.

"Why would you trust them!" You spit, pointing vaguely at the other people in the room.

"Listen, Princess-" Billy Taupe starts, a bitter taste to his tone just as the door slides open again. Coryo's frame is blocking your view of the boy in a second, tucking you carefully behind his back.

"Talk to me. Not her." He hisses, and you grab his arm. The feeling of his skin under your palms is comforting, warm, and tense in your grip. "What are you doing, guns, Sejanus?" He turns his attention to your classmate.

"Coriolanus, I didn't know this is what they would do, they lied to me-" Sejanus starts his pleads for help again on a separate set of ears.

Unsurprisingly, his response is almost identical to yours. "You thought they would be honest? What are you doing? There are peacekeepers right outside!"

"That's what I said." You mumble in exasperated agreement "Why did you even give them money at all?" You ask, hoping to get some answers.

"Sejanus wants to run off with these dimwits into the woods up north," Coryo explains to you.

"What?" You ask, shocked, looking past him at the boy you've known for years. The thought of never seeing him again pulls at your heartstrings in a way you're unfamiliar with. "You can't. Absolutely not."

"You're not my Ma, Y/N!" Sejanus spits.

"Wait, I know you." The girl cuts in, pointing at you. "You're that missing girl. From the Capitol. Y/N Y/L/N. My dad got a call about you!"

You freeze up at the accusation, biting your tongue as you look up at Coryo. A memory flashes in your mind, that's why you recognize her. She's the girl who Lucy Gray dropped a snake on in the reaping- the mayor's daughter. "Huh?" You ask, trying to look as confused as possible.

"Don't play dumb, we're past that." She scoffs and you just shake your head.

"Genuinely, don't know what you're talking about." You relax your posture, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Well," She sighs, shrugging sarcastically. "I'll go tell my dad where you are. Your family sure is missin' you..." She starts to take a few steps before the back exit and you clench your jaw at her smug smile. You want to rip the hair out of her head and throw her body in the lake to rot.

"Mayfair, you can't leave." Billy Taupe scolds her, grabbing her arm which she quickly yanks away.

"This is ridiculous and confusing, and you act like I don't see the way you still look at Lucy Gray! Why don't you take her with you instead, huh?"

"She is coming, isn't she?" Spruce asks, seeming just as confused as you in a completely opposite way.

"You were bringing Lucy Gray?!" Mayfair shouts, shaking her head at her (now presumably) ex-boyfriend.

"She said she wanted to come!" Billy Taupe defends and you laugh, shaking your head.

"Okay, so clearly there's some major communication issues in this gang of misfits you've found, Sejanus, so let's just go and leave them to it. It won't benefit you to be stuck in the wilderness with a bunch of starving idiots who will kill each other in a week if they get too lazy to hunt." You plead with him and he shakes his head at you.

"Y/N, wait-" Coryo says, looking back at you only briefly.

"Yeah, Capitol Princess is right. I'm out." Mayfair says, raising her hands in defeat and turning to leave. "You'll all hang for this!"

"This power trip you have about your father being the mayor pales in comparison to what my family has. You'll all be dead by the morning if you say a word." You tell her, voice calm as she freezes, turning to look back at you.

"She's all talk, she won't tell anyone." Billy Taupe tries to defend her from the tensions rising in the room. You were concerned about getting sent home, of course, but if she told about their plans to run, everyone in the room would be executed come the morning light.

"Oh, you think I'm scared of you, Sage? You think I won't tell? Ask Lucy Gray." She's right, Lucy Gray had told you about how this girl was responsible for the reaping being rigged to result in Lucy Gray's death in the games. What they never accounted for was her strength, her intelligence, and her having Coriolanus Snow and Y/N Y/L/N as mentors.

And how Lucy Gray became a victor, known initially to most of the Capitol for her similarities to you. Only, Lucy Gray wasn't bat shit crazy.

Coryo's mind is reeling at the threat made to you as the girl starts to walk away. Within a second, before you can even make a move to tackle her, he's reaching onto the table and grabbing one of the guns. He lines up quickly and squeezes the trigger, letting the bullet fly square into the center of the girl's back. His training had paid off sooner than he thought. Coriolanus wasn't about to have you caught, sent back to a home much worse than that safety hazard at the edge of the Seam where you're currently staying.

"Mayfair!" Billy Taupe is quickly at the girls side, but she's already dead. Sejanus is shaking, and you are fighting back the smile that threatens to form on your lips despite the stress of the moment. "What have you done?" He screams at your friend.

"She was gonna get us all killed!" You defend. "You should be thanking him! Trust me, she was nothing special."

"You've got something comin', Capitol boy." He says, shaking his head as he looks up at the two of you, hatred filling his eyes. "You think you're gonna blame me for this? That you'll never get caught?"

You resist the urge to just shrug, agreeing that no, probably not. Undeniably, your best move would be to blame him. "He was defending all of us, can you not get that through your thick skull?" You settle on, keeping your footing as level as possible as Coryo pulls you back closer to his side again.

"If I swing, for this you will with me!" He screams in anger, back on his feet and moving quickly towards you as Coryo shoves you back behind him, lining up again. He didn't have to shoot, though, because Spruce does. The boy's body flings into the wall to the left of you from the force of the impact, slumping against the floor.

Your heart is pounding as you look between your two friends. "Sejanus, are you alright?" You ask, trying to approach him as Coryo starts shouting orders at Spruce to get rid of the guns.

"Hey, he's fine." Coryo grabs your arm, pulling you close to him to look at you. "I'm gonna handle this. Get back out there and sing, play the violin, just do something, okay?"

You glance back at Sejanus again, who is clearly panicking so bad he looks like he might faint. "No, I'm not leaving you, and Sejanus-"

"Sejanus is fine." Coryo says again sternly, shaking your shoulders now as he looks into your eyes. "Go back out there. I will handle this. I'll find you soon." He promises, gently pushing you in the way of the door. "Go. Now."

You swallow the anxiety sitting uncomfortably in the back of your throat and nod, glancing only briefly at your friends before you leave, closing the door quickly behind you.

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[starstruckmiraclekitty]

Could you possibly write a request about Simon and Soap with Simon's daughter? Like a play date or something? Where the reader (mom) went out for a night out, and the guys are left to keep a little girl entertained? (Like age 5 or so?) It's okay if not. I really enjoy your work! Thanks.

Awe, this is cute! Thanks for this. I put a little twist on it, as I had this idea pop in my head. Hope you enjoy it! Xx

I'll Take the Big Blue One!

Synopsis: Yours and Simon's 5 year old daughter has a play date with her dad and uncle Johnny.

Warnings: mild swearing, fluff, mentions of crying

"Are you sure the two of you will be okay with her?"

"Love, Johnny and I have got this. Go enjoy your night with Kate." Simon kissed your temple, and gave you a loving nudge toward the door. "I love you."

Tonight you and Laswell were going out to get a massage and grab dinner, Simon's way of treating you before his deployment in a few days.

Kaya, your daughter, had also been begging to have a "playdate" with her uncle Johnny, and daddy, so Simon thought this was the perfect opportunity.

You gave your husband a smile, mouthing a 'thank you', and took one last look at your daughter before heading out the door.

~

"I wanna do makeovers, Daddy!" Kaya whined, trying to give her dad the biggest puppy dog eyes she could muster.

"Why don't we go outside, bug? It's nice out." Simon tried, as the last thing he wanted to do was play dress up. He was great at a lot of things, but faking enthusiasm for such things was not particularly his strong suit.

"I'd love a makeover , little lass!" Johnny went to scoop the little girl up in his arms, the action causing her to squeal in delight. "Come on, Simon, it'll be fun. If I'm doin it, you gotta do it too."

"C'mon, Daddy! C'mon, c'mon!" Kaya wiggled out of her uncle's arms and sped over to her dad jumping up and down. "Sit with uncle Johnny!"

Simon sighed in defeat, knowing that with both Johnny and his daughter begging him, there was no way he could say no.

He let Kaya drag him over to the couch, sat down beside his friend, and watched as his daughter pulled out a little tote full of child safe makeup, tiaras and sashes.

"Okay so daddy is the purple princess, and uncle Johnny is the pink princess!" Kaya exclaimed as she rummaged through her little makeup set.

Johnny and Simon exchanged glances, and the two's facial expressions couldn't have been more different. Johnny was elated. For some reason, he found this wildly entertaining, while Simon was trying his best to look intrigued.

Kaya walked up to her dad with purple eyeshadow, smeared all over her fingers, and proceeded to rub the product all over Simon's eyelids, doing the best she could to keep it in one spot. She pulled away to inspect her work and giggled softly while giving Simon a kiss on his nose. "Looks good, Papa!"

Johnny had to bite his lip to prevent the laugh that was threatening to escape his lips. To see his lieutenant, a big scary masked man, getting a makeover by a 5 year old, was insanely amusing to the Scot.

"Okay, Uncle Johnny, it's your turn!" Johnny couldn't help the smile that formed as the little girl waddled toward him, her fingers now purple and pink from the eyeshadow residue.

He stayed as still as he could as he felt her little fingers moving all around his eyes, and looked down to see the little girl staring at him in concentration.

"Looking good, Johnny." Simon chuckled as he took a look at his friend, with dark pinkish purple eyeshadow smeared all over his eyelids, reaching up to his eyebrows.

"Not so bad yourself, L.T."

"Okay now tiaras!" Kaya squealed as she ran back to her box, pulling out two, very large, very bejeweled tiaras.

Deciding to just go along with it, Simon swallowed his pride, and exclaimed, "I'll take the big blue one!"

Kaya's eyed lit up at her father's enthusiasm, and she immediately ran to him. Simon crouched down on the floor, so that she could reach the top of his head.

After being at the mercy of a 5 year old for nearly 45 minutes, both Simon and Johnny were completely dolled up.

Simon had purple eyeshadow all over his eyes, bright pink blush with light shimmery purple lip gloss, a big blue diamond plastic tiara with a matching sash- while Johnny had purplish pink eyeshadow, brown blush, a dark red lip gloss, with an emerald green tiara.

"So pretty!" Kaya cooed as she stood back to admire her handiwork.

"Think we should take a picture to remember this moment with?" Johnny looked to Simon with a shit eating grin, only to be met with a death stare. "Glare at me all you want, nobody's gonna take you seriously, looking like that."

"Picture, picture!" Kaya squealed, running to grab Johnny's phone, which was held out to her.

"Bloody hell." Simon muttered under his breath.

~

When Simon was putting his daughter to bed later that night, she tugged on his arm as he sat at the edge of her bed.

"Papa?" She asked.

"What's up love bug?"

"I love you, I'm glad you’re my daddy." She gave him a warm smile and nuzzled herself into the stuffed bear Simon gave her before one of his deployments.

"I love you too, kid." Simon kissed her head softly before turning out her light.

He felt tears pooling in his eyes as he looked back at his little girl, and shook his head slightly to compose himself. It was moments like these that made it so hard for him to leave on deployments.

~

Making his way back downstairs, he found Johnny staring at himself in the powder room mirror.

"Thinking of keeping the new look?" Simon joked, leaning against the door frame.

"I don't know. I think I can pull it off." Johnny turned to him and winked. "She's a good kid you got there."

Simon smiled to himself, nodded his head to Johnny. "Yeah, yeah she is."

"Real question is. How the hell do we get this stuff off?" Soap asked as he tried to wipe away the makeup with his hands.

"I think the missus uses water?" Simon shrugged.

~

"I'm home!" They could hear your voice from the entrance way, as the two of them hurried to try to remove the makeup residue from their faces. They'd been at the kitchen sink for nearly 20 minutes, washing their faces repeatedly. "Boys?"

You walked into the kitchen and were met with a sight that had you nearly doubling over with laughter.

Both men had makeup smeared all over their faces. It was clear they had tried to scrub it off, as red marks littered their skin.

"Well I'll be. Look at my handsome guys." You stifled a giggle with your hand, as you went to the powder room to grab your makeup removing wipes. "Water won't do a darn thing. That stuff is a bitch to get off, let me help."

You walked up to Simon, not hiding the smile that was spreading across your face. He matched your smile and kissed your cheek.

You pushed him back softly as you gently wiped away the makeup on his face. "Err. Some of the eyeshadow may stain a bit. It should come off completely in a few days."

Simon's smile dropped at this, and Soap let out a hearty laugh.

"Oh we are in for it with the boys, aren't we."

"Johnny."

"Yeah, L.T?"

"If you tell anyone about this, I'll bloody kill you."

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A/N: I literally couldn't get the idea out of my head of soap and Ghost letting a little girl give them a makeover😭😭😭😭😭

[toastermoth]

Hello! I saw your requests are open! I’m actually a fem reader, but I don’t mind a gender neutral one! I’d like to know your headcanons on Solomon when he becomes romantically interested with the mc. Like if he’ll do anything for them or does he get jealous whenever mc spends so much time with the demon brothers. Anything that you think about, it’s up to you. 😊 It’s been a very long time that I haven’t played Obey Me and I just miss them. Thanks!

Hell yeah!! I got OM after almost a year of not playing so ik what you mean when you say you miss them! (I missed Satan </3) one batch of Solomon hcs coming right up! APOLOGIES FOR THIS BEING LONG I HAD FUN WRITING THING

SOLOMON X GN! READER HCS

This man, he's old. Old man. So obviously he knows a few things about love.

Usually it's other people swooning for him but when he met you this man was DOWN MFING BAD.

He started to come up to talk to you inbetween classes more and more often. In a way he seemed awkward?

Hm, maybe he's just trying to be kind? Until he started walking you home everyday which always made you happy because unlike the brothers, he wouldn't abandon you on your walks.

Casually helping you carry books to eventually racing you playfully, to holding your hand and making you run with him all the way to the house of Lamination.

You found yourself falling for the white haired wizard and went to Asmo for advice.

"Sweetie, just say your feelings! I'm more than sure his feelings are intertwined with yours! And if you're too scared work up to it! Spend more time with him and only him!"

Taking Asmo's advice over timeyou found yourself at the purgatory hall. Everyday it seemed like a routine, get up, go to school, go home with Solomon and do whatever two oblivious people who have a crush on each other do!

The lust demon however thought you two were still taking too long and decided to take matters into his own hands.

Next thing you knew, Asmodeus was suddenly all over you, asking to shop, asking to try on some new makeup with him and then soon all the brothers caught on and had their own requests.

"Y/n I require you assistance for this paperwork. Surely you won't disappoint me."

"YO! Y/N! I need ya to help me with some uh.. uh.. LISTEN I JUST NEED YOUR HELP ALRIGHT?!"

"Hey normie, get on Mononoke Land! There's a new event going on!"

"Y/n I need you for helping me find this human book, it's about this boy-"

"Y/n dear! I found this color changing nail polish and it's to DIE FOR! Cmon I need to test it on you!"

"Y/n I'm hungry.. can you make me something? We can share if you want too if I don't eat it all."

"Mnn.. y/n come nap with me... m cold and you're nice and warm.."

Once Solomon noticed you were canceling your plans with him, he started to get suspicious and a little insecure. (He'd never say that out loud however.)

Finally after some debating, he decided to personally take you home with him and find ways to keep you both busy.

The demons take notice (especially Lucifer after you didn't answer his texts after 5 minutes) and sneaked around (Simeon let them in) and noticed you and Solomon laughing together?

"HEY WHAT TH-" "SHHHHH Love is happening."

You hear the demon brothers' bickering but pay no attention as you resume your tickle fight with Solomon.

"You're the person I'd let tickle me and that's saying something, you're the only person I'd let do a lot of things." he said inbetween laughs.

You look at him so full of love as he grabs both your hands and starts tickling you!

"Let the lovebirds be, cmon out out!" Asmo yelled, you both stopped and started laughing at his antics.

God he was in love.

[samandcolbyownme]

Summary: This is a part two to the one shot Workin' on Halloween Night

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, vampire!Sam compels stripper!reader, mentions of alcohol, bloodsucking/drinking, semi rough/forceful actions, fingering, dirty talk, descriptive memories, unprotected shower sex, oral (m rec), name calling, general filth

Word count: 5.8k | Not edited I wanted to get this out.

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It hits you.

Everything. All at once.

You're like a deer, frozen in the headlights of an oncoming semi.

You break your stare from the bloodsucking creature infront of you, looking down to the mug that's in pieces on the floor, "Shit."

"Don't move. You don't have shoes on." Colby steps around the sharp pieces and walks over to the closet.

"You seem a little jumpy there, y/n." Sam licks his lips as he smirks.

You laugh slightly, "Yeah, I-I guess so." You stayed still, making sure not to cut yourself because that would send Sam into a frenzy and you cared about Colby.

You'd basically be signing his death note if you did.

Sam's stare holds on you as Colby comes back with the broom and dust pan. He drops the pan to the floor and rests the broom against the back of the couch, "C'mere."

He wraps his arm around your waist, lifting you from your spot and moving you to a clean area.

You look from the messy floor up to Sam and the memories keep coming in heavy waves.

From the way you were controlled, flawlessly by him.

"You're the hottest one here. Come here." And your body went to him, automatically.

To the way he looked into your eyes when he said, "We're going to have a little fun, okay?"

".. tilt your head for me because I'm fucking thirsty."

And that's when you lay your hand over your 'makeup', feeling the arousing pain all over again.

You were scared. Majorly confused, and kinda turned on.

All at once.

You didn't know what to do.

"Alright." Colby walks over, dumping the pieces into the trash and sets the stuff down, "And you always wonder why I call you butterfingers." Colby chuckles as he walks over and stands next to Sam.

You laugh, trying not to sound so nervous, "Yeah, yeah I get that now."

You walk over, slipping on your shoes.

"Can you be a little slut for me y/n?" His words ring in your head, making you feel a little nauseated because that's what you were last night.

You stand up straight, closing your eyes as you feel like you could puke, "Maybe.. we can hang out later or something?" You slowly turn and Colby puts his lip out, "No." he pouts, "Please?"

Your eyes move to Sam's and in that moment, you wanted to, or at least try to prove that you had more power over him.

But there's a difference between you and Sam.

He can compel you. You have nothing.

Or so you thought.

Sam tilts his head slightly, biting his lip as you sigh, "Fine. I'll go see this movie with you, as long as we're back by four because I have work."

Sam's eyebrow twitches, and you knew you'd be seeing him tonight.

"Work? I thought you had off?" Colby shakes his head and you shrug, "I forgot I picked up Violet's shift. She texted me before you got here, she's home sick."

He nods slowly, "Alright." He turns and that's when you remember what Sam said, about Colby.

"Do you think he'd fuck you better than me?"

You bite down on your lip, "I can always ca-"

"No. It's fine." Colby sighs, "We're going to be late for the movie."

You sigh, watching as he walks over to the door and goes out. You turn to look at Sam, who is closer than he was before, "Why are you here?"

He smiles and shrugs, "I told you I'd be seeing you again. I'm not done with you just yet." He brushes his fingers over your neck, "That's a pretty nasty bite."

You roll your eyes, "Mm. I know."

Sam grabs your wrist as you go to walk away, "Roll your eyes at me again and I'll make it so you can't ever do it again."

He lets go of your wrists, "I can tell you like thinking about what happened last night."

"I do-"

He cuts you off, "Tell that to someone who can't read your mind, sweetheart." He smirks, "Come on. He's probably waiting for us."

Sam walks over to the door, turning around to look at you, "Don't make me do it."

"Do what?" You cross your arms and he sighs, "alright." He walks back over to you, "You asked for it."

"Asked for what-"

"You're going to act like we're all good friends and that nothing is strange between us. You will continue to keep thinking about last night, but you won't say anything about it." He winks and steps back, "Let's go."

You nod, following him out the door and down to Colby's car. You get in the back, leaning forward, "So what movie are we going to see?"

Colby glances over at you, "Um, that new Exorcist movie, The Exorcist Believer."

"Oh sick." You nod and lean back, "did you guys know that the one girl from the original movie is in it.. first time in years I think."

Sam looks over, "Really? That is pretty sick. I didn't know that."

Your eyes scan over Sam's face as the scattered replay of last night plays in your head, "sit on my cock."

"Ride me."

"Fuck you feel so good."

You press your thighs together, clearing your throat as you try to distract yourself, "So where are you from Sam?"

He laughs slightly and shrugs, "I'm originally from Kansas, but I've been all over."

"Really? I'm from Kansas too." Colby looks over, "Small world, huh?"

Sam shakes his head, "Not really. You find that out when you travel as much as I do."

"But you're here for college right? What made you decide to do that?" You chew on the inside of your lip as he glances back at you, "I just thought I needed a change, I mean I honestly don't think I'll do anything with it when graduating but.. you never know."

"What are you studying?" Colby looks over at him, "I know we have a lot of the same classes."

"I don't really have a major picked out yet. I told them what I possibly wanted to do, so they just threw me into some classes and said if I changed my mind or whatever to let them know." Sam explains.

"They had me pick something. That was fucking stupid." You sigh, "Maybe they're just sexist." You laugh and Sam chuckles, "I don't think that. I think they see the potential you have and just want to push you to do your best."

Colby glances over at Sam, clenching his jaw slightly, "She is a very smart girl. Her choice in how she gets the money to pay for school really isn't."

"You don't like her working at the club?" Sam looks to Colby and he shakes his head, "Not really."

"How come?" Sam asks and rests his elbow on the console.

"I just.. don't think that she needs to do that. I mean, don't get me wrong, she's really good at it, but at the same time, she's my best friend and I just don't want anything happening to her." Colby glances back at you in the rearview and you give him a small smile.

"I see where you're coming from, Colby." Sam nods, and Colby sighs, "it's just.. all the creeps and weirdos out there.. you just never know."

"I've been watching you for all those weeks."

You stare at Sam as his voice plays inside your head, "There's just something about you that keeps me coming back.."

Which makes you question, to yourself, why you? What is it about you that Sam likes so much?

"You can't trust anyone anymore, I get what you mean fully." Sam looks back and you look away, "What time does the movie start?"

"In about ten minutes. But you have all the previews so not for another twenty or so." Colby pull the car into one of the stalls, cutting the engine, "I'm excited to see this."

You nod, "I know. You've been talking about it for weeks." You laugh slightly as he looks back at you with a smile.

You can tell that Colby and Sam are getting jealous of each other when it comes to you.

But you secretly loved it, and Sam picked up on it instantly.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

As much as you wanted to focus on and actually watch the movie, you couldn't. You kept going back to Sam and what happened at the club last night.

The way you could feel how good he made you feel.

The way you can hear his voice, clear as day, telling you how good you feel around him, "Fuck me, you feel so good."

You turn your head, leaning into Colby, "I'll be right back. I have to pee."

He nods and your stands up, quickly making your way out of the theater and into the bathroom.

You go to the mirror, taking a few deep breathes as you try and get Sam out of your head, but the harder you tried, the worse it got.

You swore you could feel him choking you.

You could feel him inside of you.

You wanted it to stop, but at the same time, in the strangest ways possible, you wanted him.

Now, that might be the compulsion, but you didn't care. You needed him again, you were craving him like he craves you.

You turn around, jumping when you see Sam standing there, "Trying to get me out of that pretty little head are we?"

You swallow, "I-I.. no. No."

He walks over, slowly cupping your cheeks with his cold hands. He tilts your head up, eyes scanning over your face, "I know.. it's such a blessing and a curse to be around me."

"Curse?" You move your head back slightly, "What do you-"

"Let's not worry about that right now, sweetheart. Let's just get back to the movie, yeah?" Sam brushes hair from your face, "I'll be seeing you later. But you probably already knew that."

He drops his hands and you grab his arm as he turns, "Wait."

"What?" He smirks, knowing that you want to kiss him, "Tell me, baby."

You lick your lips, biting your bottom lip as you work your the courage, "Kiss me." Your voice is barely there, but Sam heard you anyway.

"Why should I do something like that?" He moves over to stand infront of you, hands on the sink behind you as he leans in, "Have you deserved it?"

You look up at him, nodding slightly, "Yes."

He chuckles, "If you say so." He licks his lips and presses them to yours.

You feel like an addict who was finally getting a fix after what felt like days.

You grab the red collar of his shirt, pulling him to you as you try to deepen the kiss but it's cut short when someone pushes the door open and Sam vanishes.

The woman gives you a smile as she walks into the one stall and you can't help but cover your mouth to hide your slightly nervous laughter.

What the hell are you doing?

You made your way back to the theater, sitting in your seat next to Colby, "What did I miss?"

He shrugs, "Not much. You're good." He hands you the popcorn and you take it, "Thanks."

You lean back in your seat and you can feel Sam looking at you from behind Colby. Colby is too into the movie to realize what is happening, but you stay focused on trying to watch the screen.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

"That was such a good movie." Colby says as he throws his popcorn bag away, "Better than I expected, honestly."

You nod, "Yeah, it was." Sam walks up behind you, laying a hand on your lower back as he moves past you, "I have to rewatch the original, it feels like it's been ages since I've seen that one."

You raise your eyebrows at the word, ages, and laugh slightly, "I'm sure it has." You mumble thinking no one heard you.

But you forgot that Sam can, "What did you say?"

You look up at him, "I didn't say anything." He raises his brows quick and smirks, "Mhm."

"So. Are you hungry or anything? You have time before you have to get ready." Colby holds the door open for you and you nod as you walk through, "Yeah, I could eat."

"Me too." You knew what Sam meant, just by the tone of his voice.

"What are you guys hungry for?" Colby asks getting into the car. You get in, shrugging, "Whatever honestly."

"That doesn't really help me decide." Colby laughs, "we'll just drive that way and see if anything sounds good."

"Yeah, that's fine." You chew on your lip as you remember what it felt like when Sam bit your neck.

How the pain felt.. good.

How him sucking your blood felt.. good.

You glance up at him, laughing and talking with Colby. He was honestly one of the prettiest things you've ever seen. It shocked you how 'human' he looked.

Shit, he has Colby fooled.

"Is that okay with you?"

You shake your head, blinking a few times as you lean up, "Huh? Sorry.."

They both laugh and Sam looks at you, "There's a pizza place up here. Is that okay with you?"

You nod, "Oh yeah. I love pizza."  You lean back, your mind going straight to what it was occupied with before.

Sam's fangs in your neck.

You'd think that thought would be enough to scare anyone away, but not you. You're under Sam's control with and without compulsion.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

Back at the house, while the boys are out on the couch eating their pizza, you're in your room getting ready for work.

You have music playing quietly as you do your makeup, simple today. You don't really feel like doing full glam, actually you don't even feel like going to work.

Colby's words had an effect on you, you felt bad. You knew he was right, you didn't have to work at the club, you chose to.

In a way, you kinda felt like you were going against him, and that hurt worse than seeing his friend behind his back.

"Hey." Colby says walking into your room, "You got a second?"

You set your brush down and turn to him, "What's up?" He sits down on your bed, "So.. I've been meaning to ask you.."

"What is it Colby?" You cross your leg, staring over at him.

He sighs, "would it be alright if I stayed here for a little while?"

You nod, "Of course. But what's going on?" He shakes his head, "Nothing it's just that.. staying on campus is getting expensive and I ju-"

"Okay." You cut him off and try to fight your smirk.

He tilts his head, looking at you, "No. you don't get to say it."

"Oh come on, Colby." You laugh slightly, "Just once? Please?"

He sighs and motions to you, "One. Time."

You stand up, walking over to him. You take a dramatic breath, "i told you so."

He nods in defeat, "You did. You did. Now. While you're at work, I'm going to pack up some stuff." He stands up and pulls you in for a hug.

You're facing the door, so you see Sam sitting on the couch, staring at you.

His stare gives you chills, but in a good way.

"Alright." You say breaking your stare with Sam and leaning back, "I gotta get to work. I'll be home around eleven? Maybe a little bit later."

He nods, "Okay. Be safe."

You smile at him, nodding as he walks out of the room. You hear him tell Sam about moving some stuff and Sam agrees, "Yeah, totally. I do have to be somewhere around eight, but other than that, I gotcha."

Eight.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

"Thank you, darling." The man sitting in the chair smirks, "You're why I come here." He tucks a fifty into the band of your lingerie body suit and you smile, "You're why I do this."

You wink at him, dragging your hand over his shoulders as you walk away, strutting up to the stage.

"You ready?" Lina as she turns to you.

You look out, smiling as you see Sam sitting center stage on your side, "Oh yeah." You look at her, "Blondie's mine."

You glance over and see Sam chuckle and shake his head.

You could get used to this whole seeing a vampire thing.

You shake your head, the whole idea still shocks you, but you quickly pull yourself out of your head and nod to the DJ.

He gives you a thumbs up and you walk out, holding hands with Lina as Partition by Beyoncé starts playing.

The crowd around the stages cheer, whistle, just genuinely get loud. Sam sits still, leaning back in the chair, one leg crossed over the other as he watches you and only you.

You let go of Lina and you go to your pole, spinning around a few times before dropping down. You open your knees, moving to the beat of the song.

You move down onto your knees, leaning forward slowly as you crawl towards Sam, mouthing the words to the song, "Take all.. of me.. I just wanna be the girl you like.."

He smirks, biting his lip as he watches dollar bills land on your half naked body.

You roll over, popping your ass out before pushing yourself up, moving over to the others.

Sam doesn't like it, and he'll be sure to let you know later, but for now. He's letting you make your money.

You move back to the pole, lifting yourself up so you and slowly set yourself back down, squatting down to pop your ass out to the beat.

"Give it up for these ladies gentleman." The DJ says and you walk around, collecting the money from your side as the men continue to cheer you on.

Sam stands up, making his way over to the bar and once you're off stage you follow him over, "So.." you bite your lip, leaning against the bar, "What did ya think?"

He turns to you, his chest extremely close to yours, "I was in awe of you." He gently grabs your chin, tilting it up, "I'm always in awe of you."

You smirk, "Sounds like you need some time in the champagne room."

"How'd you know?" He smirks and sets his empty glass down, "lead the way."

You grab his hand, pulling him with you to and through the red lit hallway, "Right in here." You motion for him to walk in but he shakes his head, "Mm. After you."

You smirk, letting go to walk in, and in a matter of seconds, the door is shut and you're straddling him, "That still gets me." You laugh slightly and Sam shrugs, "You'll get used to it."

Your heart rate picks up a little, causing Sam to lick his lips, "You wanna tilt your head for me?" You bit your lip, nodding as you slowly move your head.

Sam brushes hair from your neck and sighs, "Fuck, I will never get over you."

You grip his shoulders as you feel his hands tighten on your waist and his lips gently press to your necks few times.

"Wait.." you feel Sam pull away and you look at him, "Can I see?"

He chuckles and nods, "Anything you want, princess." He winks and parts his lips, moving them to show his teeth. You watch intently and jump slightly when his fangs pop out.

You were aching for him. That was the hottest thing you've ever seen.

"Now.. can I-"

"Please." You grip the collar of his shirt and pull yourself into him. He raises his eyebrows, "Eager thing aren't we?"

You nod and he leans in, breathing in your scent before sinking his teeth into your skin. You let out a whimper, gripping his shirt collar tighter the more blood he drinks.

"S-Sam." You whimper out with a moan following. You grind down into him and he moans against your neck. You slide your hand up and onto the back of his head as you feel kinda dizzy, but it's euphoric.

His arm slides around your waist and he holds you against him as he slowly lifts his head away from you, whispering lowly into your ear, "sorry if that was too much. I've been craving you all damn day."

You sigh, turning your head to look down at him, "get your fix?" You smirk slightly and he moves you to lay on the couch, his body hovering over yours, "For now."

He licks the blood from the corner of his mouth before leaning down to kiss you. The make out is heated, full of passion.

Sam was honestly surprised he didn't need to compel you like the night before. He thought you would have put up more of a fight.

But he's not complaining.

"You want me in your life?" Sam kisses back your jaw, "You sure seem like you do." He kisses down your neck and licks over the fresh puncture marks.

You gasp, arching your back slightly, "wouldn't be the worst thing." You smile as he leans his head up to look down at you, "Are you lying?"

"Compel me to tell the truth or whatever." You bite your lip, hiding your smirk.

He slowly smiles, "I believe you." He dips his head down, pressing his lips to yours. You lay your hand on his cheek, wrapping your legs around his waist.

"Someone's coming." He mumbles, "I hear them."

You look over at the door, "Maybe it's-"

The door knob starts to jiggle and Sam gets up fast, "I'll see you after your shift."

You turn and he's gone, "How does he do that?" You whisper to yourself and turn as the door opens. You move your hair back over to cover your neck and smile at Lina, "Hey. You need this room?"

"Sorry." She laughs slightly, "I didn't realize this was already occ-"

"I'm done here. I was just cleaning up. Last person spilled a drink. It's all good now. Enjoy." You smile at her and quickly make your way out of the room, back out to the floor.

The last few hours of your shift felt like it was just dragging. Each song felt like it was on for a year.

Sam was the only thing on your mind and you just wanted to get home.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

You unlock the door to your apartment and walk in. You don't see Colby or Sam anywhere, "Hello?"

"Hey. We're in here." Colby calls from the spare bedroom. You set your bag on the counter as you walk over, leaning against the door frame as you watch them unload boxes.

"How was work?" Sam asks giving you a smirk. You smile, "work is work. You know."

He nods, "Any weirdos or creeps come by?"

You tilt your head, resting it against the frame, "There was this one guy.. he was pretty strange."

Colby looks up, "What?"

You laugh, "It's okay, Colbs. He left before anything happened so no worries." You glance over at Sam and he shakes his head chuckles to himself.

"They need more security there." He shakes his head and goes back to unpacking his box. You sigh, "I'm going for a shower."

Sam raises his eyebrows and watches as you leave the doorway. You knew Sam would follow, at this point, you'd even settle for him compelling Colby to just stare at the wall.

You grab your stuff and walk into the bathroom, turning the water on. Steam quickly fills the bathroom, fogging up the mirror. You take off your sweats and t shirt, tossing them to the ground before looking up and swiping the mirror with your hand.

You jump slightly, "Fuck."

"Sorry. I guess I could have just used the door." Sam laughs and walks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"How'd you get in here?" You turn your head and he chuckles, "You mean like how did I just appear or getting passed Colby?"

You laugh slightly and turn around to face him, "I mean both, but mainly the second one."

He shrugs, "I compelled him to keep unpacking, not to worry about where we're at." He brushes hair from your shoulder, biting his lip as he looks at the day old mark on your neck, then moving to look at the few hours old one.

"Is that a problem?" His eyes move up to meet yours and you shake your head, "Just as long as it's not all the time."

He nods, "Mhm." He pulls you in, gently pressing his lips to yours, "you ready for the blessing part?" He smirks against your lips and you nod, "Mhm."

He slowly pulls your panties down your legs, bending down to kiss up your thigh. You grip the counter as you watch him inch closer to where you need him most.

Your breathing picks up, almost to a pant as his tongue gently flicks up and down your clit. He hums lowly before pulling away and standing up.

He slips his shirt off his body, undoing his belt to his jeans. He nods towards the shower, "go get in."

You walk over, stepping into the shower and shutting the door. You let the water wash over you, closing your eyes as it hits the sensitive marks on your neck.

You hear the door slide open and you turn around, leaning against the wall as you watch Sam step in, sliding the door shut, "Come here." He holds his hand out and you lay your hand in his.

He pulls you to him and wraps an arm around your body, "You wanna know why I'm here?"

You nod and tilt your head as he kisses your neck, "Yes."

He takes a long pause, sliding his hands up and down your body before sighing, "You're the one thing that makes me feel closest to being a human again."

His words confuse you, "But we've only known each other for two days. Not even."

He chuckles and brushes his fingers over your cheek, "That's where you're wrong."

Your brows furrow and he continues speaking, "I've been with you, these last few weeks. Watching. Following. You know, what you thought."

You nod, still staring at him, "so.. we've.. done this before?"

He shakes his head, "No. no. Not until yesterday." He smirks, "Today."

"So we just what? Hung out?" You lay your hands on his biceps, "I'm confused."

He leans forward, looking into your eyes, "Rememeber."

You round the corner, stumbling your way back to the bathroom, mumbling to yourself about the guy who spilled his drink on your outfit, "Fucking asshole."

You grab the knob, twisting it to push the door open. You walk in, freezing when you see a blonde haired boy attached to someone's neck.

You didn't think anything of it, you thought you interpreted something, "Oh sorry."

"No. You're fine."

You look back and your lips part slightly, "Wh-" you shake your head, blinking as if you're hallucinating the scene that's in front of you.

Blood runs down both chin of the blonde and neck of the, what you can only assume, dead guy I'm front of him.

"Sorry. I just didn't like the way he treated you out there." The blonde tosses the body to the floor, "He was such an asshole."

You stare at the blonde as he stands up, wiping his chin with his wrist, "I'm sorry. How rude of me. I'm Samuel, but you can call me Sam." He holds his clean hand out and you take it, "y/n."

"Yeah I know that already." He chuckles and you shake your head, "I'm sorry.. I must be.. a lot drunker than I thought."

Sam moves over to you, his hands on your waist, "Why aren't you running away? Screaming for help?"

You shrug, "I don't know if I believe this."

He nods, "Okay.. that's fine." He smiles and you smile back at him, completely forgetting what you just witnessed.

He sighs, "Well, I have to get going. I'll see you again, soon, y/n."

"You will?" You question and he nods, "Forget about that you saw until I tell you to remember."

You gasp, leaning back slightly, "Is that why?"

He bites his lip, eyes scanning over your face, "You didn't fear me."

"I was drunk, Sam." You laugh slightly and he sucks air through his teeth, "I don't think you were."

He was right. You were drunk, but you would have remembered everything that night. Actually, something did feel off, you felt like you were forgetting something about it, but you couldn't ever figure it out, until right now.

You look down and back up at him, "So you're here because I'm not scared of you?"

"That's a part of it. Along with you making me feel somewhat human again.. even when I wasn't physically next to you. You just.." he smiles and shakes his head, "I knew the moment I saw you, I knew I needed to keep you safe."

You smile slightly, biting the inside of your cheek, "oh."

He cups your cheeks, moving your head up to look at him, "Do you want me in your life?"

You stare at him for a second, slowly smiling as you sigh, nodding as you lean up to kiss him. He pulls you closer to him and you lean back, "Can I tell you something?"

He nods, "Anything."

You lick your lips, "I like the whole being compelled to do stuff, maybe not all the time, but you know.."

He chuckles and nods, "Mm. You mean like this.. get on your knees, baby."

You instantly drop to the shower floor, looking up at him as you bite your lip, "Uh huh."

"Open that pretty little mouth of yours." He smirks and your lips part, opening up so you can take the head of his cock between them.

Sam groans, "Fuck." You wrap a hand around his cock, stroking as you suck the tip. You work your way down, bobbing your head as you grip his thighs.

He places a hand on the back of your head, letting out a sigh, "You can do it, baby."

You relax, taking him in fully as your nails dig into his skin. He tangles his fingers into your hair and slowly works your head up and down his cock, "Fuck, baby. This is so much better when you're doing it on your own."

You bob your head a few more times, leaning back with a string of saliva keeping you connecting to his cock until you wipe it with your wrist.

He pulls you to your feet, pushing you against the shower door, "You're so beautiful." He whispers as he kisses your cheek, back your jaw, "Can I have another taste?"

"Yes." You whimper out as his cock rubs against your clit. He kisses down your neck slowly, "Are you sure?"

You nod, "Yes."

"If you say so." He chuckles slightly before his fangs pop out and puncture your skin for the third time.

You gasp, whimpering as you wrap an arm around his neck. That euphoric feeling quickly returns and your eyes flutter shut, "Sam.."

He hums against your neck and you can feel blood leaning a trail of red down your body, "S-Sam." You squeeze his shoulder and he pops off, stepping back.

His eyes move from your neck, following the trail of red that goes between your boobs.

You turn to look at him, breathing heavy as he brands down, licking from where the trail stops, up to your neck.

You wince at the slight pain, but moan when you feel his fingers circle your clit, "You all around taste divine."

"Only for you." You whisper and he smirks, "That's what I like to hear." He interlocks his fingers with yours, pinning your hands above your head as he makes out with you.

"Please., Sam.. I need you." You whimper against his lips and he gently bites down on your bottom lip, "turn around."

You flip around, pressing your cheek, hands, and chest to the glass shower door. Sam rubs the tip of his cock against your pussy, slowly pushing in.

Your moans reverberate off the walls, echoing louder and louder the further he pushes into you.

"Let me hear all those loud and pretty sounds, baby." Sam grips your hips and pulls out, only to thrust back into you.

His pace is harsh, punishing. Your legs quickly feel like they're about to give out. But you push through, "F-Fuck. Yes yes yes."

You slide your hands down the wall and he reaches up, laying a hand over your left and interlocking his fingers over yours, "Fuckin' hell." Sam groans, "You're incredible."

A non stop string of moans leaves your lips the closer he gets you to cum.

"You're so close, baby. You're right there." Sam pants, "Come on, baby. Cum for me."

You squeeze his cock and he groans, "Fuck, d-don't do that." He lets go of your hand and grips your hips, "I want you to cum first."

You drag your fingers down the steamy glass, moaning against it as you feel the knot snap.

"Sam! Fuck, yes! Yes!" You scream out, pushing your hips back to meet his, "Fuck."

He groans and his thrusts grow sloppy, fast.

"Shit, shit." He pulls your hips to him as he pushes in, tilting his head back and closing his eyes as he cums after you.

He slowly pulls out and spins you around, "Come here." He pulls you to him, wrapping his arms around you as you stand under the, now warm water,

He rubs his hand up and down your back, watching as the water washes away the rest of the blood, tinting the water going down the drain a slight red color.

"You okay?" He whispers and you nod, "Yeah."

"Tell me what you're thinking." He kisses your head and you sigh, "What's the curse part to this?"

He sighs, pulling you closer to him, "That.." he swallows, "Not so much on your part, but more or less mine."

You pull away slightly and look up at him, "What is it Sam?"?

He shrugs, "I'm immortal. You.." he gently boops your nose, "..are not.."

Without even thinking, "What if I was?"

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

I feel like yall are gunna hate me for the ending but I felt like I needed to end it this way.. soooo as usual, let me know your thoughts :)

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Eternally Yours

Chris Motionless x Female Reader

Warnings: smut

Word count: 4.4k O_O

Summary: Basically a fanfic of the eternally yours music video, if the reader was the girl in the video

Author's Note: I know I have a bunch of asks, and I'm getting to them, I swear, but I finally finished this after like, 4 months... so... ta da?

It was tough watching the love of your life, your best friend, getting it on with someone you hate. But you soothed yourself with the fact that it was all for the cameras.

Motionless in White were shooting the music video for their new song 'eternally yours', and being his best friend, Chris jumped to have you on the project. You were one of the best light technicians after all... Plus it was fun to work with you. Chris wouldn't admit it, but he missed you.

And while working with Chris was always fun, having a tall, skinny, blonde model (who thought she was God's gift to the world) making out with him... it didn't exactly help your self esteem. He was perfect. So was she. Why would he ever like you? He'd never go for someone like you when he could have Chloe.

Speak of the devil, you thought, as Chloe sauntered up to you.

“Y/N, I need my skinny mocha.” She demanded.

“I do lights?” You said, frustrated and waiting for her to understand.

“And I'm needed on camera. Hurry up.” The blonde walked away before you could argue.

You rolled your eyes and mentally cursed her. Then you heard a thump and a scream.

“No! My ankle!!” Chloe was on the floor, screaming over a mildly twisted ankle and performing the tantrum of her life. “I can't do this stupid job, I deserve better!”

And that was the fastest working karma you'd ever seen... It also came back to bite you on the ass.

“What?! Me? There's no way. I am NOT that pretty, or seductive, I can't do it!” You begged.

“Come on Y/N, please. There's no one else to do it, and you look perfect for the part! Please, we need this video shot by the end of the day, you know that. Plus, there's no one I'd be more comfortable with.” Chris begged you to step in.

“I don't know.”

Chris smiled at you with pleading eyes and you knew you were done.

“Fine. But I'm going to need hair and makeup.”

You looked in the mirror. The reflection you saw, you hated. It wasn't some succubus, it was gross. You hated seeing yourself in such a small outfit. You were too insecure, what were you thinking agreeing to this?! Plus, you'd have to actually kiss Chris. While you desperately wanted to, did you really want it to all be fake? What if it makes things awkward? You were in the midst of a mental spiral when you heard and knocking on the door and a familiar voice.

“Y/N, you decent?” Chris asked.

“Um, yeah. You can come in.”

Chris slowly opened the door, and his eyes widened when he saw you. You hugged your stomach nervously.

Chris made a kind of sputtering noise before mumbling “wow”, which you weren't supposed to hear. The word make your lips turn up.

“Uh, Y/N, you look spectacular.” He said, standing next to you in the mirror, and admiring you. You looked away, blushing.

“No, I don't. You have to say that. You're my friend.”

“Friend...” Chris said softly. “No, I don't have to say that. You truly look phenomenal. Dare I say, sexy.” Chris brushed some hair over your shoulder, turning to face you. Right then, the buzzer rang, summoning you to the set.

You cleared your throat.

You were about to walk out the door when you turned back to Chris.

“Can you promise me something?”

“Anything,” he said, without missing a beat.

“This won't change our friendship right? I just don't want things to be weird.”

A voice called from down the hall, asking you to hurry up.

You walked away.

It took a bit, but after some friendly cat-calls and whistles from the crew, you had the confidence to try to be seductive. You felt a little awkward, walking around the red and blue lighting and just looking around dramatically, but you trusted the director.

Next, you got in the coffin. With David, the director, shouting orders, you got into the part and began to have fun with it, playing model. Your confidence grew and your performance got better and better, until David decided enough was enough.

“Alright, Chris, get in there.”

Suddenly the anxiety returned.

You watched Chris in his suit walk around mysteriously in the lights and tried not to allow a shiver to go through you when he looked down at your lips and removed his glove.

“Y/N, you're the woman, you're not supposed to be so hard.”

The crew chuckled and you rolled your eyes, embarrassed that your anxiety was so obvious.

“Hey, you OK with this?” Chris whispered.

“Ye-yes. Yeah. Just. Out of my comfort zone.” You replied, before raising your voice. “Any directions, boss-man?”

“Just, act like you're a complete whore. You would die to touch him, you need him like oxygen. You're excited, get a little wiggle going on, yes?”

Mentally screaming at him, you nodded your head, and looked at Chris with daggers in your eyes. He couldn't hold in the laugh. Suddenly you were both laughing so hard you nearly fell back into the coffin, and Chris nearly fell in on top of you, making you laugh so hard your eyes watered.

“Oh come on, now your make up is all crinkled, everybody, take five! Y/N, go to hair and make up, and Chris... never mind.” David trailed off, you and Chris still giggling as he helped you out of the coffin. You fumbled a little in the stilettos, but Chris held you around your waist til you got your balance.

“Let's go.”

“David was right, you know,” Chris said, words you thought you'd never hear as you walked to hair and make up.

You raised your eyebrows.

“Not like that! I mean, you just seemed super tense, stiff.” You chuckled at the innuendo. “C'mon Y/N, I'm serious. Am I doing something wrong? I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything, OK? So just tell me.”

“... I- complete honesty?”

“Always, you know that.”

“I'm scared... I'm scared that if we kiss you'll be disgusted by me or it'll change our friendship and I'll lose you. I don't want to kiss you for the first time in front of cameras and people—I mean, I don't want to kiss anyone for the first time in front of cameras—I mean, your opinion matters to me, and-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Y/N. Breathe. Yeah?” Chris said, stopping walking to grab you by the shoulders and look you in the eye with a half smile that made you melt. “Would it help if, uh,” Chris looked to the side and nervously rubbed his hands. “If we kiss now, before cameras or anything. You can tell me what you like and what you don't so I don't fuck up,” he said before adding “It'd look better on camera if we're actually enjoying it, right?”.

You bit your lip and stepped closer. Chris brushed your hair behind your head and you couldn't help but turn into his hand a bit as he did, before looking up to his dark brown eyes. He stepped in til your bodies were nearly against each other, and lent down to softly brush your lips with his. You felt your breath catch in your throat as he snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. You looped your arms around his neck and pressed your lips hard against him. The kiss was fire, and within moments you felt Chris's tongue against your lips, asking for entrance. You stood frozen in time, exploring each other as much as you dared before eventually breaking away for air.

You both stood there, entangled and breathing hard, looking away with small smiles.

“Um, so yeah, if you just do that it'll be fine.” You said, with a breathy voice and a little laugh. Chris joined in, and to your dismay, pulled away.

“Yeah, yeah definitely like that.” He said with a wink, before continuing the walk to hair and make up with his hands in his pockets. You stood still for a moment, hand to your lips, before walking fast to catch up.

You re-filmed the start of the shot after talking with Chris about what you were comfortable with (“well, we're in character, right? Just go for what feels right, and if I'm uncomfortable I'll stop you. Same goes for you.” to which Chris replied “You better let me know, I never want to hurt you.”). Chris walked up to you, and took his glove off. The look in his eye sent a shiver down your spine as you arched your back and lent across the coffin, convincing yourself you were leaning into the part and not Chris. But instead of kissing you, Chris brushed the hair from your face, and placed his head against yours, shutting his eyes. The tension was too much for you to bear as he lent down and rubbed his face against yours, kissing you without doing so, breath against your neck sparking electricity through your veins. You returned the motion, nuzzling into the man. But where Chris's hand had been around the back of your neck, he shifted his hands to be around your throat, lifting you up for better access to surprise you with a fierce, open-mouthed kiss.

It was like the man was trying to torture you. Or ruin you in the best way. You lent further into the kiss, deepening it.

“And cut! Perfect, we'll get all the kissing done at the same time to not waste the lipstick, yeah?” David said, ruining everything.

Chris helped you out of the coffin and you prayed you wouldn't slip and suffer the same fate and Chloe (not that you'd let a sprained ankle stop you now), and David guided you both to an empty area with a few blue lights around.

“OK. Now. I want you guys to make out. Just go for it. Chris, I want you to ravish her.” David directed.

At this point, you looked at Chris and just shrugged. He laughed and pulled you flush against him by the waist, both of you with cheeky grins.

“You ready to start filming?” Chris asked, an air of mischief in his voice.

Before David even said yes, Chris's lips were on yours again. It started a little sloppy and silly, but turned slower and more passionate fast, your hands cupping Chris' cheek, his arms around you only drawing you in closer, impossibly so. Chris broke the kiss and whispered in your ear.

“I'm going to do something, if you don't like it, just stop me, OK?” he spoke in a low whisper, and you didn't have to pretend to be turned on.

“I trust you.” You breathed back.

Then suddenly Chris was kissing your neck, then your chest. You arched your back to grant him better access, and stroked his neck as he sucked on the soft skin of your collarbone. It was all you could do to hold back a moan. When he pulled away and looked up at you, you could have died. Suddenly you felt too tense to kiss him again, scared you'd convey how much you need him, as Y/N, not the character in the music video. You turned your away, and then it was time to touch up your lipstick and a break before once more getting in the coffin.

You were drinking icy water and trying to calm yourself down from the growing heat and anxiety within you. You tried to compose yourself. You didn't want to be a creep, it's not exactly like he's consenting to you getting off from his acting. And that's all it was. Acting. Just... really convincing. You tried to reason with yourself and prepare yourself for the sex scene.

There was another knock on the dressing room door.

“Come in.”

Chris walked in, immaculate in his suit, but a concerned look in his dark eyes.

“What happened?”

“What do you mean?” You responded, feigning innocence.

“Did I do something wrong? I thought everything was OK. Did I cross a line? You know you can always stop me Y/N, I know you've been through shit and I don't want to ever hurt you, I'm really sor-”

“Chris, Chris, it's fine. You didn't cross a line or anything. I just. Um. Fuck,” you looked away, a blush spreading across your face. “I- Look, you did nothing wrong, OK? You did everything right. Maybe too right, if you get what I mean? I guess I just kinda froze up. But trust me, you didn't do anything wrong. You're... perfect.” You looked back up at Chris with imploring eyes, only to be met with a cocky smirk.

“Too right, huh? Man's got moves.” He laughed to himself, and you rolled your eyes with a smile.

“Don't get all proud of yourself,” you said and walked past. “Show time.”

Once you two opened the coffin and climbed in, it was up to you.

“I have one direction. Make me feel something. Action!” David boomed.

You started simple, Chris climbing on top of you, but you decided to take control. You lent back and put one heeled foot on Chris's chest, pushing him down slowly. He looked up at you with such an intense lust you could have moaned from that alone. You kissed for a moment before sitting up and helping Chris to take his jacket off. His eyes never left yours, piercing into your soul. The world didn't matter; nothing was real but this moment.

The pair of you moved in time, shifting seductively as Chris whispered to you, hand in your hair.

“Would it be too far if I,” he slid his hand across your face, and you understood his gesture. When his thumb slipped into your mouth, you sucked, fully getting into it. You were determined to make him as desperate as you were. He held both sides of your face and was about to kiss you, but you wrapped your arms around his wrists and tried to pull him down. But Chris was not one to obey. He pulled his hands away and brushed some hair out of your face, before pulling you up against him. Chris scooped you up, one hand cradling your neck delicately, the other gripping your ass for stability and control. You felt immediately how badly Chris wanted this when he grinded into you. The thin fabric of your costume and his suit was not enough to conceal his arousal. You gasped and grinded back as Chris lent in for a kiss that felt like fire. He guided you down into the coffin, as you felt his tongue slip past your lips. After just a moment of kissing, Chris sat up, both of you coming up for air, and double checking consent.

But you just grabbed his shirt and pulled him down. He kissed you lips, your neck, down your chest, even kissing your thigh, then lifting your leg up to caress as he kissed you deeply and passionately, grinding occasionally and trying to control himself. After a few more kisses, you broke apart.

“Perfection! Now we just need to close the lid.” David stated.

“I'm sorry, what?” you asked.

“We're going to close the lid. Well, Chris is. Make it extra dramatic, that's the ending of the video. Two lovers in their final bed.”

Normally you'd fight this, as the idea of being shut in a coffin—even for a moment in a music video—gave you anxiety, but in your current state, the idea made a shiver go through your spine.

The last scene was shot, you snuggled into Chris as he looked up into the camera and closed the door. For just a few moments, you remained just like that. Head on Chris's shoulder and hand on his chest, his arm around you and hand on your ass. You looked up at him and though you couldn't see it, he was looking down at you too.

Chris cleared his throat and tried to find something to say.

“Wow.” He stated, eloquently. You laughed quietly, knowing the camera was still filming.

Before you could lose your nerve, you reached your hand up to find his lips. You heard Chris breathing harder as your fingers found his lips. You just started to shuffle closer when you heard a voice.

“That's a wrap for tonight guys. Everyone fuck off home, it's going to be another big day tomorrow.” David said, walking off and dismissing the crew. The crew (most of whom your were friends with) thought it would be funny to leave you both in there rather than helping you out. Which meant you had to untangle yourselves and find a way out.

Someone tapped the coffin twice.

“See you tomorrow guys!” the voice was Ricky. Then, quieter, “Don't have too much fun.” You could feel the smirk through the coffin.

“Motherfucker!” Chris yelled, and only get a distant laughter in response.

You heard nothing but Chris' heartbeat and your head rested on his chest.

For a second, you just looked up at Chris, unsure what to do. You wanted to tell him, but you were scared. You wanted to kiss him, but what if he freaked out, what if it was only for the video, and he was just another actor? But could you live with yourself if you didn't take the chance? Before you could do anything, Chris tried to pull his arm out from under you to push up on the lid of the coffin, and in doing so ended up half on top of you. Chris breathed in sharply as you felt what was most definitely not his leg pressing on yours.

“Ah, sorry, I just, uh, you know,” Chris laughed nervously before looking into your eyes, “You were too good too.” He meant to joke, but his emotions leaked out through the words.

“Trust me, if I was a man, I'd be apologising for the same thing,” you laughed, trying to ease into talking again, and letting Chris know it was all OK. “I mean, when you pulled me in and like, thrust into me? Fuck, I know you said you have moves but damn, you really have moves!” You joked—or tried to make it seem that way.

“I mean, I'm happy to show you more, if you want.” he said with a wink, leaning into it in a joking manner.

“Bold of you to assume I don't want that.” you returned. The joke slipped out, challenging him, but you weren't expecting his facade to drop as he looked at you with total sincerity.

“Y/N, I—I need to ask you something. Was this, ah, was this just for the video? Cause I could swear I felt something real, and I'm hoping it's not just because I want there to be.”

“I- Thank God I wasn't imagining it.” You smiled and pulled him in. But this wasn't like when the cameras where on you. This was soft. Hesitant. Fragile and delicate but determined to push yourself. Because you couldn't let this slip away. Him slip away. While you were aiming for just a short kiss, a peck, wordlessly checking it was OK, Chris had other ideas.

Suddenly his hands were in your hair, his lips on yours, and instead of passion, there was a soft declaration of love. Just taking time to memorize the feel of your lips. But you were both still worked up, and then the heat came in moments, the kiss like fire. As your tongues danced, Chris slid a hand down your body, stopping to squeeze your ass as he grinded into your leg. You moaned into the kiss, rocking your hips against his.

“Chris,” you moaned, as he started to grind his cock against your clothed core.

“Dammit, how do you get this thing off?” He asked, tugging at your costume, and you laughed.

“Fuck, this stupid costume, we're gonna need to get out of here to get it off... Dressing room?” You suggested.

“I don't know,” Chris said darkly, breathing against your ear. “I was looking forward to fucking you right here in this coffin.”

The statement sent a shiver down your spine. Chris didn't miss this.

“I knew you thought this was hot too,” he said, voice low and leaving a hickey on the small of your neck. Chris slid his hand down to rub against your heat, and you bucked your hips into his hand immediately.

“Fuck, you're a lot darker than I gave you credit for, kitten.” Chris' low voice forced a whimper out of you. Then he stopped. “If I go too far, stop me, OK? I don't want to hurt you... well, unless you want me to.”

“Chris, if you stop now, I will fucking murder you.”

“Can't think of a better way to go.”

“Chris!”

With that, Chris tore the fabric connecting the top and bottom of the costume, sliding your panties off at the same time. Before you could even register the destroyed costume, his thumb was rubbing circles on your clit and you cried out.

“Yes! Just there!” You moaned, and Chris slowed his pace. You were about to protest when you heard the zipper of his of his pants. You reached down and pulled his cock out of his pants, and he groaned as you pumped him slowly.

“Shit, I'm not going to last if you keep touching my like that, Y/N,” Chris moaned airily as he thrust into your hand.

“I'm only teasing you back, baby,” you smirked, letting go and kissing him harshly.

“Uh, I don't have a condom, are you OK with that?” Asked Chris, ever the gentleman.

“I'm on the pill, just fuck me, please.” The last word slipped out before you could stop yourself. As hot as this was, you knew your friend would never let you live this down.

“'Please?' Don't tell me,” Chris said, melodramatic, “you're a sub!”

“Chris, don't make me do it, don't ruin the moment.”

“I'm not ruining anything, all I'm saying is-”

“No,”

“that you have to beg.”

“I am not-” You stopped as Chris rolled on top of you, grinded his cock against your wet core, and bit the spot just below your ear, causing you to let out a high pitched whimper.

“Are you sure about that, darling?” Chris asked in a low voice.

You whimpered more as he rubbed circles on your clit with his thumb.

“Please Chris, I'm begging you, please fuck me!”

With that Chris thrust his full length into you without any warning.

You cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain, the later only making the first more intense. Chris was far bigger than any other guy you'd had, both in length and width, and the stretch was perfection. You could've cum then and there when Chris hammered into you without waiting, groaning into your ear. The noises that man was making could drive you insane. Each thrust was deeper, and took you to a new level as you ran your nails down Chris's back, legs wrapping around him for more, more, more. You were in such a state that neither of you could even feel or hear the coffin jolting with each thrust. You wished you could see more of Chris, but the darkness of the coffin only heightened your other senses. Each thrust felt more powerful, as Chris hit your g spot without fail each time.

It wasn't long before you Chris stopped kissing your neck to groan into your ear, slowing his pace.

“Y/N, I'm gonna cum,” He warned, asking without words what you were comfortable with.

“Cum in me,” you said without missing a beat, and you could've sworn the man whimpered a little. “Please.”

With that, Chris returned to his brutal pace, kissing your lips like he needed you like air. He pinched your nipple, and as a gasp escaped, Chris used this to his advantage for further access. After a moment, you felt his thumb toy with your clit again, slow circles getting faster, and as you felt yourself clench around Chris, the tightness in your stomach released and you felt ecstasy as you bucked wildly, desperate to stay in this moment. Just as you started to come down from your high, Chris released into you, losing control. You couldn't help but climb higher as the man you'd die for moaned into your ear, holding your hips and just losing himself into you.

You two cooled down, breathing hard against each other, the scent of sex heavy in the coffin. Though you could hardly see it, you could feel Chris looking into your eyes. Then his hand brushed some hair from your face and he kissed you sweetly, still inside you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him lovingly. When the kiss ended, Chris slipped out, and let out a sigh.

“You have no idea how long I've wanted you, Y/N. How much I need you.” Chris's voice was soft and gentle, a stark contrast what took place mere moments ago.

“I feel like I could say the same. Chris, I-” You stopped yourself before you could say how you feel. Because even after all this, the fear remained. But Chris wasn't going to let that get in the way.

“You what?”

“I've liked you for the longest time.” You chickened out.

“Well, I've loved you for years.”

Even in the dark, you looked over at him.

“What?”

“I wrote this song for you, actually. I'm eternally yours. If you'll give me the honour of being so.”

“I love you.” Was all you could say before your lips crashed to his once more in the beautiful blackness.

Taglist: @fedorable-killjoys @horrorolson As always if anyone wants to be added or taken of the taglist please let me know! <3

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[merakiui]

Fwb Vil "let's set soke ground rulea" and some "lets keep this secret"? He seems like the type of guy to lay down a bunch of rules and try to keep things way too professional

Oooo yes yes!!!! And the deeper you stray into the fwb, the more those rules seem less and less viable. <3 setting rules only to later break them... >:D

(fwb dialogues)

Somehow you've found yourself in Vil's bedroom.

Well, perhaps somehow isn't the right word to use in this instance, considering you knew this was coming. You can't just go from practicing lines to kissing like fools in love with the Vil Schoenheit without proper acknowledgment. It was slightly more complicated than that, sure, but the fact still stands that both of you got carried away. In the aftermath of mutual lust, you proposed a deal. Surprisingly, Vil agreed and now you find yourself discussing logistics in his room.

Not the trajectory you were expecting, but it's exciting nonetheless.

"If we're going to make this work, we'll need to establish a few things first. So with that in mind, let's set some ground rules," Vil declares, eyeing you sternly.

"I'm all ears."

"No marks of any sort. That includes bruises, scratches, and bites."

"Can't you cover them with makeup?"

He narrows his eyes at you, unimpressed. "Can't you mind your teeth? I'd rather not waste my supplies touching up marks that could have been avoided."

"All right, sure. No marks."

Nodding his approval, he issues you a pleased smile. "We'll schedule our meetings in advance. My days are busy and I can't afford to fit spontaneity in at my leisure. I trust you have no issues with this?"

"Fair enough." You suppose sex isn't much of a priority for either of you. Academics and work should come first. Or, if you're irresponsible, it'll be you before any of that.

"As for locations, we'll limit it to my room or yours at Ramshackle. Absolutely nothing else outside of that."

"Not even an empty classroom?"

"Especially not an empty classroom. Do you not realize how easy that makes it for anyone to catch us? The gossip practically writes itself."

Your lips droop in a pout. That's no fun. But you suppose it makes sense. In a school where gossip travels fast and far, the last thing you want is to be shoved into the limelight over something so shamelessly carnal.

"Most importantly, this relationship is strictly confidential between the two of us. Let's keep this a secret. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal clear," you agree with a smile. That seems to reduce some of the tension in Vil's shoulders, for he assumes a posture less rigid than before. Still just as perfect, but now he appears comfortable in your presence. Relieved, almost. "I get it. The media would eat this up if they knew. You're trying to avoid that."

"Precisely."

"All right. Now that that's taken care of, let's make it official. Shake on it?" You extend your hand, but he holds his up to stop you.

"One more rule."

You tilt your head, curious. "I thought we went over everything. What more could there be?"

"This is strictly physical. We're already well aware of where we stand in terms of emotional attachment, so I should hope I needn't clarify again."

You blink at him. Of course. Romance. Right. The forbidden line.

"There's no need to worry about that. I don't plan on falling for you anytime soon," you tease, taking his hand in yours and shaking firmly. "My heart's not that weak, Vil."

His lips lift in a proud smirk. "How coincidental. Neither is mine."

And thus the deal is sealed.

[being-addie]

How to Glow Up for School

Got an ask for tips to glow up, thought I'd make a separate post for it too.

⭐Workout⭐:

There's no rule that the gym is the only place to workout.

Youtube videos: There are tons and tons of great workout videos from people with a large following. My favourites are Caroline Girvan, growingannanas, Pamela Reif and Madfit. Go get sweaty!

Makeshift weights: You can water bottles filled with water/sand as weights or buy ankle weights to put around your wrists as you get stronger.

Run: This is an amazing source of cardio. I gave up a while back on this because I detest running, but it really does work. Plug in your headphones and go for a run in nature.

Dance: Dancing is a really fun way to workout. Try Zumba, hip-hop or K-pop routines. Hell, even Just Dance has some good ones. Join a class if you want to stay accountable.

Let me know if you want me to drop my workout routine too

⭐Diet⭐:

Honestly, I can't give much advice here, because I'm not qualified enough. Go to a nutritionist to see if there's anything you can do. If not, eat plenty of protein and fibre, limit your junk food intake and drink lots of water. Make lots of salads and fruit bowls. Overnight oats are healthy, filling and delicious.

What I like to do, is eat everything in moderation. Say I've had a healthy breakfast, lunch and dinner. I won't deny myself a nice bowl of ice cream (again, not a sundae, the key is moderation). But if I've had greasy food for lunch and takeout for dinner, I'll probably settle for fruit instead. Know that you can eat without punishing yourself, but remember not to go overboard. Food is fuel, remember.

⭐Other tips⭐:

Skincare: Don't make it too fancy. I know influencers and the like have those weird 15-step skincare routines, but it isn't necessary. I use the Cetaphil Gentle Skin Cleanser and the most basic Cetaphil face lotion I could find along with an organic lip balm my mom buys. It works like a charm and its not too fancy. I also take an ABC smoothie (Apple, Beetroot, Carrot + some water.) This is such a game-changer.

Abundance mindset: I like to think of the universe constantly working in my favour. It's always looking out for me, and I'm the luckiest girl in the world. What you think is what you attract. If you think negatively, you will begin to see only bad things around you. Stay positive.

Wardrobe: Go thrifting, or DIY some old clothes. Pinterest has tons of amazing ideas. Paint your T-shirts, dye your skirts, make cute jewellery at home. There are no limits.

Makeup: I don't recommend it honestly. I'm more or less anti makeup to the point where I only own two pieces of makeup(eyeliner and lip gloss) and even those are used sparingly. Don't get used to your painted face. Your natural beauty is beautiful; and should not be hidden. There's something so amazing in someone who is confident in their own skin. Own yourself, and people will love you more for it.

Hope this helps you become the best version of yourself. Baby steps to your goal, okay? This takes time and with consistency, you WILL get there. Stay lovely. xoxo

<3

[lolitakirstein]

Hey Neighbor pt 6

Part 6

[Previous part]

a/n: Sorry this kind ends abruptly but the word count was getting high so I figured i'd split it up. it doesn't really move the story alone, but I had fun writing this part.

wc: ~1.1k

tags: @better-imagination-9

The sun slants through the curtains that normally you would have drawn. But as the piercing light stabs your retinas, the events of last night slowly come back to you. Albeit in bits and pieces. A drink, or two, maybe four? Walking. Ok, stumbling. Being on the ground, looking up at Toji. FUCK. You sit up and the sudden movement sends the room spinning. Toji saw me, drunk, on the ground.

That thought quickly unlocks more from last night: Toji carrying you to bed. You throw the blanket off, groaning both from the tilting of the room and your growing embarrassment.

Once dispensing a gracious amount of cat food to Mewsy as an apology for not feeding her the previous night, you sit at your kitchen table. Still trying to piece together the events of last night. Had you said anything stupid? Made more of a fool of yourself than what you think you already did? And more importantly, how do you ever face him again?

Ok, time for damage control. Let's see, he saw me drunk. That wouldn't have been a big deal if he hadn’t also witnessed me rolling on the sidewalk like some kind of cat in heat and then carrying me like a child. Ok, the logical thing to do is to apologize. He saw me acting immature, so I’ll show him that I can be mature and own up to my mistakes.

After quick shower and a dusting of makeup to cover your dark circles, you check your reflection one more time in the hallway mirror and you open the front door. Before nerves can get the best of you, you stride next door.

You knock three times and pray that no one is home. I’ll count to five and if he doesn't answer I’ll—

The deadbolt clicks and the door swings open, revealing Toji in low-slung jeans and once again no shirt. His skin gleams with a thin layer of sweat. Smears of oil and dust coat his hands. His hair sticks to his sweaty brow and, once again your stomach clenches with a delicious warmth. Something about being around this man instantly kicks your body into overdrive. As if it’s in a perpetual state of ovulation when he’s near.

“Hey neighbor,” Toji greets you as he grabs a rag from his back pocket to wipe his hands. The act is arousing. The thought of him working with his hands. Instead of working in his garage—which he had clearly been doing—you imagine what those hands you do to you. Would they be gentle? Or rough? Or would he alternate between soft touches and choking—-no, no, focus.

“Hey,” you clear your throat. “Is this a bad time?” Please let it be a bad time.

“Not at all,” he opens the door more. “C’mon in.” You step around him, trying not to brush against him.

“Hi y/n!” Megumi shouts as he runs down the hall towards you.His arms outstretched. The excited voice, normally adorable, pierces right into your skull causing you to grimace accidentally.

Megumi stops short, his arms falling to his side. “What’s wrong y/n.”

“Nothing, I’m just–”

“Y/n was out way past her bedtime son,” Toji interrupts behind you. He slams the door, hard. Another jolt of pain shoots inside your head. “Let's give her a round of applause for being able to stand upright today.”

Toji starts clapping his hands, Megumi following suit, jumping in place. More pain crackles behind your eyes. Asshole.

“I’m going to go,” you murmur, turning back, intending to run out the door. Toji's leaned against it, however, his arms crossed and a satisfied look on his face. You’re blocked.

“Nonsense, we were just about to have lunch. Join us,” he coos, cupping and squeezing your face briefly before sauntering into the kitchen. You stare daggers at his bare back. Megumi grabs your hand pulling you to trail his father. “C’mon, y/n”

In the kitchen,Megumi climbs into a seat as Toji places a sandwich and some baby carrots in front of him. You remain standing, feeling out of place. Toji must notice because he pulls out a chair and gestures, albeit a bit dramatically. You roll your eyes before taking a seat.

“Here.” Toji places a bottle of painkillers and a glass of water in front of you. Your head spins from the thoughtful gesture, or it could just be the hangover. Nevertheless, a blush creeps into your cheeks.

“Are you sick,” Megs asks between bites of his sandwich.

“I—”

“Y/N was a bit of a party animal last night, fell down and dad had to carry her home,” Toji quips, pulling up a chair beside you with a sandwich of his own. HIs long legs stretched out. You whip your head towards him, intent on glaring him in the eye. You're then reminded that he is, still, shirtless. Your eyes betray you, drifting to his bare chest. Quickly you look away, focusing on pills and water.

“Isn’t that right, y/n” Toji presses. He's taunting you, wanting a reaction. Be mature be mature be mature. He nudges you with his leg. “Hmm??”

Taking a deep breath and gathering yourself, you look at Megumi. “Yes, I did have too much fun last night so I am a bit sick. And your father being shirtless and sweaty isn’t helping me feel any better.” So much for being mature.

Megumi giggles. Toji leans forward and places his forearms against the table. “Doesn’t seem to make you ill when you’re looking out your window at me,” he pretends to whisper, sending megumi into another fit of giggles

Shit! Did he know that you watched him? Now you look like a total creep. Fuck.

You try to think of something witty to say, but come up empty and embarrassed.

“Yeah didn’t think I would notice ya, staring out the window while i’m working out huh,” he prods.

“Can we talk?” you snap before he can say anything else humiliating.

“We are talking,” he gestures between the two of you.

“Alone,” you say softly, not wanting to hurt megumi’s feelings, excluding him.

After a few seconds of staring each other down, he finally yields. “Megs. take the rest of your lunch into the living room, Ok?”

Hanging his head, Megumi gathers the remainder of his meal and sulks out of the room.

“What?” Toji snarls.

“You always avoid adult conversations by using your child as a buffer,” you spit. Toji rolls his eyes, leaning back against the chair.

“Floors all yours, darling,” he gestures dramatically. “Let’s have an adult conversation.”

“First can you put on a shirt?” you ask

“Are you distracted?” he banters, a coy smile on his lips

You don’t take the bait. Instead scowl at him.

His smile falls as he sees you aren’t going to play his game. “Fine,” he grumbles, standing up and walking upstairs.

Now alone, you try to even remember why you came over here in the first place.

[astroprompts]

✧ —𝐁𝐎𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 [𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝟸]

“Why do we even have saucers? We don't drink tea!”

“Do you have a thousand dollars? Because each minute I spend talking to you, that's how much money I'm wasting.”

“You're the only one in this building who isn't a total snooze-cooze.”

“No one watches this show to feel feelings. Life is depressing enough already!”

“All this time, I assumed there was more to me than everyone thought. But maybe there isn't.”

“I don't care if you are happy or not. You have a job to do.”

“Look who finally decided to pick up the phone.”

“You must think I'm a real monster.”

“You were born broken, that's your birthright.”

“Can't say I'll miss it, but we did have some crazy adventures together these last few weeks.”

“Sometimes you wanna go where no one knows your name.”

“Is that name supposed to mean something to me?”

“I want to do things with you. Fully clothed, sober, in daylight hours.”

“Look, you obviously really care about this girl and that scares you, so you sabotage yourself.”

“How about you just stop sulking and go win her back, dummy?”

“I'm cynical, and I'm possessive, and I can sometimes fly off the handle. I'm not always the best at being not terrible. But I want to be better, I'm trying to be better.”

“Why do I always do this? I push away everyone I care about.”

“No matter what, we're going to stick together.”

“I'm no good with funerals. When I cry, it messes up my makeup and then I get really bummed out.”

“Okay, you're clearly in one of your moods.”

“Why serve dates and not have a place to put the pits? You know, some people just have no class.”

“There's so much to hate about what you just said.”

“Shove it up your ass with a spoonful of sugar, you supercalifragilisticexpiali-bitch!”

“You know, maybe it's for the best we don't get together that often. We'd most likely drive each other mad.”

“No one knows how to get under your skin like family.”

“You wanna check out this cool new game I got?”

“I know there's no accounting for taste, but come on.”

“There is no shame in dying for nothing. That's why most people die.”

“Quick, jump out the window, shimmy down the drainpipe and wait in the car.”

“When you don't regret the tattoo in the morning, that's how you know it's love.”

“I guess I was just foolish enough to believe this dumb world still had a little spark of romance in it.”

“Look, what happened back there is not your fault.”

“If you wanna go for a walk in the woods at night, go crazy, but I'm not going anywhere.”

“Look, pal, I'll pay the bill, just-- Just let us get you to a damn hospital.”

“Um, do you wanna talk about what happened?”

“Any time someone tries to love you, you shove them away.”

“I was this badass overachiever that had these big plans to change the world.”

“So, now you're just gonna do whatever a teenage girl says?”

“I don't need you to like me. It would be fun if you liked me, because I'd prove my parents were wrong to never support me, because I earned the admiration of an authority figure, proving I have intrinsic worth, but it's not a big deal or anything. Jeez.”

“You know, sometimes I feel like my whole life is just a series of loosely-related wacky misadventures.”

“When you think something isn't about you, you find a way to save the day and realize that it was, all along, all about you.”

“Oh, is that that thing where you strangle yourself in an attempt to heighten sexual arousal?”

“So, noose-wise, what are we talking? You use a standard sailor's knot or more like your average birthday-present bow?”

“I don't know if I want your jack-off kit at my house.”

“This is the part of the movie where you get your heart broken. Where the world tests you, and people treat you like shit. But it has to happen this way. Otherwise, the end of the movie, when you get everything you want, won't feel as rewarding.”

“Jesus, why does cantaloupe think every time it gets invited to a party, it can bring along its dumb friend honeydew?”

“When we know what we know about a monster like that and we still put him on TV every week, we're teaching a generation of young boys and girls that a man's reputation is more important than the lives of the women he's ruined.”

“I don't understand why you can't be on my side about this.”

“I asked you, really nicely, not to make a big thing out of this.”

“Why does it suddenly matter what I want?”

“All I ever wanted was to be your friend.”

“Stop kidding yourself. If you really wanted the simple life, you'd have a simple life.”

“Love is an illusion, and happiness is fleeting, no such thing as God, and all your favorite musicians beat their wives.”

“Well, I'm sorry that things have been so hard for you, but that doesn't give you the right to be shitty to me.”

“I can't be around someone who's just fueled by bitterness and negativity.”

“You know, it's funny. When you look at someone through rose-colored glasses, all the red flags just look like flags.”

“I wish I could just go home right now and crawl into bed and not have to talk about anything or explain anything.”

“I'm sorry I'm not the person I thought I was.”

“Hey, you wanna climb up on the water tower?”

“I'm really glad we left that stupid prom, but I'm kind of bummed we didn't get to dance.”

“Look, sometimes when you're an adult, the right thing isn't always the best thing.”

“You're the first grown-up I've ever met who actually treats me like... You know, a person.”

“I said so many things when I was young. I thought I was so deep.”

“It doesn't matter where you are, it's who you are.”

“So many times in my life I've done the wrong thing, but this is the right thing, and I have never been more sure of anything.”

“I've wasted so much time sitting on my hands and imagining what could have been.”

“If you are not out of my driveway in 30 minutes, I will call the police.”

“If you ever try to contact me or my family again, I will fucking kill you.”

“Wake up, captain dumbshit.”

“Now let's get out there and tell all those garbage rat bastard sons of bastards what we really think of them, once and for all.”

“If you're holding out for something better, well, I hate to break it to you, but you're gonna be alone for a long time.”

“Every day, it gets a little easier. But you gotta do it every day, that's the hard part.”

[newathens]

i totally agree, the relationships between fathers and sons are prolly my fave elements of pjo, but let's not nerf our goddesses ricky!!

i can't even begin to explain how much i loathe rick's depictions of femininity in the series, he will pay for his depictions of aphrodite and hera, two goddesses very feminine in what they represent. he did the entire concept of aphrodite's children so so poorly, he doesn't even try to show us their skillset and shows them sitting out of capture the flag to do their makeup or whatever?? and i like the idea of hera being obsessed with the 'perfect family' ideal she is trying to get the olympians to live up to but the way rick has portrayed it has fallen so short and it is obvious in general fandom reception of hera that it is inherently misogynistic (the amount of times i've seen people call pjo hera a bitch, keep my wife's name out of your fucking mouth!!). like hera is so misunderstood, she is one of the only gods to challenge zeus and take action especially since she's in a position to do so with less repercussion than others might receive (with the exception of the rebellion and whatnot), but no!! she is evil stepmother!! bitch who goes after zeus' lovers and children!!

and then you have slightly less feminine goddesses (though i'd argue they're still quite feminine in nature) artemis and athena, the former being a manhating stoic girlboss, how fucking creative rick go girl give us nothing. and what's the deal with artemis kicking out two sapphics from the hunt, like that is so icky to me in so many ways. then there's athena, who rick goes out of his way to show that she is a bad mother and person in general (using the roman myth of medusa on a greek goddess?? boooo, tomato, tomato). rick has the most annoying tendency to find one stereotypical trait about a greek god and just latch onto that for their characterisation and nothing else, you see it with some of the gods but it is so so prevalent in the goddesses. poseidon gets his good moments as a dad and viewed quite favourably in percy's eyes (on another note, the blatant bias in the greek gods and heroes books is laughable but that's another time), apollo gets a whole book series to have a redemption arc (good for him, though), hades gets some good moments too (though it's quite annoying to me seeing the fandom praise him as one of the 'good ones' lmao). zeus... i don't like rick's depiction of him for reasons entirely unrelated lol, but the point is that the gods are allowed to be multifaceted and complex, but the goddesses get their stupid stereotypical traits exacerbated and maybe one or two half-assed moments of something else. it pisses me off so much!!!

(sorry for leaving an essay in your inbox but in my defence you asked for this XD)

when did u send this !!!!! 10/10. no notes

he does this all the time and it’s not just the olympian goddesses either. his recent depiction of nyx was so….. i can’t even adequately form my thoughts on the matter. the characterization of the goddesses in the pjoverse are not given much thought. even when i try to rationalize and analysis it, they still fall short. iris, medea, khione off the top of my head, all fun characters but each have something umm distasteful(?) in their depictions. definitely a part of all three series that deserves more examination

[0theghost0]

Update

Hi hi, everyone. I know it's been a long time. I was actually typing up a message to @prince-infidel because of an ask they sent me, but I realized I should probably just make it a post. So I guess this is an update. Okay, short version: The end of 2022 and the entirety of 2023 was horrible for me. A lot happened, and 97% of it was not good. Now to get into a bit more specifics. While all of this crazy stuff was going on, a friend of mine really needed help with their company. They were just going through a ton, and I jumped on to help them while they were trying to figure that stuff out. Turns out that I was a good fit. So I've completely changed careers currently. Also, with all of this crazy shit going on, I stopped drawing entirely. That's a first for me. No matter what was going on, I always had my drawing as an outlet. It was very new for it to be gone. I actually only recently started drawing again, and when I say recently, I mean last week. I haven't even finished anything and my progress comes in very small doses. Baby steps I guess. Now the stuff you're actually probably interested in. Even though I haven't been drawing, I have been making art. - I've been putting crazy amounts of effort into making costumes. It's really fun and I've level grinded a lot with sewing and fabrics. I made an entire Victorian costume on my own. It was cool. - I weirdly started working on dolls? I have no idea why I started doing that. I hate dolls. - I started making weird... sculptures? I don't know how to describe them. It's basically recycling and turning materials into monstrosities for my own entertainment and to scare random people. - And I've delved more into my hobby of SFX makeup.

I have been being creative, it's just a bunch of stuff that no one cares about. It makes me happy and that's all there is to it really. Which brings me to the long version, because I have no idea how to continue this without going into details. I can only assume all of this answers anyone questions who might be curious. Time to get a bit more specific.

I don't know how to start this, so I guess I'll just say that my interests have completely moved. I think everything above should make that clear, but when I'm referring to interests, I mostly mean the things that inspire me. This is actually typical for me. I love fiction and am a fan of many, many things. I get really involved in a fandom for a while, get bored, then move on to one that is piquing my interest more. Eventually I come back and the cycle starts over. I always keep up with all of my interests simultaneously, it's just that one usually dominates the others. The thing is, comic books have completely lost my interest currently.

There's a lot of factors. I'm not going to repeat stuff that you've probably heard a thousand times from other people about the current state of the comic industry, comic writing, the movies, the video games blah blah blah whine whine whine. I think one of the big things though is that this last year has really changed me. I'm just a really different person now. I'm not that happy-go-lucky nerd I was before. I think my major concern is that I honestly think it would be fucked up if I continued to post here.

People started following me here because of my art and my posts. It would be fucked up to switch that around on them and just show back up as this different person with different art, different interests etc. I've thought about making an update on here a bunch of different times, but I never did because of stuff like that. However, in a way, it's been really nice. It's been nice to just do whatever stupid art project comes into my head, and to do it just for the sake of making something. I think dropping drawing all together (not by choice, mind you) turned out to be good for me. I think I got in tune with a creative side of myself that I'd lost a long time ago. It's been pretty neat.

I've thought about just leaving this tumblr to history. I honestly think that I should. It can be a weird time capsule of this specific fandom in this specific time period. I've thought about just making different social media accounts so that people who want to see any of my new, awful creations could if they wanted to. I don't know though. I'm just all up in the air all the time now lol

I get this isn't an "all questions answered" kinda post. Not that most people needed them, but I know that there are people who just liked my art in general and I knew they must be curious. So I hope I at least answered some stuff and gave some clarity.

[princessbettina]

Bittersweet Memories: Cody Rhodes x Fem reader pt 2 (18+)

Chapter warnings: Flirtation-Slow burn into a real relationship with the opposite gender (female reader x male partner). Apologies if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes in this.

Series Masterlist

♡Gif border credit goes to V6que♡

You cheered and clapped your hands after seeing your new friend, 'Stardust', win his match. The exciting buzz after winning a match always was a fun moment.

The people who stood backstage in and near the gorilla area cheered and clapped for Cody, too, as soon as he made it back from being out in the ring. He smirked and waved to everyone as he walked through, thanking everyone who congratulated him.

His firey eyes from the contacts he wore for his 'Stardust' persona fell onto you as he smiled his beautiful pearly smile at you.

He walked over to you, still panting from exhaustion due to his match. You noticed that some of his face paint had either started to come off or wore away, revealing Cody's real face,but the majority of the paint still remained.

You smiled as big as you could because you were genuinely very happy for him and the win he deserved, especially for Stardust, too.

"Hey!! How'd I do, Y/n?" Cody asked as he opened his arms up for a hug with you, still smiling.

"I mean, you got the win, right? Ah no, I'm just messing around, haha! You did a phenomenal job, Cody. You should feel really proud of yourself." You said as you connected your arms around his upper shoulders, hugging him back.

Shortly after, Cody chuckled; "Thank you so much, Y/n. You know, I didn't know that you were such a jokester."

"Well, you know it's a gift, really." You responded in a witty way, smiling brightly again. Both Cody and you laughed a bit more.

Cody continued to chuckle more as he listened to you talk. "Hey, I know a great and peaceful little cafe down the road from here where we could stop in and talk some more if you're up for it, Y/n?" Asked Cody, sending a wink your way before patiently awaiting your response.

You loved the idea of that. You nodded your head up at him; "Oh yeah? That sounds like fun. I'd love to go there with you, Cody."

"Yeah! Alright! You're going to love it, Y/n!" Cody clapped his hands from excitement. Seeing his reaction made you smile because of how heartwarming it was.

It was reactions like that from him that were really starting to make you develop crushy feelings for Cody. You hoped and prayed that he felt the same way about you, too.

Without hesitation, Cody reached out and held your hand and began walking with you through the arena hallway, leading the way to his dressing room.

When arriving at the dressing room of Cody's, the two of you stopped and stood in front of his door, you both smiling softly at one another.

"I'm going to quickly change and take the rest of this makeup off, Y/n. I'll be right out and meet up with you again as shortly." Cody said, slowly letting go of your hand as his back met the door to his dressing room, facing you for a moment.

You again nodded and gave a thumbs up. You began to turn to the side and started to walk towards the lobby of the arena.

Cody smiled to himself before wanting to get your attention before it was too late.

"Unless, of course, you want to come in and take a little peek inside here with me, if you know what I mean?" Cody called out to you while raising his brow in a flirty way towards you.

You widened your eyes and could feel your face getting warmer again. "Was this guy actually flirting with me right now?" You thought to yourself.

"Oh, woah, doesn't that seem a little bit forward? We just met each other, Cody. We hardly even know one another." You confessed, trying your hardest not to giggle.

"I think spending time alone together in a dressing room is a great way to get acquainted with someone new, sweetie," Cody bounced back. Flirtatiously smirking at you as his back came off from leaning on the door and again took hold of your hand, starting to lead you inside.

As much as you wanted to give in and follow his lead inside, you stopped yourself by doing the opposite. You just wanted to show Cody that you weren't the type of girl to make out with someone who you just met on the spot.

You know how to take care of yourself and can handle anything.

"We still hardly know each other. I think there are other ways to do that before leading down the other path. Besides, it's not like we're dating." You stated, smirking softly up at the handsome young man.

"We could. We could make this date." Said Cody as he winked flirtatiously at you again. Causing you to blush like crazy, and you hoped it wasn't obvious to Cody.

As much as you wanted to continue with this interesting topic for of conversation, you didn't want it to get too late before the cafe Cody planned to take you closed.

"Uhm... are you... did you hint at possibly going out with me, Cody?" You asked curiously, raising your brow.

Cody chuckled and then took a step closer to you; "I might have. Would that be something you'd be okay with, Y/n?"

Cody became dangerously close to your face, causing you to blush like a tomato. He rested an arm on the wall where your back was placed upon. You took a deep breath as you giggled at his actions.

"Y-Yes. Ask me again at the cafe to hear my official answer. Would you be okay with getting ready for the café you wanted to take me to, now?" You asked playfully, gently sliding out from under his arm that rested on the wall near your head as you then pretended to run away from him but came back up and giggled more.

"I'll wait for you down here, Codes. See you soon." You winked as Cody as he smirked again before waving and proceeded to get dressed and ready for your next adventure together.

A little bit of time passed, and Cody and you exited the arena and car traveled to the café. Getting out of the car, Cody assisted you out of the car by allowing you to slide your hand in between his and pulled you up and out gently.

You thanked Cody as he smiled. "Anything for you, beautiful." He proceeded to wink at you, causing you to blush one again.

You smiled up at him as you two began to gaze into one another's eyes.

"Shall we?" Cody asked with a whisper. You nodded your head as you gently squeezed his hand.

The two of you walked in together, immediately sucked into the comfy, cozy atmosphere of the café. People chit chatting, sitting either at tables or booths by the main large window, and sipping on their coffee or tea as the soft music played throughout the restaurant.

Cody and you fit right in. After both of you ordered what you wanted and it was ready, Cody and you found a spot to sit together.

"Thank you for agreeing to come here with me, Y/n." Cody stated,as he took a sip from his drink.

You smiled up at him; "Thank you for choosing me to take, Cody." You giggled softly, which caused him to smirk to himself playfully.

"There is something I've been meaning to ask you, Y/n, but I wasn't sure how'd you react to it..." Cody continued. You raised your brow in a curious way at his statement.

"Aw, well, there's no need to be nervous. I'm sure whatever it is can't be too bad or wrong of a question." You replied with a smile as you continued to take a sip of your drink more.

Hearing your calm and sweet response was able to help the future American Nightmare relax his nerves and help gain the confidence he needed to ask the one important question to him.

"I'm wondering, what is it that you want with your career?" Asked Cody confidently, again raising his brow.

"Oh wow, we're going there. I like it." You wittly replied, earning Cody to blushly smirk at you as he nodded.

"I want to make the most out of my career as a wwe superstar. I think that's what everyone else who's in the business wants too." You continued on as Cody listened and nodded again but didn't say a word.

He knew there was more to your answer. "What I really want is to make the best moments possible while I'm in the company. Enjoy every second with my friends here, including you."

Cody smiled, placing his hand over his heart as he nodded his head as you continued; "I have hopes to become a champion at least once while I'm here." You concluded as you smiled back at him.

"Great answer, Y/n. I don't have a doubt in my mind that you won't become a champion because you will become a champion in no time." Replied Cody with a wink, causing you to smile brightly and place a hand atop of your heart.

"Why thank you so much, Cody. Hearing that coming from you truly means a lot to me." You said, smiling ever so bright.

Cody's smile met up to the same level as yours. The sight of it caused your heart to flutter in your chest. "Who knew that would be another thing that we both have in common. We both want to hold championship gold in our career. I'd say this is a great way to a great friendship." Said Cody with a wink your way.

You thought that everything Cody was saying was really sweet. It truly meant a lot to you to know that he considered you a friend.

What you didn't know is that Cody actually considered you more than just a friend. There was a small crush developing on you, but since the two of you literally just met and he wasn't sure how you felt about him, Cody didn't want to ruin anything between the two of you.

Little did he know that you had a little crush on him, too, and that you felt the same way he did as well.

"You're definitely championship material to me, Cody. You didn't say all that sweet and heartwarming things just because we're friends, right?" You asked, raising a brow in curiosity.

Cody smiled softly before tilting his head slightly upwards at you; "If I didn't, if it was because of a different reason, then would that be okay?" He asked, his face slowly becoming pinker by the minute.

You raised your eyebrow in a confused way this time but managed to smirk at Cody; "What would be the reason, Cody?"

Taking a few deep breaths, Cody scooted closer to you in his seat, gently holding both of your hands in his.

"Y/n, I feel like it was truly meant to be for us to meet and become friends. I know we're friends, but I feel like we should be more than friends. I'm ready for that commitment as long as you are. I want to be more;" Cody began to confess to you, still holding onto your hands.

You blushed as the smile on your face grew. You honestly had no idea where Cody was going with this, but you wanted it to keep going.

"Please let me be yours. Not just friends this time." Cody concluded. Still holding your hands gently.

You were surprised. You had never been flirted with and asked out before at the same time. Yes, it was something that you had wanted in your life, but never expected it to arrive so soon.

"I-I- Wha-Are you being serious when you asked that, Cody?" You asked, stammering on your words. That's how stunned you were by all of this.

Cody wasn't playing any games with you. He truly meant every word he told you. "Yes, Y/n. I am very serious. You have my word on that."

"I honestly don't know what to say. We need more time, don't you think, Cody?" Shaking your head in disbelief momentarily because glancing up at him with a raised brow.

Thankfully, Cody understood what you meant by your question and agreed with you one hundred percent. "You're right, Y/n. I don't think that's an issue at all. We can take it slow if you want."

Caught off guard by the last sentence from Cody caused you to giggle uncontrollably.

Shifting his shoulder over to you, Cody smirked playfully at your reaction; "Hey! C'mon, I didn't mean it like that, Y/n." Cody playfully protested as he gently nudged your arm.

As you began to relax and stop giggling, your eyes met back up with Cody's gorgeous blue eyes. "May I think about your question for a bit longer and get back to you on it when I can?"

Cody softly nodded and smiled. He once again took hold of your hand and rubbed the top with his thumb, "Of course. Please take as much time as you need. Never forget that I'll always be right here for you whenever you are ready. "

You smiled and thanked your friend for being extremely understanding. The two of you shared a hug in which you told him;

"Don't worry, you shouldn't wait too long for an answer." You playfully winked at Cody, causing him to chuckle once again. That made him very happy and hopeful that one day, he'd be officially together with his one and only true love...

...You.

-The end ♡

(Sorry for the mini cliffhanger. It had to be done. What's right for the story is what's right for the story. I hope you enjoyed the read. Thank you for your support. I'll see you in the next chapter/story ♡)

[iwitch-plus]

Heya :) it's been a while!

Hi, my name is Dolly (she/her) and I've had this blog for quite some time! In the past I've done things like open up free readings, or create discord servers as a way to feel a sense of community, but this time around I think I'm okay with just being here instead of seeking attention and validation. A new era of this blog marks my first steps toward ACTUAL self-discovery and growth.

This was initially a side blog but now it's the main one I use. But since it's technically a side blog, if you see any likes/follows from @ibitch-plus that's me lol!

I just thought I'd make a pinned post sharing a little about myself, and I'll try to keep it brief but I'm bad at that.

The direction this blog is going to be going is ideally going to be personal, intimate, focused on my own growth as a person, and focused on my growth in my practice. I plan on being vulnerable and fairly open but not to the point where it's a burden on followers. I just want this to become a safe space for myself and others to share if they have been feeling like they're lacking in personal growth/their practice. You're not alone! And you're welcome to follow me and join me on my journey to help inspire your own journey!

I'm 23, I'm a Virgo sun, Gemini moon, Gemini rising, and I have an air dominant chart with a Gemini stellium!

While I do love witchy aesthetics, my witchy blog has always been more dedicated to research, resources, and text posts along with my own personal photos, anecdotes, spells, and journey.

My witchy interests include:

Tarot

Herbalism

Botany

Kitchen Witchery

Astrology

The Moon

Sigils

Glamour Magic

Low effort Witchcraft

Natural products (making my own salves, tinctures, balms, etc!)

Aphrodite

All Greek pantheon, honestly

Spirits/Entities/Demons/Deities of all kinds

Crystals

Pendulums, and most other forms of divination

Mixology

Probably so many more but I can't think of any more specific ones!

My non witchy interests include:

Video games! Mostly Nintendo Switch gaming and cozy games but I play a lot of stuff on PC and some on other consoles, too!

Cartoons! Kids cartoons, adult cartoons, anime. I just like it better when it doesn't have real people in it. I love Adventure Time, Gravity Falls, recently been into Bob's Burgers, I'm just a big cartoon fan!

Cats! I have 2 boy kitties, a little black one and a big ol' orange dude. They're my favorite, and I love pretty much all cats in general.

Piercings and tattoos! I work in a tattoo shop, currently working on my piercing apprenticeship!

Mixology! Again, lol! I find the art of making and creating cocktails to be very witchy, but also just super fun in non-witchy ways.

Fashion! I love clothes and shoes, and I can never stick to one aesthetic

Pool! Like, as in billiards! Super random but it's fun and I've gotten a lot better over the past couple years!

Pretty much any hobby ever! Soap making, candle making, baking, embroidery, hand sewing, cosmetic making, jewelry making, singing, makeup, playing instruments, I just love to do it all.

Okay that's enough about me, like I said I'm bad at keeping it brief but there ya go! Can't wait to get back into the community. <3