#★ sandman

[bebegi]

OOPS! ೃ⁀➷ STEEL BALL RUN

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶! 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘩 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭! 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦!

genre: accidental confession | modern au | reader x gyro, wekapipo, sandman, disco & mountain tim.

warnings: grammar mistakes (SORRY) and a couple of threats hehe

PART I– PART II – PART III – PART IV – PART V – PART VI – PART VII – PART VIII – PART IX

notes: sbr men are either the loves of my life or the fuel of my nightmares, take a guess

© bebegi 2024. do not crop the tag or claim it as yours in any way please, do not repost in other sites without asking for permission + credit, thanks !! reblogs are highly appreciated ♡

[eatingoutmen]

“Your fav DC male character is prob Batman/Dick Grayson/Jason Todd or smthn like that…”

.

.

.

Yeah, right…

(I will literally fuck the shit out of them so bad until they’re sobbing and can’t form words anymore and still feel me for a week.)

[bengals-barnesbabe]

Closet Date

Pair: Husband!Justin Jefferson x Wife!BlackReader

Des: You and Justin need a break from your kids, so you find solace in your walk-in closet.

TW: MDNI 18+ NSFW | smut, p in v, fingering, descriptions of a dick, breeding kink, daddy kink, language, temper tantrums, children not playing nice, 1st POV, Justin's POV

WC: 1950

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It’s 7 PM on Friday, it’s 95°, and my husband and I are stuck trying to discipline a 7-year-old boy and a 3-year-old because they won’t stop trying to kill each other.

Alright, we love our boys more than anything, but when Zion came home from school with a prize he won from participating in class (which we are very proud of him for), Deion, his little brother, lost it. 

Justin is currently trying to help Zion understand that his brother is young and still learning about sharing and not touching other people’s stuff. 

While I am trying to soothe Deion as he continues to have a 20-minute temper tantrum, at this point, I’m just waiting for him to pass out because this little boy will not listen. 

So here I am, sitting on the living room floor, as my toddler bangs his fists and kicks his feet. Thankfully, the waterworks have dried up, and he’s finally settling down. But the little guy is really putting up a fight with the Sandman.

Meanwhile…

“Dad, you don’t understand. I won this fair and square. If I let Deion play with it, he’ll break it.” Zion says, holding his toy to his chest. 

“I know, son.” Justin sits on the bed with the boy and wraps his arm around his shoulder. “Your brother’s got a lot of learning to do, but I’m proud of you for standing up for yourself. Deion just doesn’t understand how much it means to you.”

Zion leans into his father’s embrace. “Why not? I told him I won the class spelling bee.”

Justin smiles and rubs the young boy’s arm. “He’s just a little guy right now. Deion hasn't learned the importance of hard work yet. He’ll get there soon, but until then, how about you keep your prizes in your bag until you get home? Then you can play with your toy all you want when your brother isn’t looking. How’s that sound?” Zion looks up at his dad and smiles back at him with his matching grin.

“I can do that, daddy.” 

“Alright, buddy, how about you tell me all about this spelling bee?” Justin asks, making the kid’s face bean with excitement.

“Okay! So it was me, and Liza, and Dia…

As Zion tells his dad about his exciting victory, I’m finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, thanks to our 3-year-old, who is now passed out on the couch. 

I softly chuckle as baby snores come from Deion’s pout. Then, get off the floor and scoop him up, taking him to his dinosaur-themed room and tucking him in. 

“My poor baby.” I frown at his sweet brown, tear-streaked cheeks. Both boys look just like their father, from their deep, sunken eyes to the undertone of their skin.

The truth is, you wouldn’t be able to tell I was their momma, but I have the stretch marks and wide hips to prove it.

As I walk out of Deion’s room, Justin closes Zion’s door and winks at me. “Is he asleep, too?”

“Yeah, don’t worry, he’s not upset anymore. Daddy got it all under control.” He smiles, showcasing his pearly white teeth. 

I raise my brows in amusement. “Oh really, Daddy handled it without any tears?” We close the space between us, his hands finding their home around my hips just above the swell of my ass.

“Mhmm, you know me. Never gotta worry about me with my boys.” 

I hum softly, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Well, since the boys are down. Looks like we finally have some time to ourselves.” I say casually but inciting a glimmer in his eyes. “We should have a closet date…”

He narrows his gaze, but his smirk remains. “A closet date? What’s that love?”

“You’ll just have to follow me and find out.” My hands briefly run down his chest, and then I take his hand, leading him to our walk-in closet.

“Baby, I hope this isn’t you getting me to help you rearrange your shoes. I told you just to hire a taskmaster for that.” I can hear the eye roll through the playfulness of his tender voice. I shake my head and continue to walk through our bedroom and into the closet, closing the door behind him. “Alright, we’re here. Will you tell me what this is now, baby?”

I hide my smirk with the mask of confusion. “Hmmm… well, I saw this idea in a video somewhere. I think it starts off like this…” I slowly backed him up to an empty wall. “And something like this…” I raise one hand to his neck, and the other rests on his chest.

The glimmer in his eyes returns as his hands return to my hips and then follow the curve of my rear. “Oh… I see now. Let me help you some, mamas.” His grip tightens on me, both hands grabbing my cheeks and pulling flushed against his fit body.

“Am I going in the right direction?” He asks huskily against my ear, lightly tugging at the lobe with his lips, successfully sending a wave of heat down my spine.

“Mhmm, you catch on fast,” I whisper as his lips move down my neck, quickly latching onto my pulse point, making my breath hitch. “Ohhhh… Baby…” 

My moans flow to his ears like sweet melodies as he nips and sucks at my sensitive skin before pulling up and capturing my lips with his in a slow passionate manner.

“I love your voice, mamas. Make some more of those beautiful noises for me.” He mumbles against my lips while sinking his hand down the fabric of my lounge pants and feeling the bare skin all the way down to my damp folds. “Mamas, fuck,” he growls, barely dipping his long fingers in and spreading my wetness up to my clit.

“Jus-Justin…” He swallows my moans and gently circles my sensitive button until my core is clenching around nothing.

“You had my pussy out all day while I was up in that office buried in film? I could’ve had you bent over my desk, worshipping my woman’s beautiful body all day?” He groans and traces the outline of my pussy.

“Jus- Daddy, please…” I whine into his muscular chest.

“You think after thinking about you and this wet ass pussy all day, I’m gonna let you off easy?” He chuckles and pulls his fingers away.

“No, daddy, please. I had to take care of the boys and…

“Shhh shhh, calm down mamas. I’m just playin’. You really thought I was gonna hold out? Nah nah nah, I need you just as bad as you need me.” He pecks my lips, then pulls the string, holding my pants up. I shiver, feeling the draft on my pulsing cunt.

Justin takes his time undoing his belt and dropping his jeans. “You know, I was thinking… It’d be nice to have a little sweetpea like her momma running around here.” He whispers as he pulls his thick length from his boxers.

“Ohhh, I need that…” 

His smirk grows widely on his lips. “What a little princess or…” He hooks my leg over his waist and rubs his dick on my heat.

“Both!” My hips move against his on their own accord. 

A deep chuckle fills my ears. “You gonna let me fill you up with another baby, mamas? Give us the missing piece from our family. You gonna make me a daddy to a little princess, mamas? My beautiful Queen, my wife, the love of my life…”

I nod my head avidly. “Yes, Justin. I want you to fill me up, pump me full of your cum. I wa- need it, I wanna have your baby so bad.”

“I’ll give it to you, baby. What my queen wants, she gets. I’ll give you anything and everything. I’m gonna need to hold on and breathe, baby. Okay?” He lifts my head for confirmation.

“Yes, daddy.” 

He dips his head to place a sweet, loving kiss on my lips. “Good girl.” His grip on my leg tightens as his free hand lines his dick up to my core. “Breathe baby…” 

I lay my head on his chest to match his steady breaths while he slowly sheathes himself inside me. “There you go, good girl.” His voice’s gritty as he holds back, letting my pussy stretch nicely around his thickness.

“Oh-hhh.” My short, oval nails dig into his shoulders as he sinks in, inch by breathtaking inch. 

“Baby… Talk to me, mamas.” He groans, withdrawing everything but the tip. “How you doin’?”

I smile against his chest. He’s also so attentive during sex, no matter where, how, or when he’s taking me. Making sure he doesn’t hurt me more than it should at first, always prioritizing my pleasure over his. 

“Justin…”

“Yes, mama, what is it?” He answers softly.

I look up into his dark chocolate eyes. “I need you… to fuck me…”

“You sure, baby, we can go as slow as you want?” His big, warm hand cups my cheek, his thumb gliding over my cheekbone.

“Daddy, I need it.” I voice innocently while giving him dark ‘fuck me’ eyes. He bites his lip and flips us so my back is against the wall.

“Fuck, those beautiful brown eyes, you know exactly what you’re doing, huh?” He smirks, kisses my temple, and then wraps my other leg around his waist. “I can’t wait to see you glowing and growing my baby again.”

For a moment, my heart bursts with joy. A bubbly smile paints my face as my mind fills with ideas and images of what my husband would look like as a girl dad. 

Then he dips his lips to my ear, and he growls, “Take this dick mamas.” His thick, veiny dick drags me from those thoughts as it fills my pussy deliciously, drawing out muted screams and deep breaths. 

“Goddamn, you feel good, always so tight. Like you were made for me.” He moans, thrusting hungrily in and out of my slick warmth. 

His tip hits that spongy spot with one long drag, making my back arch. “Fuck! Daddy!” 

“Mamas, you’re killing me here. We can’t wake up the boys.” He groans breathlessly but continues to bully my g spot with his fat tip. My dull nails drag up and down his back, whimpers and sharp moans leaving my lips. 

“Mamas…” He starts, then fixes the problem with his mouth instead, blurring my moans with his lips. 

Our sounds of pleasure mix together while the slapping of his skin on mine prevails.

You can’t fix every problem.

✧･ﾟ: *

“So, why closet sex when I could’ve just made love to you in this big-ass comfy bed? You hit your head on the wall like three times.” Justin mumbles against my chest as we lay under the covers, legs wrapped together, happily spent.

“I told you, I saw it in a video.” I shrugged, tracing the patterns in his cornrows.

“Why did they do it in the closet in the video then?” He looks up at me.

I bite my lip and chuckle hesitantly. “Their kids were watching TV in their living room.”

He snorts, shaking his head. “You just wanted me to fuck you in that closet, huh?” He climbs up and kisses my lips, softly biting my lower lip.

“Guilty.” I moan, rolling us over and putting my hands on either side of his head, smirking. “Now, wanna see if we can fit in round two before the boys wake up?”

“My girl… I love the way you think.” He smiles, pulling my head back to his lips.

And it all started because of a toy dinosaur.

[tvarchive]

the sandman ★ 1x04, a hope in hell

+ bonus

[aphroditelovesu]

.⋆◞❖°･.masterlists◡̈♡._

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↳¸•.↑✿cited song: fake love by BTS.

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➷°.[✩] BLACKPINK╭⟡;🖤

➷°.[✩] ITZY ╭⟡;🧡

➷°.[✩] Stray Kids ╭⟡;💙

く く く EXO: Yandere Baekhyun (Romantic), Yandere Suho (Romantic). く く く TWICE: Imagine as Classmates.

➷°.[✩] Greek Mythology ╭⟡;⚡

➷°.[✩] Egyptian Mythology ╭⟡;𓂀

➷°.[✩] Historical Characters ╭⟡;📜

く く く The Lost Queen | Yandere!Alexander the Great ❝You woke up near a military camp without remembering how and why you got there, you didn't understand why they were dressed like ancient Greeks, all you knew was that you weren't safe and you needed to get out of that place as soon as possible. Too bad for you that you found yourself attracting unwanted attention from the Macedonian King and he won't let you go so easily.❞ The Lost Queen Series Masterlist

➷°.[✩] The Vampire Diaries // The Originals╭⟡;🧛

➷°.[✩] House of the Dragon╭⟡;🐉

➷°.[✩] Game of Thrones╭⟡;❄️

➷°.[✩] The Sandman╭⟡;⌛

➷°.[✩] Outlander╭⟡;🗿

➷°.[✩] Wednesday╭⟡;🎻

➷°.[✩] Brooklyn Nine-Nine╭⟡;👮‍♂️

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➷°.[✩] Outer Banks╭⟡;💰

➷°.[✩] K-Dramas╭⟡;❤️

➷°.[✩] Reign╭⟡;👑

➷°.[✩] The Tudors╭⟡;🗡️

➷°.[✩] Hannibal╭⟡;🍽

く く く The Bloody Viscount | Yandere!Anthony Bridgerton ❝You had fallen in love with Viscount Bridgerton and he had fallen in love with you. The marriage seemed perfect, but then why did Anthony Bridgerton always come home late and bloodstained?❞ Prologue; Chapter 1; Chapter 2;

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➷°.[✩] A Court of Thorns and Roses╭⟡;🌹

➷°.[✩] A Song of Ice and Fire╭⟡🔥

➷°.[✩] Attack on Titan╭⟡⚔️

➷°.[✩] Naruto╭⟡🍥

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➷°.[✩] Death Note╭⟡📓

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➷°.[✩] How To Train Your Dragon╭⟡🐲

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➷°.[✩] Love Letters╭⟡💕

➷°.[✩] Love Letters II╭⟡💕

➷°.[✩] Kinktober 2023╭⟡🎃

[tulipsforyourlips]

✧˖°. i found you MASTERLIST ✧˖°.

|| the sandman x dead boy detectives || ★゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜

PAIRING: dream of the endless x fem!reader+charles rowland x edwin payne PARTS: 8/? WARNINGS: angst, slowburn, vivid depictions of gore, blood, violence, mentions of sex

★゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜

SUMMARY: You run the dead boys detective agency along with your two best friends. And somehow two ghosts and a living girl make it work. Until you dream one night, of dream himself.

★゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜

AO3

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7 PART 8

[yourlocaltreesimp]

Winter special!

Sorry this took so long, my phone decided typing wasn’t a thing it could do anymore and my brother is too nosy for me to write on my laptop.

As always: GN!Reader, Pre-established relationships, Tooth rotting fluff

Characters: Wars + Wind, Legend, Four & Time

Part one Next part (to be continued)

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Wars + Wind

Winter traditions weren’t the same on Outset. It didn’t snow on the island, just as it hadn’t for the many years that came before. Warm waves frothed as they lapped against golden sands. The only cool thing was a slight breeze, which combed through the palm trees.

Wind knew it wouldn’t snow. But still, he found himself longing for the cozy days inside by the fire and the occasionally reckless days spent in the flurries of snow.

Even as you investigated his pouty lip and unusual quietness, he couldn’t bring himself to feel better. He couldn’t quite understand it. Logically, he knew it wouldn’t snow. Still, he found himself disappointed with the outcome.

“I just-“ He sighed, shrugging noncommittally, “It doesn’t feel like winter… It’s the same as it’s always been, but I-“ He shakes his head and turns away from the window.

“Don’t worry, i’ll shove you in a pile of snow when we get back to my Hyrule” The captain smirked, leaning against the door. You managed to throw him a soft glare over your shoulder as Wind grumbled (read: shouted) something threatening in return.

Oh how you yearned to see the two pelt each other with snowballs. Truly, it’d be amusing. Shame sand can’t hold its shape that well being thrown.

The two pause their exchange of school ground taunts at the sight of your pure and utter delight.

“I think we broke them” The sailor side eyes his brother, concerned. Wars inspects you from his side of the room before walking over. He grabs each side of your face to examine you further. His hands are warm. Comforting. Secure.

“If you kiss them i’m going to throw up” Wind’s face is contorted into something of a judgemental scowl, comical on his face. You both scatter off each other, garnering a fitting amount of cackles from the youngest hero. You grab him while he’s distracted, managing to tug both him and warriors outside in a fit of confusion and voice cracking shrieks. In fact, you drag them the entire way through outset and to the beach.

“Alright, C’mon you both. We’re making snowmen” Your victory is short lived.

“Really, hun? And how’d you suppose we do that” sassed by your own boyfriend… wow.

“Sandmen. You get my point” You roll your eyes and start gathering damp sand into a mound like shape. It

“Don’t just sit there, you were the one down in the dumps” You lovingly jab at Wind, who cracks a grin and gets to work adding sand to the lumpy collection of the body.

Between the three of you it was easy enough work, save for trying to stay out of the tide and avoid stepping on any sharp rocks.

In just over an hour, a sandman had formed. Adorned with little shell eyes and mouth, draped with seaweed and driftwood for arms, your sandman stood proud against the sea. The three of you sprawled out on the sand, basking in the waning warmth of the sun as it set. The sky was full of vibrant oranges and yellows, the sea waved the same colors back. Your stomach hurt from laughing, your arms were sore from wrestling the stiff sand. Your fingers interlaced with War’s, Wind half laid over you. The whole scene was magical.

Quietly, Wind was thankful. Not many people on his small island quite understood him. Not even himself. The weather was great, and yet he still felt sad. But with his two parents, he felt understood. Cared for. Loved. And that’s what winter was about, he supposed.

Legend

It was, however, really goddamn cold in Legend’s Hyrule. Snow, crystalline and white was packed thickly up to your knees, making any movement a challenge. The wind blew through you and scattered loose bits of snow on top. The rows and rows of apple trees are barren, and looked to have been for quite some time.

When you both finally managed to make it home, you practically fell into the doorway. But alas, it was cold inside too.

The cluttered home certainly did well to lift your spirits, but did little in preventing the onset of hypothermia.

“Hey” Leg’s voice pulled you from shivering. He sounded soft, warm in his regard despite the many times you heard him curse out the weather.

“I’ll see if I have anything here to help keep us warm, it’s usually not this bad” He smiles, wincing slightly as he flexes his hands. You knew even if he did manage to find some cloak or enchanted jewellery stashed away in the depth of his house, it would do little to soothe his aching joints. However, you knew no matter what you said, no one could get the vet to sit still for ten minutes while you tried to light a fire. Hylia herself could order him to sit down and wait, but you knew he’d never listen. It just wasn’t the person he was.

“Just- be careful, ok? Don’t overdo it. I’ll try to start a fire in the meantime” He nods, redirecting his familiar determination mixed with spite towards finding something to warm you both up.

You yourself began gathering wood from various places around the house to light a fire. Apparently, you’d forgotten that the wood you intended to burn should go next to the place you burn it. You were ever so in love with your past self, at the moment

Trips to the kitchen, paddock and small forger rewarded you with just enough wood to start a hearty fire going. It cast patterns on the wall, meeting and reflecting on the many weapons, souvenirs, paintings, photos and other such trinkets which lie mounted on the walls or placed onto shelves. It was comforting. Calm. A serene feeling of warmth, both literal and metaphorical washed over you.

Swift steps echoed through the house as your beloved pink-haired hero returned, blankets and cloaks gathered in a massive mound in his arms. They hit the ground with a soft whoosh, Legend grinning, proud he’d completed his task. He sits down, bracing himself on the fireplace and the floor, a pained look passing his face. Brows furrowed, teeth bared as his mouth pulled into a wince, it wasn’t what you wanted for him. The cold months made everything with his joints hurt worse. Even if he wore all his braces, used all his salves, worked an adequate time, the cold pierced through him.

“C’mere” You pat the floor in front of you and assist him as he shuffles over. Your hands cup each cold, pink cheek, thumbs brushing over their blushed surface. He melts into you, his eyes closing in comfort and contentment for one of the first times in his life. Your hands slide back to weave through his hair, delicately setting his hat off to the side. Wordlessly, you press him forward to lean against your chest, scratching his scalp and whispering soft assurances. His ears flush and wiggle, his head is tucked away in the crook of your neck.

Finally, you lean back, laying down on the floor. You drape the heavy collection of blankets, cloaks and quilts over you and he resigns to his fate. He’s a little achy, but finally he can settle.

“There we go, you can rest” Your voice regards him softer than anyone else has before. It cradles even the most pained parts of himself. From the scared child he started his journies as, to the paranoid hero who was constantly hunted, to the jaded man he grew to be, you placated him. He was never built to be so soft. He smiles, grateful you can’t see his giddy lovestruck face and tease him over it— let alone make it worse. It was dangerous to be this soft. And yet he’s never felt so safe. For the first time in a long time he feels like he can relax. There’s nothing else to do than lay here with you.

Four

But the harsh winter chill didn’t invade the fire-warmed forge. Hot fire burned in the furnace, settling a cozy orange haze across the metal surfaces of anvils, swords and well-used work tables. The light scattered, making abstract patterns on the walls and catching on fine strands of gold as a ringed hand tucks the hair behind his pointed ear.

Four was well accustomed to making things — whether it be for commissions or as gifts.

Yet, he never had so much trouble as he did this time. Something about the self-imposed stress of perfection or the fact that it was for you, someone he treasured so deeply, made the task of making your gift so difficult. It seemed no matter what he drew up, no matter at what angle he approached, no matter what style he emulated, nothing felt quite right.

“Too little” A brash voice would complain, “Something so simple- it’s as if we don’t even love them.”

And so he’d tear the page and start again.

“Too much” A colder voice critiqued, “It’s hardly practical for them”

And so he’d pick up his pencils and start another sketch.

“It’s just-“ A softer voice tried several times to rephrase before landing on his words, “Not them. It’s not a bad gift, not at all. Just not one right for them.”

And after a moment of hesitation, he nods and begins once more.

“It’s not your fault” The surest voice of the four finally speaks up in the middle of his newest sketch. Four sighs and allows himself to separate himself from his work for a moment. Papers are strewn about, odd markings in coloured pencil are scribbled across each design. The distinct handwritings overlap and splay out from one another where each and every one of his opinions dieviated.

Anger doesn’t find him, too burnt out for the fire to find its fuel.

His hand knots itself in his hair, tiredness gripping him finally. He’s about to shake it off and return to his work, to draw until his hand is cramped and his mind exhausted, but he’s stopped by a shuffling just outside the door.

“Link?” Your familiar voice calls quietly, not wishing to intrude on whatever breakdown you intruded on.

Almost shamefully he turns to face you, hunched over and afraid of what you’ll say.

“Why are you still up? Why are you still working- it’s been the whole day!” Your tone holds no real bite, though he can sense disappointment.

“I was just finishing up orders for-“ Your voice cuts him off before he can finish the lie.

“Oh shush. The only thing you’ll be doing is getting into bed and not waking up till noon” It’d be so easy to release himself from your soft grip on his upper arm.

Mentally, it feels impossible.

There’s quiet insistence— hope, even, that he’ll follow along. And he lets himself be dragged out.

“Besides,” The calm voice of his inner self rings out, “You’ll find good inspiration eventually” He smiled, suppressing a laugh. Lest you turn around and ask him what’s so funny. It’s nothing, truly —he’d say— just that he figured out his newest project. A ring.

Time

The coziness of winter didn’t seem to trickle through the whole chain, though. For, the Hero of Time himself was far too busy fulfilling the role of being elderly. Time travel paradoxes aside, Time had spent the first two weeks of the early winter season in bed.

His own stubborn ethic would normally call him to work until he dropped dead, so long as the jobs were done by the end of the day. But between his heavy limbs, dizzy mind and weak muscles, it seemed as if he had no choice. He huffed after finally sitting up, legs swung over the side of the bed.

The room felt excruciatingly cold, every uncovered piece of skin attacked by the frosty hands of winter herself. As he finally managed to stand, fatigue settled over him in a heavy blanket.

It was odd, he thought. Several times he’s lost so much blood he could’ve sworn he died. He was so familiar with the feeling. With pushing past it. But now? Now he couldn’t move? He’d laugh if his lungs could spare the air.

He was forced to lean on anything nearby in order to keep himself shuffling forward. Dressers, doors, tables, chairs… It didn’t matter so long as they helped him reach his goal. Admittedly, though, he did linger by the fire, given it was the only moment he didn’t feel like the chill of the dead season had settled in his bones.

After what felt like ages of fridged shuffles, he made it to the other side of his small cottage. The island provided him a place to sit, and the kitchen provided warmth as stew bubbles away on the stove.

“Link! What are you-“ You move quickly to scold him for leaving bed, a crime he committed quite frequently, but paused upon seeing him squint

“Sorry” Your sweet apology is better than any medicine to him. He can already feel the warmth returning to his chest.

…Maybe that isn’t a good thing considering his fever.

“Go lie down,” He opens his mouth to argue with your concerns “I know you’re hungry and your fever is coming back up,” Oh, is that why your hands were on his cheeks? “But you’ll get more medicine after you eat, ok? I’ll be done soon” He feels himself deflate and lean forward into you, resting his heavy head into the crook of your neck. It feels perfectly carved to his face.

“Miss you” He rasps, his own voice unfamiliar. It’s gravelly and almost hard to make out with how slow and slurred he seems to talk

“I know, I know” You sigh, finally resting back into him, leaning him upright. Your hand massages his back, where his tunic is just slightly stuck to his skin.

He takes a deep breath. It feels like his lungs don’t absorb any of it.

You lean back on your heels to tend to the stew and he feels your hands tugging him with you. As eagerly as he can, he stands, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin atop your head.

“No- C’mon, back to bed” You huff in amusement at his loopy affection, to which he takes great offense

“But I don’t want to” He sighs heavily in response, leaving himself to be dead weight if you don’t start agreeing soon.

“I want to stay out here, with you” He offers finally, after a stretch of silence. His torso rises and falls with the deep breath you take.

“Fine. But you’ll lay down and take a nap when you’re done eating.” He grins, tightening his grip ever so slightly.

Sure, some part of him would always nag to be productive, even at his own detriment. But having you to care for him after so long of being neglected by the world was too much a luxury for him to pass up. He could suffer another nap or two.

[joonsy2k]

★ pairings - Jimin x Fem!Reader

★ genre - smut , fluff.

★ summary - You were always told tales of a being that watched over you while you slept, you never knew that this being had an infatuation with you and would one day visit you in your dreams.

★ warnings - Dom!Jimin, Sub!Reader, somnophilia ( kind of ig ), Jimin being obsessive, dirty talk, lotta praise, use of angel, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex ( don't be silly wrap your willy ), riding, not proof read, spelling mistakes ( i'm dyslexic )

Jimin had been watching you ever since he could remember. He would frequently stand in the dark shadows of your room, watching as you drifted into peaceful slumbers that he had granted to you. Sometimes, he even dared to venture into the deepest parts of your mind, into your dreams.

He never got too close, it wasn't his place to interfere in your dreams but from afar he would add his own touch to your dreams, add things that would make you smile, and he always kept the nightmares away.

That was his job, to protect you from all the things that could possibly hurt you, wether it was in a dream state or not,

One day though, he ventured too far. He came too close to you.

When you were younger your mother had told you stories of a being who watched over everyone as they slept, a being who protected people from their own minds horrors. She called him the sandman.

It was a comfort to you when you were a child but as you grew older it began to sound like an old wives tale and your belief in the sandman dimished to just a story your mother told you to help you sleep at night.

Until one cold night when you were older, tucked up in your bed as you drifted into an uneasy sleep. Pictures of dark figures haunted your mind that night, watching you from dark corners of your apartment, you had felt the world closing in on you but you were pulled out, stolen a way by what you thought was a guardian angel.

The images plaguing your mind were wiped away with one swipe of your guardian angels hand and were replaced by bright walls, soft carpeted floors and a window where the moon shone onto the silk bedspread. It was your childhood home, your safeplace where you could be free from the horrors of the world.

Your guardian angel laid you down and tucked you in, tender fingers brushed over the loose strands of hair covering your pale face, the gentleness felt so real. You knew you were in a dream but some part of you wished and prayed that this was real, that this was happening.

"I'll always be here to protect you, my angel." The voice sounded distant. You felt a pair of soft lips press against your forehead and as you opened your eyes you were met with the sight of your dreary bedroom back in your lonely apartment, you were alone but you could still feel the ghost like feeling of soft lips on your temple.

You knew then, the sandman was not just a story from you were little. He was real and you knew, he was always watching over you.

The subway was full but what did you expect? Coming home this late at night it was bound to be full of drunkards and business men on their way home from their late working jobs.

And then there was you, coming home from a horrific blind date that your friend had set you up on. You thought this one would be different but once again, you were wrong.

You had at least expected to get something out of the date. Maybe you would bring the guy home, you'd fool around and then in the morning he would leave like nothing had ever happened but no, your friend had set you up with some low class lawyer who couldn't take his eyes off of your waitress's ass.

So, you had make up an excuse to leave early and now here you were, tugging down your low cut dress to hide your ass from peering drunkards, you were not that desperate.

The train ride home felt like hours long but eventually you were trudging up the lobby stairs to your shitty one bedroom apartment.

You kicked off your shoes as soon as you were inside and headed straight to your bedroom, well not before leaving a small bowl of milk by your living room window for the stray cat that visited every night.

After changing into your night clothes you laid on your bed, legs spread and laptop at the ready. If some blind date wasn't going to satisfy you, you were sure going to satisfy yourself.

You scrolled and scrolled until you found the perfecr vidoe, pressing play and slipping your hands into your pants. The sound of moans and groans filled your room and you pumped one finger in and out of you slowly..

But it wasn't enough even as you neared your orgasm you felt a pit in your stomach and it wasn't the good kind. Your ending was not a happy one and with an exsaperated sigh you shut down your laptop and burried under duvet, core still throbbing with an unfinished arrival.

You tossed and turned in your bed, peaceful sleep was so far but eventually your mind went blank and you were shrouded by darkness, sleeping at last.

Jimin thought you looked so angelic as you slept, he couldn't help but sit beside you, hand running down the curves of your hip.

He had watched you struggle to reach your climax but he was here now, Jimin knew that he was the only one who could satisfy your needs. He was the only one who could look after you and it pained him to see that you felt the need to chase after men who would never be what you needed.

You stirred in your sleep when his hands reached the waistline of your trousers, your eyes fluttering open to be greeted with a smiling Jimin, his eyes crinkling upwards.

Launching backwards caused him to land on his knees on your lumpy matress, hand coming forward to caress your cheek.

"Hey, don't be scared, It's me, just trying to look after you, angel." His touch felt so familiar, so comforting and so right. His fingers snuck into your panties, dancing over your wet folds "Told you i would always look after you, didn't I?"

With widened eyes, you finally recognised the face in front of you, you didn't know his name but you knew that this was the man, or being, who had saved you from that terrible nightmare years ago. The one who had soothed you back to sleep with a simple kiss, the man whose hands were now rubbing gently and your delicate clit.

Slowly, you relaxed under his fingers "There you go, you remember now, don't you?" Jimin grinned, he knew you felt safe with him, he could tell by the way you shuddered at his touch and the way you didn't fight to move his hand, you were enjoying this.

"How does that feel?" He questioned, fingers speeding up to rub circular patterns on your clit as his free hand rubbed the side of your face.

"Feels so good.." You muttered, the question of asking his name hanging off of your tongue.

"Jimin." The man in question answered.

His face moved closer to yours, lips trapping yours in a sweet kiss. He tasted oddly like you expected the night would taste, you couldn't fully describe it but it felt like a thousand stars were dancing on your lips that caused your mind to go hazy.

With his teeth enveloping your bottom lip with a small nip, your back arched, stomach swirling with butterflies. You squirmed under Jimin's touch.

"Uh uh, stay still for me, angel." The once soothing grip on your hip was now replaced by Jimin's firm grip, holding your hip in place to stop you from squirming "Don't cum just yet, ok."

You whined aloud when his fingers slipped out of your panties, leaving you feeling awfully cold and tense without the release you were so close to, it made him chuckle to see how desperate he made you feel.

He crawled on top of you. His midnight hair fell over his face covering those dark eyes that you swore were full of stars glinting in the moon light from your window, with one swift motion he had grabbed your wrist and moved it over to his erection, he moved your hand to rub over his pants.

"You feel that?" He let out a soft sigh at your touch "That's all for you, all for my angel." His words made you weak and you fumbled to undo the buttons of his jeans, the zipper slipping out of your hands.

A sweet laughter filled your ears, the dark haired boy moved to pin your wrists above your head, thumb rubbing at the soft skin. His free hand pulled down his own zipper in one swift motion, pulling his pants down and throwing them to some forgotten corner of your room. Then, he did the same with his shirt and then your clothes were thrown away.

"Please, need you." He stroked the tip of his cock against your sensitive clit, teasing you before his hands laced into yours and his hips thrust to bury himself deep inside of you with a small hiss.

You shuffled underneath him. He was bigger than you expected and your walls strechted to accomodate his size. It took you a moment but his slow thrusts soon helped you to adjust.

His lips met yours again, he moaned into your mouth, tongue swiping at your lower lip.

Your mouth fell open in a soft moan as he gripped your hips "Been waiting to fuck you for so long." Jimin mumbled almost breathlessly.

His thrusts were painfully slow and you pulled away from his lips, head falling backwards onto your pillow "Too slow, faster, please Jimin, please."

You felt the tip of his cock nudge at your g-spot, his lips curving to a smile that you felt on your, his tongue darting out to lick a small stripe up to his ear where he whispered "So desperate for me," his hips snapped forward, pushing your legs up to your chest allowed his thrusts to speed up considerably "No one else can fuck you like this, can they?" His jaw clenched.

Your lack of an answer must have annoyed him because he delivered a harsh slap to your ass that caused you to whine "You're the only one who can fuck me like this," your back arched as he continuesly hit your g-spot.

"That's it," Jimin reached down to between your legs, rubbing at your clit again. Your core clenched around him, eyes watering. You could feel that so familiar knot begin to build up in your stomach and clearly Jimin sensed it too "You close, angel? cum for me, c'mon."

Your body trembled as your orgasm washed over, fingers tangling into Jimin's hair, biting down hard on your bottom lip. You were surprised that you didn't draw blood.

Jimin's thrusts started to falter and it was apparent that he was also close and soon enough he spilt his seed inside of you, his head dropping into the crook of your neck with a shaky breath "Fuck." He muttered.

For a while you both stayed there, wrapped in each others arms until you felt your eyelids become heavy, you let out a yawn and Jimin rose from his position.

Jimin grabbed your bed covers, tucking them up beneath chin, he stroked your hair from your face and for the second time in your life, pressed his lips against the temple of your head.

"I will always look after you," he mumbled to your sleeping form "my angel." and with that.. he was gone

You woke up from your dream state with the feeling of his lips still on your forehead just like before.

Jimin was gone for now but you knew, you would see him again.

[proshipear]

★ mavunzel (mavis x rapunzel) moodboard !!

– edit for the profic party by @profiction-edits

Week 1, Day 5: A crossover ship (or a crossover of two things that you love).

have you guys ever seen the golden blond and jet black video? where rapunzel and mavis are the daughters of sandman and pitch black (respectively) and then they fall in love? because I have, like, 8 years ago and I didn't remember the name of it until today (it's 11 years old holy shit), it introduced me to this very cute ship, I really like them together.

[bucketspammer4life]

★more punch out headcanons ★

my favorite punchy men can be weirdos. as a treat

- Carmen has every flower Don gave her,she dries them and hangs it around the house, Don finds it absolutely heartwarming

- hondo has fallen asleep while meditating multiple times, especially after rough training sessions

- Aran sometimes adds salt or lemon into other boxers waters for fun, he gets away with it somehow

- great tiger used to make smoothies everyday when he was in college, his roomates absolutely despised him for it since he did it early in the morning and he got his ass kicked on the last day

- bear hugger has been thrown into a lake multiple times by ms bear

- Mac used to eat sand as a child, he was a total gremlin when he was little

- joe has been in the wvba longer than pretty much everyone so he knows everyones cringy phases and has embarrasing pictures of everyone, he likes pulling them out during arguments

- kaiser has the most embarrasing scream ever, King Hippo was the first one to find out by accidentally jumpscaring him

- Disco kid used to be in a band when he was in middle school, hes still friends with the people he was in a band with

- Soda used to have the UGLIEST buzz cut when he had hair, he looked like a thumb

- Macho has been banned off Twitter 30 times since he keeps shit talking everyone

- Sandman has thrown hands with the ref more than once after his TD

- bull has used a log as a pillow on a camping trip once, the neck pain he got after it was absolutely horrid

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✨Angel in Panic✨

Part 1: Angel in Disguise || Part 2: Angel in Distress  || Moodboard

Summary: It has been eight long, exhausting but beautiful months. Yet, what happens when the baby comes earlier than expected, even though nobody is ready for it? Not even you?  BONUS: of course, Bob is here.

Word count: 1.6k

Tags: Pregnancy, fluff, and a helluva fun

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Jake had never been a heavy sleeper. The slightest sound would make him jump from the bed, heart pounding in anxiety. The slightest seconds spent in paradoxical sleep would turn into excruciating nightmares. Yet, the day you both fell in love he found a way to soothe his parasomnia. He would simply look at your peaceful face, and brush your angelic features with his fingers tips, a tender smile stretching the corners of his mouth.

A faint complaint escaped from your juicy lips as his thumb gently fondled one of your cheeks. Jake never thought he could be something else than a heartbreaker. At one point, he was pretty sure death would reap him during a flight mission before he could build a stable relationship and a family. But you came, and you wrecked all his plans like a boisterous kid kicking a sand castle. Here he was, cuddling with you,  his divine sleepy girlfriend, who was eight months and half pregnant.   He was a lucky man. 

“Aouch!” You suddenly cried, snapped from your sleep by an abrupt painful sensation in your uterus. 

“Hey Eden, are you okay? What happened?” Jake straight up sat on the bed and brought a caring hand on your lower - he knew you often felt sore there because of how heavy was your pregnant belly. His beautiful green eyes rendered a tad darker by twilight passing through the windows’ blinds, shone with worries. Blonde brows furrowed, the pilot gently raised your chin to make you look at him.

“I- I guess I’m okay? I felt a sudden pain in my belly. I guess the baby must have kicked me.” You said after a while. A relieved smile enlightened your face when you looked at him, for no other surge of pain occurred. Feeling better, you let your body fall back on the comfortable mattress and Jake followed. He was leaning over you, lying on his side and leaning on his forearm.

“Looks like he already has his mother’s strong personality.” He teased, his huge and warm hand pressing gently on your belly. The sensation was so pleasant that it felt like it alleviated the weight and pressure your body was experiencing. You rubbed your drowsy eyes, your lids still blurred by the Sandman’s magic sand.

“Or he is already as annoying as his father.” You said, one brow raised and a sharp smile on your face. “I tend to think it’s the second opt-” Words choked in your throat, for Jake’s warm lips collapsed against yours to keep you quiet. You laughed while kissing him before parting your lips to let the pilot’s fury tongue waltz with yours. You have been sleeping together for two years and still, Hangman’s kisses managed to leave you shaking, wanting for more. A shiver ran down your spine, soon followed by a wave of warmth spreading through your body. Now that you were both awake, why not enjoy a steamy love session? Words were not needed; you understood that Jake had the same intent when his free hand slid under your t-shirt -in fact, it was one of his shirts you had stolen from his wardrobe- and ran up your soft body until it reached one of your swollen breasts.

“Come here, you sexy mama.” He cooed, his enamored grin so large that his eyes squinted.

“Aouch!” You cried out for the second time. Jake backed up in one sudden movement.

“Did I hurt you? I’m sorry babe!” He said, surprised. Contrary to all expectations, Jake Seresin was a caring boyfriend. He would stop at the slightest sign of protest, making sure you are okay with everything he does and taking care of your well-being before his own needs. Not that he could not be wild in bed, though, but the after-care was always incredibly soft.

“No, no, it’s my belly again…”  You sighed, bringing a trembling hand to your forehead. “Jake, can you bring me something cold to drink? Got a sudden hot flash.”  Part of the pregnancy ride, you thought. Jake nodded and got up from the bed, the pale moonlight underlining his back muscles and making his slightly sweaty skin shine. He put his gray sweatpants on and opened the room’s door.

“Need something else babe?” He asked, looking at you with his eyebrows frowned. He was worried for you, even though he tried to be rational: you were pregnant, so suffering from a few discomforts was a completely normal thing. You shook your head: all you wanted was a glass of freezing sugary drink with plenty of ice in it to cool down your blazing body. The tall blonde pilot left the room - the noise of his hurried footsteps faded away.

You whimpered, as another surge occurred in your belly. This time, you started to worry. Anxiety creeping in, you sat on the edge of the bed and buried your face in your hands, trying to keep calm. Why did you hurt? You had three weeks of pregnancy left, and never you had felt such weird pain. It was not that excruciating, but it was definitively unpleasant. And more than being unpleasant, you feared for your baby. Oh no, now you regretted asking Jake for a cold drink, all you wanted was to feel him by your side to chase your worries away like he always does when you started panicking. 

“Erm, hello?” A soft and masculine voice made you jumped from the bed. 

“What theeee- Bob! Damn! You want me to have a heart-attack or what?” You said, shaking your head as you recognize the WSO’s pale face. How the hell was he so stealthy? You did not even hear the door’s opening and God knew the door usually creaked.

“Well, I got up from my bed to go grab some snacks and- I don’t- I don’t know why I thought about you and the baby, you know?” The tall man, slightly stuttering, awkwardly readjusted his glasses on his nose “And I wanted to ask you if you had already packed your hospital bag.” 

“My what?” You said, still confused by his sudden appearance in your bed room. Even though Jake and you brought a flat near the naval base, you liked sleeping in his military bedroom when he was working late. The place was reassuring for you, and so was the jetfighters’ noise outside. Top Gun was your real home- after all, you were still a pilot. A pregnant one, sure, but also a fierce one.

“Your hospital bag. I feel like you should do it now.”

“Listen Bob, I’ll probably pack my stuff tomorrow. You know there’s still three wee-” You could not finish your sentence, for another pain hit your belly. “Oh shit, here we go again.” You winced. This time, it had been more bearable.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, don’t worry. It’s just the baby.” You retorted, waving the topic off.

“Oh my God, you’re gonna give birth now.” Bob said, his eyes widening almost comically behind his glass. You shook your head, laughing quite nervously.

“Don’t be stupid. Lemme tell you something: if what I have are contractions, well that’s not that bad. I barely felt- AOUCHHHHH!” You could not finish your sentence, for this time you felt like someone had just punched you right in the guts. Even your periods' cramps were usually not that brutal. pressing your arms against your belly, you curled and looked at Bob, despair and fear in your eyes.  Bob was standing still, eyes even wider and face paler than usual.

“You- you-” The WSO could barely speak.

“Oh my god, ohhh my fucking God the baby is coming!” Your voice was cracked- Water breaking.  What the hell was happening? You could not be three weeks earlier, could you? Or maybe Jake was right when he told you Bob was some kind of paranormal creature or wizard, for it all started when the WSO told you about the hospital bag.

“Babe, got your glass of-” Jake froze at the door’s frame, his sight catching Bob standing in the middle of the room staring at you as if he had just seen a ghost, while you were panicking on the bed. One quick glance was enough for him to understand the whole situation: the pool at your feet, the sudden pain in your belly… All became clear. At such a revelation, Jake’s hand released the glass and it dropped on the floor, breaking into big fragments.

“OH MY GOD JAKE SERESIN DO SOMETHING!” You yelled, panicking.

“BOB DO SOMETHING!” He yelled too, turning towards Bob.

“ME??? YOU are the father Bagman!” 

You facepalmed, unable to believe the utterly stupid conversation your boyfriend and Bob were having right in front of you while you were about to give birth. Another cry escaped from your mouth, snapping Jake back to reality.

“Alright, alright!” He said to himself, shaking his head. Without a single hesitation anymore, he rushed towards you and carried you bride-style, “I’m going to bring you to the hospital! Be strong babe, Do you think you can do that? Be strong just for a little while and I swear everything’s gonna be fine.” 

“I’m- I’m going to pack her hospital bag quickly while you bring her in the car.” Bob suddenly woke up from his lethargy, already running to your wardrobe. You sighed, slightly relieved as the two men finally took care of you. Your head fell against Jake’s muscular chest. He was about to leave the room with you in his arms when you told him to stop.

“What?” He asked, worried. You turned your head to look at Bob.

“Thank you Bobby. Thank you.” 

Well, that was going to be a hell of a night … 

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1 prompt used from @marvelhead17’s pregnancy prompts

[the-bah-oracle]

Hello again! Could we maybe get a pack based on the Judgement tarot card? Format is dealer’s choice, if that’s alright!

First Quarter-Sized Pack Inspired by The Judgement Tarot Card

★ Usernames: death_toll_miracles, epic-rap-battles-feather-vs-heart, thefleshoftherisen, raptures-of-silence, judgingyoujudgingyoujudgingyou, keep_calm_and_embrace_your_fate, h3ll_1n_4_h4nd845k3t, sinsofthe-wickked, coffin_up_confessions, stairway-to-eternity

★ Likes: True crime dramas, court room procedurals, trashy reality tv shows, cheap horror flicks, low-budget vintage movies, multiple choice surveys, religious horror, the muppets, chiaroscuro, pretending to be pretentious, legal history, getting to judge other people, vinyl records

★ Dislikes: Being misunderstood, white-collar criminals, seeing people in pain, being lied to, having to lie to people, politicians, the anonymity of the internet, capitalism, xenophobia, people who prioritise themselves over others, Karen videos on Youtube

★ Favourite Shows: Judge Judy, Midnight Mass, Love Island, The Ultimatum, The X-Files, Squid Game, The Circle, The Good Place, Hannibal, Mindhunter, The Twilight Zone, Black Mirror, Lucifer, Warrior Nun, The Sandman, Lockwood & Co, Yellowjackets

★ Favourite Movies: Ready Or Not, The VVitch, Puss In Boots: The Last Wish, Saw, Galaxina, A Nightmare On Elm Street, Choose or Die, Galaxy of Terror, Psycho, Little shop of Horrors, Night of The Living Dead, Rapture-Palooza, I Am Legend, Who Framed Roger Rabbit?

★ Favourite Books: Good Omens, American Rapture, Skullduggery Pleasant (the series), Critique of Judgement, The Judgement of Paris, The Picture of Dorian Gray, The Dresden Files (the series), Saw: Rebirth, The Myth of Sisyphus, On Free Choice of the Will

★ Favourite Animals: Rabbits, deer, stingrays, koi fish, goats, black cats, lambs, highland cows, coyotes, bearded vultures, snakes, sea snakes, crows, ravens

Hope this is to your liking!! Sorry, I went a little religious-related on this one, we don’t know if you guys are comfortable with that, but the Judgement card had all of that rapture symbolism, so it kind of snowballed from there. On a punnier note, a possible aesthetic to go along with this would be Coffinwood. Anyways, hope you enjoy! -🦋🔮

[katherinewinchester13]

Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?"

Across the room, your silhouette

Starts to make its way to me

The playful conversation starts

Counter all your quick remarks

Like passing notes in secrecy

And it was enchanting to meet you

All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you

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INSPIRED in Sandman Netflix

Words:2,423

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SHIPS💜

Dean Winchester/Castiel

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Aka Destiel Calliope. Cas is the muse, Chuck is the writer, and Dean is... a random passerby who saw a hot guy in a window.

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[gabitagabs]

💀 Cabin 13 | Chalé 13 💀

💀Playlist (PJO)

💀 HADES (CABIN 13):

• Zitti e Bouni – Maneskin

• Lithium — Evanescence

• Enemy – Imagine Dragons

• Enter Sandman – Metallica

★| oh, talkin' about the deads... who showed up! sup!?

[starrylightseeker]

My MC's playlist divided into chapters below

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

perfect harmony from julie and the phantoms

there's something in the forest from moominvalley

종이 심장 (paper heart) by f(x)

number one girl by rosé

sharing you by lany

𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑

失憶 (amnesia) by esther yu

凝眸 (gaze) from love game in eastern fantasy

spell of the heart by isabella levan

last words of a shooting star by mitski

ascension by sarah kinsley

flowers from hadestown

sandman by ellise

𝐔𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐔, 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐓

many are the stars I see, but in my eye no star like thee by ursine vulpine, annaca

dearly beloved (kingdom hearts) by amalee

tightrope from the greatest showman

nobody else by ailee

never enough from the greatest showman

𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊

my blood by ellie goulding

right where you left me by eaj, hindia

i may (interlude) by mack lorén

insanity by maryjo lilac

zombie by everglow

haunted by chris grey

dark paradise by lana del rey

창귀 by 안예은 (changgwi by ahn ye eun) inst.

dog years by halsey

cop car by mitski

𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 & 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖

shadow by seventeen

please take me by beth crowley

stay a little longer by rosé

不得 (not allowed) from the story of pearl girl

starfall by mack lorén

say my name from when the phone rings

𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐌𝐄

a million miles away from belle

แค่เธอ (why don’t you stay) by jeff satur

blue flower by lia

star star star (☆★☆) by girls generation

在夜裡跳舞 by 單依純 (dancing in the night by shan yichun)

youth by daughter

secrets of the night sky from the love and deepspace ost

𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐋

you're somebody else by flora cash

i have questions by camilla cabello

let you down by nf

the effect by precious pepala

all of your lies by morgan clae

the worst betrayal by beth crowley

vampire by olivia rodrigo

the principal by melanie martinez

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 / 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

hunter by paris paloma

scotland by the lumineers

renaissance by paolo buonvino, skin

i am the only one by ursine vulpine, annaca

drama club by melanie martinez

angry too by lola blanc

𝐒𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐗, 𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐁 𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘

die for by maggie lindemann

caught it by voilá, chrissy constanza, against the current

down to you by marianas trench

if looks could kill by chrissy constanza

let the world burn by chris grey

i'm yours by isabel larosa

mine by sleep token

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆

i'm sorry from alchemy of souls

人间有时 (the world will have its time) from the story of pearl girl

nobody by faith marie

only for you by tommee, fleurie

wandering in the dark by ursine vulpine, annaca

桃花諾 by g.e.m.

if you leave me by seventeen

𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐁 𝐅𝐎𝐗, 𝐒𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘

nobody else but you by beth crowley

when the dust settles by ella martine

回音如果 by 黄霄雲 (if it echoes by huang xiaoyun)

until eternity (orchestra version) by blackbriar

i only wanna be with you by annaca

𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 / 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐁𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐘

weekend by taeyeon

starlight by taeil

late night talking by harry styles

how 'bout a dance from bonnie & clyde musical

crazier by taylor swift

can I have this dance? from high school musical

ever ever after by carrie underwood

please don't die before i do by stephanie poetri

loved you before by peach prc

you are my light by zhao lusi

lights by bts

summer rain by irene

te quiero by kiss of life

blue eyes by taeyeon

𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒

bed chem by sabrina carpenter

lay you down by rini

desert rose by lolo zouaï

check by girls' generation

juno by sabrina carpenter

lust for life by lana del rey