#THATS HOW FEARLESS FEELS

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14. "oh, so now we’re holding hands?" With Wonwoo pls and female:)))

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fluff prompt #14: "oh, so now we're holding hands?"

wonwoo didn’t know what he did wrong.

one moment, everything was fine. the next, you were cold, sharp replies replacing your usual warmth, and any attempt he made to talk to you was met with an annoyed glare. you weren’t outright ignoring him, but you might as well at this point.

so he did what any reasonable person would do: he followed you around and tried to make you laugh, even if it meant annoying you further. but no matter how much he teased or tried to catch your attention, you stayed firmly in your icy bubble, refusing to give him an inch.

after dinner with the rest of the boys, he thought you’d leave the moment the dishes were cleared. instead, you lingered in the living room, scrolling on your phone while pretending he wasn’t there.

thats when the idea came to him; he quickly pulled his phone out, texting jeonghan.

"let's watch a horror movie, im in the mood for it." jeonghan declared out loud. you didn’t object & wonwoo could only count that as a silent win.

wonwoo should feel bad, he really should, because he knows scary movies weren’t your thing, but he doesnt feel any remorse or guilt. so here you were, sitting stiffly on the couch beside him, your arms crossed, your gaze fixed stubbornly on the screen.

he tried not to smile, he really tried.

“you know, if you’re still mad at me, you can just say so,” he whispered as the opening credits rolled.

you didn’t even spare him a glance. “i’m not mad.”

“right,” he said, dragging out the word. “you’re just giving me the cold shoulder for fun.”

“wonwoo.” your tone was a warning, but it only made him grin wider.

“okay, okay,” he said, holding his hands up in surrender. but as the movie started and the eerie soundtrack filled the room, he couldn’t resist stealing glances at you, waiting for the moment you’d crack.

it didn’t take long.

the first jumpscare made you flinch. by the third, you were gripping the edge of the couch cushion so tightly that your knuckles turned white.

and then came the scene. the one with the flickering lights and the slow, suspenseful build-up that everyone knew would end in something terrible.

you tensed beside him, this is it, wonwoo thinks. your breath hitching as the music swelled. and just as the shadow moved on screen, you let out a startled yelp; one hand moving to grab at his biceps, hiding your face behind it and the other subconsciously intertwines with his fingers, clutching it tightly

he blinked, startled by the yelp you let out even though he expected it, and then, a slow, triumphant smile took over his face.

“oh?” his voice was soft, teasing. “so now we’re holding hands?”

your head snapped up, your eyes wide with realization. “i—i wasn’t—” you stammered, trying to pull your hand away, but his grip tightened, keeping your fingers firmly intertwined with his.

“uh-uh,” he said, his tone light but his hold steady. “you can’t just grab my hand and then let go like that. that’s rude, you know.”

“wonwoo,” you said, your cheeks burning as you tried to tug your hand free again. “let go.”

“no,” he replied, his thumb brushing casually over your knuckles. “besides, you’re still scared, right? so what’s the harm in holding on a little longer?”

“i’m not scared,” you shot back, though the tremble in your voice betrayed you.

“sure,” he said, clearly unconvinced. “totally fearless. that’s why you’re clinging to me like your life depends on it.”

“i am not clinging,” you hissed, glaring at him even as your face grew hotter.

he chuckled, the sound low and warm, and leaned in just slightly. “you’re cute when you’re flustered, you know that?”

“i’m not flustered,” you muttered, looking anywhere but at him. “and i’m still mad at you, by the way.” a small pout makes its way to your face.

“really?” he asked, his voice softening as he tilted his head. “because you’re not acting very mad right now.”

“i am,” you insisted, though your resolve was quickly crumbling under the weight of his teasing gaze and the warmth of his hand in yours.

“mhmm,” he hummed, his smile turning fond as he looked at you. “well, just so you know, i’m not letting go until you’re not mad anymore.”

your eyes darted to your joined hands, your heart racing as you registered the sincerity in his voice beneath the teasing.

“i’m not mad,” you admitted quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

“oh?” he said, his grin widening. “so does that mean you’re holding my hand because you want to now?”

"I'm not holding your hand, you're holding mine!" you argued, your cheeks burning as you tried to pull away one last time.

but wonwoo didn’t budge. instead, he laced his fingers fully with yours, his grip firm but gentle.

“you should know,” he said softly, his teasing edge fading as he looked at you, “if you hold my hand so tight like this, i’m never letting go.”

your breath hitched, and for a moment, all you could do was stare at him, his words settling into the space between you like a promise.

[malavera]

Logan vs Red — Headcanon

gahh.. Let me write for him one more today

smut! MDNI. period sex.

this man in fearless in everything and i mean EVERYTHING meaning bondage, bdsm, you name it

and of course, he’s never going to let a tiny blood in that time of the month is going to stop him from getting inside your juicy warm cunt

you and logan were making out

you both had gotten into it, the heat is getting stronger, the kiss turned sloppy

Clothes were thrown until it comes down to your panties and that’s when you remembered that you’re on your period

“wait Lo! we can’t. i’m on my third day of period.” you breathlessly spoke, grabbing his wrist to stop him from tearing away your panties

he leaned his forehead against yours, as you both stare at each other, chest heaves up and down anticipating what could’ve comes next

“you think a little blood will scare me away peach?”

you gotta admit, it kind of scared you a little bit because this TURNS YOU ON so much

your big bad wolf is such a menace with you

he tears away your panties, his eyes never leaving yours

you gasp softly when you could the rough pad of his thumb, toying with your clit

“come on peach, you know better now no matter what the circumstances is, if i need to fuck it, i’m going to fuck it.” you moaned

can you imagine him moaning to your moans? the way he lift his head moaning softly but his eyes never leaving yours

he gave your pussy a good time with his thumb before he gently unplug the tampon that is the only thing that’s blocking him

when you thought he was going to just ram it in

you thought wrong

logan gave himself a good time to really play with your pussy, gliding up and down against those pussy lips, his middle finger teasing the tiny hole that was once filled with the tampon

you’re a little bit embarrassed because if you were sane, you’d find this disgusting but finding logan’s very comfortable with it, makes you fall harder for him

you let out a loud gasp when you feel him digging his index and middle finger inside your cunt

logan looks down with his eyebrows scrunched and his eyes shut together

“ooh, peach. you’re so warm in here.” while slowly thrusting his fingers in and out

the room filled with nothing but the sound of your pussy being fucked with his fingers and your sinful moans

“aaah.. Lo- fuck that feels”

“good yeah?” logan is looking at you now in awe

“you want some more peach? huh?”

he curls and uncurls his fingers inside you in fast speed, just how you like it and damn it felt so good you’d almost came right there

“Look at me when i’m making you feel this good, peach.”

you opened your eyes, your mouth hung open, those sinful and beautiful moans flowing out like a river

“yeah there she is?” he smirk “who’s making you feel this good huh? that’s right. me.” he grunts as he goes even more faster

you’re feeling it, you’re almost there

and he knows thats why he pulls them out, earning a loud gasp from you as your body jolted forward from the surprised movement

but logan is nowhere near letting you down

he replaced it with his thick and heavy cock ramming it inside your oozing juice pussy

his eyes fluttered shut once his cock is welcomed in your warm cunt

“aaah.. yes.. so fucking good, peach”

“you like it don’t you baby?”

“it’s even more hotter like this right baby? me fucking your cunt who’s oozing blood.”

“rrgghh.. fuck. fucking love this pussy.”

“let’s make a mess baby.”

…..

don’t look at me y’all. idk what came over me. 😶‍🌫️

[revelboo]

Has anyone told you today you are one of the best blogs to be found this side of the sun? Cause you sure as hell are. Also I cry every time at TFP Starscream being called a "turkey" cause omg he looks like one 😂 (thats also a nickname I got a lot as a kid xD A varient of "goober" lol) Also glad you are starting to upload some of these to Ao3 cause tumblr can be kinda hard to find things on xD especially with longer things. Also as a Optimus lad im falling over myself for you OP stuff, I eat everyting up between Op stuff and eagerly await TFA Op again (whenever you get the vibe to at least)

He’s definitely one of my favorite iterations of Optimus! Still serious, but not as jaded and so burned out, much more willing to smile still

Broken Heart Pt 3

TFA Optimus x Reader

• Always uncomfortable picking up and carrying Sari because of how fragile she is, you're no better. Can feel your heart beating against his servos, but where Sari is bold and fearless, you're less certain and almost timid in his hands. Glancing up at his face again and again as he carries you cradled to his chassis. Do you feel pressured to go with him? Is that it? He hadn't meant to make you feel like you had no choice. "Are you sure you don't need a human medic?" Reaching a servo to touch your forehead and the little cut there, he’s uncomfortably aware of the discolored spots appearing on your skin. Bruises Sari had called them and these are his fault. Unable to protect you from his own hands.

• Shaking your head, you're not sure if it's because he saved you from that other one or if it's his deep, soothing voice, but you feel safe with him. “You saved my life,” tell him, cautiously resting a palm against his chassis when he looks down at you. “I- thank you,” you finish awkwardly, hating how inadequate those words are. He could have saved himself, not risked his own life to try and protect you, a complete stranger not even his own species. He’d been hurt for you. And nothing you do can ever be enough to repay him for that.

• You’re thanking him? Don’t you realize Blitzwing only attacked because of him? If anything, you should hate him. He should be begging you to forgive him for endangering you, but the words fail him when you rest your head against his chassis. And you’re so small in his servos, warm and needing him in a way Sari rarely does with so many other protectors who are better at talking to her. Connecting and understanding her. “You never need to thank me for keeping you safe.” Aware of Bulkhead watching the interaction, he vents softly. Because no matter what he does, there’s always going to be that guilt that you were in danger because of him and he wants so bad to make it right.

• Relaxing into those big hands, exhaustion is all that’s left after the fear and adrenaline slip from you. Just want to curl up and rest. Maybe have a good cry somewhere safe. And even though you have no idea where he’s taking you, you’re strangely sure it is a safe place. That there’s nowhere safer than in his hands. When he approaches the old building, it doesn’t look that impressive as the green one slides open the big hangar style door so they both can duck inside. And then your heart is racing again. There’s more of them, see their optics widen when they spot you before a red and white one hurries over. From somewhere further inside the building, you can smell chili cooking and your stomach growls. “What happened?” The red and white one snarls as the big, green alien heads deeper into the building and you hear him talking to someone, saying, “You came back.”

• “The Decepticons happened,” he says, attention sliding from Ratchet to you as you try to hide your face against him as if uneasy with the other’s curiosity. “It’s alright. They’re friends,” he adds, trying to reassure you as you glance up at him. Looking to him for protection and it spreads warm through his spark. Wants to be worthy of your trust, to be your protector to make up for endangering you to begin with. Shifting you against him, he introduces himself and his fellow Autobots, smiling when you softly offer your own name.

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[behidethetrees]

Mike schmidt as your boyfriend hcs ꩜

Pairing: mike schmidt x fem! Reader

Contents: slight angst if u squint, Fnaf mention, Reader and mike are sooo cute hehe

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-You and Mike met in 1983 when you were 15. Mike was smart in the things you werent, So you two made a deal that you could copy off of him . One day when you were walking down the halls you saw the meanest boy in school Trying to bully mike and it pissed you off.

-You pulled the boy off of mike and punched him with no hesitation, Mike was so sure there were hearts in his vision. You were brave and fearless, But you were also gentle and caring when you offered help if he was hurt, He wasnt but He had never wished he was more than on that day.

-Thats when you two started becoming close. At first it was small talk or friendly banter but it slowly turned into never being seen anywhere without each other.

- One lucky day in december of senior year he decided to tell you how he felt in the garden you had showed him. Mike was never romantic, He didnt know what to do or say, So he did whatever guys did in the movies he’d seen. He handpicked you some beautiful pink flowers and wrote you a cute but short letter and handed it to you.

-You accepted his feelings and looked at those puppy dog eyes that crinkled as he smiled.

-Mike is very loyal. He has your initial around his neck and he talks about you almost all the time. (Abby tells you all about it) He has even gotten into a few fights for you, He always defends you even if you aren’t there.

-As mike got older, He starting learning the old way of love. He opens all doors for you, The occasional flowers and cute poems he writes for you, the sidewalk rule, He really knows how to treat his lady.

-Mikes Love Language is definitely quality time. Youre the love of his life and he wants to be with you always! There are alot of times where mike doesnt know what to say or show you how much he loves you. But you know he does by the way he follows and takes you everywhere. How he offers to spend time with you when he gets off of that strange nighshift where he works, Even if it means he gets no sleep.

-Mike is a family man. He loves his little sister and you love her too. You and Abby have a bond that was fun and ‘girly’, in mikes words. (Mike wears bracelets you and abby make for him) When Mike opened up to you about his brother and his parents one day, You just put your head on his shoulder, letting him talk and not mentioning how his voice would wobble and crack every once an awhile.

-Mike struggles with his emotions and mental health. When he feels like its getting bad, He tends to distance himself but you reassure him you are there for him no matter what. You hold mike whether hes crying or not and whisper sweet words into his short curly hair.

-Mike is very jealous and protective. He tries to not to show it but its obvious. His arm slinged over your shoulder everywhere, Making sure everyone knew you were his. Even when you talked to people, He subconsciously glared at the people taking your attention away from him. Mike eyes, that could be so welcoming, were cold.

-Mike loves the date nights you plan for the two of you. Whether it was going out or staying in, He loves being in your presence.

-Mikes favorite part of everyday is at night when you two would cuddle while talking about your future together. He wants to spend the rest of his life with you and hes thrilled someone like you wants that with him too.

A/N!!!: happy halloween!! What are u guys going as? Me and my bf are going as mavis and johnny :3

Hope you enjoyed!

Requests

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[austinsastrology8991]

JUPITER and where do you the MOST but its never EnuF > Jupiter ASpects < and the Taste of ABUNDANCE that Blinds everyone in awe

Jupiter aspecting Sun - Bombastic ass people, they are the epitome of doing the most. Always thriving, always smiling, always giving and receiving, they just love themselves so much and they want to share this sense of joy that they have found and give it to anyone who had the pleasure of meeting them

Jupiter aspecting Moon - They are so emotional but so tender. everyone wants to hug them and get a hug from them. supreme motherly energy and everyone feels if they spill their feelings to them they will really listen, they'll probably start crying from the joy of you sharing their feelings to them Jupiter aspecting Mercury - too smart for their own good or anyone elses. Its hard to really tell what they mean because they have a hard time telling you everything going on in their head, so they practice the art of simplyifying whilst in their heads they are thinking of the most complex rubix cube with triangles, and their simultaneously talking to you. just go do brain surgery already (on yourself) Jupiter aspecting Venus - Luck is always on their side, they just attract abundance, and its hard for them to admit they are so lucky because to them this is just a everyday occurence. but when you talk to them, you cant even be mad at their stupid luck because they clearly are very beautiful people inside and out, but still everyone stays mad cause they way too lucky it ain't even fair Jupiter aspecting Mars - Drive is so strong they drove off the cliff and didn't take their foot off the pedal. But seriously they never quit; they love the thrill of pursuit, and the desire to win is so strong they feel nothing can stop them, even when something does stop them (and its gonna have to be a lot) they'll just use this time to recover then go go go again. Jupiter aspecting Saturn - the self control and self mastery is so admirable they never run out of applause for their hard work. which only inspires them to work harder, and its not for you, its because they get off on the feeling of completion, so when they can complete something to satisfaction, they are better than good. Self mastery is their bitch Jupiter aspecting Uranus - Crazy motherfuckers who do something no one ever done before, but everyone cant get enough. Truly fearless in going after their desires no matter how twisted or frownd upon they may be, they gonna do it because thats what makes them feel special. And it truly is special when they show off what ever the hell it is they got going on Jupiter aspecting Neptune - Angels on earth who are protected by their stupid amount of empathy. They have so much empathy and imagination at their disposal they can forgive anyone, and they are always stressing about doing the right thing. They are not easily persuaded to do the wrong thing, they've seen how destructive it has made everyone else and they strive to set an example, and this gives them an abundance of protection from negative forces. too creative too Jupiter aspecing Pluto - the darkest dungeon is where they learn to crawl and thrive. they have discovered secrets from the dark and it wasnt easy, but now they know how to use it to their advantage. Anything but naive, these natives are so deep and mesmerizing everyone cant believe what they went through and who they became. oh and they get stuck in your head like a parasite

[redsummermoon]

Hi! I have a request for Charlie x Reader.

Welton Academy integrates girls into the student body. Reader is one of the only female players on the boy’s soccer team. Some of the student body is not in favor of a co-ed team, but Charlie is-it gives him the opportunity to flirt and be in proximity to Reader.

At a game, Charlie is injured. He picks Reader to take his place. Despite the misogyny, she kills it on the field, Charlie and DPS members cheering her on with every kick and pass. At the end, Charlie and Reader have a sweet and intimate moment and DPS charge the field to lift her up, Mr. Keating-style.

Thank you! Carpe Diem! ✊🏻

i think i really like charlie soccer fics 🤓 thanks for the request !!

The Save

Charlie Dalton x reader CW: y/n a couple times, misogyny!, knee injury (no blood but bruise) [2.2k words] 

Welton Academy had always been a place steeped in tradition, its ivy-covered walls echoing decades of strict rules and exclusivity. But this year marked a historic change. The school had gone co-ed. The transition felt slow and tentative, with only a handful of girls joining the student body. You were one of them.

For as long as you could remember, you’d loved soccer. You grew up with a ball at your feet, dreaming of matches under bright lights and the thrill of a last-second save. But at Welton, there wasn’t enough interest among the girls to form a team of your own. You weren’t sure how to channel that passion if there wasn’t a team to play on.

Then Mr. Keating pulled you aside one afternoon.

“Why not try out for the boys’ team?” he asked, his tone light but his eyes full of that determined spark he always seemed to carry.

You blinked at him, sure you hadn’t heard correctly. “You’re joking.”

“I never joke about soccer,” he replied with a grin.

You laughed nervously, but the idea stuck with you. The thought of joining the boys’ team was intimidating, but the way Keating said it, like it was the most obvious solution in the world, made you think that maybe you could do it. Maybe you could belong.

And somehow, you did.

Being on the boys’ team was exhilarating. It was also nerve-wracking. You were the alternate goalie, which meant sharing the position with none other than Charlie Dalton, the team’s star. Charlie was phenomenal, quick, fearless, and impossible to outmaneuver. Watching him play was like watching art in motion.

Normally, sitting on the bench while someone else took the spotlight would have driven you crazy. But with Charlie, it was hard to feel anything but admiration.

From the very first practice, Charlie made it his mission to make you feel welcome.

“Finally,” he said, jogging over to you with that easy grin of his, “another keeper. You know, it gets lonely back there saving everyone’s asses. Glad you’re here to share the burden.”

You laughed, trying to ignore how your face flushed under his attention. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you keep most of the glory.”

“Well if thats what you want,” he teased, his eyes sparkling. “But don’t think you’re getting out of the occasional jaw-dropping save. Gotta keep the crowd entertained, right?”

You didn’t tell him that most of the crowd had stopped showing up.

When word spread that a girl had joined the boys’ soccer team, the school’s enthusiasm for the sport evaporated. People whispered in the hallways about how you didn’t belong, how you were ruining the team. The stands, once packed with students, were suddenly half-empty on game days.

It hurt more than you wanted to admit. But what stung even more were the occasional sidelong glances from your own teammates. Not all of them, but enough to make you wonder if they resented your spot on the roster.

Charlie, though, never wavered.

“You’re better than half the guys on this team,” he told you after practice one day, tossing a ball into the net with a careless flick of his wrist. “And way better-looking. But don’t tell Meeks I said that. He’s sensitive.”

You snorted, trying to keep your heart from fluttering at the compliment. “Sure, I’ll keep your secret.”

“Good,” he said, winking. 

He was always like that. Playful, supportive, and just flirty enough to leave you wondering if there was more behind his words.

Even with the school’s rejection, you had Charlie. You had Mr. Keating. You had the rest of the poets, who showed up at every game, cheering louder than the rest of the crowd combined.

And somehow, that was enough.

• • • • • ☽ ☼ ☾ • • • • •

The game begins like any other. The crowd's cheers ripple across the field as the referee’s whistle cuts through the air. You sit on the bench, your eyes glued to Charlie in goal. He’s in his element, commanding the box with ease, barking orders to his defenders and making every save look effortless. You watch closely, studying his movements and how he positions himself, how he anticipates the ball. 

The game is intense. The opposing team pushes hard, but Welton is holding strong. With fifteen minutes left, the score sits at 1-3 in Welton’s favor. You feel a flicker of pride watching Charlie dive for another save, stretching his body to its limit. He punches the ball clear of the goal, but when he lands, something is off.

Charlie doesn’t get up.

Your heart drops as the stadium falls into an eerie silence. He’s clutching his knee, his face twisted in pain. From the bench, you whisper, “Get up, Charlie. Please, get up.”

But he doesn’t.

Keating is already on his feet, concern etched across his face. Neil and Knox sprint to Charlie from the field, their hands hovering as if unsure how to help. Finally, Charlie grits his teeth and lets them pull him up. He leans heavily on them, his arm draped over Neil’s shoulders. His knee is already swelling, turning an alarming shade of black and blue.

As they approach the sideline, Charlie winces with every step. He keeps his gaze fixed forward, saying nothing until they reach the bench. Then, he looks at Keating and says firmly, “Put her in. She’s got this.”

You freeze.

“What?” The word comes out barely above a whisper, your eyes widening as you process his words.

“Put her in,” Charlie repeats, his voice steady even as his face betrays his pain. He glances at you, his eyes full of trust. “She’s ready.”

Keating doesn’t hesitate. He nods at you, his expression calm but expectant. “Warm up.”

Your pulse quickens as you stand. The weight of the moment settles on your shoulders, but you force yourself to focus. You start stretching, trying to shake off the nervous energy buzzing through your veins.

Charlie sits down heavily on the bench, beckoning you over with a wave of his hand. “Hey,” he says softly, his voice laced with pain but steady. “You’ve got this. Don’t overthink it. Just play your game. You’ve been watching me all season, right?”

You nod, your throat too tight to speak.

“Good. Then you know what to do,” he continues, his tone turning playful. “And don’t let them score, okay? My reputation’s on the line here.”

Despite yourself, you laugh. He reaches out, giving your arm a reassuring squeeze. “Seriously. You’re going to be amazing. I know it.”

The whistle blows, signaling the substitution. Keating gives you an encouraging nod as you jog onto the field, your heart pounding.

The first few moments in goal are a blur. The other team is relentless, pressing harder now that Charlie’s out. Their star striker breaks through the defense and takes a shot. You dive, stretching as far as you can, but the ball slips past your fingers and into the net.

The crowd groans, and the scoreboard shifts to 2-3.

You pick yourself up, your chest heaving as frustration bubbles inside you. But you don’t let it consume you. Instead, it sharpens your focus. You glance toward the sideline, catching Charlie’s gaze. He nods at you, his expression unwavering.

You plant your feet, determined.

The next ten minutes are a whirlwind. The opposing team throws everything they have at you, but you’re ready. You block a low shot, deflect a corner kick, and dive to tip another ball just over the crossbar. Each save fuels your confidence, and the cheers from the stands spur you on.

“Let’s go, Y/N!” Knox shouts from his position on the field.

“That’s how it’s done!” Neil adds, pumping his fist in the air.

With two minutes left, Neil secures a breakaway goal, pushing the score to 2-4. The tension on the field is palpable as the clock ticks down. The opposing team launches one final attack, their striker charging toward you with the ball.

You hold your ground, your muscles coiled like a spring. The striker shoots, and you dive with your hands meeting the ball with a satisfying smack.

The whistle blows, signaling the end of the game.

Welton wins.

Cheers erupt from the stands, and the team rushes onto the field, celebrating with triumphant shouts and slaps on the back. You’re still catching your breath, adrenaline surging through your veins as the reality of the win sinks in.

The Dead Poets are losing their minds. Knox is practically vibrating with excitement, and Neil’s voice rises above the chaos. “Let’s go, Y/N!” he shouts.

Before you know it, they’re surrounding you, their faces alight with pride and joy.

“She’s the MVP!” Knox yells, pointing at you dramatically.

“Lift her up!” Neil declares, and before you can protest, their hands are under your arms and legs.

“Wait, what are you..!” you begin, but your words are drowned out by their cheers.

The boys hoist you into the air, carrying you as if you’ve just won the championship. The crowd erupts into laughter and applause, their initial skepticism replaced by admiration for your performance.

“Carpe diem!” Knox yells, and they all echo it, their voices carrying over the field.

Despite your initial embarrassment, you can’t help but laugh. The moment is surreal, and the warmth of their support fills you with gratitude. After a few laps, they gently lower you to the ground, right next to Charlie, who’s still sitting on the bench with his injured leg propped up.

“Well, that was a show,” Charlie says with a grin, his eyes sparkling despite the pain etched on his face.

“Not my idea,” you say, brushing the grass off your uniform.

“Doesn’t matter. You earned it,” he says warmly. “Seriously, Y/N. You were amazing out there.”

You duck your head, feeling your cheeks heat up. “Thanks, Charlie. I just... didn’t want to let the team down.”

“You didn’t,” he assures you. Then, with a wince, he shifts, clearly uncomfortable. “Think you could help me back to the locker room? I’d try on my own, but I’d probably end up face-planting.”

“Of course,” you say, moving to his side.

He drapes an arm around your shoulders, and you wrap yours around his waist, supporting his weight as he leans heavily on you. “Careful,” you warn as he takes his first step.

“I’m always careful,” he quips, his voice teasing.

You snort. “Yeah, because diving for that last save was so careful.”

“I couldn’t let them score,” he says, grinning. “But hey, I’m pretty sure you’ll be the one in goal for the rest of the season now.”

You glance at him, surprised. “You think so?”

“I know so, you were incredible,” he says confidently. “And I don’t think I’ll be able to walk for the rest of the season. Maybe now the rest of the school will stop being idiots and realize how good you are.”

His words make you smile. “I hope so.”

“So,” he begins, his voice taking on that familiar playful tone, “how does it feel to be the star of the show? I think you might’ve stolen my spotlight out there.”

You roll your eyes, adjusting your grip around his waist to support him better. “Oh, please. If I stole your spotlight, it’s only because you handed it over when you decided to play hero and wreck your knee.”

He grins, the corner of his mouth quirking up in that infuriatingly charming way. “I didn’t wreck it for nothing, though. Got you out on the field, didn’t I?”

“Is that your way of taking credit for the win?” you ask, arching an eyebrow.

“Maybe,” he says, chuckling. “Or maybe I just wanted to see you shine. You looked good out there.”

Your cheeks warm at his words, but you brush it off. “Well, thanks. I guess.”

“Guess?” he teases, feigning offense. “Come on, admit it. You were amazing. And I’m not just saying that because I’m hopelessly biased.”

You give him a sidelong glance. “Hopelessly biased, huh? Is that your way of saying you think I’m cute?”

“Absolutely,” he says without hesitation, his grin widening. “Have I not been obvious enough? I mean, come on, Y/N. I’m practically limping into the sunset with you right now.”

You can’t help but laugh, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Honestly, though,” he says, his voice softening, “you should’ve been in goal sooner.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Oh? Is that because I’m better than you?”

“Yes,” he says without hesitation, a mischievous glint in his eye. “But also because it made you flirt back with me.”

You laugh, rolling your eyes, but you can’t deny how much his words make your heart flutter.

“See?” he says, his grin widening. “It’s a win-win.”

Before you can respond, he gives you a playful squeeze with the arm draped around your shoulders and leans down to press a kiss to your temple. “You’re the best, Y/N. Don’t ever forget that.”

You glance up at him, your chest tightening at the sincerity in his voice. 

When you reach the locker room entrance, Knox comes up from behind, ready to help Charlie the rest of the way. “Got him from here,” Knox says, giving you a knowing smile as he takes Charlie’s other side.

“Thanks,” you say, stepping back as Charlie shifts his weight.

Charlie turns to you, his gaze lingering. “See you soon?”

“Yeah,” you say softly, a small smile tugging at your lips. “See you.”

Charlie gives you one last look, winks, and lets Knox drag him away.

[lakesandquarries]

ACTUAL POST.

i really really love that when the misfits are convincing evan to stay its not like “it’s rotten work/not to me. not if its you” but “yeah it is hard work but we care about you and its worth it”. because sometimes you are a burden! sometimes mental illness makes you hard to be around! and in my experience the people who say “oh its okay youre not that bad i’ll stick around no matter what” do not actually stick around. the ones who stuck around are the ones who said “yeah, it does suck sometimes, but we can work through it together because you are worth whatever effort it takes”.

and i feel like jammer truly encapsulates that energy—thats just who he is as a person. he’s got so much love and he cares so fucking much about everyone he meets. he’s the heart of the team, the string that holds them together, the captain who always knows how to hype up his team. he reaches out to people so effortlessly and genuinely, no matter what they’re going through.

and it’s interesting because sam is similar in a lot of ways, as like an influencer type who draws people to her, but her skillset is different. its so hard to explain but like, sam cant hype people up thr way jammer does, but jammer could never talk to a blood snake the way sam does. she’s unshakeable and fearless.

i could write an essay on k lmao they’re just like me fr….imo k is extremely autistic in the way of like, extrovert who doesn’t understand people. tries to analyze media because if they can understand characters maybe real people will make sense? so deeply uncomfortable and uncertain of themself that they have to build a persona to act as. also k was definitely bullied in school

its just such a deeply relatable thing to me of like. being soft and kind makes it too easy for people to hurt you. you’re small and cute and no one takes you seriously so you need to wear spikes and spit venom and bite first before they underestimate you. my phone is at 4 percent battery

[milfygerard]

does taylor have a single debut song on any of the playlists?

[thequietkid-moonie]

im, going batshit crazy... the fandoms that you have are so expanded and i love everything 😢😢😢 so ermm... indulging myself by requesting a kyouka from ouran with a cat like reader... :3

Cat like S/O

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Ootori Kyoya ]

[ Ouran High School Host Club ]

I understand you, i just love so much all those fandoms i can't just not write for them! Feel free to send more requests when I open them again!

Kyouka isn't exactly my favorite characters but I did my best! I hope you like it

Kyoya isn't exactly someone who fall for someone easily, even getting to be his friends is rather difficult since he is more used to think about his life as a competition or measure things by their value and what he can get out of them, however its safe to say that your cat-like personality is something that have catched his attention from the start and he find it quite fascinating to some extent (not that he will admit it out loud to everyone)

Something that Kyoya finds amazing and is always happy to see is the way you always carry yourself around, you can be the most extrovertive and energetic person or even be more quiet and even shy and still your movements are graceful and elegant, its quite amusing to him seeing you walk with such elegance and being something so natural for you, he had asked you once how and why do you do it and you just say that is your natural way to walk, even if he found your answer weird he doesn't express it, besides it didn't take him much time to just love it

Something that Kyoya learn to love over time is how observant and smart you are, cats are natural hunters so you do have that instict too, being able to stay back and just watch carefully whatever had catched your attention, taking some careful steps forward until you find the perfect opportunity strike your attack, and even when you don't really kill whatever you consider your prey it kinda feels that way whenever that attack went towards him because he never liked feeling vulnerable or without the control (and you being so stealthy doesn't help at all), but over time (mainly when he finally trust you) he just learn to love that little quirk of your (and may or may not find some use for it)

Cats are really agile and fearless and that is something that will bother him a little bit, mainly if you show it by having a lot of energy, going around running and climbing like a child (but he does find quite fascinating your inmense hability to be still be graceful by it), it would bother him because he already had to deal with his friends at the host club and his partner also being kinda caotic will definetly finish with his patient, but if that agility is express by something less caotic he won't mind too much then

No matter how much time it pass, Kyoya will never stop complaining if you are too sleepy, cats normally have longs naps during the day, so if you do tent to take naps he will be bothered by it, and even so he tries to be there to watch over your sleep, making sure no one bothers you (but don't try to cuddle him or rest on his lap, he doesn't take it too well but sometimes he can't just say no to you)

Being affectionate with him doesn't work too well for him neither, he can handle being occasionally affectionate, and wouldn't mind hugging you or kissing you a few times (mainly when there is no one around or to tease you), but you clinging onto him and trying to be always with him will stress him quickly, he needs time to himself (what is already difficult for being in the host club) or just have time to relax, so he may argue or even get a little mad if you are too clingy

Kyoya doesn't make jokes about your cat-like personality, thats something that Tamaki and the twins will do but not him, he does sometimes compare you with a cat but doesn't joke much about it he has other things with which tease you anyways

[halitis]

Any thoughts on Roy and Hal?

How they would interact with eachother in Roy's Speedy era?

Hal becoming Roys 2nd Parent?

DO I HAVE THOUGHTS

BOY OH BOY DO I HAVE THOUGHTS. ALWAYS. my two faves :DDD

hal is really quite good with kids! probably one of the best in the league i'd argue. it's because he treats them like independent people with thoughts and feelings. while roy loved that at first, it ended up causing some light strife between the two when ollie started going off travelling. because he HAD enough independence, he didn't want more. he wanted someone there.

while hal and roy are close now, they weren't really close before the events of 'snowbirds dont fly'. hal thought roy was a good kid, with a lot of love in his heart (although, sure a bit rebellious but thats to be expected). hal helping roy out like that, helping to save his life, it really put a foothold into their relationship. hal started to realise what roy needed, was different to what he himself needed as a kid and adjusts accordingly. roy loves it and that hal is willing to put in the work for him.

i, personally, don't see hal as roy's parent. i don't think roy needs or wants another parent, he had brave bow and he has ollie and dinah. that isn't to say they aren't family! i just don't think they have a strict label on what they are to each other, they are just family. if anything though, i'd label them either as cousins or hal as his uncle. (this isn't to say i am judging or whatever if you view hal as roy's father! i do incredibly understand why and i do see the potential).

[continued under the read more]

they Bicker a LOT... but it is how roy shows love. hal was concerned at first because during his speedy era, sure roy would tease but he would never argue with him. it took a bit to realise "oh he's just growing up" (hal went through a brief crisis over that one). now you can find them having pedantic arguments over nothing, and if someone interrupts or tries to stop them; they are just like "???? we weren't fighting ????"

hal and roy ended up bonding over sports, hal would take him out to baseball games because it was An Iconic Part of American Culture and he cannot BELIEVE ollie deprived his son of this (roy could not have given less of a fuck), but he ended up getting really into it. to this day they will call each other just to talk about the teams on for each season. sometimes they will go months without talking, only to message out of the blue going "did you SEE that angels game. what the fuck was that!!?"

hal helped out with lian a bit when she was a baby, he's used to dealing with kids and would babysit her when roy just needed a break. now however, lian doesn't really know him that much. roy wants to try and keep her life as stable as possible and hal isn't around enough for roy to trust him to stay a presence... hal adores lian though, roy will silently send through photos and videos and what not and hal will always compliment her. it's so tragic, and hal really hates it but at the same time he does understand. he would probably do the same in roy's position afterall.

roy looked up to hal so much as a speedy, like that is his dad's cool best friend who has seen SPACE and his entire thing is being FEARLESS omg omg. cue hal being smug about this to ollie, that his son thinks hal is cooler than him. ollie is quick to disabuse this notion to roy, with many mortifying videos of the green lantern. roy never looks at hal the same way again.

hal and roy bond over their complicated relationships with carol and jade, it's a lot of sighing and gossiping. it's not a competition, but roy somehow always wins (hal takes a guilty joy in thinking 'at least i'm not roy'). i think they should get to have a girls night. as a treat. let them do each others hair and watch movies and gossip about girls!

i had more to say abt them, but it's 3am and i am so Bone Tired..... hope this fits what u were looking for op! thanks for the ask MWAAAH!

[tboynightmare]

rewatching yellowjackets in preparation of s3 and noticing so much symbolism in jackie. like in the beginning we see her talking to coach martinez and we literally get told how she isnt the fastest or the most technically skilled of the girls on the team but she is still the leader because she has the ability to hold them together and the charisma to make them listen to her. we see this when shauna fights with tai and everyone starts in on each other after what happens to allie. when jackie is the one to tell them that enoughs enough and that they need to overcome their differences for the sake of the team. we even see her try to take on this role again when they crash, even though she probably shouldnt have, and she tells shauna to leave van in the plane. luckily, but sort of unluckily for jackie, van is able to escape on her own. though it is good that van didn't die, i believe this was the first straw that starts jackies transition from the fearless, confident leader of the group to the outcast.

after van saves herself (which im not mad about btw. i LOVE van) and there is that resentment against jackie in her, it makes it a lot easier for everyone to turn on her. on top of it all, although she is a good leader, jackie isnt able to assume that role because she cant find a purpose. not being able to provide or help the group in any lasting way is just another reason for them to feel like she isnt needed, like they could easily survive without her. we see this building when shauna goes to try to teach her to be a butcher and, as theyre walking away, mari and akilah (?) give her a look. also when shauna outright tells her she cant just go on doing nothing. at least on the soccer team she was doing something, but here, with no tasks shes willing or able to complete, she has no leg to stand on. theres really no reason for anyone to listen to her.

it only gets worse from then on, the tension peaking after doomcoming. regardless of how high and drunk they were, they scared the shit out of jackie and never apologize to her for it. everyone just kind of expects her to get over it. besides, she had tried to "steal" travis in their eyes, despite nat and travis not even being together anymore. not to mention her accidentally and unknowingly causing the break up in the first place. her anger with the girls for not easily forgetting the night before i think is honestly the last straw for all of them. that is why they dont really care when jackie tells them that shaunas baby is jeffs. thats why lottie tells ben not to step in when the fight escalates. thats why they ultimately leave her in the dust. she loses her reliability and trustworthiness in their eyes through her inability to assimilate to life in the wilderness as a whole, meaning she loses her status completely as the head of the team.

despite all this, she is able to hold them together like she did at home in the end. her final act of generosity and love for her team is giving her body, the meat she provides when she is steamed by the pyre and snow. even though for almost all of her stay with them in the wilderness, she hardly did anything to help, in the end, she carries them through one more night, her warmth filling their aching bellies and satisfying their hunger.

[colourstreakgryffin]

Heyyy! May I request headcanons for Carmila CarminexReader who has similar mannerisms to Obanai? (Both live rent free in my head) Have a good day/night!!!

Haha. Awww, that’s cute and I can absolutely see it! I am not sure how it’d go personally but let’s try it out for fun. Shall we! God, I struggled with this so much so I’m sorry if it blows

Carmilla Carmine- Bandy-Bandy

You’re a unique one, that’s for sure. Thats what Carmilla tells herself when her beloved daughters, Clara and Odette, brought you as a brand new potential employee for them. A lonely quiet determined sinner with a connection to all kinds of snakes

Carmilla watches you, at first, to test how good you are at the job her precious daughters gave you and she is pleased with the results. You’re quite good but you’re also kinda isolated and don’t talk to anybody besides your hyper-intelligent ‘scarf-snake’ friend

But then Carmilla’s watching becomes one of interest… you’re interesting, your behaviour is a lot less than what she suspected from a Sinner worker and how antisocial and distance you are is intriguing for anybody, even her

Carmilla does end up approaching you and she gives you a luck h… despite the fact you already have one and whilst you’re kinda blunt and quiet and uninterested, you’re polite and respectful since you know her position and let her accompany you

So, this became routine. Everyday, Carmilla comes over to you during lunch and presents you with a fancy lunch she has made for you and enjoys a lunch break with you. She is more of the talker whilst you listen to her quietly, surprisingly

Carmilla took a while but she’s been relatively open, talking about her beloved daughters, about other Overlords annoying her during meetings, about a number of things about herself. It’s shocking for a strong mature woman like her to even speak on these things with her new employee

It took quite some time but throughout all the sessions Carmilla has befriended and talking to you and having a meal with you privately, you ended up developing quite the fat crush on her to the point you get jealous and agitative towards others being close to her… except Zestial, to a degree

Carmilla doesn’t really notice how protective and aggressive you’ve become to others. She just believes you and her are good friends but you don’t feel that way at all; you love her dearly, so much that she is now basically your everything… even after you feared women heavily due to your awfully tragic past including your primarily female cult of a family

You don’t really eat unless Carmilla is nearby and since Carmilla is a kind graceful yet powerful woman, even as a mighty Overlord, she’ll eat with you since she notices how dependent you are… on her? She suspects it’s something to do with comfort so doesn’t question it too much

Carmilla is your starlight, the sugary yet tough mochi that has truly changed your life from a bland hell of self-deprecation and loathing to something much worth it. Now, you can actually express emotions better and you want to give yourself fully to Carmilla as to express how much you adore her

Carmilla is seemingly oblivious to your intense love for her as she has grown to view you, as she acts, like a surrogate child of hers. She doesn’t notice your affections and favouritism and much more, she just believes you’re a enthusiastic employee of the business that wishes to please it

Carmilla does, in general, appreciate and like you. It’s why she still approaches and tries to bond with you to this day. You’re a mysterious, quiet but fearless and strong and willing to rip people a new one. She respects that and it’s a reason she likes you

“Hello once more, dear friend. It’s been quite the rough day. My girls have had the hardest hours for quite a few years recently. Would you like to hear it?”

[writingdungeon-inactive]

BG3 Companion's reactions to Tav being much younger than they thought

Trying out a new format kinda, let me know if it works, please

Lae’zel is the baby at 20/23 ish but for this Tav is around age 16/17 making them the baby 

Astarion: He didn't really care to know your age when you first met, but as you ventured forth he could tell you where inexperienced, an amazing leader, but you had no idea what you were doing. “How long have you been doing this, adventuring this darling?” He asked watching as you tried in vain to unlock a chest. “Oh well… Im only sixteen so not that long? When we met up really.” He stared into space for a moment, taking in his fearless leader, who was in fact a child. “Well thats… reassuring?” He said carefully moving you to the side so he could pick the lock for you. 

Trust me you wouldn't live down the. “Does the baby need help?” Jokes

No one is getting within arm's length of you though

#his baby *cough* his meal ticket *cough, cough*

Gale: The poor guy has a lot on his mind *and in it*. Forgive him that he really didn't think about figuring out how old you are. “Gale how old were you when you found out you could use magic?” Gale looked up at you watching you playing around with Minor Illusion. “I was about seventeen when Mystra first contacted me.” He said thinking for a moment. “Ohhh that means I’ll be a better wizard than you!” He chuckled hearing You tease him. “You can't be that young.” He jested, his face deadpanning when you admitted you were almost seventeen. 

Giving him PTSD from when he first met Mystra

He feeds you first 

Feels so guilty about you going to get him magical artifacts

Halsin:  Oh he knew, He is over three hundred but he ain't dumb. When you broke him out of Jail he was protective of you, seeing a kid leading and protecting a group of adults broke his heart. “Tav, please rest.” He said softly as he let you sit down. “I have the watch tonight, please get some sleep.” He’s a papa bear. You get hurt, he's there. Can't reach something? Halsins is helping lift you up. He lets you have your respect as a leader but he is always there to be a shoulder to lean on or your own personal Jiminy cricket. 

Guard Dog privileges

Will let you sleep on him

Will not let you in the sheresses caress

Jaheira: Mama knew, when you first pulled up to Last Light she swore she saw one of her kids running up to her. “Cub have you eaten?” She’s already going mama mode seeing you haven't slept or eaten. She tears Halsin a new one for not helping you more with Art Cullagh. After the Last Light is attacked and you are standing by her side helping protect her people she feels proud of the next generation and those who are leading it.

She licks her thumb and cleans your face without thinking of it

Teaches you how to haggle

Feels so sorry for you and the trials you must face

Karlach: The baby girl had no idea, she just knows it's fun to rage with you. During a particularly deep rage section, she was surprised when you started to cry. “Soldier?” She asks having to stop herself from hugging and burning you. “I-I’m just scared Karlach.” She listened to you feeling her own tears forming. “I’m not even eighteen, but… Everyone depends on me.” Gods she wanted to hug you, she was raging for you, and because she couldn't hug you. 

She works 10x harder to cool down her heart, not just for her, but so she can hold you

Lets you hug Clive as long as you need

Knows how you feel from being shoved into Zariel’s arms at age fifteen

Lae’zel: She doesn't care, You are old enough to hold a sword. In fact your young age and leadership skills just makes her impressed. “I will help train you to fight like a true warrior, not like the teeth-ling.” She does in fact start training you. Dear gods save you, shes got you running laps before the sun comes up.

Proud older sister

Has her own special *violent* way for praising you

Talks about when shes a general of Vlakith and you will be her right-hand

Shadowheart: She and Lae’zel were at each other's throats again when you blew up at them. “You two are fighting like teenagers! And I’m sixteen!” She felt like she got hit by a bag of bricks, you were sixteen, but you had pulled her from the nautiloid, and fought with her out of the hells. “You can't be sixteen.” She said chuckling softly in disbelief, hearing you confirm when you were born she definitely needed some wine to get over that.

Don't know how to act around you

Will give you little candies

Mom said I have to take you with me vibes

Wyll: He found out talking about his pact with you. “Yes, I was seventeen when I signed my pact, but I do not regret it.” He said taking a drink from his goblet. “Man I'm almost seventeen, I wonder what I’ll be like when I'm your age.” Have you ever seen someone shoot wine out their nose? Now you have.

Gets very protective when Mizora shows up

Big brother mode

Piggy back rides when you are tired

[wordsarelife]

—fearless

pairing: george karim x gn!reader

summary: george admires you deeply. not only because you're his partner, but because you have an extraordinary gift

warnings: slightly suggestive if you squint, mentions of dying, ghosts, the usual

note: i just noticed, that this was probably the last george fic i'll ever write. it was so fun to write and i love george with all my heart. i hope you guys like it!!

the stairs were rusty and every bit of wood was making a sound when you were walking over it. george was following you and even though you knew it were his steps behind you, they still made you turn around and check. just to be sure.

lockwood and lucy were inspecting the first floor of the house, while you had decided to accompany your boyfriend upstairs, feeling like a type two wasn't far away.

george had been impressed by your ghost fighting skills ever since you had joined lockwood and co. you were one of a kind, able to talk to ghosts and calm them down.

george had been a bit suspicious of you when you had told him and lockwood what you could do.

"sure" george had said "you know, when it gets dark i can fly"

lockwood had noticed the look you where sending his friend and had known right in that moment that the two of you were a match made in heaven. or at least thats what he liked to claim.

in reality he had to seperate the both of you, because you kept making each other more angry.

after your first case george had apologized to you and the rest was history.

"do you have the chain?" you turned around to look at him

he patted the bag hanging from his shoulder. you could hear the silver clinging and nodded relieved. "good"

he followed you into one of the bedrooms and closed the door. he put down the bag and started laying down the chain, while you inspected the walls. "not long" you mumbled while checking the temperature.

"i can feel it too" george got up from the ground and watched you closely. you closed your eyes, feeling over the walls and hearing voices fill the room. you gasped, walking backwards, right into george's arms.

"what is it?" he asked worriedly.

"it was an accident" you mumbled "she isn't angry"

as if on cue, a ghost emerged from the wall. she was flowing in front of you in a constant motion.

"then what is she?" george voice slipped into a light panic.

"sad" you answered softly.

even without your special talent, you were able to notice that the ghost in front of you was the opposite of angry. she wasn't even coming closer. her long hair was flowing in the air and her eyes looked so regretful you almost wanted to pack everything up and leave her alone.

"hello" you said instead.

she looked confused at your try to talk with her.

"i'm y/n" you continued. you pointed behind you "this is george"

george raised his hand hesitantely "ehh, hi!"

"and you're maddy, right?" you asked and the ghost smiled "your mum told us about you" what she left out was any information about how her daughter had died. now you were wishing she hadn't. the eyes of the little girl made you so sad, you almost couldn't concentrate. but you had to.

"yeah" george added, unsure if she could understand him as well. but you had told him she could, as long as he was holding onto your hand.

that was another extraordinary thing george had noticed. you were even able to share your talent, by touching other people. he could only admire you for using your power. he had never met someone less scared of ghosts than you. not even lockwood.

no ghost could scare you, he thought. not even wraiths. most of them would calm down by your presence alone. maybe it was that they had no one to talk to before, or it was just something about you. maybe your smile or your kindness that they could feel and would keep them from hurting you.

"mum" maddy repeated and george's eyes grew soft when he heard her voice. it was a lot to see a young girl as a ghost, but her voice tore his heart open.

"yes" you smiled sympathetically. "she moved, that's why she's been gone"

"because of me?" maddy asked.

you shook your head. "no, sweetheart. she wanted to take her with you, but she didn't know how, so she called us"

maddy smiled.

it was true what you were saying. her mum had been too scared to hurt her or destroy the ghost form of her daughter, while she had sworn that she was a friendly ghost. but she wasn't sure how she would react to the strange agents in her house. she had thought that maddy would be angry perhaps. that's why you came as prepared as you were.

lockwood had promised the woman to safely secure her daughters source, so she could take her with her.

"teddy" maddy said simply. your eyes wandered around the room, until they landed on a chair, a little teddybear sitting on top of it.

"this one?" you asked, picking up the bear.

maddy nodded.

"okay" you smiled. "we will put it under this net. you will be gone for some time, but we will give it to your mum and when you wake up, she will be there, okay?"

"okay" maddy said and george was surprised how easy it was to deal with her. almost too easy. as if on cue, you could hear loud sounds from downstairs.

"the man" maddy said fearfully

"what man, maddy?" you asked, hearing lucy cry out your name "you have to tell us, okay?"

"the angry man" maddy said again "he is screaming and he is mean"

"it's alright, sweetheart" you tried to calm her. george had never seen a ghost be scared before. "wrap her source" you took out the silver net and held it in george's direction. "we will make him leave" you assured maddy "and you will be with your mum"

"okay" maddy nodded and the next second she was gone.

"what now?"

"we have to get rid of an angry man" you smiled, leaving the room and dashing down the stairs to help your friends.

lucy and lockwood were in the middle of a fight with the ghost, when you entered the living room. "y/n" lucy called relieved "maybe you can-" she jumped to the side, escpaping a chair the ghost had swung at her "talk to him"

"i'm not sure that will work" lockwood panted, throwing a few saltbombs. "it won't take him long to come back" he fixed his suit.

"we have to find the source" you turned to george, who nodded at that. "you go" you told lucy and lockwood "we will take care of him"

"are you sure?" lockwood asked and you nodded, making a gesture for them to leave the room. "okay" lockwood said "we'll be quick"

"i know" george took his position next to you

"how about some netflix and chill after this?" you asked as soon as your friends had left the room

"y/n!" the shock on george's face made you giggle

"what?" you laughed "a perfectly normal question if you ask me"

"you are always flirting in near death situations" george rolled his eyes

"yeah" you smiled smugly "but it got you to sleep with me, didn't it?"

"oh my god" george hid his face in his hands

"shit" your words made him look up. the ghost was slowly materialising again. you losened your belt, holding it in george's direction

"are you getting undressed?" george asked and his voice seemed to be a pitch higher than usual

"no" you dragged the word out "the belt is filled with saltbombs. i want you to get behind him and throw it, in case my plan doesn't work"

"what plan?"

"just do it, darling" george complied hesitantely, but did eventually walk across the room, behind the patch where the ghost was slowly coming back.

"hello" you muttered "maddy already told us about you"

"a talker" the ghost bid back, in a voice that send shivers down your spine. he seemed to be intrigued by you, which held him back from attacking you. well at least for now. "did she now?"

"she's scared of you"

"did you destroy her?" he was a lot calmer than he was before, george noticed, so he relaxed a bit, having new found trust in your abilities

"no" you said, truthfully "her mum is moving. she couldn't leave her behind" you explained "where did you come from? you weren't mentioned"

"i wasn't mentioned?" he repeated, laughing sarcastically "this is my house. i was here before any of you were even born" he screamed the last part and george was ready to throw the belt.

not yet, you mouthed in his direction. "we want to find your source. you'll be at peace" you said

"you want to destroy me" the ghost corrected angrily, but to george's surprise you didn't falter at his tone, but rather matched it.

"we want to save you" you said between clenched teeth "there's a clear difference there. let us help"

"you can't fool me" the ghost laughed

"fighting me is a lost cause" you crossed your arms "we got the best listener in the country. she will find your source and any fight will be in vain"

"you're foolish" the ghost muttered "you can talk to us and you don't use it for bigger things? we could rule the world" he clenched his fist, raising it diabotically.

"sorry" you smiled "i have a date at seven"

in the exact same second, as the ghost began charging at you, lucy called from the next room. do it you mouthed in george's direction. "contain it!" you called to the next room, moving on your feet quickly, to dodge the ghost's closer coming form.

george threw the saltbombs and a second later, the ghost disappeared. lockwood and lucy came back into the room. lucy held up the silver net, which was wrapped around a book.

"the bible" she said "who would've thought?"

"i don't care about his source" you shrugged your shoulders "let's get maddy back to her mum"

your friends nodded. leaving the house close behind you. ghosts like the second one where the true threat to your world, but maddy was the opposite. you didn't use your powers in a wrong way, like the man had claimed. you were doing the right thing with them. helping people who weren't able to help themselves.

on the way out you interlaced yours and george's fingers, thankful that the world you were living in had at least brought you both together.

[austinsastrology8991]

> Mars in Houses < How you fight demons by becoming more demony ANd where others thirsty for yo Red-Bull-shit

Mars in First - Red bull gave you wings. your venom is oozing out yo teeth, but you still grinning at anything that moves. you act out a lot -and we let you - only because we don't wanna be the reason you lashed out - and you will justify your outbursts with any reason possible. because anything and everything makes you jump into a fist fight. and we don't wanna hear it was our fault later when we all know its your fault Mars in Second - Red bull made you sleep. you tired of fighting, but you will never surrender - so like what do you even want. your easily the most annoying person to get in a fight with because you never quit even if you lost the fight. passive in yo jabs but you a genius at pissing me off. and honestly the only reason i put up with it is because you so god damn sensual but your the definition of walking on egg shells Mars in Third - Red bull gave you intrusive thoughts. You are irrationally provocative and you don't even care that you just pissed everyone off with yo shit talking. you are able to have a conversation, but you must get the final word, and this final word, is why we all roll our eyes at you whenever you say yo 'piece.' notice how know one talks shit back to you? talk is cheap Mars in Fourth - Red bull gave you cancer - you hold in a lot, and we know your insides are boiling into a hot soup and thats why everyone so nice to you. we dont want to be the ones you vomit at. and we know its because yo mama made you bite yo tongue as a kid. and well we gotten used to it Mars in Fifth - Red bull gave you energy - get hyper - *dubstep**ksi appears** your dominant simply because your energy is overwhelming to others > you got the loudest laugh > the 'funniest' jokes > the biggest rawr xd > no one gonna step to you because you loud , and to extinguish yo flames we gotta call the fire brigade because you set the whole building on fire Mars in Sixth - Red bull gave you band aids/aids - you the most non combative person but can cut anyone so easily. you know exactly how to put someone down, and thats why you dont look for fights, because it feels like work at dis point. undercover freaks Mars in Seventh - Red bull gave you an erection - RED ROCKET RED ROCKET ummm do you really gotta show yo red rocket to everyone. seriously you working everyone as if you plan on sleeping with everyone. and the people you really wanna sleep with man, never seen a bigger simp, but keep pretending you a pimp, i mean i would too if i was as thirsty as you Mars in Eighth - Red bull gave you demon wings - scary. you can expose anyone by diggging into their psyche/secrets, and after you expose them, you console them, make them feel better about how you made them yo bitch. I mean its impressive how well you keep your secrets to yourself, but man do you exterminate everyone elses and its uncomfortable to be yo target Mars in Ninth - Red bull made you jump off something high - loud ambitions and a whole buncha energy. and well we know you have a grand plan to take over the world, but we done hearing about it we just waiting to see if you got the balls to do it. oh wow you actually jumped off the cliff and nearly died. was it as legendary as you thought it would be > i mean shit, imma talk about it so maybe? Mars in Tenth - Red bull made you put on a suit - Professionally a proffesional. a professional that proffeses they a profesional professionally like professionals who are proffesional. do you feel like i gave you the respect you deserved, or do you feeel im mocking you? they ask themselves this typa shit 24/7 because they dont wanna get spat on, but they so used to it - so they put themselves in only win win situations to avoid anything 'unprofessional'

Mars in Eleventh - Red bull gave you purpose - yall are kinda fearless but we all know its because you so afraid you wont get your way lol. but you masters at getting yo way, but that just means people dont wanna get in yo way... now ask yourself. how beneficial is this really. i mean at least nothing is an obstacle, but also no one helping you, becasue your attitude has convinced everyone you dont need help, and we also don't want to Mars in Twelfth - Red bull made you think he gave you wings - yall into infecting peoples minds; thats yo weapon. you know the exact right things to pull off to get people stuck in a thought loop of guessing what ifs of what is actually nothing at all. and this 'weapon' after a while, is completely useless after yo game is revealed, but yall are intriguing and are always shapeshifting into some new shit