#I’m sorry for the realistic face jump scare

[lambment]

exploring ways to draw the lamb

[maxiskindahere]

Hello! i just finish reading the Lute x Reader you just recently made and im Inlove I'm wondering that if you can make a part 2 of it? if it's not too much to ask, like Lute goes to reader after the trial or if the reader was with lute that's also fine and the aftermath of the extermination where reader was worried of Lute then she goes full shock when she saw Lute's State. This is just an Idea of mine of how the part 2 goes but you can always do it ur way :)) Thank you! <3

abso-fucking-lutely i can!!

it doesn’t follow the exact bit but i wanted to see if i could fit in everything you asked for 🫶 apologises if it’s not what you were expecting x

part one here

Extermination is entertainment | Lute x F!reader part 2

cw: swearing, talk of murder

Y/N sat quietly scrolling through ‘Blessed’, which according to the Winner who made it.. is the Holy version of an app called ‘Twitter’. She didn’t really understand the whole concept of Twitter, but she quite enjoyed Blessed.

Though, her quiet time was quickly disrupted as she notices a text pop up from Adam

DickMaster

good luck bitch

But before the girl can ask anything, an angry Lute bursts through the door “Those fucking hellspawns!” She shrieks, slamming the door behind her causing Y/N to jump in surprise “Holy shit! Give a girl some warning” Y/N exclaims, holding a hand to her heart

“All this talk of redemption after they killed one of us, they all deserve to die.” Lute rants, anger coursing through her veins “Wait, did they win?” Y/N asks in shock, putting down her phone “Of course they didn’t! Sinners can’t be redeemed!” Lute exclaims, taking a deep breath

“Sorry, I just..” Lute sighs, running a hand through her hair “Everyone on the council knows now, Adam exposed it.” She explains to the h/c angel who nods slowly, still not sure what the issue was “So you won! That’s all that matters right?” Y/N asks, a silly smile on her face

“I guess” Lute digresses, taking a seat beside Y/N who swiftly wraps her wings around her “You know, if you’re stressed.. I know a great stress reliever” Y/N teases, wiggling her eyebrows

“Please, you sound like Adam.” The lieutenant deadpans, playfully glaring at the other “Ouch!” Y/N says, holding a hand to her chest “You’re so rude”

“Maybe, but you love it.”

—

Realistically, you knew you had nothing to worry about. Those demons didn’t stand a chance against the extermination army but you were still extremely nervous.

If one figured out how to kill an Angel, the others could catch on.. and that scared her more than anything.

“Are you okay?” Emily asks softly, sitting down beside Y/N on the park bench “Yeah.. Just nervous.” Y/N says simply, picking at her fingers “Lute seemed off before she left, I’m worried it will affect her performance.” The girl explains, leaning against the back of the bench

“Maybe Charlie got through to her” Emily comments, a playful smile on her face as Y/N lets out a small laugh “I doubt it, she was really annoyed after the meeting” Y/N says with a soft smile on her face

“Well, I’m sure she’s fine!” Emily reassures the girl who looks down at her lap with uncertainty before noticing the familiar shine near Sera’s office “I think that’s them, I’ll be back” Y/N tells the Seraphim before swiftly flying over to the “meet up” point

She was excited, Lute had promised to help her with some basic self defense skills when she returned.

But what Y/N saw was the opposite of exciting. She saw a bloodied Lute, one of her arms was pulled apart and she was staring down at the halo in her hands.

“Holy shit” Y/N gasps as she notices it’s Adam’s halo “Lute? What the fuck?” She exclaims, frantically flying over to her partner, resisting the urge to hug her

“Adam is dead.” Is all Lute says, her gaze strong as she stares into the skyline “Are- Are you okay?” Y/N asks quietly, looking at the missing arm

She didn’t know what to say, how do you talk about that? For the first time in her life, Y/N was speechless.

Adam was dead, and God knows what happened to cause that.

And then there’s Lute, showing no emotion per usual but Y/N knew that look in her eyes.

“It’ll regenerate, now move. I have someone to talk to.”

—

it’s so hard to write abt what Lutes reaction was when she got to heaven bc we only see her with Lilith, but i personally would be in too much shock to care about anything else if i was her x

requests are open🫶 i’m trynna get back into writing and this is a lot of fun :)

[melancholicbard]

inspired by this fic by @senualothbrok

GalexTav yearning fics are such a vibe and reading this one got me thinking

a scenario with a bard!tav (very music specific)

Casting inspiring speech but in a song form

The song: From now on from the greatest showman

Set before the final battle against the elder brain; that scene where they ask you to say a speech after you’ve recruited all your allies

Everyone is uncertain, scared, facing the biggest threat that could change their lives forever, not knowing if they’ll make it out alive

Starting with the small soft verse sung by Tav; a soft declaration of the chosen family, the companions, perhaps the romanced partner

Building the chorus, bard!tav sings a line and gets the companions to join in

Getting Karlach Gale and Halsin to sing the melody (I feel like karlach and halsin have the tavern-singing vibe that would carry the melody)

Wyll and Shadowheart on the high harmony (I imagine they’d have more refined voices; at least Wyll probably would have had some training being raised in nobility and shadowheart’s seems to be in the right range)

Astarion Jaheira and Laezel on the low harmony (would possibly switch Astarion and Halsin because it feels like halsin’s voice would sit well on the low harmony but again I just feel like he has that jovial singing vibe with Karlach to carry the melody)

Minsc drumming away (he literally just randomly sits down and starts drumming when in camp)

Bard!Tav comes back in on melismas and the super high harmony (maybe if Volo is there he helps harmonize with the bridge section — I’m trying to be realistic with the voices and musical knowledge)

Building the chorus, swelling, dancing, rousing their spirits to believe we WILL come back home we will succeed we will win (think that dance scene from tangled in the town square)

Bard!tav indicating to them

Dropping to a hushed voice all together, holding hands in a circle; acknowledging the scariest and most important battle of their lives, the final battle after a long arduous journey

The last line, looking into the eyes of the one(s) you care about most; promising you’ll come back home to them

If you’re romancing a character:

Gale: it’s a promise to both of you; we WILL beat the netherbrain, you are NOT blowing yourself up, we’re going to get you that crown, return it to Mystra and cure you of the orb, and we are both going home

Halsin: we’re going to go back to the former shadow cursed lands and build a new home for everyone that needs it together

-not related to this scenario but I wanted to highlight this fic by @drabblesandimagines

Astarion: if the sun burns you after the tadpole is gone, I will stick by you and we will create a new home, a new life

- inspired by this fic by @astarioffsimpmain where he turns into a bat temporarily

Wyll: we’re going to survive this and we’re going to hunt down mizora (and help Karlach hunt Zariel and fix her heart for good) or stay in baldur’s gate and rebuild the city from the ground up (depending on what ending you chose for him)

Karlach: we’re going to survive this fight, you’re going to be fine, I’ll be with you as we jump into Avernus, hunt down zariel, fix your heart, and get you back into the mortal plane so you can live out your life and be able to hug everyone (please she’s such a cinnamon roll)

Shadowheart: we’ve freed your parents and they’re watching over you as moon motes; we’re going to survive this fight and then we’re going to help you figure out how to move on, how to heal, everything that was taken away

Laezel: we gotta go kill Vlakith and you’re going to raise that egg (I’m sorry I’m not familiar enough with her story line)

Can someone write this as a hurt/comfort fic 😭 please hit me with the feels

also if I had animation skills I’d try to make this into an MV

If anyone wants to sing with me lowkey I’d want to make this into a thing

[mostlyfragilethoughts]

Gentle Male Demon x Timid Female Reader (Part Three)

Rating: SFW (for now . .)

Word Count: 697

Author's Notes: this fic was born out of a want to see more realistic reactions to inhuman creatures in a world like ours. i do love a brave and instantly smitten protagonist, but we also need to remember the shy, easily startled souls who take a bit to warm up to a monster. this will be slow burn but definitely worth the wait.

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The creature’s name was Spirit, given to him by your grandfather.

He told you this himself one day after he had announced his presence with a hum as he had begun doing so he wouldn’t scare you.

“That’s quite on the nose, isn’t it?” you replied, a tiny smile on your face, “Though that seems like him.”

Spirit had stared at your face long after that, his claws twitching as if itching to touch, and you realized that was the first time you had relaxed enough to smile around him.

The change in comfortability was minute and gradual; time passed slowly while spending your days at the house and Spirit’s visits became more and more frequent and lengthy. He seemed to want to be around you all the time but was reluctant as he seemed extremely conscious of your flighty nature — something you couldn’t blame him for being hyperaware of.

It was one day while preparing to paint after having stagnated in your creative efforts for so long, that you realized you missed him.

You paused, paintbrush mid-dip into the paint. If you called his name, would he appear? You’d never tried it in the year you’d known him, and felt a little shy about asking for him now. Would you be a bother? He never seemed to think so.

You blinked a few times before, feeling extremely silly, you opened your mouth and whispered, “S-Spirit..?”

The result was instantaneous. Spirit materialized from the ceiling, hollow eyes widened as if in surprise as the top half of his body hung upside down, directly in front of your face.

You were barely aware of the high-pitched noise that left your mouth as you jumped. Hurriedly, Spirit extricated himself from the ceiling in a crawl, coming to your side slowly while murmuring, “Sorry.. y-you surprise..d me, Birdie..”

“No, no, you’re fine,” you said quickly, a hand to your chest as your spiking heart rate calmed a bit, “Did I.. summon you? I’m sorry if it was sudden or if you were in the middle of something. I hope I didn’t disturb you.”

Spirit shook his head frantically, his skeletal grin crookedly stretching his maw in the endearing way you were accustomed to.

“No.. no..t.. a bother…” he gingerly placed his head on your shoulder and quietly purred in your ear, “Tha..nk you … for summoning.. me.”

For a reason unbeknownst to you, sharp, pleasant tingles went up your spine and goosebumps erupted onto your skin. Face hot, you nodded quickly, staring unseeingly at the floor, a shy smile on your face.

Spirit chuffed affectionately before extricating himself from you, head tilting curiously at your blank canvas. Smile spreading, you glanced at him, hoisting your palette towards him, paintbrush still in hand.

“I’m going to paint. It’s been a while. I wasn’t sure what my subject should be, but.. how about you?”

He blinked at you in surprise.

“R..eally? But I.. I look..”

He trailed off and seemed to curl into himself, the jerky, stilted movements that came naturally to him reemerging as he appeared to flounder. Poor Spirit had tried to control them around you, and you were sure it was because he thought they scared you. Though that might’ve been true in the beginning, it wasn’t now. You hesitated for only a brief second before placing your fingers over his clenched ones, an action that caused him to jerk and look at you, startled.

“You know I’m not afraid of you anymore, right? Not your appearance, not your voice echoing in my mind… besides,” you felt your face flush again, before stuttering out, “I-I think you’re beautiful in your own unique way now. I was too scared in the beginning, but there’s something about you that.. well, that I think should be painted.”

Instantly, you turned away, feeling too red and too nervous to want to see Spirit’s reaction. The silence was loud and long as you picked up another bottle of paint; a deep purple for the shadows that clung to him as tight as a snake constricting its prey.

Finally, you heard him whisper, a bashful tone in his voice, “Where.. shoul..d I.. sit..?”

-

- Part 4 -

[ghostboybrainrot]

Out of Touch Part 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, AO3

TW: Mild gore, mentions of blood, mentions of gun violence

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Danny was vaguely aware that someone was trying to tuck him in. He'd been fading in and out of consciousness since he'd stopped to rest. At first, he figured he must be dreaming. Nobody tucked him into bed anymore. He was a 16 year old not a toddler. But it was nice that someone cared. He didn't want to encourage this behavior though so he pretended not notice.

It wasn't until he heard the crinkling of plastic and the shuffling of cardboard that his sleep-deprived brain registered something was off.

His bed did usually have plastic in it. He wasn't in his bed. He tried to remember. He was in Gotham. He had been flying toward his apartment. But he was having a hard time holding his ghost form and then-

Oh shit.

His eyes shot open.

Hovering over him, was the pale image of a woman. 

He yelped and tried to jump back, realizing too late that he was backed against the wall.

“It’s okay!” She backed up as soon as she saw the boy start to stir. She put her hands out in front of her in a calming gesture.

“I’m trying to help. I’m sorry I startled you.”

Danny was only vaguely aware the woman was speaking. His attention had been captured by the very realistic bullet hole in the woman’s forehead. A trickle of blood was frozen mid-decent on the woman’s face. He shuddered, imagining what the back of her head must look like.

His mind was still fuzzy from exhaustion. It took a moment to realize what he was looking at. It was a shade. A shade of a woman who had been shot to death.

Well, that was a relief. Shades didn’t pose much of a threat. Unless of course they scared you to death.

He looked down at himself. He had a blanket draped over him. Had that been there before? No. No, he definitely didn’t have that when he had curled up. He looked back at the woman, her words finally registering in his sleep-addled brain.

“Uh…thanks?” He pulled himself into a more upright position, scooting his back against the wall. He brought his hands up and rubbed his eyes. When he felt a little more awake he looked around the alley. It didn’t look like anyone else was around. He noticed the bottle of water and the plastic package lying next to him on the ground. Then he looked at her, eyebrows furrowed. As if he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do with them.

“Go ahead.” She encouraged. “You looked like you needed them.”

Danny was hungry and thirsty. It was true. He wasn’t sure when the last time he ate was but he knew it had been much longer than was healthy for his living body. He grabbed at the bottle. His hands were shaking slightly. He opened it carefully, not wanting to waste any of it by spilling. As soon as the neck of the bottle was safely against his lips he drained it quickly. He let out a satisfied gasp when he finished. Needing to catch his breath.

He dropped the bottle then reached for the pastry. The clenching in his stomach had eased up slightly after drinking the cool water but he still was feeling slightly nauseous from hunger. He knew he’d feel better if he ate but forcing himself to chew and swallow was a chore. His body had been without food for too long and he feared it would reject it. Fortunately, he was able to keep a couple small bites down. He folded the plastic over the rest of the pastry and put it in his hoodie pocket.

“Thanks.” He croaked but his throat was less raspy now.

“Happy to help.” She smiled nervously, and glanced around.

“I don’t mean to alarm you but you didn’t pick the best spot to hole up in. This is a dangerous part of town.”

Danny laughed harshly.

“No kidding.” He snapped sarcastically. “I’ll take that into consideration next time I’m falling out of the sky.”

The woman winced. Hurt and embarrassed. Danny felt a twinge of guilt for snapping.

“I’m sorry.” He said softly. “Just a little on edge. I know what you meant. But, unfortunately-”

He gestured to his injured leg.

“-I’m not really equipped to find a better spot.”

“I could find something!” She added hopefully. “I have a friend near here that I think could help.”

Danny glanced at her with a pitying look. He didn’t want to ask, but he had to.

“Is your friend… you know. Still around?”

The woman looked insulted.

“If you mean ALIVE. Yes. She is alive.”

“Sorry.” Danny at least had the good graces to look embarrassed.

“Not everyone in your situation is as aware as you. I promise I’m not trying to offend.”

He sighed.

“I really appreciate the help. But I’m very close to my apartment. I think I’d have a better chance getting there safely than trying to get to wherever your friend is.”

“You live near here?” She asked skeptically.

“Well, yeah. Not exactly legally. But it's safe.”

“Okay.” She started to reach for the boy. Extending her hand for him to grab.

“Okay?” He sounded confused.

“Yes, O.K. Let’s get you home.”

Danny wasn’t sure whether to accept her help or not. She seemed determined, that was for sure. And she had brought him supplies. No easy feet for a shade. Most wouldn’t have been able to hold on long enough to complete a task that took that long. Whatever had driven her to help him must have been pretty strong. She was present. Focused. Every other shade he’d encountered in this city, forgot about him the moment he was out of their line of sight. They weren’t unkind. Just distracted. Their minds, or what was left of them, lingered in the past. The moments of lucidity were few and far between. And just as fleeting.

This woman was solid. She took up space. She knew where she was and what she was doing. It was honestly impressive. Gotham had more ambient ectoplasm than most cities but not nearly enough to sustain a shade to this extent. This was one strong-willed ghost.

“What’s your name?”

“Martha.”

He nodded and smiled.

“Danny.”

He reached out and took hold of her hand.

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Notes:

Here’s the second part of that chapter! Sorry for the wait. I haven’t abandoned it yet I promise! Just been a busy couple of weeks. If you like the fic so far please leave a comment! I love Martha she’s just trying her best. Being dead is hard lol

Thanks for reading!

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[hansleftbuttcheek]

Voodoo Dolls pt.1

BANGCHAN 🐺

ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡

PAIRING - Bangchan x reader

GENRE - Smut ♥️

WARNING - creepy deepy eepy meepy stuff and smut…18+ NSFW

NOTES - This is my first post so it might be shit so….

SUMMARY - the reader jerks bangchan off by using a voodoo doll version of him

“Hey! Come back!”

As the shops was packed with so many people, you continued searching, ignoring distractions, mostly kids. You were wandering around the shops looking for something. For someone.

A friend of yours told you that there was this creepy place near the shops where a man sells unbelievable things. You followed her words and went to that exact same spot.

As you were walking around the place, you found the shop that she was talking about. It was dark, gloomy, disturbing, almost cursed. You crept inside, watching your step due to the darkness. You got scared as you heard whispers and creeping, maybe laughing and footsteps.

“hello? Is anyon-“ “Did you call?” A raspy is voice said in-front of you, cutting you off making you jump. “Oh, I’m sorry but is this ######?” You ask the man who nods at your question. “Yes it is darling~ so. What are you here for?”

“I was told that you sell voodoo dolls of your close ones…is that true?” You play with your fingers, feeling a bit nervous. “Yes! We do! You came here for them…didn’t you?” The croaky voice asks sending shivers down your back. “Y-yes…do you have them?” “Mm-hmm. I do darling. Are these right?” You hear some shuffling under the table and soon, the man brings out 8 voodoo dolls which are made out of cotton. They all look so realistic. It amazes you. “Yes. Yes! Those are the ones!” A smile comes across your face making the man smile too. “Well, since your so eager, they’re on the house. Just for you~”

Your throwing all the dolls on the bed, observing each one of them. Which grabs your attention the most is Chan’s one. He still looks so muscular and big even if he’s a doll. You wonder if he also still has a big dick. The next thing you know it, your stripping the dolls clothes off, revealing his long hard shaft. You poke it and think of an idea. You tip-toe to Chans bedroom, creaking the door open just enough for you to peek through. Chans on the bed, fully stripped. You see his long hard cock pointing up. Once you begin to stroke his big cock, you hear him moaning and whimpering.

“f-fuhhhckkk! What the hell is happening?” The man whimpers and moans, gripping onto the sheets. You enjoy hearing his moans causing you to become wet down there. You feel your panties begin to soak causing you to lick the voodoo dolls mini penis.

You hear him whine and cry out, begging for more. Your eyes look up towards Chan, seeing his look so hot and precious. It makes you so horny. You needed his dick. Not the dolls dick- his really dick.

A loud pornstar like moan was heard and next thing you knew it. Chan was Cumming hard onto his stomach. Even though the doll didn’t cum in your mouth, damn, did he look so damn sexy.

“fuck….y/n?…what are you doing there?!”

ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡

[skye707]

I want to know how the riddlers are when watching scary movies

(I especially want them to see reanimator and bride of reanimator cause I think they'd like them) 💚👻

Don't be fooled, most of these dudes are not the scary movie type.

Unburied - Total scaredy-cat. Not even shy about it either. And if it’s gory? He’s out. Sorry.

ZY - It depends on the type of scary movie. Slasher films don’t scare him. I mean he threw people into lion pits for shits and giggles. Found footage ghost movies? Oh fuck that. Unlike Gotham, he is not cool with the idea of the supernatural.

Dano - He’s a little…too into it. Like he’s going to start getting ideas, so unless you want to see him on the evening news, I’d steer clear of anything to realistic.

YJ - C’mon man, he can do this. It’s just a movie, he’s tough, it’s not re-jump scare and he’s screaming under the blanket.

Gotham - If you don’t tell him it’s a scary movie and he figures it out when the first scary scene happens, you’ll get the delight of watching his muppet face go from surprise to childlike glee.

BTAA - If it’s a horror movie, there had better be a very complex idea behind the themes and scenes. He’s not just gonna mindlessly watch something like that without solving the hidden puzzles of why. So, he’s not even scared, just thinking.

Arkham - He likes horror movies, but only classics or very good newer ones. All these re dos and lame concepts can take a hike. He’d like just as much to cuddle up and watch The Shining

BTAS - Now, I’m gonna be honest, I don’t think he’d even give it a chance. Sorry, but he is far too refined to subject himself to the sights of guts and gore and base evil deeds.

Telltale - Not scared and actually he’s explaining to you how this specific scene inspired him to create one of his traps. Which is awful because you’re watching Saw

[hollywoodxwhore]

Ours | Chapter 9

Colson x Presley (Original Female Character)

Synopsis: Presley and Colson fell in love accidentally, but they were meant to be. Now that all the obstacles have been removed, they're moving in together in LA. Now, they have all the time in the world for Colson to teach Presley all of the things he knows. This fic is the sequel to Mine, which can be found in my masterlist!

Warnings/Content: Smut (18+), swearing, fluffy romantic shit, col and pres getting married

I couldn't wait any longer.

Colson

Three Months Later

“We’re motherfucking number one!” Rook’s voice is a scream, startling all of us. Somehow, he was the first one to read the text and now the rest of us scramble to grab our phones, reading the group text. 

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” Cash says, eyes wide as he looks around at each of us. “Is this real?”

“Get used to it,” Slim says with a happy laugh, clapping Cash on the back. “Only number ones from here on out.”

I’m speechless. Normally, my reaction is to jump up and scream, but in this moment, I’m shell shocked. Deep down, I was scared that it was a fluke, that Tickets hit at just the right time and people were so startled by its newness that they couldn’t help but listen. Releasing Mainstream Sellout was, quite honestly, terrifying.

It’s darker than Tickets. It’s my diary, essentially, my soul bared for my fans and critics to analyze, to judge. As much as I want to make music just because I love it, as little as I want to care about fame, I wanted a number one so desperately that I was almost insane about it. Could we do it again? Were we only good for one pop punk album? Was the Machine Gun Kelly craze here and gone before we knew it?

Realistically, I know I have fans that will ride til the end, no matter what type of music we make. But what if we lose some? What if they’re sick of the pop punk vibe and want rap back and can’t wait until we release another rap album? I’ve been torn about this album for a long time. We delayed the release date twice before Slim finally told me to fuck off and gave permission to release it.

And here we are with our second rock album going number one.

“Colson.” I shake my head a little, coming out of my daze to realize that Presley has been saying my name repeatedly. I look at her sheepishly and rub the back of my neck. My fiancee’s beautiful green eyes sparkle with amusement and she chuckles. “Where’d you go, baby?” she asks, resting her hand on my shoulder.

I reach over and pull her into my arms, squeezing her tight. She climbs into my lap, embracing me, and I close my eyes. “Sorry,” I murmur into her hair. “Just doesn’t feel real. I didn’t think it was going to happen,” I confess.

I can feel her smile against my neck. She presses a kiss there. “I did,” she says simply, then gets off my lap. I look at her for a moment and I realize that she really means it. She never doubted for a second that we’d go number one. 

When Megan and I were together, she tried so hard to convince me that pop punk wasn’t the way to go. “You can’t just switch genres,” she said, that grimace that was so often on her face apparent. 

I frowned. “We’re not switching genres,” I argued defensively. “We’ve always done rock. We’ve always had guitar and singing on our albums.” It occurred to me all of a sudden that maybe Megan had lied to me. If she’d listened to our old stuff like she claimed she did, then she would know this. She would never say something so insulting.

She rolled her eyes. “I’m bored.” I was working; we were in the studio, but when she stood up and took off her dress before crawling into my lap, I knew work was going to be delayed. I sighed and tried to pretend that she hadn’t hurt me. 

Now my girl sits beside me beaming with pride as I hug and high five my band, celebrating our second number one rock album. Megan was wrong in so many ways. The longer I’m with Presley, the more and more the pain of Megan fades. Pres is healing me without even meaning to.

Later that night when Presley and I are celebrating in our bed, her back to my chest with my hand wrapped in her silky black hair, I feel such a burst of love for her that it’s almost overwhelming. I keep one arm wrapped around her waist as I kiss her neck, groaning. “Presley, baby, I love you so much.”

“Col,” Pres whines as I fuck into her, her ass shaking against my hips.

“Pres,” I pant. “I don’t want to wait. Let’s get married.”

“Right now?” Presley cries, curling her hand around my wrist, but I don’t stop fucking her.

“Not right now,” I say with a breathless laugh. “Let’s fucking go to Vegas and just do it.”

“Colson,” Presley says, but it melts into a moan. “Are you serious? I don’t want to go to Vegas,” she says, bewildered. “T-too many people.”

I laugh into her neck, biting down gently. “Then let’s go to the courthouse,” I pant. “Cash and Liv can be our witnesses.”

“Please don’t talk about my brother when I can feel you behind my fucking belly button,” Presley groans, and I start to laugh so hard that we lose balance. Presley falls forward onto her stomach and I follow, rutting against her. We’re both too close to stop this and have a real conversation, so I speed things up, slipping a hand beneath her hips.

Presley whimpers and fists the sheets as I rub circles in her clit, and I hold off until I feel her start to clench around me. We come at the same time, our sounds mingling in the warm air around us. When we’re done, I roll off of Pres and grab some tissues, breathing hard.

Once she’s cleaned up, I pull her onto my chest, tip her chin up, and kiss her. I kiss her with everything in me. With all the love and pride and joy I feel. Presley melts on top of me and makes a soft, helpless sound, and I know I have her. She doesn’t want to wait either. I want her to be my wife. 

It’s crazy to think we met in September, got together in October, and now, in April, I’m ready to marry her. I guess it’s true what they say: when you know, you know.

“Cols?” Presley murmurs, breaking me from my thoughts. I look down at her and bite my lip. She looks extra beautiful like this, hair messy and eyes glassy with pleasure. I can’t help but kiss her swollen lips once more. “I don’t want a big wedding,” she says.

“No?” I ask, hope rising in my chest.

Presley shakes her head. “No. I don’t even want one,” she admits. “Did you mean it? Do you really want to go to the courthouse? Because if that’s what you want…” I can tell just by the way she talks about it that she’s relieved by the thought of not having a huge wedding. She likes simple things, and a courthouse wedding just might be perfect for my girl.

“Pres, I’d marry you however and wherever and whenever you want,” I tell her, tucking her hair behind her ear. “All I care about is that I’m marrying you.” 

Presley bites her lip. “You won’t be disappointed if we get married at the courthouse?”

I shake my head, grinning. “No, baby. I’ll be thrilled.”

“We’ll have to put off our honeymoon,” she says. “Too much to do with the new album.”

I shrug. “We’ll figure it out,” I tell her, stroking her cheek. 

“Col?”

“Hm?”

“Thank you.” Her voice is small. My brow furrows and I tilt my head a little so I can see her better. The blinds are open and the light from the moon casts a silvery shadow over the bed, illuminating Presley’s face. The shadows of her eyelashes are outlined on her cheeks and she looks almost ethereal, like she couldn’t possibly be real.

“For what?” I ask, a little breathless with my love for her.

“For knowing me.” She bites her lip and my heart skips a beat. I’m quiet, giving her time to sort out her thoughts. “For not wanting to change who I am but for embracing it. I was so scared when I met you. Of everything.” 

I know this is true. It breaks my heart to know she lived in fear for so long. I lift her hand to my lips and press gentle kisses to her fingertips.

“You showed me I don’t have to be afraid,” she says. “You showed me that I deserve to be loved for exactly who I am.”

“Pres,” I say, voice thick with emotion. “Fuck, baby. You showed me the same damn thing. You know that, right?”

Presley laces our fingers together and nods. “Col, I want to be with you forever,” she says. “I don’t want to live in a world where I’m not yours.”

“Jesus,” I say, shaking my head in awe that someone like Presley could ever love someone like me. I cover her mouth with my own and push a hand into her hair, keeping her face close to mine. Our hearts pound fiercely against one another as her hand slides to my bicep and squeezes. “Marry me,” I say as I break the kiss, “tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Presley laughs right against my mouth, and I love the sound and the taste of it. “Fuck, Colson. I’m going to be your wife tomorrow?”

“Hell yeah, Presley Baker,” I say, and the sound of her name paired with mine makes my stomach flip in the best way. And then, we stop talking entirely, practicing how we’ll consummate our marriage tomorrow. 

Presley said she would marry me today on three conditions.

One - Cash and Olivia will be our witnesses.

Two - We still dress up in our wedding clothes (yes, Presley already has her dress).

Three - We still get to say personal vows. 

I agreed to all three, so here we are, preparing for our wedding in two different places. I slept at Cash and Olivia’s last night so Presley and I wouldn’t see each other on our wedding day until the ceremony. I’m still here, Cash securing a flower to my suit while Olivia and Presley get ready at our house. 

“You sure you want to marry my sister?” Cash jokes as he takes a step back. He’s grinning, dimples carved into his cheeks. “Looks good, man.”

I glance at myself in the mirror. No one can blame me or act surprised by my pale pink suit. I love how it looks, and my hair looks damn good, too. I can only imagine how stunning Presley is going to look. We’re going to have a small “reception” after the ceremony with some of our closest friends. Sam will take pictures, and then we’ll go home to our house as husband and wife. 

“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life,” I admit to Cash as I slip into my shoes. My hands are sweaty as I tuck my vows into the inner pocket of my coat. “You’ve got the rings?”

Cash pats the pocket of his dress pants and nods. “Safe and sound. You ready?”

I take one more look in the mirror. In less than an hour, I will have a wife. “Ready,” I croak.

When we arrive at the courthouse, the girls are already there. Presley is hiding away somewhere while Olivia, Cash, and I talk to the Justice of the Peace. I’m half listening as she explains how the ceremony will go. It’s very simple: the Justice says a few words, we share our vows and exchange rings, she pronounces us married, we sign the marriage license, and boom. 

“Are we ready to get started?” the Justice asks. 

I swallow hard. “Ready,” I say. 

The Justice of the Peace is a woman in her fifties with locs and eyes that crinkle in the corners when she smiles. “Congratulations,” she says, patting my shoulder. 

Olivia and I follow her into the courtroom. Cash is going to be walking Presley down the “aisle”, so he goes to find her. I wipe sweaty hands on my pants as Olivia and I approach the front of the room where the Justice stands. 

“Ready, Col?” Olivia asks, reaching up to fix my hair. “You look great. I’m so happy for you.” Hey eyes brim with tears and I pull her in for a hug.

“Thank you,” I say tightly, trying not to cry. I release her when someone clears their throat, and then, all of my attention is on the woman who is going to be my wife in just a few minutes.

I knew from the first time I saw her that Presley was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. As she stands in the doorway, her arm wrapped around her brother’s, I realize she’s even more beautiful than I ever thought possible.

Her dress is her in every sense of the word. It’s white, per tradition, but it’s sexy as hell while still being classy. Lace drapes over her tall frame as the dress hugs her curves, emphasizing her hips and breasts. Her long hair cascades down her back, pearls decorating the top of her head. Her hair is split in a tight middle part with the top smoothed back behind her ears as the rest hangs loose and flowy. Her makeup is flawless, making her eyes pop, and I can tell she’s wearing heels as she’s closer to Cash’s height than usual.

I have to remind myself to breathe as she smiles at me, bouncing on her toes with excitement. I let out a breathless laugh and press a hand flat to my chest, trying to calm my erratic heartbeat. Cash is beaming as they start to walk toward me. Every second that passes that she isn’t in my arms makes it harder and harder to breathe. This woman is going to be my wife.

Finally, after what feels like forever, Cash and Presley stop in front of me. Cash wraps her in a fierce hug, whispering words to her that I can’t make out. Then, he throws his arms around me in a huge bear hug. “You’re about to be my brother,” he says thickly, and tears sting in my eyes as I hug him so hard it almost hurts. He pulls away, steps aside, and then, all I see is Presley.

She steps forward, giving me her hands, and I let out a breath. Along with it come a few tears, but I don’t even care. I’ve never felt love like this, never felt emotion like this. “Hi baby,” she whispers, and I can tell she’s emotional, too. Her eyes glitter with unshed tears.

“Hi,” I say back, voice rough with emotion. “My god, you’re stunning.”

“You’re gorgeous,” she breathes, and then she’s in my arms. I hold her close, breathing in her intoxicating scent, and close my eyes. After a few moments, we pull back and step in front of the Justice, who’s smiling.

“Wow,” she remarks. “I’ve done this many times and I’m not sure I’ve ever seen two people more in love than the pair of you.”

Presley and I look at each other and beam.

“We are gathered here today to join the two of you in marriage,” the Justice says. “You have chosen to read your own vows. Who will start?”

“Me,” Presley says quickly, and I let go of her hands so Olivia can hand her vows over. Presley clears her throat and I notice her hands are trembling as she unfolds the paper. She meets my eyes and then looks down at her paper. She takes a deep breath and begins.

“Colson Baker. Less than a year ago, you were my celebrity crush. You still are, if I’m being honest. In the time I’ve known you, you have become my everything. My confidant, my inspiration, my safe place. The love of my life and my best friend.

“It’s hard to think that I lived without you for as long as I did. My eyes and my heart were closed to so many things before you. I didn’t know love like this actually existed outside of romance novels, but Col, you’re my real life love story.

“Colson, I promise to always love you and to always like you. I promise to always laugh at your jokes, even the cheesy ones. I promise to be your biggest fan and supporter. I promise to always be backstage or front row at your shows, screaming the loudest for you. I promise to always be your muse and your sounding board for ideas. 

“I promise to build a family with you when we’re ready. I promise to make you so happy that the pain you’ve felt in the past is a distant memory. Colson, I promise that I will always, always be yours, baby. I love you more than life.”

When she finishes, we’re both crying. It’s messy and almost pathetic, and we both laugh wetly when our respective witnesses hand us each a tissue. Once we’re a little more put together, the Justice asks Cash for my ring. He steps forward and hands it to Presley. 

The ring is black with roses on it, engraved on the inside. Presley slips the ring onto my finger. It fits perfectly and I nearly lose my breath looking down at my wedding ring.

“Colson, you may proceed with your vows,” the Justice says.

I nod and swallow hard, pulling my vows from my suit. I unfold the paper and clear my throat, looking at Pres for a long moment before looking at the paper. “Presley Maeve Carver,” I begin. “You came into my life when I needed you most and you never left.

“I had pretty much sworn myself to a life of solitude when we met. I remember when your brother told me to stay away from you. I was so mad, but now that I look back, I can’t blame him. I wasn’t on the right path. But Presley, you helped me find the path I so desperately needed.

“Pres, you’ve shown me what unconditional love is. You’ve shown me that every part of me is worth loving, even the dark parts that I’ve tried so hard to keep hidden. You make me feel so safe and so wholly myself. 

“I promise to love you no matter what happens. I promise to continue to write songs about you. I promise to always stare at you whether you’re dressed like this or wearing no makeup. I promise to hold your hand and kiss you as much as you want. I promise I will never let you down.

“I promise to be the best father to our children and the best husband to you. You make it easy, my love. I can’t wait to spend an eternity with you. I love you, Presley.”

More tears. After another couple of tissues, I slide Presley’s wedding band onto her finger, joining her engagement ring, and we take hands again. I’m shaking but I’m so beyond happy.

“Colson Baker,” the Justice of the Peace says, smiling up at me. “Do you take Presley Maeve Carver to be your wife?”

I look down into Presley’s emerald eyes. “I do,” I say firmly. 

“Presley Maeve Carver,” the Justice continues. “Do you take Colson Baker to be your husband?”

Pres squeezes my hands and smiles widely. “I do.”

“By the power vested in me by the state of California, I now pronounce you husband and wife,” the Justice says. “Colson, you may kiss your bride.”

And fuck, do I.

Presley is in my arms in seconds, her body tipped back as I kiss her, tender and passionate and so full of love. She clings to me as we kiss, our tiny crowd cheering, and god, I don’t ever want to come up for air. I never want to let this woman go.

But I never have to.

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[andromeda-pleiades]

A Married Man

Cw // infidelity, cursing, brief alluisons to torture, pregnancy

A/N : Probably Ooc Price, idk. I feel it's a tad bit realistic, but he is also very mean. also he has a wife. Also the reader is kinda mean, too

I've been scared before.

Scared when hostages don’t comply or respond to torture tactics the way they should. Nervous when I get hit enough times that my body screams. I get frantic when witnesses repeat the same grueling, unnecessary details completely unrelated to my questions. Wasted time was the difference between life and death.

I get scared, sure. But right now . . . I'm terrified.

I've taken five tests, all with the same result. I spent most of my midnight begging and praying that this was all a dream that I couldn't have messed up this bad.

But I woke up this morning in the same nightmare.

I've moved through my day roboticly, but now comes the moment my day has been leading up to. I knocked on my Captains door, the name plate taunting me, serving to remind me that I knew what I was getting into.

"Captain, I need to talk to you." I try to keep all emotion out of my voice.

He pauses his work and looks up at me, making me avert my eyes. "Talk about what exactly?"

"I'm so sorry, John, " As soon as the words leave my mouth, tears start swelling in my eyes. "I really thought we were being careful."

His brow furrows with confusion. "What happened?"

I had all day to prepare what to say but right now everything feels as if it's spilling out of a boiling pot. "I know you didn't tell your wife, and we were keeping it a secret, and I thought I was on birth control, but..." my throat burns and before I could say anything else I feel tears run down my face.

He stares at me his eyes burning into my very soul searching for the unspoken. "You got pregnant!?"

"I'm so sorry John. What are we- What do we tell your wife?

Silence

Silence so thick you can cut through it.

Then he stands taking of his hat and holding it in his hands. He lools at me as if he is in physical pain from this conversation.

"Are you sure that's my child?"

Wait.

What

Am I sure that's his- "Are you seriously calling me a whore John? Fuck, I knew we shouldn't have done this. I shouldn't have slept with you."

"You’re missing my point, love." He stares down at me. "There might be another reason for you being pregnant other than me. I’m not saying you’re a ‘hoe’, I’m saying I know you’re seeing other people. And you’re telling me that the child is mine?"

His face relaxes. This isn't how i imagine this to go maybe its my hormones, or maybe it's his stupid face, but everything about his demeanor is infuriating me. I stand up. "John, I've been sleeping with you and only you for five months now. I cut everyone else off because I wanted to I be with you. "

I feel restless as if the anxiety and anger running through my body can't let me sit still, so I start pacing his office. "I should have fucked gaz instead."

He remains unmoved by my rant. He stays cold, and actually stares me down, his expression slowly growing to anger.

"Do not mention Gaz in that manner."

"Why not? With the way he looks at me, I'm sure he would've jumped at the chance. But no, I had to sleep with the married guy." I throw my hands up in exasperated anger.

He steps towards me

"Do not think for even a second that he looks at you that way." He lowers his voice. "Nor is he the kind to sleep with an irresponsible woman."

Irresponsible woman??

Irre- "Irresponsible woman?!? Did you forget you came to me first? You slept with the irresponsible woman?"

He raises his eyebrows, letting a small smile yug at his lips

"I have not forgotten. But I know for a fact, I wasn’t the one trying to seduce a married, older man into an irresponsible relationship. That was you. A young woman who had no idea what she was doing. So, yes, you are the irresponsible one."

I look him in eyes and scoff at his audacity.

"But that's the thing, John, you are older than me and married, not to mention you're my CO. Im sure the higher-ups and your wife would love to hear how Captain Price was in an affair with his subordinate and knocked her up."

He laughs, this time a full-on, hard-as-nails laugh

"You’re threatening to blackmail me? That’s hilarious."

He takes a hearty step towards me.

"Your little plan of threatening me with my career and reputation won’t work, love. Because you know what they’ll do if you tell everybody about our affair? They’ll kick your ass to the curb, and you’ll be thrown out of the regiment."

I don't know how to explain the emotion I feel. Anger. Disbelief. Sadness.

I'm done.

" I can't believe I loved you, John. I don't know why I thought you were any different." I turn toward the door to leave this conversation in this room to never leave again.

"Don't worry about the baby or me because you'll never have to see us again."

Before I can leave the room, he puts his hat on and stands in front of the door.

"Love, where do you think you’re going?" His voice is still cold.

I try to cool my face into one of indifference.

"Captain, you don't even think the child is yours. This entire conversation shows that we aren't mature enough to raise a baby together."

I try to take a steay breath, but it comes out shaky. "I'm going to get a discharge and leave. Maybe I'll find a nice house where I can raise the baby and start a new job. "

I look him in the eyes, trying to show the meaning behind my words

"I'm not going to force you to be there for them... Captain."

Still, that isn't enough to make him move

"You’re not leaving, love. You’re right. I don’t know if the child is mine. But," His face softens, and his voice turns gentle. "I can’t imagine not being a part of this child’s life. And as your CO, love, I won’t allow you to leave without my say so."

"So what, Captain, what do you want me to do? Because we don't live in this perfect world where people don't ask questions."

" Listen, you can't be a part of my child's life and still live yours."

I take a step towards the door and, in turn him "Let me leave John"

He steps closer to me, his face just inches away from mine

"And why can’t I raise my child while still living my life, hm? What do you think I do at home? Stare at a wall?" He leans in even closer, brushing my nose with his, and whispers: "No, love. I can’t let you leave just yet."

"I think you go home to your wife, and I'm not sure she'll be too happy with you coming home with a kid." I whisper.

A small smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

"And if, hypothetically, I was to divorce her, would that be a more better answer to your worries?"

[celestiall0tus]

Tales of Bloody Bug and Chat Noir - Chapter 17 - Horrificator

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            Alix sat in Miss Bustier’s class while her homeroom class recorded a movie. She had been half paying attention to what it was. Something about a horror movie, but that was all she cared to remember. She watched Mylene and Adrien play the main leads while she nodded off to sleep.

            “Agent Smith, it’s too dangerous. We must evacuate,” Adrien said.

            “You’re suggesting we run, Officer Jones? After if devoured my family, my friends, even my beloved dog, Sniffles? Never! I won’t run! I no longer fear it! I’m going to face it, and-!”

            Mylene shrieked that startled Alix awake. Alix looked around, ready to jump to action only to see Ivan in a terrible monster mask. She groaned and slammed her face onto the desk.

            “Mylene, that’s, like, the tenth take, and we’re only on the first scene,” Nino remarked.

            “Fourteenth, actually. But who’s counting?” Chloe commented.

            “I’m sorry. I’m gonna do better on the next take, I promise,” Mylene whimpered.

            Nino shook his head as he groaned in frustration. “You’re playing a hero from the Special Forces. You’re not supposed to get all freaked out.”

            “I know, but that monster mask he’s wearing is so realistic and scary.”

            Alix groaned and sank to the floor.

            “It’s just big old me, Mylene. Nothing to be scared of,” Ivan said.

            “Yeah. It’s not like it’s Alix,” Chloe remarked.

            Chloe and Sabrina laughed while Alix raised her hand and flipped Chloe off.

            “Alright, c’mon, my dudes. Ivan, put the monster mask back on. And, Mylene, we need you to stay in character.”

            Mylene whimpered as Ivan put the mask back on. She grimaced and cringed away seeing him with the mask.

            “I just need a moment to sing my happy song and I’ll be ready. Smelly wolf, smelly wolf. Stinky breath and slimy-.”

            Mylene backed into Adrien, who had his makeup touched up by Juleka. She gasped and screamed. Alix sucked in a breath, stood, and slammed her hands on her desk.

            “Oh, for fuck’s sake, Mylene! It’s just a stupid, crummy, bargain bin mask you could make with the shit you’d find in a dumpster! Get over yourself! It’s not that scary!” Alix roared.

            Mylene flinched and looked down.

            “Maybe a touch too harsh, Alix,” Adrien said.

            “Then let’s wrap this shit up! I’m sick of being here listening to her scream over the same stupid shit!”

            “Then leave. It’s not like we want you to be here,” Alya remarked.

            “I do!” Adrien countered.

            “Me too!” Rose added.

            “I do,” Juleka whispered.

            Marinette hesitated. “Y-yeah! So do I.”

            “Jump off a bridge, Marinette. You too, Alya,” Alix hissed.

            “Look, I can do it. Just… just give me a few minutes,” Mylene said.

            Mylene backed out of the room and ran downstairs. Ivan threw the mask off and went after her. Alix sighed and sank back to the floor.

            “What are we going to do? The deadline for the Parisian Student Short Film Festival is tomorrow evening! At this rate, we’ll never finish, dudes!” Nino whined.

            “Relax, Nino. I’m the producer and I’m going to make sure this gets done tonight,” Marinette reassured.

            “Wow. Stand-up job you’re doing, producer,” Alix remarked.

            Marinette flinched, then took a breath. “Look, we’ll just… make some changes. If Mylene keeps getting scared, then we’ll just switch things around. I’m sure that’d be ok, right? Uh, who wants to be the leading lady?”

            “I will,” Chloe offered.

            “You haven’t even read the script,” Alya countered.

            “Of course, I have. The first scene, anyway. I can even tell you that it ends with a kiss between Agent Smith and Officer Jones.”

            Marinette gasped. “Alya? You wrote that?”

            Alya frowned and looked over the script. “Hold on, I didn’t write this.”

            “Uh, I wrote it. It was just a little tweak. You know, to move the story forward,” Nino confessed.

            “What? You edited my script without even telling me? That’s low!”

            “Wait a minute. You mean our script?”

            “Ugh. Who cares who wrote what? We’ve got to film this thing, right?” Chloe pointed out.

            “She’s right. Principal Damocles is only allowing us to use the school until 6:00 PM sharp, which leaves us nine hours, twelve minutes, and twelve seconds,” Max pointed out.

            Alix groaned as her classmates fought with each other. She glanced around before she slipped out of the room. She sighed and walked along the second-floor balcony when she heard Ivan cry out below. She looked over the railing to see Ivan run away and up the stairs.

            “Ivan? What’s wrong?” Alix called.

            “It’s Mylene! A butterfly flew into the pin I gave her and then there was this butterfly mask that lit up around her.”

            “Warn the others!” Alix ordered.

            Ivan nodded and ran inside. Alix ran into the library and took off her cap. Tikki and Stompp flew up.

            “Looks like we’ll need to transform. Stompp, I’ll first transform with Tikki. If I need you too, I’ll unify then. However, I think we should be fine for this one. Nonetheless, stay out of sight, but close enough.”

            Stompp nodded and hid amongst the books. Alix tossed her cap aside and transformed into Bloody Bug. She ran back to the courtyard and looked around. It was empty with no sign of a monster. She glanced at the classroom to see everyone fighting. She rolled her eyes, ready to move on, when she saw that Max and Kim were missing from the room.

            “Oh, for the love of everything. Can’t they forget that movie?” Bloody Bug asked herself.

            “Your friends are quite stubborn,” Stompp remarked.

            Bloody Bug sucked in a breath as she turned to Stompp. “Aren’t you supposed to be in hiding?”

            “I was until you left the library. You did say to stay close.”

            Bloody Bug fumed then sighed. She jumped down into the courtyard and walked towards the entrance. She paused when she spotted some pink goo. She knelt and touched it as her finger stuck to it. She grunted as she fought to free herself. She pulled herself free as screams tore through the air.

            Bloody Bug turned and ran back to the classroom. She stopped when she saw a large pink slime monster in the doorway. She squared up behind the monster before she kicked its back. It yelped as it crashed into the wall. She stepped into the room as she cracked her knuckles.

            “Square up, bitch. You’re just the excuse I need to let off some steam,” Bloody Bug commanded.

            The monster hissed and roared. Everyone screamed and it grew in size. Bloody Bug raised a brow and rolled her eyes. The monster flinched and shrunk.

            “That was so awesome!” Juleka whispered.

            The monster whimpered and shrunk again.

            “Oh. Oh, I see. Fear is your only strength. Without it, you’re nothing. Well, how about an ultimatum, Horrificator? You let your akuma go and I won’t teach you what real fear is,” Bloody Bug offered.

            Horrificator snarled and roared. It opened its mouth and shot out slime. Bloody Bug dodged it as it hit Marinette and stuck her to the wall. Bloody Bug grinned, grabbed Horrificator, and tossed it out of the room. She rolled her shoulders and tapped the tips of her boots against the floor. Jets hummed to life as she was lifted off the ground and hovered in place.

            Bloody Bug staggered as she got her bearings. She took a breath as she got her balance. She took small strides before she took off over the railing into the courtyard. Horrificator spat slime at her on her descent. She grabbed her yo-yo and slingshot herself out of the path of the slime. It spat at her more, but she maneuvered across the courtyard until she touched the ground.

            “Last chance to surrender, bitch,” Bloody Bug warned.

            Horrificator roared and spat slime again. Bloody Bug skated out of its path as she lapped the courtyard. Horrificator spun in circles, trying to keep up with her. She snickered as she shot across the courtyard and kicked out its legs. It screamed and fell, but whirled around to where once was. It panicked and looked around for her as she darted in and out, landing blow after blow.

            Bloody Bug smirked at Horrificator’s confusion. She skated circles around it when she noticed Nino and Alya up on the balcony, recording the fight. She grinned as an idea crossed her mind. She grabbed her yo-yo, wrapped it around a pole, and continued to dart in and out as she wrapped it into a web of string. She tied off her yo-yo string before she skated up a pole to the second-level balcony, jumped off it, and hovered above it.

            “Remember this moment, Hawkmoth! Let this moment be engraved into your memory at just who you are dealing with. Tikki, Stompp, unify!”

            Bloody Bug’s suit dropped the ladybug motif and traded out for an armadillo as her studded nose piercing became a bull ring. The yo-yo net that held Horrificator vanished, and it fell to the floor as a mace appeared at her hip.

            “Aegis!”

            Protective shell armor covered Bloody Bug’s suit. Horrificator snarled and spat slime at her. It hit her, but bounced off, repelled by the armor. Horrificator yelped, shrank in size, and ran. Bloody Bug grinned, curled into a ball, and spin dashed through the air, hitting Horrificator. It hit the floor as she turned, and spin dashed it again. She kept up her assault until it shrunk to the size of a small animal. It shrieked and ran up into Ivan’s arms.

            Ivan took the pin and tossed it over to Bloody Bug. She destroyed it, releasing the Akuma. Her mace glowed and she raised it, drawing in the Akuma like a moth to flame. It landed on the mace and flew off, purified. Horrificator reverted to Mylene and all remnants of the slime disappeared.

            Bloody Bug watched the class celebrate amongst themselves as she de-unified. She covered Stompp’s retreat as she skated up to the class.

            “Bloody Bug, dude, that was amazing!” Nino cheered.

            Bloody Bug waved her hand dismissingly as she approached Mylene. “Are you ok?”

            Mylene nodded. “Thank you for saving me.”

            “What caused you to be transformed?”

            “I was sick of being scared all the time. I want to be brave, but everything scares me. I felt awful because I was failing my friends, but also myself.”

            Bloody Bug sighed. “Hey, it’s ok. We all have our shortcomings. Mine is my anger, yours is fear. They can be debilitating, but part of becoming better is learning to live with those nasty sides of ourselves. No point in trying to push them away when it’s easier to just make room for them. In some cases, our greatest weakness can be our greatest strength.”

            “But how can fear ever be a strength?”

            “Good question. Let me ask you this in return. How can something as blinding and violent as rage ever be a strength?”

            Mylene pursed her lips. “I… I see your point.”

            “Just don’t forget that you have others with you. I’ve found in my own life that having people at my side makes the rage less scary. I’m sure those around you can make the fear less, well, scary.”

            “Exactly! And you have me, Mylene, always,” Ivan added.

            Mylene smiled and hugged Ivan.

            “This is touching and all, but what about the movie?” Chloe demanded.

            “What movie?” Bloody Bug asked.

            “Man, forget about that. We got something better! Bloody Bug’s fight with Horrificator. This is sure to win us first place for sure!” Nino cheered.

            “What? But we were supposed to work on this together!” Rose whined.

            “What’s the point? We keep fighting and can’t accomplish anything.”

            “What do you mean? We had something figured out!” Marinette butted in.

            “Please. As if we’d let you and Adrikins kiss. It should be me,” Chloe complained.

            “Hold the fuck up. What’s this about kissing?” Bloody Bug asked.

            “Nino here changed my script to include a kiss between Agent Smith and Officer Jones. Which, may I add, Agent Smith wouldn’t be in the mood after her dog was munched on!” Alya yelled.

            “First, it’s our script. Second, it would help move the plot along!”

            “I-!” Alya started.

            Bloody Bug swiped the script away from Ayla. She skimmed through it and rolled her eyes. “You both need to knock this shit off. Just swap some people around so everyone is happy. Or, dare I say it, make changes to adapt to your actors.”

            “No way! I’m the producer and I say we are fine with Adrien as Officer Jones and me as Agent Smith,” Marinette complained.

            Bloody Bug glanced at Adrien to see him wince at the notion. Her eyes darted back and forth until an idea crossed her mind. She smirked and moved between Adrien and Chloe.

            “I see what the issue is. I think the best way to help you guys out is to remove the problem. Don’t you agree?”

            “What’s the problem?” Marinette asked.

            Bloody Bug scooped Adrien up into her arm. “Hold on tight, pretty boy!”

            Adrien clung to Bloody Bug as they swung out and over the school rooftop. They soared through the city until they were far enough from the school. Bloody Bug dipped down and landed in an alleyway where she put Adrien down.

            “Alright, Cat, your choice. Do we hang out as heroes or civilians?”

            Adrien considered, then smiled. “Plagg, claws out.”

            Adrien transformed into Chat Noir, then took off running. Bloody Bug grinned and chased after him as they made for the rooftops. They laughed as they soared over the buildings in their game of cat and mouse. They chased each other around until they stumbled upon Andre’s ice cream cart near Notre Dame Cathedral. They got some ice cream before they headed up to sit on the roof of the Cathedral.

            “This has been amazing, Bug. Thank you for getting me out of there,” Chat Noir said.

            Bloody Bug shrugged. “You seemed miserable, so figured it was the best solution. Maybe they’ll figure their shit out. If not, that’s on them.”

            “Maybe, but I still feel bad. We’re supposed to work on this as a class, but we aren’t really if we aren’t there.”

            “Maybe, but would you rather be caught in the middle of two bitches in heat fighting over you?”

            Chat Noir winced. “No, not particularly. It honestly makes me uneasy being near them when they’re like that. I have no issue being their friend, but when they start that, it makes me uncomfortable.”

            “Why don’t you tell them?”

            “How do I without getting them akumatized?”

            Bloody Bug paused midbite. “Shit, you’re right. Chloe may be more reasonable if you have me around. Marinette though, I don’t know.”

            “What do I do? I can’t avoid them forever.”

            “No, but I think the best you can do is take it one day at a time. Kinda feel things out, y’know. Maybe in time you’ll find a solution to, well, those two. I just wish I could help you out a little more than this flimsy advice.”

            “It’s better than nothing at least. Besides, not really much that you could do anyway. Though, could I ask a favor?”

            “What’s up?”

            “If I need help getting out of a situation, would you help me? I know it probably seems pathetic to ask for help with something like this, but I just don’t know how to handle this without getting angry and snapping at them.”

            “Why do you get angry over it? I mean, I’ve seen people get angry over any number of things, but your reactions to love are unlike any I’ve ever seen. Even Rose doesn’t snap off, but just goes on gushy, mushy, nauseating tangents.”

            “I’m not sure. I’m always loved the idea of romance and love. I’d daresay I’m a terribly hopeless romantic much like Rose, maybe even worse. Like, putting the whole notion of love on a pedestal and worshipping it. I love seeing when people are in healthy, wholesome relationships where both partners, friends, family, whatever, love each other. But when someone claims to love when it’s not really love, it just makes me really angry. Like, how dare they claim to love when they don’t know what love really is, kind of anger.”

            “And you know what love is?”

            Chat Noir considered. “I do. It’s sacrifice, but not too much. It’s warmth, but also a stern hand. It’s letting others go and be free even when it hurts to lose them. Like with Mom. I loved her and she loved me. It’s why it hurts so much that she’s not here, but I have you and Nino. Maybe others… in time.”

            “The whole thing with Felix has you doubting?”

            “I feel bad for doubting everyone. I thought I was making genuine connections, but then that happened, and I don’t know if I can trust them. I mean, look what the girls did to you. You looked devastated.”

            “I was. I took a chance. A chance that isn’t easy to take. I trusted them. I trusted that they accepted me. Maybe not fully, but they were willing to accept me for what I was and that was enough. I thought I finally found people I could dare call my friends, but even now, I don’t know if I could call them that. I have you, Ivan, Mylene, and even Nathaniel, but I don’t feel like I can trust the other girls.”

            “Even Juleka and Rose?”

            Bloody Bug sighed. “I want to trust them. I want to believe they won’t be so gullible again, but the thought lingers. It plays through on loop where I do anything, and they all turn on me. I just… if this was all before, I wouldn’t care. I’d act how I want around them and not think twice. But now, I don’t think I can. I don’t even want to talk to any of them.”

            “I’m… I’m sorry if this is… why do you have a hard time trusting? Why are you so closed off? I mean, I’ve seen your family and, far as I can tell, you have a really good life. One I would honestly love to have myself.”

            Bloody Bug stared at her melting ice cream. She raked her mind for an explanation, but it all came back to her mom. She swallowed hard as she fought the tears that burned her eyes. Flashes of her mom on her deathbed came in and out. She took a deep breath before the dam burst and she cried.

            “Bloody Bug?”

            “I can’t. I’m not ready to face it again.”

            “Face what?”

            “Everything. I’m sorry, but I can’t yet.”

            “Bug, I-.”

            Bloody Bug stood. “I need to go. Good-bye.”

            “Bug, wait!”

            Bloody Bug ignored him and left. Chat Noir sat there a moment longer before he sighed and returned to the school. He landed in the courtyard and de-transformed. He headed up to the classroom as his classmates were in the middle of shooting the next scene. They stopped when they saw him.

            “Yo, Adrien! You’re back, dude!” Nino called.

            “Hey, everyone. How’s the movie going?”

            “Swell, dude. Alya and I agreed on removing the kiss from the script. Mylene has been making amazing progress. We even got past the first scene!”

            “Who’d you get to replace me?”

            Nino gestured over to Mylene and Chloe.

            “Chloe?” Adrien asked.

            “Yeah, yeah. Look, someone needed to get this thing moving along. And if Dupain-Cheng isn’t going to grow a backbone, then I’ll step up and be a leader, just like Bloody Bug.”

            Adrien’s smile faded and he looked away.

            “You ok, dude?” Nino asked.

            “Huh? Yeah, I’m fine. Just… lost in thought for a moment. Need me to do anything?”

            “Nah, we’re good, dude. Maybe assist Juleka with the makeup, or Rose with the snacks?”

            Adrien nodded and joined Rose. He helped pass out refreshments as they all carried on with their roles. Chloe performed well as the second to Mylene for the film. He was worried with him back she’d demand a change, but she didn’t. Alya and Marinette focused on keeping things moving so they were done before six. They all cleaned up and headed their separate ways. He headed for his ride when he heard his name called out. He turned as Marinette stopped in front of him.

            “Marinette?”

            “I… I had, uh, something to tell… you.”

            “Ok.”

            “I’m… sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

            Adrien’s eyes widened. “Oh. I… appreciate the apology. I admit I had a hard time finding the words to tell you how I felt after seeing you akumatized because of what Felix did.”

            Marinette paled. “Oh! I’m… I’m really sorry about that. Um, I just, yeah. I’m sorry. Uh, Bloody Bug didn’t… do anything with you, did she?”

            “Well, we got ice cream and talked.”

            “Yeah? I bet that was fun, right? Oh, I’m sure it was.”

            “Right. Uh, I gotta go. Father’s waiting for me. Uh, I’ll see you Monday?”

            “Yeah! Totally. See you Monday.”

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🤯 Mindblown (Exploding head) emoji review 🤯

Apple: The mushroom cloud is reminding me of an hydrogen bomb. The head bits are going around! Was the explosion too strong for them? I like the details and the crack textures. They had the most shocking moments of their life. 9/10 the expression is a bit fake though.

Google: What were they hiding on their head, marshmallows? The head is cut too sharp. I’d like it better if it had the crack details. I guess it is kinda cute and they look so surprised! 6/10 adorable surprise

Samsung: Omg this is so cute! I love the colors on the inside of the cloud. It’s like they merged apple and Google emoji. Must be a dorky guy and fun to be around. He even has a realistic mouth! 9/10 he had watched fnaf jump scares.

Microsoft: Cross-eyed. Reminds me of my club’s mate who is Asperger’s. I guess this is kinda cute, but looks like an exploding bowl with a face. 3/10 why does it have a purple mouth.

WhatsApp: Honestly, the explosion is so RED, it looks like it’s raining tomato sauce. Am I the only one who thinks this? 7/10 it’s cold that you can see the outside.

Twitter: No hope for twitter. 2/10 because I don’t think it’s that horrible.

Facebook: it has a shockwave! Must be strong. Sorry, were you so shocked your eyes froze? This might look so good if they animated this emoji for a reaction, or do they already have a reaction version of this emoji? 8/10 I don’t use Facebook.

Skype: If this was a cartoon character, its name would be Richard. Here we have, Mr Richard, who is mindblown because they saw a 1 min Clip of kingda ka. It is understandable since that ride is INSANE. Its parents would be Samsung and Google. 5/10 Yummy inside. Is it chocolate?

Twitter emoji stickers: Can we appreciate how detailed the explosion is. It even has blue sparks and lightnings. They probably got an entire concert on their head. The face reminds me of Toad of Mario bro. I don’t know why. Absolutely exquisite shading below the flying bits. Tilted mouth expressing how intense that was. 9.5/10 Cute eyes don’t really fit though.

Joypixels: I’m digging this. The mouth is nice. The shading, It looks like it is airbrushed with a procreate brush. It is like my drawings. I guess they watched a Tekken fight and got shocked. 7.5/10 btw Who mains Kazuya in smash.

TossFace: No rating because protect this adorable toddler before they die from a fatal injury.

Emojipedia: Ah👏Yes👏You👏Look👏Like👏A👏Chef👏Could👏You👏Please👏Cook👏A👏Tasty👏Rib-eye?👏Im👏Sure👏You👏Are👏A👏Michelin👏Star👏Mastermind👏Is👏The👏Explosion👏White👏Bread?👏 Chef/10

LG: Amber eyes. Posible gem treasure? I like the shockwave and the cracks are amazingly detailed. I like the little glints. 7/10

Thank you! 💗

oh my gosh!🤯

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Y’know what? Talking about preferences isn’t something I normally do but I feel like getting my thoughts down somewhere.

This is long as hell, so here’s a cut so people don’t get pissy if this shows up on your timelines or whatever. CW genuine honest preferences and needs, if you take offense to what’s below here, blow me.

Since my ex and I went back to being friends, I’ve done a lot of thinking about what I genuinely want out of someone I’m going to spend the rest of my life with and to be honest there’s kind of a lot there? Yet, in reality, I don’t think my bar is all that high cuz a ton of it’s just “I’d like” and only a few things are hard requirements. Since no one knows or cares about what I post here, lemme just start with the musts and then I’ll start listing off all the things I’d like to have, too.

First off, for the musts, someone that wants to have a family. I mean, really and truly, that’s not that huge a deal I don’t think. I want kids, plural, honestly preferably more than just one or two. That’s a luxury I want to have and a challenge I am willing to face. Two kids is realistically my minimum, I think.

Secondly, someone that’s a little more traditional. This is a little loose in scope, I suppose, but I’ll be honest I have some pretty strong feelings about modern society and not a lot of them are good. I want someone that’s willing to work with me in a garden, that’s willing to put up with rural living, that’s happy with some distance from any major metropolitan cities because I hate what they stand for in modern society. Y’know that cottage core trend that was huge for a little while? The majority of my life is based partly in that. I want to turn my family’s home into as much of a homestead as possible and I need someone willing to work with me in that pursuit.

Another one: Someone that’s actually emotionally mature. So many woman I meet look at me and claim they’re emotionally mature, but they end up slapping the shit out of their boyfriend because he said something they didn’t like. That’s not emotionally mature, no where near, that’s a child, and it feels like such a challenge to find people in general that are mature enough to look at a situation from more than just an emotional, jealous perspective. Like, think about things logically for once, please. Why did what he say upset you? Was it an off hand comment he didn’t think about much? Have you actively sat down and explained why what he said upset you or did you jump right to screaming? Cuz the last time I checked no one listens to someone that’s screaming at them, and if you have, why are you still with that guy because clearly if he isn’t trying to improve for you he’s just an asshole, so why are you still with him? Are you scared of being alone or are you just riding his wallet? I dunno, I get really frustrated when I see terrible couples that are terrible to each other. I want someone that I can sit down with, have important conversations about bills, the kids, politics, whatever, and know that no matter what happens we’ll be as civil as we can and we’ll apologize when we fuck up. And if you read that and went “well, clearly that man did something wrong” or “why are you focusing on only the woman” or anything in that ilk, then I’m sorry to say, no matter what’s in your pants or your bio, you’re part of who I’m talking about and I will block you.

I think the last one is someone that cares about their health. I don’t need some health nut gym rat that works out four times a week, but someone that takes care of herself. Working in the garden, chasing kids, doing chores, these things require a decent amount of exercise, enough that living a decently healthy lifestyle is going to be enough to help us stay healthy. Honestly, this doesn’t even really mean someone skinny. I’d love a nice and soft little lady, but the weight needs to be at least close to healthy in the end. Heart disease, diabetes, strokes, obesity, these are things I’ve been surrounded by for most of my life and it’s painful watching people slowly wear away because they don’t want to take better care of themselves. Hell, I’m just starting my journey to improve my health and still have failings, but the NEED is the intent to work on it. The actual effort put towards it, genuine honest effort.

That’s definitely the end of the needs, so let’s get on to the wants. The little things that I see as a bonus but not exactly something that HAS to be true. I’ve 100% broken most if not all of these at some point in my dating history.

First and foremost, a nerdy girl would be my dream. I’m a fucking dork, I play card games (Vanguard mostly lately, but that’s stupid niche so Commander is my go to answer ngl), D&D and Pathfinder, rock out to some MOBAs (pretty casually and basically exclusively Smite tbh) and love the fuck outta Minecraft, especially modded lately, and I read manga and watch anime. Having someone in my life that I love dearly that shares at least a few of these overlaps in interests would make my day every day. Getting to hear someone rant on and on about their recent finds on Crunchy Roll or their progress in whatever game they’re playing is honestly one of my favorite past times. And don’t even get me started with the idea of getting to go to the Ren Faire of some silly convention in hand made, crummy costumes just to have a good time together.

Okay, for a few things that are super shallow and silly, honestly. I love having a height difference, and I mean a big one, so having a little lady I can love on that’s truly a little lady, like 5 foot tall, is a dream. Someone small enough I can scoop her up and carry her off while peppering her with kisses or teasing her? Perfection, really and truly. This bleeds into a really silly one and one people are definitely going to get upset at me for, but if I could get so lucky as to stumble into a relationship with a little East Asian lady? I’d count my lucky stars and start going to church again. And yeah, I get it, it’s racist or whatever to like a particular race of people aesthetically but can you blame me? The smooth black hair, the soft features, the general stature, and god DAYUM the cooking. I’m a fat boy at heart, I always will be, and my kryptonite is Asian cuisine. I live off of homemade fried rice right now and I’m about to buy a wok so I can learn how to make it better and better. If I could afford to buy or had time to learn how to make rice noodles I’d make mountains of ramen, too.

Another thing I think is a want? Someone that’s about the same level of kinky as I am. I can work with someone a little less or a little more, but there are definitely limits to both sides of that, y’know? I mean I don’t think I could handle a pillow princess, and some of the things I’ve seen come across my timeline are just excessive. I don’t mind causing a little discomfort but I can’t bring myself to want to actually cause the woman I love pain.

Another want? A woman that wants to be a surrogate or at least wants to be pregnant fairly often. It’s not a need, if I get my family I’d be happy, but if I lucked into a lady that wanted to be a surrogate I’d be a lucky man. I know for a fact I can only support so many kids unless I stumble into some serious money, so getting to enjoy watching as this woman I love grows with our shared interest in pregnancy even when we can’t support more sounds divine.

For something that’s definitely a want and kind of a silly one, I don’t drink, smoke, do drugs, or any of that. I’d prefer, genuinely prefer she can realistically do what she wants, a wife that didn’t have much interest in those things either. I don’t really have anything against them, but seeing how much of my family has struggled with addictions, be them cigarettes, alcohol, drugs (weed included), or hell even sugar which is ridiculously addictive, it honestly scares me whenever someone I care about spends a notable amount of time with any substance.

That’s all I can think of at the moment, so… what does that make my “perfect” wife? Hmm…

A 5 foot tall, nerdy East Asian that’s a little kinky with traditional values, an interest in pregnancy and surrogacy, a desire for a big family that’s emotionally mature and not very interested in drinking or smoking. Honestly doesn’t sound ridiculously difficult I don’t think but hey I could be wrong. So long as I get the needs the wants are far more negotiable.

So, whoever you are that’s reading this random post for whatever reason, feel free to go ahead and cancel me over preferences.

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a little on-brand seasonal idea? eddie and a scared reader going to a haunted house, eddies all like “i’ll protect you dont you worry” but then you get separated or something & he finds you crying/upset/anxious. proceeds to be the angel he is & comforts you

hiiii i hope u like it! ty for requesting :)) | 0.8k words, scared reader, sweet sweet eddie

Eddie loves Halloween. It’s his favorite holiday.

This meant that he would drag you along to every single Halloween activity he could think of. You’d complain, but really you were happy that you’re the person he thought of to do this stuff with.

When it comes to movies, you’re usually okay, only hiding in Eddie’s neck or shoulder at the super graphic or scary stuff. In real life, however, you were scared of so much.

Spiders and snakes and every cliche fear, really. Eddie didn’t mind, though, because he liked to protect you. He likes to be the one you yelled for to kill a bug, to call when you were nervous alone at night. It made him feel helpful, needed.

He had to do a lot of convincing to get you to go to the haunted house with him. You hated the jump scares, the masks people wore. But you liked to make him happy and so, you eventually agreed.

He beamed at you, promised not to let go of your hand for a second.

That brought you to where you were now, sitting in Eddie’s van that was parked outside a haunted house he saw in the paper. He was excited, practically bouncing on his feet. You, on the other hand, were a ball of nerves.

When you’re walking towards the entrance and your steps slow, he slings an arm over your shoulders, urging you to walk with him.

“Don’t you worry, baby. I’ll protect you.”

“I know. Just scared.”

“That’s the point!” He’s being overly positive to try and make you feel better. It’s kind of working. “C’mon, it’ll be fun.”

You can't imagine describing this as fun, but you walk inside with him anyways.

He makes good on his promise to hold your hand, he doesn’t let go at all. He even takes his free one to give you brief hugs after each scare. You certainly aren’t having fun and you feel awful about it, but he does help you feel safer.

It’s not until the very last jump scare that the experience is completely ruined.

You could see the exit, and by mistake, you let your guard down, stopped clinging onto Eddie’s arm the way you had been for the majority of the haunted house. Then, some sort of thing jumps out at you while fake spiders drop from the ceiling, thin strings holding them just above your heads.

You actually scream this time, not just a squeal or a scared gasp. A full on scream. You get so scared your eyes fill with tears.

As soon as Eddie hears that scream he knows to get you out of there so he squeezes your hand tight and pulls you until you’re outside. He doesn’t stop until you’re by his van again, away from other people.

“Shhh. Baby, you’re okay,” he holds your face in his hands, wiping away your tears with his thumbs while you lean against the side of the car.

“Sorry,” you sniff, more tears fall. “I didn’t make that fun.”

“Stop it,” he kisses your forehead. “This is on me, ‘kay? Should’ve known you wouldn’t like it.”

He feels horrible. The last thing he wanted to do was make you cry. He thought that maybe going through the haunted house would ease your fears a little but he’s made them worse.

Realistically, he’s not responsible. He couldn’t have known about the last scare, but he feels terrible anyways.

“Promised to protect you and look what happened,” he says.

“It’s okay, Eddie,” you’ve calmed down some, your eyes still shiny but no more tears have fallen. Your eyes are slightly puffy, you have tear tracks in your makeup. “Not your fault I’m so scared.”

“Baby. I’m still sorry. Still love me?”

“Like I could ever stop.”

It’s true, you don’t think anything could take the love you have for this boy away. He’s so caring, so soft with you and it shows. His rings cool against your cheeks but his gaze is warm. He hasn’t taken his hands off of you, and you reach up to grasp his wrists, give them a squeeze. A reassurance.

“Yeah?” He smiles, “I love you, fears and all. How ‘bout we go home and you can pick a movie.”

“Not a scary one.”

“No, not a scary one. Whatever you like. And I’ll cuddle you real good. Squeeze that stupid haunted house memory right out of you.”

He draws a smile from you with his words. You don’t know how you got lucky enough to deserve someone like him. Someone who stays good when he’s faced so much negativity, someone who loves so completely that you feel it every second of every day.

“Sound like a plan, baby?”

You nod, he kisses you, and he takes you home.

[green-lotus]

Headcanons for how the bros would react during/after the first fight with their partner? I’m feeling extra angsty today 🫠

I can't write lol

But! I tried

This came out way longer than I expected, and it turned more into a general description of a disagreement, but I felt that giving some context to the situation would make the whole thing more realistic. Hope it'll be alright to the person asking

So sorry if Donnie & Mikey parts are off key or out of character! I don't yet feel nearly as confident writing about those two as I do in Raph's or occasionally Leo's case, but I decided to give it a go anyway

Raphael

• It wasn't literally anything important that started it. Some most minor stuff about cleaning or putting something back on its spot. And it never happened before, Raph held his temper in check around you, he wanted so badly to make a better impression on you then as the aggressive meathead he too often came across as

• But he just forgot himself. He forgot that you're you, and not one of his brothers, you were both so comfortable around each other after more than a year in a solid relationship it sometimes would slip his mind that you're someone special

• And as you both threw shorter and shorter and more pinching remarks at each other, he just lost it and abruptly jumping to you, yelled over your voice, sending the nearest pile of cans flying towards the wall with one movement of his arm... And his hand flew dangerously closed to your face

• But since you were never a meek sort yourself - you pushed him away instantly, at least as much as you were able to, and screamed back at him, even louder

• Silence fell immediately, and you could both almost hear each other's hearts pounding

• You were scared. Just a bit, but even so. Raph the others knew threw tantrums like that constantly, but your Raph? He never did that. You always assumed a day like that will come, but it still wasn't any less unpleasant. You know he would never lay a hand you and all of that was accidental, but even so... Six inches and you may have been slapped

• You were staring him straight in the eyes, lips squeezed together, breathing heavily, furious, but already feeling the tension slipping off your body, a good sign

• Raph? Raph was only getting worse, terrified, his eyes changed immediately after he realised what he just did

• And now he was an image of pure misery. So confused and so ashamed, and with absolutely no idea how to express it

• He moved his lips, but made no sound; you composed yourself, ready to talk normally, but then he broke, shook his head as if trying to apologises, turned from you and ran away like a beaten dog

• You remained on the spot and took care to calm yourself first.

• He wouldn't seek you out first out of shame, and you knew that.

• So when you felt ready, you found him, pouring all his tension and unresolved emotions onto the punching bag as always, and the moment he spotted you he froze.

• You nodded, just to signal him you weren't angry any longer, but didn't say anything more. And after you have him the peaceful space, words came pouring out of his mind.

• "Y/n... I... I... Eeeeh... Baby, i'm so sorry. You know... You know I would never, ever hurt ya, ya know... I..." He looked into your eyes, his own still so uncertain. "You... Believe me, right? Tell me... You believe me, I don't deserve it maybe, but... Please..."

• You smirked and reached to his face, and took his head in your arms, telling him that you believe him and that all couples fight eventually, and your first one was still remarkably short and quickly resolved. As he leaned into you, you could feel his breath slowing down and all the tension releasing from his muscles. He chuckled into your neck

• "Thanks... Hey, but, next time I go off the range like that... Just throw something at me, will ya? Whatever's close to your hand"

• "Like this shit?" You picked the smallest weight you could find from the weight bar, and still could barely hold it up for a moment.

• Raph snorted. "Oh yeah. Will do"

Leonardo

• Congratulations! You found some subject on which you and Leo don't agree on, and neither of you are willing to back down, standing your ground firmly as always

• That's why you're so strongly drawn to each other anyway, and why you feel so right at each other's side...but this was just waiting to happen

• So the discussion kept heating up, until one of you eventually stood up and decided to raise your voice, and the other responded with the same thing, subconsciously refusing to be overruled

• Leo was astounded. You haven't met or got together yesterday, but still, he never before experienced the situation in which you annoyed him so. You were always his equal & partner, and now... He was just so damn pissed going over the same thing over and over again when talking, he never felt so badly out of touch with you, it was terrifying. He could argue with his brothers, but you were something else... What if that's a sign things are not working out between you? What if this wasn't right? What if he was doing something wrong?

• His anger quickly passed, or more likely, turned into confusion, and you couldn't not notice that

• "Leo... Leo, for fuck's sake, talk to me! What is it? What did I say?"

• "It's not..." He wanted to say something, but didn't really know what. "It's not you, it's... It's me. Excuse me" His voice was cold and static, but shy

• He tried to storm off, but you knew him too well by now and knew that him escaping an unresolved situation is never a good sign for anyone involved, so you grabbed his arm and walked over to him

• "No no no no, no, i'm not doing that. Just say what you want, i'm not gonna change my mind, but just say it, would you?"

• Leo took a deep breath.

• Initially, he wanted to just spit out the most trivial, obvious explanation and carry on. He didn't have strength to deal with anyone so steadfastly set in their opiniom

• But then... He realised... It was you, hell, it was you he was talking about, his woman, his beloved person. Why was he acting so stupid on purpose?

• He really didn't want to think about the fact he MIGHT be doing it on purpose

• He lowered his eyes and hunched slightly, letting his guard down

• "Listen, I guess... I just never thought we could really argue. I know it's inevitable in a couple, but you..." He took your hands in his and cradled them for a moment. "You are... So special to me. I didn't WANT to argue. But it still... Happened."

• "Uh - huh"

• "Uhu?! You don't have anything ... Else to say? We were just at each other's throats, it shouldn't have happened"

• "Were we?"

• "It felt like that to me."

• "Yeah. And now we're not. You could say we're past our first official couple fallout. How triumphant is that, sensei?"

• Leo capitutaled and chuckled. This one half - ironic, half - affectionate nickname always got through to him

• "Very. I'm proud of us, love"

• You embraced each other, but even so, he whispered in your ear softly: "you're still such a knucklehead... sometimes, i guess"

• "Yeah, that's fine. Love you too"

Michelangelo

• It took an unhuman amount of patience & extravagance to deal & exist with Mikey on a daily basis. And you were always more than happy to provide that. No one could ever quite keep up with YOU either, so

• But this one time, even your temper ran short.

• You would most often accompany Mikey in every not really reasonable venture he came up with. Going above ground to join a dress - up parade? Strolling through the city roofs in broad daylight and avoiding all sight? Got it, you were never the one to hold him back, and Mikey fell deeper in love with you every single time

• Until this one time.

• He just kept on fooling around, in the least suitable moment. Brothers were stressed, Leo needed peace & quiet after some serious talk with Splinter and Mikey didn't seem to notice that fact at all, and you had a really, really rough day and the last thing you were in the mood for were his wild ideas

• "Mikey, jesus, just shut up for a second, would you? Could you do that?"

• He looked at you, astounded, but not quite catching on the mood of the situation

• "Hey, my baby, what is it? Did those crabs get you down behind my shell? You need some special Michelangelo treatment?"

• If he corrected himself now perhaps you wouldn't have lashed out - but you simply couldn't take it anymore

• "No! Just shut up, Mikey, shut it! I'm tired, i'm sad, i can't deal with you!"

• Mikey stared at you with his blue eyes, utterly confused. He was clueless - what happened to you? You never acted like that in response to him, especially when he was acting out his very best for your smile & laughter

• "What do you mean? Baby doll, what do you want? What's wrong?"

• "Nothing, just... Mikey, i'm tired of you"

• That maybe wasn't the best choice of words, but there was no other right now

• "You're tired of me? How can you say that? You only just got here, i'm trying to cheer you up, i'm doing my best for you, angelcakes!"

• What you said hurt him more than he would have thought

• He had such a perfect partner in you. Always

• You didn't patronise him, didn't treat him like the younger, less serious one, he didn't have to hold back one bit, didn't need to overcompensate for any of his shortcomings with some extra acts, you were 200% on his ride and he would never think you can get tired of his behavior, what the hell happened? Did he do something wrong? Did you grow out of loving his dazzling personality and temper?

• No fucking way, no, it couldn't be

• "Angelcakes! Sugar plum! What's going on?" He grabbed you suddenly, feeling all his insecurities rising in his throat; but since you haven't calmed down just yet, you shook his hands off and stepped away, and that was somehow even worse

• How was he supposed to explain anything and talk and possibly even argue, not having hugged you in the first place, without showing how much he loved you first?

• "What are you doing?!" He shouted. "Don't you like me anymore? I'm trying my best here babygirl, don't do this to me! I love you!"

• A gulp in his throat was getting bigger and bigger

• "Don't you love my anymore?"

• He was overwhelming you. Quite a new sensation

• "Of course I do, Mikey, just... Give ma a second, alright? Give me some time? Leave me alone for a moment? Please?"

• At least she said that.

• Mikey wasn't stupid. He saw reason, he saw now how agitated you were. He should have noticed that sooner... And he wanted with all of his being to cheer you up, make you smile, but still, what you said... It hurt him. He knew he should have acted differently, but that burn inside him wasn't going away

• "Alright!" He exclaimed, raising his arms. "Alright! I get it! You wanna be alone angelcakes, you got it, i'm leaving! It's fine! All good!"

• That were the best words he could find that sounded right in between supportive & accepting and angry & obscene.

• He felt your gaze at his shell as he was backing away. Suddenly he felt like... crying. Why did he have to go through anything unpleasant with his beloved, sweetest dollcake? Why?

• And before he went too far, he collapsed on the stairs and realised he was snuffling and his eyes were wet.

• And despite what just happened between you two, you couldn't look at him like that. More calm now, you went to him and embraced him from behind, and you didn't have to see his face to know how happy he suddenly was

• "Hey, cupcake... I'm sorry, i know what you meant"

• "Yeah... Me too."

Donatello

• "But you don't! You don't know anything about it, you don't even know basic commands, just stop talking, it all sounds idiotic!"

• Right after saying that, Donnie realised... He maybe shouldn't have. Or should have done it more... Carefully.

• He certainly didn't want to insult you. Never. He had do much respect & love for everything you were & everything you said.

• But... You didn't know anything about what you were saying. It was his area of expertise... Wasn't it? He WAS in the right, factually. Was it impolite to point that out? Or to call things what they were?

• Yea... It was. Even without seeing your face... He knew he should have acted IT all out very differently

• A sudden panic took over him. Why, why did he have to say that...

• "Hey, hey, that's not what I meant, i mean... I mean i did mean that, but not like that, it's just i was right and..."

• He was only sinking deeper, words were twisting in his mouth, between stress and desire to make things right

• He gave up on trying to say anything else, and just sat down, desperately thinking what was he supposed to do now

• You stared at him in silence. It wasn't much of an insult what he said, it wasn't even that unpleasant, but just something about the way he said it and the dismissiveness in his voice... It wouldn't let you forget. It worried you, you've never seen your Donnie so... full of himself and so overconfident, he was right, you didn't know much about what you were discussing, but to say it like that?

• As neither of you could really come up with anything clever to explain your standing point, you considered running off, but what would be the point of that? It wouldn't solve anything

• And you knew Donnie thought the same - his gaze lingered at the far corner of the room, but then, it came back to you

• So you decided it would be best to do the same - and even if you weren't feeling quite ready to start the conversation again, you sat on the floor next to your purple turtle, staring into the nearest wall

• And you sat there for quite some time, without a word

• Until finally, you felt Donnie's hand gently slipping onto yours. You turned your head, only to meet his eyes, full of uncertainty

• "Emmm... I'm sorry if I... Hurt you"

• "No, it's not that"

• "Really?" Surprise in his voice almost made you laugh. "Then... What is?"

• "I mean... Donnie, i'm not as knowledgeable as you, not by half, but do you have to say it like that? I'm really trying to catch up to you in every conversation we have..."

• Donnie felt a tender pulse of heat somewhere inside him. "Do you? I mean!..."

• "Yeah."

• "That's..." You glanced at him again, and realised he was smiling. "That's... So wonderful of you"

• You opened your mouth, but Donnie, this time, was quicker

• "Then I promise... No, I promise you anyway, with extra consideration for that fact... That i'll never overlook that again"

• None of you were best at words to choose when dealing with emotions, but you knew each other well enough to know what the other is trying to express. You smirked

• "Fair enough. I promise to never say anything idiotic"

• Abrupt change in his expression was way too amusing. "No no, don't say that, that's exactly the opposite of what i was trying..."

• You placed a small peck on his arm. "I know. It's alright"

[iheartyouyou]

Haunted Houses | Eddie Munson

Summary: Eddie is totally not scared of Haunted Houses.

Word count: 780

Warnings: Fake blood? Clowns? Fake Knives? Idk

Authors note: Just a quick blurb I wrote! Sorry I haven’t been posting as much, I’ve been busy and just haven’t been feeling very motivated. I have been working on older requests and the next chapter of Outloud so be ready for those :) Also, feel free to send in any requests for Halloween/fall or just normal requests, I’m trying to get back to writing! (P.S. Not proofread, so bear my mistakes)

Eddie nudged your forward, grinning at your stubbornness.

“I’m not going first.” You mumbled, making your way behind Eddie to nudge him forward. He steps into the puddle of fake blood that was in front of the dark, spooky house, cringing. “I’m not either!”

“Well then… we can just stay here then.” You suggest, staring at the lights flickering from the inside of the house.

“No way!” Eddie complained. “I paid 20 dollars for this, that would just be wasting money.”

Hawkins held a Haunted House yearly, Nancy and Jonathan helped out with it this year and they suggested that you guys go. You guys were just planning to rent a few horror movies and buy a whole bunch of candy and spend the rest of the night cuddling and what not. But, on the way to the candy store, Eddie spotted the Haunted House and decided to stop.

It’s not that scary. He told you, wrapping his arm around you as he handed the lady at the front 20 dollars.

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. You’ve always heard about how scary the Haunted House was from students at school, people saying it traumatized them. You highly doubted it, but still.

“You’re the guy. You should go first.” You defended.

“And you’re the lady. Ladies first.” He spoke, motioning towards the house with his hands.

“Fine.” You huffed, skipping over the puddle of fake blood. He follows behind, curling his finger into the belt loop on the back of your jeans so he won’t lose you.

Making your way up the doors, you enter the house preparing yourself for a jumpscare. There was nothing— just flickering lights and clown laughter, followed by a pathway.

You couldn’t really see anything, too dark to make out any of the decorations. You could see some fake cobwebs, well you hoped they were fake. There was fake blood splattered on the walls and the word “HELP” written in the blood.

The door suddenly slammed shutbehind you, making the two of you jump as Eddie pulled you closer. “Are you scared?” You whispered, trying to cover up the fact that you were the one scared.

“N-no. You?”

“No.”

You hesitantly took a few steps forward, entering the hallway and letting out a small screech as a clown popped out with a fake knife. Another clown followed, this time with two knifes. They both circled you and Eddie, their laughter echoing throughout the house. Eddie laughed with them, uncurling his finger from your belt loop.

“This isn’t even scary. I’ll go first.” He said confidently, pushing you behind him and grabbing your hand as he bravely traveled through the hallway. More clowns popped out, but he was just getting a kick out of your reaction.

It wasn’t until he felt a dull claw move up and down his shoulder, Eddie just scoffed thinking it was you but when he turned around, you weren’t there. It was a very realistic Freddy Krueger instead that appeared behind him, his razor-claw hand reaching out to grab Eddie. Eddie yelped, making his way outside the Haunted House as fast as he could— his heart beating in his ears. He ignored all the scary people that popped out, escaping the Haunted House and gasping.

“What the hell—“ You burst out into a fit of laughter, watching as Eddie’s horrified facial expression turn into a very annoyed one at your figure. You hold your stomach, throwing your head back, you couldn’t help yourself.

“Oh… my… god!” You pointed at Eddie, his pale face going back to it’s normal color. He lightly slapped your hand away, readjusting himself.

“H-how’d you get out here?” He asked, catching his breath as he clutched his chest. He looked back at the house, squinting at all the people coming out with either horrified or terrified looks on their faces.

“Nancy told me about this shortcut that lead outside.” You spoke, pointing to the door that you could barely see by the bushes. “What happened to you?”

“What? Nothing. Wasn’t even scary.” He lied, fixing his hair. “Let’s just get some candy and go home. Maybe we can watch Thirteen Candles or Pretty in Pink?”

“Pretty in Pink? Thirteen Candles? Why would you want to watch those, isn’t it Halloween? Didn’t we rent Nightmare on El—“

“No! No Freddy Krueger.” He exasperated, shaking his head as he looked back at the house.

“Nightmare on Elm Street.” You corrected him, intertwining your guys’ hands as you dragged him to his van.

“I don’t care what it’s called! No Freddy Krueger!”

“Okay, fine. Thirteen Candles it is.” You smirked, “Or we can watch your buddy, Freddy Krueger—“

“No!”

[awarmcupofmilk]

Gojo x reader “Broken”

summary: your relationship w/ gojo just keeps taking turns for the worse

content warnings: potential breakup/sad, arguing, angst

word count: 604

© 2022 awarmcupofmilk

please don't repost, edit, translate, use, or copy my works on any platforms (if you'd really like to please reach out -- reblogs are welcome)

Crash. The shattering of the mug jolted both of you out of the conversation. Lingering, the sound slowed your surroundings. The clarity of it made everything before that point feel hazy. 

You looked up slowly. Satoru met your eyes in horror. His blindfold had fallen in the heat of your argument. You saw the shock you felt reflected in his eyes.

“What did you just say?” You spoke. Dangerously. 

You seemed to flip through a dozen emotions before settling on outrage. Or maybe it was disappointment?

“Am I that useless to you?”

A tear welled and slid down your cheek. You wiped it away harshly, laughing. 

“Well, I’m glad we had that conversation.”

Contrary to how it looked, this wasn’t the breaking point of your relationship. There were a number of things Satoru could have done to save this, notably grovel. But he didn’t. Your mind couldn’t help but sneer. Of course he didn’t. You weren’t worth enough to him. 

He didn’t even say anything. He just looked at you in shock. You. As if you were the one who crossed a line that should never even have been approached. 

So, after a few more seconds of that cursed staring contest, you turned around, grabbed your bag, and left. 

✧ 

Realistically, you couldn’t actually leave. You lived in the same house. A few hours later you went back, closing the door behind you. Satoru, sitting on the couch, jumped, as if you had slammed it. Come on, you thought, you had purposefully been gentle. 

“I’m sorry,” Satoru said, softly as you walked in. 

At first, it soothed you. You were almost placated. But then, you felt a numb sort of anger. That was all he had to say? 

All you could muster was a curt nod. You didn’t meet his gaze. And as you walked up the stairs, you thought you heard him sigh. 

✧ 

The next morning was actually fine. He made breakfast. 

And staring down your cup of coffee, made just how you liked it, in your favorite mug (well, second favorite, since that one had met its untimely demise), you couldn’t help but let it go. 

But it didn’t quite give you the release you had been hoping for. You felt numbness wash over you. You’d rather believe it was a sense of calm. 

He kissed you goodbye. You didn’t stop it. 

✧ 

Crash. The plate you were holding fell to the floor with a clatter. 

You didn’t bother saying it this time. Your eyes only met his, blindfolded this time, with tears. Blame. Pain. 

Maybe you hated him now, you thought. As if. 

He didn’t say anything. You grabbed your bag and left. In the evening, he jumped when you closed the door. He said “I’m sorry,” just as softly, just as blankly. 

In the morning, he made breakfast. 

✧ 

Nothing fell this time. This time it was you who crossed the line. But you didn’t apologize. If you were honest, you didn’t really feel sorry. Only scared for what was to come now. 

Funnily enough, Satoru seemed apologetic. Definitely much more than you did. He looked at you, blindfold still securely wrapped. Even so, you could see the dozen emotions flit across his face like they had for you. 

You stared at him, déjà vu. 

Would he say something this time? You wondered. And watching him squirm, it didn’t seem like it. You were ready to grab your bag and walk away. 

But then, he looked down. Softly, blankly, apologetically, he said, “I don’t know how to fix this.”

“Well,” You looked away, sighing. “I don’t either.”

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