#awww little girl in the rain

[nathscalet]

Another smut from my fanfic that will take forever to post

Minors do not interact please 🙏

Dracula x reader

Warning: Pnv, vaginal fingering, oral sex, creampie, female reader, submissive reader?, biting, drinking blood, small aftercare at the end.

Those who sat around Dracula could feel his possessive gaze on you, exuding an aura of danger. They didn't know if the anger was directed at them or at you. But his aura could certainly be felt from afar.

You didn't do a bourslesque show, which could made Dracula end up destroying the couch and consider kidnapping you from the stage.

Oh but you looked so sexy. Eternal even singing that lovely song. When you smiled at him, he felt his throat close, wanting nothing more than to join you on stage.

But there was no openings for him, you were the star of the show.

At the end of the night you drank more champagne, enjoying the frizzy taste. You went to say your goodbye to the king, but he, as a gentleman, and your friend, decided to accompany you home.

Walking you to your house, seeing how you walked bouncing through the light rain without worrying about getting wet and shaking the older man's hand. He was relieved that you accepted his company not wanting to let your vulnerable side exposed for the rest of those hungry wolfs at the club.

Dracula contemplated the cloudy night listening to you hum a song

Im singing in the rain 🎵 "

What a glorious feeling ...

Hum umm huh huh hum

He hated how your silliness affected him.

"Thank you for walking me home your majesty! The night was fun, you should go out more often." You were saying goodbye to the oldest tho he hadn't let go of your hand. Trapped in thought, wrestling with himself, wondering whether or not he should do this.

That feeling that he cautiously caged inside. Those shameful thoughts. And lonely longings of a grieving heart.

"Y/n... I... think... I like you." Dracula said, feeling his stomach fill with butterflies as he revealed his feelings. Feeling naked before you.

"Haha haha ​​Awww how cute! This is the first time you've told me that. My friendship efforts would bear fruit I knew that deep down inside you had a little heart" you couldn’t help but laugh, so out of character of him express his feelings specially towards you, a human girl, a daring woman that “corrupted” his son. ( you taught baby Alucard compassion)

"..." Dracula just squeezed your hand and looked at you like a puppy abandoned in the rain. And he moved closer to you "Y/n I like you a lot." Dracula tenderly brought his hand to your cheek.

"Ha... Wait- are you serious? like more than a friend?" Your heart dropped

"A thousand times more than a friend or student." The silence of the night allowed you to hear your fast heartbeat. How you felt your cheeks heat up

As the rain fell, drenching both of you, the clouds hid the moon, you looked into each other's eyes and slowly got closer.

Dracula slid his hand from her ribs to her waist, bringing her closer, close enough for their chests to touch and they felt each other's breath, and they both slowly got closer until they pressed their lips together.

The kiss had a strong taste of herbs and dry red wine, almost metallic.

The kiss was sweet, uncertain and curious. It started small to shy and progressed until they were both searching each other passionately, unbothered by the rain that was getting thicker by the moment.

You broke apart, panting, as you felt drops of water running down your skin.

"What are we?" You asked breathless

"Friends definitely don't kiss each other like that." Dracula pulled you into another kiss, a safer, more confident kiss.

Your heart racing as your bodies sought each other more fervently. The vampire picked you up and carried you without difficulty to your room, up the stairs of the inn to your room. They were both soaked leaving a trail of rain across the floor. Dracula kicked the door to his room, which he opened quickly and closed with his heel.

He laid her on the bed, placing light kisses on her face, tickling her lightly with his mustache. The vampire's hands went up to the collar of his shirt, they had an atypical lightness, taking off his wet blouse and undoing the belt of his pants. Leaving her in just panties and bra.

That man's predatory gaze appeared, seeing your body, there was no denial, he was mesmerized, looking at her imprisoned breasts.

You wasted no time, pulling the vampire back into the kiss, pulling him by the neck. 

You could hear a continuous sound, coming from the someone, resembling a purr.

"How adorable Drac! I didn't know you could purr." He stopped, like a child caught in a cat's jump, before relaxing his body and giving in even more. "And you'll find out more about what I can do. If you're willing?" He placed their foreheads together, looking into her soul. "Do you want to move on (name)?"

A lump formed in your throat, not expecting that question. You were even shy to respond, nodding, as your tongue froze.

"Use your words, dear. Tell me how much you want my touch." Your body vibrated, you couldn't identify if it was from the cold or the heat of your belly. "Don't tell me I finally caught cat’s tongue." He gave an even more dangerous smile than the one Astarion sent your way.

You snapped out of your trance "I prefer to use actions rather than words dear." You touched the volume between the vampire's legs

"Hmmm." Dracula ran the tips of his nails down your exposed back, causing goosebumps before unbuttoning the lock of the bra, throwing them on the corner of the room. "Aren't you a naughty one? But I won't touch you until I heard you said it, I want your full consent. For what I'm about to do will forever change our relationship."

It was strange. This whole development has happened before, so why did you feel butterflies in your stomach?

"I want you. I want this." You whispered in the vampire's ear

Your hands unbuttoned the dark-haired man's shirt, which revealed a carefully sculpted chest, the top garment falling, and the pants following shortly after.

Dracula's member was thick and long and with a low bush of hair followed by a happy trail.

Before entering into the main act of the night, Dracula didn't just want a simple night of pleasure, this was special.

Dracula gently slid his hand all over your body, feeling and appreciating you from head to toe. You felt a firm, cold and heavy hand squeeze your breasts while a tongue wet your neck making you let out a ticklish moan.

"Don't hold back your voice dear. I want to hear all your sounds until the end of the night"

Dracula held your hands above your head, leaving your neck exposed to his fangs.

Your neck and chest were attacked by a thirsty mouth, you felt Dracula's fangs passing dangerously close to your jugular.

"Allow me?" Do you trust the vampire enough to offer your neck? Do you trust that it won't transform you? A shot in the dark in this moment

You nodded. 

Dracula licked your shoulder, giving you goosebumps, before piercing your skin and sucking your blood. You could feel his body getting hot and limp, and his mind hazy. Your blood also made Dracula even harder, tasting that delicacy, his mind closing in a curtain of pleasure.

You tried to get out from under the brunette, but he blocked your hips with his thighs and applied more force to your arms.

Stopping drinking blood, he licked the wound, like a dog.

"Not so fast. You're too hurried , you're not even ready to receive me.  Let me prepare you."

Drac let go of her wrists and bent down for well, you know 👅👅😺

Dracula slid his tongue out and teased her hole, sliding up and down her folds before moving up.  Dracula closed his mouth around her clit and ran his tongue along her bundle of nerves.  The sudden attention made her tremble even more with pleasure, her body feeling a current of shock run through it and her hips rotating, seeking more stimulation. 

He wanted to see how much you could take, so he began to suck her slowly, making delicious moans.  Soon his pace began to accelerate, sucking harder.  You spat out muffled curses, covering your face with one of your arms, feeling the blood rush to your head.

"You taste really sweet." The pussy was like new. Pussy tight ! pussy clean! pussy fresh!

Before you could come, he slowed down.  His tongue now slowly circled her clit, teasing gently, giving her enough pleasure to torture you but not push you over the edge.  You let out a small cry of frustration as your back arched, desperate for a release he wouldn't let you have.

Taking advantage of your restlessness, he snaked one of his arms around your thigh, pulling you up, pressing his face deeper, until your legs were wide apart, resting on his shoulder.

He pressed down feeling the walls of her vagina tightening around him, tasting another one of those lovely nectars that women produce.  He moved his finger experimentally, pulling it out and pushing it back in, making you squirm as he slowly stretched you.

"ah! Drac! Faster!"

"Magic word?"

"Please!"

"Please what?"

"P-please, sir."

"Good girl."

Dracula pressed another finger into her, filling her even more and feeling her walls suffocate his fingers. Meanwhile, he brought back her tongue, super heating her insides, her body on fire and her skin tingling, and everything was perfect.

Vlad was doing perfect, sucking and preparing you at a perfect pace. The orgasm started in the pit of her stomach and blossomed outward, clenching every muscle in your body as heat spread through you.  legs shook as he continued to fuck you with his fingers, enjoying your squirming

Dracula removed his wet fingers, admiring his work "Now you are ready to receive me." He licked his fingers clean, looking down at you.

This man would be insatiable. You concluded silently.

He closed the gap between both bodies, burying himself in your hot, wet pussy, going all the way in smoothly.  You groaned, finally feeling the inner emptiness being generously filled. Drac grabbed your shoulders, slipping his arms around your neck to pull you close.

He kissed your collarbone, tasting your sweat on your skin, feeling your pulse beneath your flesh. Your heart was beating like a drum, meaning he was doing a good job, his chest filled with pride knowing that he was the one giving him this pleasure, his heart then beat excitedly, the electrifying euphoria coursing through his body .

Dracula looked at yours expression, with some tears of pleasure, and mouth open, panting. The exact expression that intoxicated his dreams. One that he kept locked out of shame for his filthy thoughts, but now he had the pleasure of seeing it in person.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, her breasts bouncing, and that expression of ecstasy. His expression probably wasn't much different, He hadn't felt intimacy like this in so long, when was the last time he had held a woman so fervently? He was lost in ecstasy in her smell, her touch, her taste and muscles. They were so soft and at the same time hard under his hands, her muscular flesh, her pussy like warm velvet wrapped so tightly around him.

Your body was shaking, the carefully and paced movements with his hips weren't enough, Dracula was torturing you with this rhythm. Those pink eyes were twinkling with sadistic pleasure, but two can play. You slid your arms under your daddy's shoulders, letting out several moans in his ear, before biting his ear.

Vlad let out a hoarse moan, feeling goosebumps run through his cold body, he raised his head and looked into your eyes.  Your expression was one of lust, although the sparkle in your eyes was an emotion that no one dared to look at him, care. His eyes darkened, it was impossible to feel more desire than now, the brunette pressed his lips to yours in a frantic kiss, rocking his body inside you in long, desperate movements. 

Finally the pleasure arrived, you could feel each vein of the member pulsing inside you, crushed against the walls of your uterus.

The pleasure that grew was intense, viceral, it could almost burn him from the inside.  He coveted that feeling.  No one had made him feel this way in decades, since Lisa passing, maybe centuries, he’d never met a crazy lad like you before.  How long has it been since he unwind? How much self-control and restraint? How stressed this war made him? You were taking him so well, the perfect toy for reliving stress.

His balls contracted, an intense pressure building in the pit of his stomach that sent shivers down his spine.  He was so close, so close to release, so close to losing himself in this woman.  You felt a excruciating hug caging you as his thrusts became so desperate and sporadic. 

You pulled your lips away from his and let out a moan so filthy and low, warm breath hit his ear and he heard her.  That velvety, pleading voice... so he doesn't stop. How can he deny you if you ask like that?

Years of pent up lust and frustration released all at once came crashing inside you, his cock throbbing with load after load of hot semen inside your spasming walls.  When he came, he felt her legs tighten around his waist as he came, your orgasm adding intensity to his.  He didn't want to stop. Your walls milking him So heavenly, he beloved that was the closest he would get there.

He pulled out a little, letting the liquid drip out. Both of you were panting, the electrifying current still pulsing. Resting your legs on his shoulder, you looked at his disheveled hair, always so neat, now stick on his forehead and neck.

“Drac-“ bending you over. He pushed back in, his body hypersensitive after cumming, cried out in pleasure.

Once again the rhythm of a samba drum returned, this time much wetter, the air in the room was warm from this activity, the rain outside muffled your moans, while Drac held your leg, using it for support, then buried himself deeply, to discharge more cum, rutting into that mess he made inside.

You moaned in shock and the extra sensitivity. You couldn't believe how much there was.  Cum dripping from your pussy, staining the mattress.  He didn't want to stop filling her again and again. 

“Isn’t Thai what you wanted lad?” He whispered with that horsen voice “now you have all my undivided attention.” He trusted harder as he pronauced each phrase

“Drac” you whined feeling your strength leaving you

“So lovely. You’re just perfect. Taking me so well. How long have you thought about me filling you like this honey?”

“Drac!” You dragged your hands on his back

“Yes! Scratch me. Bite me. Moan for me love.” He held your cheeks as he kissed you in a final moment, reaching his own limit

He collapsed on top of you, breathing deeply and enjoying your touch. In his arms he realized he wouldn't let you go. You completed his broken existence. You had to stay with him.  You needed to stay. How long has it been since he felt alive?

You breathed in for a minute trying to assimilate what happened.  One of the most fulfilling sex you've ever had, you lost track of time, after a long time you were on the bottom of a relationship.

Drac turned around and put you on top of him after a few minutes of recovering. He guided his hips against your pelvis.

"Look into my eyes." Dracula commanded you to look into his eyes as you shared each other.

Dracula had a kinky, corruption fetish, he was euphoric seeing your expression when penetrated,that look of lust and surprise mixed with shame.

You let out weak moans as your bodies met.

"I can't do it anymore! Everything is shaking!" It’s was a mess your sex, his member making space spelling and pushing deeper his cum

"Do it honey, just a little longer! You're doing excellent!" Yours hip was left with marks from the brunette's claws. Dracula's chest was not intact either, looking like a crime scene.

Oh but he loved when you squished his pecs. Flustered, unable to control the pacing. Next time he’ll let you control the pace, use him to impale yourself.

You felt your eyes widen and your body fell forward as you felt him penetrating your cérvix.

“Ohh. Looks like I found it.”

You died in bed. Dracula laid there for a while, catching his breath, with you to laid on his chest.

You put your face on his shoulder, already making your way to the crib.

Dracula was stroking your hair and smelling you.

"I think someone needs a shower."

"Naaum! I'm tired, tomorrow I'll take. Let me sleep, you annoying parasite"

"Can you sleep with all your sweat and this coming off you?" Dracula pointed to the middle of your legs that was dripping with liquid.

"You know, I've slept with a gunshot wound to the rib and bleeding out."

Sigh. "Come, I'll carry you." You were taken like a plincesa to the bathroom

Dracula prepared the bathtub for you.

"What it was?"

"Nothing."

“You got something on your scheming mind. Tell me”

"I know. You're looking at me like a dog.?"

"Dog face? What's that face?"

"That face right there. Those low ears, those droopy eyes." You imitated the dog face for him studying his air cheeks

"Ahahahaha. I look like that, do I?" Dracula hugged you from behind.

"Yes. What are you thinking huh?"

"I was thinking about how I managed to be  with someone like you."

"Fufuf kinda late to regret it. I already took your body muhahaha. You're mine now." You let out Machiavellian laughs as you squeezed the sides of the king's face.

"None. I don't regret falling into that fearsome dragon's lair. She's actually quite cute." Drac said, looking at you with eyes so gentle and full of tenderness that you blushed and turned around, sinking deeper into the bathtub. Which made him laugh.

"Am I yours now? Isn't it the other way around? Since I'm the one who captured the dragon?" Dracula pressed you against his chest, kissing your shoulder

"You may have entered the dragon's nest but- you turned around- don't forget that it has sharp claws and teeth, made to devour you whole."- you pulled the brunette by the neck and gave the Vampire a hickey, pulling his hair of the same forcing him to look up and making a humm in his throat.

"How cruel. I thought the dragon lady was docile and silly."

"She is docile when offered offerings. What do you have to offer?"

"All I can offer the dragon lady is my body and soul."

"Then I'll take both."

"How greedy! What will be left for me if you take both?"

One last request. I can make your wish come true."

"Hmm. Then I want the dragon lady to give me her heart."

"Aren't you asking too high, mortal?"

"I wish for a trade." Drac took her hands and kissed the back of them "an exchange of heart."

"Damn you, what makes you think I would give my heart to you? What makes you worthy of such glory."

"I fell in love with the dragon. I am in love with your beauty and intellect, they are as precise as a painitis, as magnificent as the garden of Eden. I would trade my kingdom to be able to spend a night with you, so I could tell the demons that I was in the heavens without never having set foot there."

"Damn you and your lip service for Shakespearean romance!" You pushed your lover's face

"Miss Dragon would not be interested in this exchange."

"My heart for yours. A dragon for a dark being. The exchange seems irrational. Denied!"

"Then... I'll steal it." Drac pulled you into a fit of kisses and tickles.

"BURGLAR!" You applied foam to his mustache. "You won't steal my heart. It is pure and valuable."

"We both know your heart is greedy and relentless."

"Do you think you can satisfy him?"

"I'll do my best." Dracula sealed his lips on yours

After a long bath, you finally got the rest you wanted. Blacked out in bed. The king was at peace and your mind was racing, going over what had just happened. The seduction plan ended up happening by divine will.

[lillydoobiddle]

Pairing: Husband!Heeseung x Wife!(f)Reader

Genre: fluff, marriage life, romance

synopsis: It just how you and heeseung as a family spent your weekend together with both of your one and only daughter.

Warning: broken english and there might be a typo since i wrote this in the middle of the night (pls understand:D)

This morning wasnt very bright like usually it was. The rain keep pouring down, wetting the street and trees since the night before. You wake up because how loud the storm is. The loud sound from the storm got you a little bit terrified. Since kid, you always scared with loud voices but you forced yourself always to pretend like it was fine until you grew up.

Slowly, you open your eyes, pull the blanket to cover all your body and leaving only your head. You try to sleep again, try to enjoy the sound of the rain but the storm make it harder. Suddenly, you feel a hands wrapped around your waist. A soft kisses lean on your ear. “Im here baby.. im here” it was heeseung voice.

since the first time you awake and tried to get back to your sleep, heeseung also awake and already notice your movement that seems something like has bothering you. He just realize it was the storm and he knows you hate it.

Gladly when he calms you like this, you became even calmer and your breath get more slower.. giving him a sign you already relax. Both of you get back to sleep, change both of your position to start cuddle before you burried your face in his chest while his hand covering your ears. Few hour passed when both of you already in your two own dreams, suddenly a small sounds of someone open the bedroom door echo in the room.

A gentle and slow stepped sounds getting closer towards the bed. The one who notice the strange sounds at first was heeseung, since he’s very sensitive with small sounds near him. He sat himself back on the bed as he picked up ji-a small body when she try so hard to get up on the kingsize bed. “Sweetpie.. what are you doing here?” He asked. He still very sleepy “cannot sleep daddy.. the storm was loud. Im scared” ji-a voice sounds very innocent. She just like you, scared of storm

“Okay okay.. then sleep with us. Daddy and mommy here for you” Heeseung put her to lay on the middle as you still in your dream. Didnt realize ji-a already with both of you.

The clock showed up 9:45 AM and your eyes finally open. But the kingsize bed already have no one on it besides you. “Where did hee go?” You mumbled to yourself. You think he might in the bathroom right now so you decide to went down stairs towards the kitchen. In your way, your mind full with the idea of breakfast for this morning. Being a mother, wife, and also business woman makes you very exhausted lately. It makes you pretty lazier then usual

When you stepped your foot in the kitchen, your eyes widen. You can see ji-a was making a pancakes with heeseung. Heeseung pick ji-a up with one arm while she begin to pour the pancakes batter onto the hot pan. Both of them notice your appearance and suddenly heeseung put ji-a down, ji-a took a plate of pancakes on the counter top and ran pretty fast to you

“Mommy…Good morningg!! I made you pancakes with daddy” ji-a said while giggles. She show you the pancakes she made with your favorite chocolate syrup and strawberry pieces as the topping. “Awww baby..” you kneeled in front of her and kiss her cheeks as much as you can. Your heart full now with the sign of your 5 years daughter cook this for you. Heeseung cannot stop smiling watching both of your interaction that makes his heart warm

“You are such a talented girl! I love you.. mommy will eat it okay?” Ji-a smile and nodded her head excitedly before you took the plate from her tiny hand. “Ji-a.. dont you wanna help daddy making the rest of the pancakes too?” Heeseung finally speak again making that little girl ran back to him

All of you, finally having breakfast together with pancakes that your 5 y.o daughter made. After the breakfast, it was a usual weekend day. Heeseung, you, and ji-a mostly spent the day with playing in the living room. Maybe you guys watch some movies, have karaoke in the living room together, or heeseung will invited his two princess to dance like a castle people with disney song

4 hours family time together feels like 4 minutes only and now its time for ji-a to have a little nap. “Come onn sweetie! Arent you tired already?” You ask “but mommy.. can i have few minutes again? I still want to play with daddy and you!!” She whined, her gaze turned to heeseung with her boba eyes

“We can play later ji-a.. now its time for you to have nap okay? Be good and listen your mommy” Heeseung speak gently but his words was stern to make his only daughter disipline about time “okayyy.. im gonna go to sleep” She quickly went to her bedroom followed by both of you. Heeseung and you gonna be by her side till she fall asleep.

After she fall asleep, Its time to spend time with your libra husband. You lay on the living room couch but your head was on his lap. He softly caressing your hair, and asked something to open the conversation between both of you “I see your face lately getting prettier.. but it seems like you hide something” He said and look down at you

“Huh? I dont hide anything” You look confused or maybe pretend to look confused “Nah.. you did. I saw your face lately seems very tired. You often wake up late too. It dosent matter what time you should wake up because i can take care of the house and ji-a too but it was a very uncommon thing for you to wakeup late” He explain “You just wakeup late everytime you are tired.. what’s wrong? What makes you tired?” he asked. This time he was curious

“Im just… very very tired. I should take care of the house, child, my bakery” You let out a heavy sigh “I dont mind doing all of it.. but im a human and i can feel tired”

“Ahh.. i get it. I understand that baby” Hee said as he slowly massage your head “That’s normal and that’s okay. Now just close your eyes and let me help you relax” He said that and you begin to giggles because he always treats you right no matter what.

“Awww you massage my head too hard!”

“Really? Im sorry.. is it good enough?”

“Nahh.. still too hard~”

“Really? You ask too much”

“You are the one that offer this massage.. im just complaining”

“I think i will kiss you if you keep complaining”

and that’s how your family spent a weekend day together

[the-fiction-witch]

The Baby Mistake

Media - The Maze Runner Series AU Characters - Newt Couples - Newt X Reader Reader - Y/n Blue eyes Red hair Rating - 15 Word Count - 3512

Screams of pain and fear reverberated through the dimly lit hallways of the hospital, the sound muffled by the raging storm outside. The windows and doors of the hospital had been sealed tightly to keep away the harsh onslaught of wind and rain. The power outage caused by the storm had left the hospital relying solely on its backup power supply, which was quickly dwindling. The corridors were shrouded in darkness, with only sensor lights flickering to life as nurses and doctors hurried through the passageways. In every room, staff and patients alike were given strict orders to conserve as much power as possible, leaving many areas of the hospital in shadow. Everyone could only hope and pray for the storm to pass quickly, knowing that the limited power supply was their only lifeline amid the chaos.

Two rooms sat occupied where the screams sounded from.

In one laid Y/n and her husband Peter,

Peter passed the room watching the storm more than his wife, as Y/n laid on the bed screaming out in agony as her baby forced its way out of her.

On the other sat Lillian and her husband Newt,

Lillian cried and screamed pushing Newt's hand away as he desperately tried to comfort her through the pain as her own baby made its way out.

It wasn't long before both small babies arrived, two little girls.

The mothers held them tightly in their arms ushering the girls with kisses,

Y/n held her daughter alone, Peter taking a moment elsewhere.

Newt and Lillian held their daughter together sweetly cooing at her beauty even when covered in fluids.

Y/n looked into the girl's little blue eyes and decided there and then, she would name her daughter Anastasia, before handing her over to the nurse for the various checks.

Lillian already had planned her daughter's name, she looked to Newt and he nodded with a smile, and they both knew without even a word that they would name their daughter Florence. Lillian begged for a few more moments but Newt convinced her to hand over little Florence to be taken for the checks so they could get some rest.

The two nurses rushed through the dark stormy halls to the midwife's office. Each sitting the newborns into the small plastic cribs.

"Aren't they sweet," One cooed,

"They both are, born within a minute it's always interesting to see." The other chuckled,

"True, hand me the pen I'll get writing." she said,

So the other nurses threw her the pen to write on the plastic cribs as they had no access to their digital paperwork.

But just before the pen reached the surface, a latch locking one of the windows broke, the window hurtling open sending wind and rain rushing in.

The cribs ran on their wheels across the room from the harsh winds, unnoticed by the nurses but the cribs changed position putting Anastasia on the right and Florence on the left.

One nurse ran to shut the window again, and the other to grab the cribs before they ran into each other or worse the wall.

Once the window was shut both took a fast breath and sighed in relief quickly taking the pen and writing Florence on the right, and Anastasia on the left.

"Come on let's get all the tests done and get these two back to the parents."

Florence woke as usual to her alarm, sitting up and picking up her glasses from her bedside sitting them firmly on her nose. Before she hopped out of bed, she grabbed her uniform from her chair where it had been carefully laid out the night before. She dressed and pulled her bright red hair into a long braid down one shoulder. She slipped on her shoes and hurried downstairs to the kitchen where Newt stood.

"Awww There she is!" He cooed setting down the pan he was cooking with to give Florence a huge hug wrapping his arms around her and kissing her forehead, "Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you!" He sang to her,

"Daddy!" she giggled,

"How's my little bluebell on her special day?" He asked tapping her nose,

"Very happy,"

"I'm glad, go on get sat down. I'll finish up with your bacon and eggs." He cooed,

Florence nodded sitting at the table and loading her bag with her books from doing homework last night. "Daddy?"

"Umm yes?" he cooed,

"Can we go out tonight?"

"Of course, we can go out tonight. Anywhere special you wanted to go for your birthday?"

"... To go see Mummy?"

Newt softly smiled, "Course. We will go see her as soon as I pick you up from school and then we can get something nice for your birthday dinner."

"Thank you, Daddy," she cooed hugging him tight,

"You're welcome my little bluebell." he cooed, "ooh and before I forget, those notes you wanted for your science class today," he laughed grabbing the brown envelope from the counter,

"Oooh! Thank you!" she smiled putting them in her bag,

"What are you up to this week anyway?"

"Genetics." She nodded, "Everyone's gonna make loads of punnet squares and look over our genetics."

"Ooh sounds like lots of fun." He cooed, "Now eat up, we wouldn't want you to be late." He smiled,

Anastasia woke to her alarm blaring, as it had been for the last ten minutes. She groaned dragged herself out of bed and got herself dressed into her cheerleading uniform. She then sat at her vanity doing her skincare and makeup pulling her blonde hair into a high pony. Before grabbing her bag and heading downstairs where Y/n stood making breakfast,

"Good Morning Birthday girl," Y/n smiled at her,

"Hi, Mom," Anastasia said taking a seat and crossing her arms,

"What's the matter?" Y/n asked,

"I can't believe I have to go to class on my birthday!"

"I know, I know. It's not fun." Y/n sighed,

"I don't know why you couldn't just sign me out for the day, say I have the doctor or whatever."

"I'm not lying to the school about an absence Anastasia. I get enough calls about you skipping classes as it is. But it's only a few hours, then you can come home we'll go spend that gift card your father sent over for your birthday and we can get dinner someplace nice."

"Fine." Anastasia sighed, "Is Dad at least gonna call this year?"

"... I don't think so honey, I'm sorry," Y/n said sadly,

"Whatever." she sighed,

"Ohh and here put this is in your bag," Y/n handed over some folded papers,

"What is it?" Anastasia sighed,

"The genetic's info you need for your project, in your science class."

"Do I have -"

"Yes. You have to do it. I got the email about it."

"Fine. Let's just go."

Florence headed straight to her locker to get her books and paperwork for science class, before rushing into the classroom early to take her seat.

Anastasia hid away under the stairwells with her fellow cheerleaders, until a teacher forced them to walk to class. She was the last one in the room slunking over and sitting in her chair beside Florence.

"What?" Anastasia snapped as she noticed Florence looking at her,

"I- I just wanted to say, Happy Birthday Anastasia."

"...Thanks."

"It uhh it's my birthday too,"

"...Hu... weird."

"Okay, class!" The teacher spoke up, "As you know we are doing our genetics project, I did remind you all last week to bring in your parent's information, and I did send an email home so hopefully we shouldn't have any issues. Now remember you make your square with your mother's information at the top and your father's side. This is graded as your end-of-term project so go ham with those coloured pens. Any issues just raise your hands."

Anastasia raised her hand immediately,

"Yes, Anastasia?"

"Can I go to the bathroom?"

"Nice try, you just had lunch." The teacher chuckled,

She rolled her eyes and grabbed some paper to at least fake that she was working,

Florence happily got along with her work pulling out the envelope Newt had given her and making a first draft of her square already planning in her mind all the cutouts, cards and colours she'd add to her work.

Florence added her mother.

Lillian. Blonde hair. Green eyes. Blood Type A.

Then her father,

Newt. Blonde hair. Brown yes. Blood Type A.

And finally, she added herself,

Florence. Red Hair. Blue eyes. Blood Type B.

She pondered for a while but noticed no matter how she did it, it didn't seem to work. She tried and tried but no matter what she did it never seemed to work out right.

Anastasia sighed and slowly did the work too mostly coping with what Florence had done following the papers her mother gave her.

First her mother.

Y/n. Red hair. Blue eyes. Blood Type B.

Then her father.

Peter. Brown hair. Blue eyes. Blood Type B.

Then herself.

Anastasia. Blonde hair. Brown eyes. Blood Type A.

Immediately she saw her own didn't work and put her hand up,

"Yes What is it now Anastasia?"

"Doesn't work." she snapped,

"Excuse me?"

"It doesn't work."

"Let me see... Humm... that's interesting... perhaps the uhhh the brown eyes could be a dominant recessive gene, perhaps from your grandparents?"

"Nope. Blue or green."

"...Humm that is strange... and the blood types... are you sure your mother gave you the correct information?"

"Yes! So what did I do it wrong or something?"

"No. I... Let me call your mom..."

"Actually Mr Rodgers, Mine doesn't work either," Florence spoke up,

"Humm... that is strange... Ohh! I see." He said, "You two must have mixed up your papers. See now it all makes sense girls."

"No! This is my paper I know it do you think I'm dumb!" Anastasia complained,

"I'm positive sir. I haven't even put my paper down. and it's in my daddy's writing." Florence added,

"You still call him your daddy?" Anastasia laughed,

"Yes, I do."

"That is so cringe, you sound like five!"

"Just cause you don't see yours!"

"Shut the fuck up, you little nerd!"

"Don't call me that!"

"Girls! Enough!" Mr Rodgers shouted, "Both of you, principles office. I'm calling your parents."

Newt rushed into the school checked in and bolted down the corridor to the principal's office, he was sweaty and gasping as he got there and found Y/n already sitting there with a coffee in her hand.

"Where's My daughter?!"

"Isolation room with mine I assume." Y/n shrugged, "Sit down he's dealing with a tack incident."

"And that's more important than my daughter!" he yelled, "Sorry... I uhh... I've never."

"Take a seat. He takes his time." she said patting the chair beside her, "I apologise in advance for anything my daughter did to yours."

"Your daughter did something to mine!"

"No! No!... It's okay. It's okay. I have no idea what happened they didn't say."

"Yeah, didn't tell me either." He sighed, "Sorry I'm uh not used to this at all, had to call out of work. Florence is a good little girl the only time I've been called to the office is when she won a science prize."

"This is not my first rodeo. Pretty sure they have me on speed dial in the office nowadays." she sighed, "but...Yeah, mine is not winning anything so I have no clue." She said, "... they usualy call the moms."

"Yeah..." He sighed, "She's uhh... not with us anymore."

"Sorry-"

"It's okay. You didn't know. It was years ago." He said, "And uhh your little girl's dad?"

"Oh god- if they can get ahold of him feel free to lecture him about her." she sighed, "God knows where he is. He could be building a motel at the top of Everest for all I know."

"Sorry."

"It's fine, Happy not to be around him." she chuckled, "it is gonna be a little awkward I turned Steven down for a fourth date."

"Steven- Mr Archer!" He gasped,

"Yeah..."

"You went on three dates with your daughter's principal?"

"I'm here a lot. He asked." she shrugged, "What about you? Any potential stepmom's?"

"No." He chuckled a little, "I don't even think I've been on a date since Lillian died."

"Really? Handsome guy like you?" She chuckled,

Newt blushed a little not used to being complimented, "T-Thank you, I uhh I have to admit I'm surprised you're not remarried. You are really cute." He smiled back at her,

"Daddy!" Florence called out as Mr Rodger's brought the girls down from Isolation,

"Florence! My little bluebell!" Newt bolted up and pulled her into a hug, "Are you okay? what happened?"

"What did you do!" Y/n asked,

"I didn't do anything!" Anastasia snapped.

"Can we all just calm down?" The principal Steven Archer sighed as he emerged from his office sending a young boy back to class, "Now if we can all get on."

Everyone filtered into the office with Mr Rodgers standing by Mr Archer's desk, Newt sitting with Florence and Y/n sitting with Anastasia.

"It appears there was a bit of a shouting match in Science this morning."

"A shouting match?" Newt asked in disbelief,

Y/n just sighed,

"yes, we were working on our genetic projects and the girls had a bit of trouble. It uhh it seemed their information just didn't add up quite right and a few insults were thrown back and forth but nothing more," Mr Rodgers explained,

"I see. Well, I'll let both young ladies off with a warning as it was nothing more, but I want you both to apologize." Mr Archer demanded,

"Of course, I'm sorry Anastasia," Florence spoke up,

Anastasia rolled her eyes before she spoke, "Sorry Florence."

"Thank you." Mr Archer nodded,

"But before we all go I would like to know... can we just double check these, it is part of their end-of-term project and... frankly it doesn't make any sense."

Both Newt and Y/n checked over the information and both agreed it was correct, but Mr Rodgers explained how it just wasn't possible. Outward of some incredible medical anomaly, and how strange it was that with a simple swap of the girls over it would perfectly fit adding on to their shared birthday it was agreed Newt and Y/n would take the girls into the doctor's and get this checked out.

Y/n invited Newt back to the house and the two sat having coffee still going over the paperwork from the doctors. They kept debating how on earth this could have happened. The girls sat on the couch, Florence reading her book and Anastasia on her phone.

"Well I know one thing, I'm going to see the lawyer tomorrow." Y/n sighed,

"Ohh yeah. One hundred percent. I am happy to go in with you on this." Newt agreed, "I will write whatever statements are need."

"Thank you," she nodded, "So... what do we do about this? We've been raising each other's kids with no idea."

"I have no clue... I mean, I've raised Florence well Anastasia well... You're daughter. For the last fifteen years."

"I know, I love Anastasia more than anything." she explained, "But... I don't want to take Florence from you...but also don't want to be without Anastasia... it's a weird situation."

"We could... do like joined custody?"

"seems messy."

"True."

"Should I just take Anastasia then and you take Florence?"

"No. I still want us to see them." she sighed, "I guess we could try keeping our Biological kids and have weekends with the raised."

"Yeah, that sounds good." he agreed, "But keep their names are they are? to avoid confusion for us... and for them."

"Yeah, I think that's fair."

Y/n made her way up to the guest room that she'd put Florence in for now to give her time to adjust to everything. But found her on the bed crying.

"Florence, what's the matter sweetheart?"

"I miss my daddy." She softly whimpered,

"You uhh... you mean-"

"Not... this daddy. My daddy."

"I know... this is complicated." Y/n sighed taking her hand, "I know this is hard to get used to. But today I promise we can do whatever you want go wherever you like. We can go shopping?"

"I don't really like shopping,"

"Ohh okay, we could go for a run maybe to the gym together?"

"No thank you."

"Is there anything you wanna do sweetheart?"

"Can we go for a walk? To see my mummy... not you. I mean other mummy."

"Of course." She agreed,

Newt sat looking over his calendar trying to plan out the next week's meals just as Anastasia came down.

"Ahh hi honey," he smiled,

"Hey." she blankly spat,

"So I was thinking you and I could spend a nice day together, Saturdays were always for me and uhh... for me and Florence."

"Eww who spends Saturday with their dad? I'm going out."

"Oh? Where? with who?"

"The mall. with my friends."

"Did you ask?"

"No."

"Then you're not going."

"What the hell!"

"Don't take that tone with me, young lady."

"You're not my dad!"

"Yes, I am!" He yelled, "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to yell, I know this is a strange situation Anastasia but you can't just shout at me and go around without asking me."

"I'm going to the mall to look at makeup not like I'm out at a house party or anything,"

"Nevertheless, you didn't ask and you're fifteen so either we can go out together or we can stay home whichever you like."

"Ugh!" She yelled,

Y/n finished up her make-up and grabbed her handbag as she headed downstairs,

Florence sat on the couch her head in a book as usual, "You look really pretty,"

"Awww thank you, sweetheart," She smiled,

"You going anywhere special?"

"Mhm, my date says he's taking me out for dinner and dancing."

"Oooooooh,"

"Yeah it should be fun," she smiled,

Just then the doorbell rang,

"Would you like me to get it?"

"That would be very kind thank you,"

Florence happily went to get the door and immediately she smiled, "DADDY!" she jumped into Newt's arms,

"Hey there bluebell," He cooed,

"Did you come to visit me!"

"I uhh I'm not actually here to see you tonight but I am very happy to see you of course,"

"Oh... then why are you here?"

"Well, I uhh..."

"Hey," Y/n smiled,

"Hey," Newt blushed a little the two sharing a quick kiss,

"Gross." Anastasia glared forcing her way inside and sitting down on the couch,

"You girls have fun okay." Y/n smiled,

"Not likely." Anastasia snapped,

"Ana enough." Newt glared,

she scoffed,

"Anastasia," Y/n warned,

"Fine."

"Thank you," Newt smiled at her giving Y/n's cheek another kiss, "I'll see you later okay Florence?"

"Okay," she nodded giving Newt another hug and Y/n one too before going inside to sit with Anastasia even if the two weren't really happy together.

"Come on let's go." Y/n laughed happily taking Newt's hand as they headed off on another date.

Y/n sipped her coffee trying desperately not to glare, Newt sat beside her adding sugar to his tea. The girls ignore each other as all four sit inside the mall.

"I do not know how to manage her,"

"I don't know, she's a strong-willed girl."

"I know It's probably just not be being used to it but... It's not getting any easier."

"I know how you feel, Florence is such an angel."

"Thank you," he smirked,

"You're welcome," she chuckled, "But she does... get under feet along."

"Clingy."

"Yeah... I'm just not used to having a kid who... likes spending time with me,"

"But we can't exactly swap them back now, what will they think of us... just cause we rasied them doesn't make them our kids."

"True."

"Hey. I want money." Anastasia glared,

"There should be a word somewhere there," Newt told her,

"Please." she glared,

"Okay... here is twenty." Newt began getting his wallet out and counting out twenty dollars for her but Anastasia took his whole wallet,

"I don't think so." Y/n glared grabbing it from her and handing it back to Newt, "Take Florence with you,"

"Eww no."

"Ana. Do it."

"Ughhhhh fine."

"Florence, come here sweetheart," Y/n cooed, "Here you go, twenty go and have fun."

"Thank you," she smiled, "Where do you wanna go first?" Florence asked taking the money,

"Makeup Obvi." Anastasia sighed,

"Ooh... I don't wear makeup,"

"You should."

"Ana!" Both Newt and Y/n warned,

"I'd like to go to the bookstore," Florence offered,

"No!" Anastasia glared,

"Please... can you take me then daddy or mother," Florence asked,

"Here how about this." Y/n took ten dollars from each girl, "There ten each go to the bookstore and take as long as you like, and then come back here and you can get the other then and go to the makeup store together,"

"Seriously? But I want make up not some gross old books."

"You don't need makeup you're lovely as you are, I'm sure you can find something you are interested in," Newt told her, "Florence can help you out I'm sure,"

Anastasia rolled her eyes but walked off so Florence followed happily behind,

Newt smiled taking Y/n's hand and kissing her, "You are a genius,"

"Thank you," she smirked,

"Now... do you think we get a little alone time now?"

"Yes we do," she smiled giving him another kiss,

Y/n yawned as she made her way down the stairs rubbing her eyes as she cradled little baby Lucas in her arms,

"Awww good morning my little boy," Newt smiled taking Lucas from her,

"Morning," she smiled giving him a tender kiss,

"Morning my beautiful wife," he cooed,

"Good Morning," Florence smiled hugging Y/n,

"Morning sweetheart," Y/n smiled,

"Hold still you'll mess it up," Anastasia told her trying to do Florence's eyeliner before school, "Morning,"

"Morning," Y/n smiled back, patting her head,

"All done, come on or we'll be late," Anastasia said grabbing her books,

"You girls have a good day," Y/n smiled,

"And remember both of you get above a B on that maths test it's pizza for dinner," Newt told them,

"We can hope," Florence chuckled as the girls headed out to walk to school,

"awww little boy's very squirmy this morning," Newt laughed as he held Lucas,

"Yeah, maybe he's in a mood,"

"Maybe he's been swapped by an imposter too." Newt laughed,

"No, no I'm positive. this little guy's ours." Y/n smiled fixing Lucas' soft blonde hair,

"I know, he's all ours." Newt smiled looking into Lucas's big blue eyes and kissing the boy on the nose. 

[basichextechml]

Did You Want Flowers?

Wednesday Addams/Fem!Reader

Rating: General // 1.4K Words // Fluff, Wednesday tries dating, She’s just kinda too quirky for it tho, Established relationship // Requested: Yes, original request can be found here

Wednesday tries something foreign to her- yet familiar to most

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     Jericho was a small town through and through. One movie theatre, a few clothing shops, one supermarket, and one cafe. Try as you might, boredom was inevitable. Whenever you and Wednesday found yourself with time on your hands- and she was amicable enough to let you drag her around- you’d buy her a cup of coffee and sit at The Weathervane.

     It was an awful day. Sunny, with not a cloud in sight. Truly detestable.

You watched people stroll throughout the town square, idly sipping from your mug as the day passed on. Wednesday peered silently over her book. She’d have her nails ripped from their beds before admitting she cherished these moments. You looked wistful, like the grim reaper waiting for someone’s time to come. She hoped you’d be looking her way soon. Fate was torturous, though, as you watched a scene unfold beyond the window from your cushioned seat.

     “Awww,” You cooed, blindly pushing down the spine of her book to grab her attention. She’d become soft. It was already on you. “Look- they must be on their first date.”

     Across the street, in the town square, sat two kids. At least twelve. They were obviously nervous, doing a poor job of concealing the blush on their cheeks. Wednesday watched in apathy as one of them lugged out a bouquet of flowers bigger than their head. The roses didn’t even have thorns on their stems.

     “That’s adorable,” You mumbled reverently, returning to your cup of coffee, “It reminds me of our first… outing.”

     Wednesday continued to stare out the window, wondering if your words held weight. Did you two really seem like bumbling, love-ridden, buffoons?

     The kids across the street hesitantly embraced, before one sniffed the bouquet. She rolled her eyes, yet they landed on you staring out the window again.

     Wednesday realized something suddenly. Something that made her feel… inadequate.

     She’d never given you flowers.

     Did you want flowers? With the way you were watching the kids across the street do their contrived courting ritual, she could at least surmise that you were interested. She couldn’t ask you, though. Flowers, traditionally, were given as a token of affection- but were also given without their recipient knowing. A spontaneously revolting display that reinforced traditional stereotypes about love.

     So why did she feel bad for not giving you flowers?

     Snapping her book shut, Wednesday shoved it into her bag and stood abruptly.

     Flinching, you watched in bewilderment as your girlfriend vacated the booth, standing next to you, yet facing the door. As if she were waiting for something. Wordlessly, you grabbed both of your unfinished coffees and linked your arm with hers. Despite your sudden exit, Wednesday provided no context as to why she wanted to leave in the first place, and your confusion followed you back to Nevermore.

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     If you wanted flowers, what kind would you want?

     Wednesday wasn’t quite sure. This would explain why her eyes held such fury as she stared down the flora of Nevermore’s greenhouse. Perhaps she was willing the useless flowers back into the dirt, asking only the ones you’d like to stay put.

     It would be her death before she’d admit it, but Wednesday was a little lost.

     “Oh- Wednesday!”

     The girl felt her eyes roll back painfully at the ever-cheery disposition of her botany teacher. Though, this greenhouse was Thornhill’s territory, in a sense. That didn’t mean Wednesday had to be tolerant of her presence.

     “Miss Thornhill.”

     “So, what brings you here? It’s such a beautiful day,” The woman gestures to the tall windows, the pouring rain pelting them from the outside storm, “I’m sure you’d want to be outside.”

     Furrowing her brow, Wednesday contemplated telling the truth. Miss Thornhill saw a twitch in the girl’s lip, nearly pulling into a sneer, before her tempered gaze was on her.

     “I’ve come to ask for some flowers.”

     Miss Thornhill blinked once, then twice, and kept her calm smile. “To give to someone?”

     Wednesday turned away from her teacher, beginning to walk through the fauna, expecting the woman to follow. “Don’t act coy, it doesn’t suit a woman of your position.” A roundabout way of saying yes, and effective in her own way.

     “Well,” Thornhill started after a moment, “I have been cultivating some Sweetunias. Perhaps she’ll like those?”

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     Wednesday felt like the village idiot sitting in the field with a bouquet, simply waiting for you to arrive. She had forced Enid to text you, requesting that you meet her after your last afternoon class, and trusted you wouldn’t be late. The chain in her pocket rustled as she pulled out her pocket watch and flipped open the front, ticking away the minutes until you were meant to be here.

     The sweetunias were passable, with their dark velvet leaves, and she had Thing collect a few hollyhocks and a bushel of elephant ear to cushion it. She’d made many floral arrangements for a multitude of funerals, but this bouquet was undoubtedly her best work yet.

     She couldn’t believe she had made you one though, what sort of fool searched for flowers at the one sign their significant other wanted some? One would think she were her father, and that would be a sordid day in history for humanity.

     “Wednesday?” You called, and she turned around to look at your figure coming over the rolling hills. You pulled up your scarf around your cheeks, tucking the ends into your jacket to prevent them from flying off. Wordlessly, and with great effort, Wednesday stood up, grabbed your bouquet, and held it out to you.

     Stopping in your path, your eyes wide, you simply stared at the outstretched gift.

     Why weren’t you saying anything?

     Wednesday felt her mouth go dry, an affected response to what she could only perceive as rejection- she felt stupid.

     Tearing her eyes from yours, she pulled to bouquet back to her side, the rustling of butcher’s paper- wait.

     At your sniffle, she looked back up immediately. But instead of tears, your nose was bunched up, eyes shut tight, and head tilted back before-

     Achoo!

     Flabbergasted, Wednesday tensed as you sneezed again, and again, and again. You just kept sneezing- until your hand came up and pointed shakily at the flowers.

     She really was the village idiot.

     Untying the twine that held them all together, she turned with urgency to the direction the wind was blowing, and tossed the flowers- watching her work flutter into the tree line.

     You were allergic to flowers.

     Hastily pulling out a napkin from your pocket, you blew your stuffy nose, crumpling the paper back up, you shoved it into your bag. Through teary eyes, a mass of black came into view- silver threaded initials of W.A embroidered into the silk handkerchief. Taking it gently into your hands, you treated it with a bit more care than the paper one you’d swiped from the dining hall, and wiped the tears that dotted your lash line.

     “Thank you,” You said, tearfully wiping away the evidence of the, rather embarrassing, sneezing fit you’d just endured. And to your gratitude, Wednesday asked-

     “Why didn’t you tell me?”

     Cocking a brow, you looked towards the treeline where the twine on the bouquet was caught on a branch. “Tell you what?”

     “That you were allergic to flowers.” She says with indignation, turning to where you were looking. She was pouting- even if she hadn’t realized it.

     Sighing, you smile, eyes and nose still watery, “It just never came up I guess- was I meant to tell you?”

     A small silence washed over you both.

     “Then why were you staring at those kids?”

     You loved her, you really did- why was she so fucking cryptic all the time?

     “The kids?”

     “The kids from the street. The ones that were on that date,” She strains, as if you were stupid for not remembering right off the bat.

     You searched your brain for a moment more- “Ohhhhhhh- The ones with the flowers- Ooooooooooooh-” You gasped, affronted with the realization that Wednesday thought you wanted flowers. Staring at her, mouth agape, you come to understand the situation.

     With her pointer finger, Wednesday clicks your jaw back into place, shutting your mouth.

     “You wanted to get me flowers.”

     “Shut up.”

     “You saw me looking at them and thought that they’d make me happy.”

     “If you know what’s good for you-”

     “You looooooooooove me-”

     “They’ll find your body at the bottom of the lake.”

     As you pulled her into a vice grip, tugging at her sleeves, kissing at her cheeks, Wednesday wondered why she even bothered- as if she didn’t know.

[m0chisenpai]

May I request Miles 42 with a s/o with a great singing voice like Halle Bailey?

Spiderman Across the Spiderverse

42!Miles Morales x black!reader

Not gonna lie this made me reminisce on my old choir days. Thank you so much for sending this request and my apologies on its late arrival!

You were a choir girl and Miles automatically assumed you were like the other snotty nosed girls who chugged hot lemon tea by the gallon, sprayed those weird throat sprays in the halls, and refused any form of dairy because 'it messes with your mucus!'

Truth be told, you were nothing like them. Yes you had dreams of making it on broadway, but you knew a girl with your background had little chances of landing a main lead without facing public backlash. Miles met you through a friend of a friends girl. His homeboys girl was in the same section of you and so whenever his girl was with them you would show up. Miles had suspicions she was trying to hook you up with him.

And it worked.

He came to your concerts, dressed decent, large bouquet sat in his lap waiting for you that had some of your fellow chorus members eyeing you in jealousy as you walked past. He'd pick you up from the academy on the weekends after attending competitions to walk you home, helped you memorize lines for auditions and musicals.

But the irony of it was that Miles never once heard you sing on your own When he requested a solo from you, you would brush him off.

"Solos make me feel all...vulnerable I don't know" you huffed brushing his requests off.

And he knew you could sing. Your choir director knew it, that's why you were in the top row of your section. Your voice washed over the fellow altos of your section blending beautifully. But that's what you preferred to do.

Blend in and not stick out.

The rain came down outside setting the absolute perfect ambiance for this lazy weekend. No rehearsal, no competition, no extra lessons.

Your LED’s set to a soft blue to compliment the Disney movie playing on your cluttered desk. Surrounded by hair gel, black rubber bands, combs and among your other things.

Miles sat in front of your bed with his head resting on your lap, eyes fixed on your set up. Mac on the desk playing whatever Disney princess mermaid you liked. He took you three times to see the movie only loving how your eyes lit up seeing the beautiful black mermaid on the screen.

“It’s just healing my inner child is all” you whispered through glassy eyes as you watched her kiss the prince.

It took a dozen kisses, and a pack of munchies for him to agree to watch the movie again today.

You worked a comb carefully through Miles’ coils, gently detangling the hair and clicking your tongue as you separated to look at his scalp. The gentle scrap against his scalp, your nimble fingers massaging was enough to make his eyes droop.

“Keep doing that and I’m gon fall asleep” Miles mumbles through a handful of chips.

“Awww, poor baby” you coo as you continue to massage his scalp after taking the last braid out. You shook your hands out cracking your knuckles.

“Alright baby, go ahead and use my sink to wash your hair out. And make sure you wash it good. Your scalp is starting to get a little dry.” You gently ran your hands through his combed out hair huffing softly to yourself. The boy had good length.

“Mhm, massage it with that spiky thing right?”

“Yes because it-”

“Stimulates my scalp and helps the blood flow and grow it out I know, I saw them videos you sent me” he drops the chips down next to you and plants a fat, cheesy kiss on your cheek which makes you screech and throw punches at your cackling boyfriend.

“Miles you're CHILDISH” you grumble getting up and grabbing the gel and combs with the rubber ties till gentle music fills the room. And you start feeling the words and joy bubble up as your song's instrumentals flood the room.

Miles focused on scrubbing his scalp with Miguel, Mielle? Whatever the brown and green bottle was next to him that had your and now his hair smelling all earthy and minty.

And as the boy scrubs the shampoo and wrings his dripping curls off into the kitchen sink, he pauses. Because there's singing coming from your room.

He shrugs it off and goes back to getting rid of the stubborn suds and spots of his hair. Then the singings getting louder and sounds more present than just a laptop.

He doesn’t remember the movie having vocals like that. He picks the shirt up from next to him to dry and keep his dripping hair from getting your carpet wet. And he pauses a moment at your door leaning against it.

“....what’s a fire and why does it, what's the word? Burn?” And Mile can’t help but linger watching you stand, eyes fluttered shut as your voice crescendos with the computer.

“When’s it my turn? Wouldn’t love, love to explore that shore up above?” Damn. Miles raises a brow, now he sees why you were in the top seat in choir. Your breath never wavers till you take the breath following that note. Your voice hushed as you finish the song, “out of the sea, wish I could be,”

“Part of that world.” Your smile brightens and warms him up as you finish the song.

Miles almost doesn’t want to break the serene look on your face, maybe even wait out long enough for the next song to play. But the shirt is starting to soak his shoulders and you said something about moisture is important, so he reveals himself coming from around the corner. “How come you don't sing for ME like that?”

The way you yelp and jump is comical and makes Miles huff with laughter as he walks back in.

“MILES you can’t be sneaking up on women like that!” you smack his arm and he falls to the ground letting out a dramatic whine. But you can't fight the giddy feeling in your chest and the smile on your face as you take your seat on the bed and Miles is back with his body in front of you.

"You really think I sounded good?" you mumble as you begin to slowly run conditioner through his hair.

"Yes, mami" he tilts his head back to catch your gaze, and yiu take in how soft his eyes look matching his tone. And now he's paying attention to the movie, because he demands you sing the entire movie to him.

[toasty-melons]

abby comforting reader who has a bad relationship with their mom? i need her comfort n to tell me that i’m not my mom cause i’m having a whole ass breakdown n need abs to hold me

honestly darling me too.. i’m so so so sorry i took this long to get to your request, but it’s been sitting my drafts for a while (bc i’ve been a bit insecure abt posting it)

if there’s grammar errors squint bc i’m not rereading this

Here you are.. Sitting in your car for the past 20 minutes, trying to get your tears to stop. You don’t want Abby to see you cry, even if she already knows about the relationship you have with your mom.

But Abby’s never seen you cry over it before. Never. Not once.

You’ve always made absolute sure that your tears are either spilled in the shower or in bed after Abs has fallen asleep.

But the stresses from the past week have built up. Your work being especially exhausting, your mom getting in touch with you to basically just make you feel bad about yourself, and then today. You had an argument with your dad, that ended with him mumbling something about how ‘you’re just like your goddamn mother.’ And it hurt.

Your mother is terrible. She’s mean, manipulative, inconsiderate, hateful, disrespectful, vindictive, etc. She’s just a terrible person. And you’ve always told yourself you’ll never be like her.

The sounds of light rain hitting the windshield having you cursing under your breath. After wiping your tears and fixing yourself up in the rear view mirror, you gather your things and make your way inside your shared home.

After closing the door and kicking off your shoes, your hit with the smell of Abby’s cooking. And then the thought of someone loving you and taking care of you like Abby does, makes you think you don’t deserve it. What if you are like your mother? Abby doesn’t deserve that. The tears start to well in your eyes once again, so you lean your head back to keep the from falling. Placing your hands on your hips and sniffling to keep it together.

“Babe? You home?” Fuck. Abby’s sweet voice makes the tears finally fall. Your body knowing that all you want is her to wrap you in her arms and kiss the tears away.

Scrunching your face and taking a deep breath, you brace yourself as Abby walks around the corner a smile plastered on her face but soon wiped away. Concern furrows in her features as she slowly approaches you.

“What’s wrong?” Her words are soft, almost whispered, as she gently removes your hands from their place on your hips and pulls you into her broad chest. “Are you hurt?” The shake of your head puts Abby at some ease, knowing that you’re physically okay. She nods and runs her hands up and down your back slowly and soothingly.

After a few moments of silence, other than your sniffles and hiccups, she speaks up again. “Can you tell me what happened?” You peak up at her through your wet lashes, tears still spilling down your cheeks. Abby chuckles and coos a sweet, ‘awww babyyyy,’ while softly wiping your tears away.

Pouting you try to tell her what happened, hiccuping after almost every word. “My- *hiccup* mom gave- *hiccup* me- *hiccup*..” Having trouble understanding you Abby shushes you and rubs her thumbs over your cheeks.

“Hey hey.. deep breaths sweet girl.. There ya go, just like that.” Listening to her and taking a few deep staggered breaths, you lean into her touch. “Now start over and take your time.” Abby’s little smile warms your heart. Nodding you try and start again.

“My mom gave me a hard time this week. And work has sucked basically everyday, and- and.. and then my dad.” The mere mention of your dad has a lump forming in your throat again. Abby’s soft touches against your cheek has you swallowing it down and exhaling harshly. “And my dad and I got into a fight today.. and he said I was just like my mom.” Watching Abby’s face contort into confusion and slight agitation has your stomach dropping.

“He said what?” Her tone is not as sweet as it was moments before. But from the way your lip quivers and tears well up again, Abby quickly softens and shakes her head. Pulling you back into her chest before speaking again, “You, my sweet girl, are nothing like your mother. You hear me?”

Sniffling, you quietly mumble against her, “but what if I am-..” She cuts you off with the click of her tongue before you can finish. “But Abby-..”

“No.. You are so good. So kind and gentle. You’re caring, compassionate, and warm-hearted. Baby.. you are such a good person I don’t know what I would be like without you, but I know I wouldn’t be this good.” Squeezing you in her arms, she presses kisses to your forehead and whispers a soft ‘I love you.’

You push your face further into her chest and mumble, “I don’t deserve you.” You can feel her shake her head before she whispers to you,

“You deserve everything and more.”

[missamyrisa2]

miss amy, what would you do to tease a shy girl with very sensitive buttons who wants to know if she could cum just from tickling them?

Hmmmss~ I do believe I would scoot behind you my darling sweetie girly girl, chuckling knowingly as I playfully glide my fingers under your top. Ooh yes, look at this ticklish cute belly. Do you have a lovely giggle button? It's okay, relax my sugardoll, you can giggle it all out here. Or squeak, or snort. Whatever you'd like as I glide my nails along your twitchy skin and explore this adorable little button. I'll just guide you through all these gentle touches as I chuckle in your ears and nuzzle your neck gently. That's my fingers spidering up around your tummy and sides, now just my nails exploring up to your riiiibs ~ and mmmh. Why, you have a pair of adorable buttons right up here don't you? I love your belly giggle button but I think your royal girly buttons are even cuter ~ Tickle tickle blushy boo, you can giggle it all out. Wiggle all you like too~ I'll tickle you all the way through, yes my darling. My fingers love your buttons, oh yes they do. Adorable little curves up here, some niiice tickle spots in your underboob too and ooh ~ I think your sideboobs are ticklish ~ and now we circle around and around those buttons ~<3 Mmmhmm. Coochie coo my giggly angel. You're so sweet and adorable like this, all blushy and bashful. Awww, does it feel good?

This top is cute, but~ wouldn't it be nicer if~ there we go, up, up, up it goes my giggly butterfly, and now we just toss it over here. There we are~ and I'll let you feel the softness of my silky top grazing your naked back while I lean in to whisper and coo in your ear. My fingers are gliding up your naked ribs my bashful betty ~ my embarrassed Ember ~ you're such a meek Melanie you shy Shelley~! And let's seeee where are those buttons ~ mmmhhmm ~ one button here, tickle tickle ~ and oooh, ahhhh~ you have two girly ticklish buttons don't you? Do we need a recount? Let's make sure ~ gotta be sure now. And we'll need a nice gently graspy giggly inspection too, so I'll just take my fingers and swirl around the mound and then hold each of these lil regal nubs. Let's see now~ One ticklish button ~ two ticklish buttons! Need another recount? Onneeee ticklish button ~ twoooo ticklish buttons! How about a third opinion? Maybe a fourth? We need sooo many hand recounts mmmmhmm~

Oooh? Oh my gooodness? Are you begging and pleading and wanting so much loves but you just can't get the words out because you're so adorably ticklish and you love your tickles and your Amy and you just can't stop wiggling huh? Let's get my legs over yours then. Ahh yes, you can bounce and wriggle and writhe allll you like my coy catherine, I'm gonna tickle you all the way through. Just liiiiitle touchy toos on your tatas ~ why it's only little droplets of rain on your sweet chest now, little pokies and strokies and there we gooo gentle massagies ~ and why yes, that is a makeup brush caressing your nub now~ we'll get these cute girli buttons all pampered and sweet. Hold still now, this miiight tickle. I'll just hold you like this and thereee we can dust each button oh yes we can ~ Don't you love how cute and girly and tickly makeup brushes are? This is a blush brush, a blushy brush brush for my blushing beauty. Are you my blushing beauty? Come on, say you're my blushing Belle ~ say it through those silly giggles or I'm gonna tickle you more ~ No? I'll get you to say it rosy Rosie ~

Aww, my sweet dilly dolly~ were the tickles so much? Did you get all fuzzy? You didn't even seem to notice I laid you back and now you're all mine ~ mmmhmm ~ now I can realllly inspect these blushy giggle buttons ~ I'm gonna hold them and you can wriggle and squiggle because now I'm gonna mmmmmmuahh ~ sweet soft brushy kissies for these stiff lil buttons~! mmmmuah muah muah~ kissy coooo~ awww look at how much your sweet royal girl buttons love this!~ And they're getting so purpley pinky ~ how adorable, how sweet how utterly cuuuute~ let's try the tongue~ can the tongue do it? Light soft loving tickles swirling sweetly over your buttony areas and then riiiight to the tips! mmmhmmm and kissies and lil raspberries for them tooo~ and then it's the palmies~! Oh, you don't know what palmies are? Why my sweet stephanie, that's where your buttons are ever so swollen and cutely standing at attention and wanting ~ and I hover my palms over them with these barely there lil grazing tickles. See, the texture of my soft palms and the lines are so perfect for a featherlight massage because they contour around your amazingly beautiful bashful buttons! Aww ~ can the tickles do it? Can they do it? Let's find out ~ Let's seeeee if we can tickle your girly buttons allll the way through to a lovely ticklegasm~

[mutsky]

love sea ep 6 running commentary

i think im finally in the right headspace to watch this (on the clock remotely)

-aww hes still wants to dress up his little ken doll

-if mut doesnt care what he wears might as well get him something nice

-mut: hes 30 but he has aegyo down

-the fluff i cant sooo cute

-sister there is still rice on your plate finish that first

-this is the first time tongraks eaten in his adult life so proud

-not his white wine mom coffee cup

-muts just like me ... has a death note

-mahasamut is the perfect man i knew hed be bc tr is like mames self insert ofc shed give herself the best male lead

-peats pretty eyes

-damn mama owns all of bangkok

-my poor meow meow

-prapaisky call backs we are so up

-ok vienus williams

-congratulations to love sea for being the first ever bl to pass the bechdel test (they passed it ep 1 but wtv)

-they just called her bitchless

-whyyyy is he getting in bed in jeans

-ok paid body pillow

-if i say the hands on the face is the most erotic thing thats happened in this show id be the bad guy

-tongraks literally gagging for it

-damn

-connor came too in the book :( wheres our white boy

-i love you island rain and sky

-finally some sense

-khom and tongrak have the same necklace/earring combo in different colors connor you are not slick it was bogo huh

-yeah terribly

-the picture is sending me

-when did he put on pants

-ngl im probably one of two people that care about connorkhom so i am enjoying this interlude

-its also HILARIOUS how connor only exists off screen

-no his phone is in muts hand how would he get in the taxi

-these two sulky kitties

-the only one out of the 4 of them with any sense is khom

-theyre literally 2

-"hug me" vie is too much

-gaslight gatekeep girlboss your way back into your girls heart

-these are not 13 year olds they look 5

-awww sad puppy is back

-30 year old man squeals into a pillow but is soooo not in love

-she has access to the internet which is BAD

-NO YOU CANT READ THAT

-poor meena she has to be so vigilant :(

-yeah mook is sorta useless here

-tis a bit weird to have a 20 year old picking up a 13 year old hes not related to but i think its fine there are precautions in place

-using your uncle to get dessert a+ tactic incredible

-woah how do you know these words

-shes right this is a call back

-i think kaimook would beg to differ

-cuteeee awww

-he went from sad to horny in two minutes

-jesus fucking christ

-it could be her other grandma ... right?

-shes gonna take mook to france huh

10/10 no notes

[fortheloveofowen]

Luke Patterson College Au

Summary: Just some Luke college! This is more or less if Luke was in college NOW lol IDK if that makes sense, but just pretend it does

Warnings: Man-whore Luke (I eat it up), mentions of sex, mentions of drug use/alcohol use, I'm in love with Luke I'm so delulu

Note: I am literally just working, and I'm bored so typing this on my work computer :) I hope you guys like this one, I've been wanting to make a Luke college au so so badly ;) Also guys I dropped out of college soooo living vicariously through this rn

𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩

Major: Childhood Education

Minor: Music Composition

Was on the hockey team freshman and sophomore year, but quit once his band started getting booked

Can't y'all just see him as the cutest little elementary school music teacher like showing his students his guitar and talking about when he was in a band awww

Luke and Alex definitely have a shared house off-campus and they like throw parties like it's nobody's business

Definitely tried to join Alex's comic book club, but was quickly kicked out because he spilled soda on Reggie's collector's edition of the original Spiderman comics

"Dude, do you know how expensive this was? Like, for real?"

Luke is definitely known as somewhat of a player around campus and pretty much everyone knows who he is. He can usually be found with his tongue down a random girls throat

But, that's what college is about for him duh

He never wanted to go in the first place, but when his parents put that check in his lap to send him to school what else could he do? Especially when his buddy, Bobby, told him about all the hot chicks running around campus

So how do you meet Mr. Luke? Well, you were couped up in the library preparing for this god awful Bio final that has been stressing you to the point of pulling your hair out when you hear some.... children's laughter???

You look to the main double-door entrance and see a gaggle of children that can't be more than 5 or 6 years old barreling through the doors

And what shocked you most was... Luke Patterson leading this wild pack of children into the building??? I guess you had just never taken interest in what his major is or really anything about him, so you couldn't be too sure what his intentions were

A quiet Luke puts up a finger to his lips and begins counting down from 10, attempting to shush the kids he was directing

"Hey guys, can we quiet down please, we can't be too loud in the library! shhhhh"

And you're like is he soft? and good with kids? Definitely not soft (or so you think right now hehe), but he is great with kids

The kids are shuffling around the library, giggling at the pages in the anatomy books while Luke sits at a nearby table

"Are they bothering you? I knew it was a bad idea to bring them here, but I-I-It's about to rain... had no idea where else to take them..."

And you're just like huh? Because one, why is he talking to you, and two, this is not the same douchebag player you thought you knew. But, you end up telling him that they're fine and you continued studying until your roommate, Julie, asked if you wanted to meet up for dinner

You don't end up seeing Luke for a while after the first meet, and you had long let him disappear from your thoughts

That is until your friend Flynn decides to drag you to a party to "celebrate" finals being over (Even though you'd rather be couped up in your room rewatching Scooby Doo if you were being honest)

The house wasn't anything too crazy, donned with LED lights and some old beer cans strewn across the porch

You had been drinking with Flynn for a while, the fresh smell of marijuana and vomit stinging your nose as you waltzed around the house

Your bladder quickly caught up with you, though, as you excused yourself from Flynn for a second to find a pisser because you know you can't hold your pee while you're drunk

So, you're bobbing around sticking your head into pretty much every single room when you finally come across a door at the end of the hallway

You turn the door handle, astonished to find it unlocked, but you let yourself in and...

There's Luke... hands under a tiny blonde girl's shirt as he kissed up and down her neck

"Oh my god, I can... I am so sorry let me just go!"

You shout almost too eager as you swiftly slam the door and make your way back downstairs, ready to tell Flynn the shit you just walked into

But, alas, your friend is sitting on the couch with Reggie, one of Luke's closest friends, you've come to find out so you averted your attention to the kitchen

It was quiet in here, other than the small bits of banter going on around you in the almost empty kitchen

You stared into your cup of whatever concoction Flynn had made you when you're startled by a sudden presence to your left

"Hey, you're the girl from the library right? Sorry about uhhh... the bathroom sitch.... just doing my civil duty haha"

Luke slurred out as he hoisted himself onto the kitchen counter beside you

You nod your head, not really trying to engage with his "type"

"You wanna dance? Everyone else here is so boring..."

You and Luke head out to the living where masses of people were dancing along to whatever rap song was blaring over the speaker

Luke instinctively holds you by the waist as you sway the entire night, especially when you sway to his bedroom and then to his bed and then.... you get the picture

And Luke took care of you that night, kissing your shoulders, looking into your eyes as he kissed up your stomach bro omg I am getting ahead of myself

But, anyways, you wake up and immediately feel TONED HANDSOME arms around your waist and you're like??? because this is definitely not your bed and who is this man?

Your eyes peak out over the covers and you have the biggest "oh fuck" moment of your life because YOU JUST SLEPT WITH LUKE PATTERSON

So, without thinking you swiftly jump up out of bed and search around his room for your clothes, but not before you're interrupted by a groan and a yawn coming from the bed

"Shit..."

You mutter under your breath as Luke peers at you through hooded lids

When did he become so beautiful and why the hell hadn't you realized until now??

"Good morning to you too... You're leaving already? Didn't enjoy the show?"

He wiggles his eyebrows at you are you're like oh... my... god I gotta get out of here so you scurry off without much of a goodbye, but not before Luke puts his number into your phone

This goes on for a while, you sneaking over to his house, sleeping in his bed, waking up in his arms, and then spending the morning talking and eating breakfast. But, no lovely-dovey shit... ever

It had become somewhat of a routine, but for Luke, this wasn't normal

He'd sleep with a girl a few times, but then ditch her before things could get too serious

But now he's got himself a drawer of your clothes, and your smile embedded in his brain

So you're over this one time and you both had woken up rather sleepy due to the events of the prior night hehehehe

And Luke is just staring at you so lovingly and it was different than any way he had looked at you before

And he just instinctively wraps you in his arms and spoons you

You're like

"Luke, didn't we say that cuddling was off the table if we're awake? We're not like together, remember?"

And he freezes and is like

"We're together. We sleep together, we spend the mornings together, we are quite literally the definition of together..."

Aww he just chews on his thumb and looks up at you through his eyelashes and just kisses you

You and Luke are the couple that literally everyone is digusted with

He constantly needs to be touching you and will literally wait outside your classes so he can flash you that geeky smile and chuckle while holding out some food or coffee

He just wants to take care of you in all ways possible

Finally lets you come to one of his band practices and everyone is like

"Wow you're significant other is so cool, Luke!"

And he just gets antsy and is like yeah I know now leave them alone before I get jealous hehehe

Such a jealous boyfriend and sometimes you have to remind him how much you love him and he can get really insecure but he finds that comfort in you

Practically thinks you are gold and literally nothing in this world could compare to you

𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩

Alrighty y'all that is it for now, but I hope you likeeee

[unaloid]

thoughts on The Wanders and The Little Guy?

lets watch more episodes today! i did the other one so wanders

s2 is the wander backstory season.. s1 we know fuck all about him, then s2e1 they come out da gate swinging (that wander isnt his real name) then e4 they drop this one.... JUST WOWWWWW! i wonder if there is even a "right answer" for what happened to him like if that was intended to be revealed at some point, i think probably not. there is no real answer........but thats the end of the episode isnt ittt i guess i should watch it first ^_^

LOVELY SYLVIA! the 2 of them in this are so awww aw awwwaww

actually, i like that she calls this wander females. not just dressing as a girl but this is a girl wander so he is 1/100 girls. but i think it is more than that like 50/100. gender over yonder... HE IS FEMALES TO ME :D i like "obsessy" wander too. i like when he is mentally unwell. this episode must be about all the things that make me like him.

WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU!!!!!! AAUUUGHHH!!!!!! i think this episode is only a little funny but creative and heartful so i smile a lot. i kept laughing at the lovely wander that hugs sylvia's tail.

me and my friend watch mlp together, and just earlier today we watched "too many pinkie pies", so now 2 of my favorite characters have done this. pinkie pie is the same to me, i love her happiness but i like to think of her mentally unwell side. u need rain to make a rainbowwwww

[hisui555]

Hazbin Hotel Thoughts : Foils 6

Masterpost here

On that one, I've been honored to receive a request. Which, despite my best attempts at playing it off with coolness and apathy, brightened up my day like nobody's business. Even my cynism shut up. Well played, @phoenixlionme, well-played. I see your dastardly plan is working.

So as per said request, we'll be perusing Vaggie VS Lute as foils, with maybe a sidedash of Charlie VS Vaggie as well, and sprinkled over with the teams Charlie & Vaggie VS Lute & Adam.

Starting with the beginning, both Vaggie and Lute are angels, both were in the Exorcist ranks, with quite the similar haircut and haircolor - white, short-cut in a straight bob, and both were under Adam's command, and noticed by him : Lute is clearly Adam's bestie of sorts (given the lot of fistbumps, also they're always seen together, and while she calls him "Sir", that little smile he has to her at the end implies the friendship is genuine) at the very least - while Vaggie was noted by Adam to be "one of my top girls", and so skilled at skewering people apparently that he named her "after the best thing ever". Sadly, it wasn't "lasagna".

However, their paths diverge completely the moment then-Exorcist Vaggie spares a demon child (a kid from Cannibal Town) and the two find out : Lute is even the one to personally mutilate Vaggie, ripping out one eye and her wings (by hand for the last one instead of with angel steel) while Adam takes her halo, making her a Fallen angel by definition. Even as an angel, Vaggie showed compassion, despite an apparently very high kill-score, while Lute is a complete zealot fanatic hellbent (...hah) on killing every demon she can - she has sheer, pure hatred for them, and is very bigoted towards them : her comment on Charlie and Vaggie's love being "vile and blasphemous" ? While it does echo homophobia, it's also, from Lute's POV, an angel in love with a demon. Miss Monochromatic over there is discriminating in either case, be it on gender or species, if not both. And a hypocrite to boot : angels don't make mistakes and shouldn't be killed by demons ? They literally left Vaggie to die in Hell, either by her injuries or getting offed by a demon at her weakest state.

Also, how in the hell didn't they manage to clock in that their own weapons can harm themselves at that moment ? Lute literally slashed and tore Vaggie's eye out with her goddamn angel steeled SWORD, and it didn't grew back. Boy when smarts rained upon the world these guys were the only ones with an umbrella.

But Vaggie ? From the get-go, she's more open-minded, and while her flinching at Charlie's glowing red eyes in the shadow - which all but spells "demon" - was out of fear and having just been hurt, yet immediately accepted her compassion and kindness (and even more, given their body languages at that moment. Awww). Her having been an Exorcist might have been more out of a sense of duty and thinking protecting Heavenbound souls against Hell was her job, instead of Lute who does it out of absolute zealotry and Adam doing that for shit and giggles. It's possible that (warning, speculating here) Lute might have been the very first Exorcist, or at least in the first wave of them, given her golden eyes - like Adam, who's the first human soul in Heaven but has been confirmed human, I mean, duh - while Vaggie might have been a more recent arrival and given her supposed backstory, might also have been an ascended human : she is Hispanic (supposedly Salvadoran) and speaks Spanish both in the pilot and in Ep 5 when the Loan Sharks attack the Hotel, also hinted by the afterlife-grey skin she and another Hispanic character, Carmilla, sport. Which would mean that as a human, she had more sympathy for others than a possibly-born angel, Lute.

Vaggie meets Charlie, and from then on, is heavily implied to be the sole person in Hell at that moment that actually took Charlie's ideas about redemption seriously. She just has been disgraced, Fallen (a common point with Lucifer), but seeing the Princess of Hell having plans and devotion to save her own people, the ones Vaggie used to participate in killing every year ? While there might be guilt and a will to pay back the favor attached to this, she genuinely believed in and supported Charlie's project, even playing bodyguard, advisor, and manager, as well as being her partner and girlfriend. She's Charlie's steady support at her side, just like Lute is Adam's : both teams genuinely care about each other, but unlike Lute who lets Adam be his fratbro cretin self, Charlie and Vaggie both communicate, exchange (well, on almost everything), on equal grounds. Which is why Vaggie not telling Charlie her secret deeply hurt the latter, and to boot, given that absolutely NO ONE gave Vaggie any shit for having been an angel or an Exorcist as demonstrated in Ep 7 (the worst they do is mocking her chest-size), Charlie's feelings are quite founded : Miss Understanding and all that. Not to invalidate Vaggie's either, she must not have been proud of what she did, and needed time.

But funnily enough, they both act as the hype-woman to someone with proefficiency in singing : Charlie is known to randomly burst into song and literally uses that to pitch her Hotel (also per lore her mother's singing empowers demonkind), Adam is a flat-out rocker that mentions also playing in a band. However Lute acts like a stern, stone-faced groupie enabling Adam's worst traits and relishing in living them too, while Vaggie is more of a safety net for Charlie and will tell her what she thinks is doing wrong ("Life isn't a musical hon." Jokes on you sweetheart, the show you live in pretty much is.), and actually be there as an equal and partner, a crutch, a shoulder to cry on and a listening ear when Charlie needs it (Ep 5 when she calls Lucifer for help), which Charlie is more than happy to reciprocate (Ep 3 when Vaggie feels bad about her trust exercise failing). Their reprise of "More Than Anything" pretty much spells it out.

Lute and Vaggie also play the sterner, more down to earth one to their respective partner's sillier personality. An interesting thing is that Vaggie also knows how to accept mercy, and kindness, having picked herself up with Charlie's help three years ago, and steadfastly been on her side ever since. Lute however reacts to mercy with total disgust, and her answer is to literally tell her assailant to finish her off, or ripping her arm out in an attempt to fight back. Adam when shown mercy has a full blown tantrum about how better he is than anyone. I mean, true, Lucifer and Vaggie both spared them to 1 : hammer the nail down (Lucifer : "How does mercy taste you little bitch ?" Vaggie : "Live and remember it's only because I've let you.") and 2 : because someone else intervened in Lucifer's case (Charlie : "Wow, dad. He's had enough.") but fact is, it's two people - funnily enough fallen angels - on the supposedly wrong side of the cosmic existential afterlife elevator doing it to actual angels. I repeat, ANGELS. From Heaven. Seriously these guys couldn't pour water out of a boot even with the instructions glued to the heel.

Lute shows what Vaggie could have been if she had let the murderous tendencies get to her - both are surprisingly quick to resort to violence, but Vaggie does it out of wariness and annoyance, and a will to protect her loved ones. Lute is flat-out self-righteous and bloodthirsty. Lute could've been Vaggie in a less toxic and holier-than-thou environment. Vaggie has always been humble from the start, seemingly taking no pleasure in the annual killings, and saw it as a duty in a different way than Lute : possibly without hatred, and without all-consuming rage and want for violence. They're both utterly loyal to their loved ones, but Lute is the darker side of that loyalty - letting it happen, enjoying the carnage. They have lots of qualities and flaws that makes them mirrors to each other.

On Charlie VS Vaggie, it's kinda obvious, but hey, might as well while we're at it : one is the dreamer, the other the down to earth one. Charlie is very energetic, highly dynamic, basically a big friendly dog in the shape of a demonic young woman acting like a Disney princess with the very wrong kind of kingdom, also a literal fire user and affiliated to fire in general. But her usual anger is restrained, colder (especially in Ep 7 at Vaggie), with semi-controlled bursts : she may turn into her demon form, but it takes a LOT to make her pass on the actual offensive - Valentino is lucky Angel was there to deviate it, and even when Pentious got vaporized, Charlie may have entered her demon form, and skewered Adam's shoulder with her pitchfork, but she's still holding back, as seen when she transforms her arm further to protect her dad from Adam's sneak punch. Vaggie on her side is calmer, sterner, pragmatic, more no-nonsense though she does know how to have fun ("this is gonna be your whole day !" [clap]), yet is more hot-blooded and quicker to anger (given the shenanigans around her, I'm not blaming her). It's also amusing to see them in combat (cute as they are) : Vaggie wields the spear, the more powerful Charlie wields the shield - up to when she decides some KFC rejects should get hurt for killing her friends and that's when she pulls out the pitchfork.

Vaggie has also sharper features in her design (the eye, the chin, the nose and facial structure, her hair is mostly sharp angles) while Charlie's are rounder (down to the bubble braid), despite being respectively angel and demon. Lute and Adam in their uniforms look more demonic than both of them, to boot, with their masks on. This also shows how they complete each other very well, underscoring how their personalities are a nice match, but also how much work they both put in their relationship - they are actively seen talking to each other, exchanging ideas, telling what happens (again, mostly) and most of all caring about each other, both in a giving and a taking way, mutually. Is it any wonder they're one of the sweetest and most functional couples in Hell ? (We have Ozzie & Fizz and Millie & Moxxie on the same list, so, yeah).

I hope you enjoyed, especially you @phoenixlionme, hope this filled what you wanted to read. If you have any requests, I'll be happy to see what I can do with them !

Again, Masterpost here.

[the-fiction-witch]

I'll Think About It

Media Godless

Character Whitey Winn

Couple Whitey X Reader

Rating Flirty

Requested Could you do one similar to the scene from Godless where Whitey is flirting with Louise (who's Y/n) and then he starts getting all upset cause he doesn't think she likes him. 

I walked the dusty New Mexico wilds off to the river to get some water the rains of my horse in hand, no point wasting the little water we had in Labelle just to water my garden. So I loaded my horse and headed off, and of course, I had barely gotten halfway through LaBelle when I had gathered myself a little tag along. But I couldn't blame him, Bill was back in town with is a rarity meaning whitey finally had some time to do as he wanted which effectively meant until Bill heads off on another adventure, I have myself a little lost puppy following me everywhere I go. 

He had his own horses' reins in hand as we walked together chatting about La belle Business, the only other sound was the swish of the grass and the bell on my horse buttercup reins, 

"I don't know how someone with such delicate ears can stand such a racket."

"Delicate ears?" 

"I woulda thought you wanna protect 'em" 

"Would I?"

"On account how how pretty they are,"

"Pretty? my ears?"

"I think so,"

I chuckled a little looking at his dirt-covered face, his greasy hair, his tattered dirty jumper, his shirt that I swear at one point was white, his tight trousers and boots, his hat on his saddle in an attempt to be a gentleman, the side of his mouth turned up into his usual dorky smile, "Was that your attempt at flirting Whitey?"

"Kinda," He shrugged, 

"I see," I nodded, "Try again," 

"Uhh alright..." He chuckled, "You're lookin' a little red y/n,"

"Am I?"

"Yeah? You got a sunburn? or are ya just always this hot?" 

"Ohh god that's awful," I rolled my eyes, "Come on you have to have a better one,"

"Ya look like trash,"

"Excuse me," 

"Ya look like trash, Would you Let me take ya out?"

"Calling a girl trash is not the best start to flirting Whitey,"

"True, How about?" he suggested, "I lost my teddy bear,"

"Awww you still sleep with a teddy?"

"What No! I uhh-"

"Get on with it,"

"I lost my teddy bear, will you sleep with me instead?"

"There's are terrible,"

"I have more, come on you have to like one of them,"

"Alright," I rolled my eyes,

"How about, Are you French?"

"You know I'm not whitey,"

"Cause Ma-Damn." he smirked at me, I didn't even dignify that with a response just glaring at him, "Or, Are you an antique collector?"

"An antique collector?"

"Yeah, cause I have some junk that hasn't been touched in years," 

"AHh yes flirt with a lady by bringing up your junk."

"Did the sun just come out? or is it just ya smiled at me?"

"Where in New Mexico the sun is always out," 

"Did you do something to my eyes?"

"Likely the sun,"

"Cause I can't keep them off ya,"

"We're not socks, but we'd make a great pair."

"I've never seen you wear matching socks in your life whitey,"

"I ain't a doctor but I'd happily give ya my heart?"

"You need your heart to live,"

"Ya hand is lookin' kinda heavy, could I hold it for ya?"

"My hand is fine whitey,"

"You're lips are lookin' a lil lonesome? would they like to meet mine?"

"how are they getting worse?"

"Were your parents bakers?"

"Yeah you know they were,"

"Cause ya a cutiepie."

"Okay, that's mildly good,"

"yes! success."

"Not success, that made me chuckle,"

"Aww... how about.. what's your shirt? I think its girlfriend material."

"It's cotton."

"I'm a little lost.

"In life?"

"Maybe you could give me directions to ya heart?"

"I mean if you're removing your own to give me then they you can surely guess where mine is?"

"Are you a time traveller? cause I see you in my future."

"We live in the same town you will whitey,"

"Are you from Tennessee?"

"No, you know that."

"Cause ya the only ten I see."

"one point for wordplay,"

"I'll take it! what about aren't ya tried?"

"from listening to your terrible lines? yes."

"no, from running through my mind all day."

"You walkin' alright Y/n?"

"Yes, why?"

"would have thought ya could have a bad leg or somethin'," He smiled, and I glared a little confused about where he was going with this, "Well... ya might have hurt yaself when you fell from heaven."

"More like crawled up from hell." 

"If you're here who's running heaven?"

"The crows of evil,"

"I must have had a heart attack cause all I see is an angel,"

"Lot of heaven and angel-related ones," 

"Here I am."

"Okay?"

"Where are your other two wishes?"

"My god, that's awful, why would I wish for you whitey?"

"You're... really not impressed by any of those?"

"No? you thought I would be?"

"...Kinda yeah,"

 "You're not good at this flirting thing are you?"

"I thought it was alright," He said his smile dropping,

"You are definitely going to need some better lines if you going to be seducing girls?"

"'cuse me?" 

"Yeah, I know your type whitey," 

"My type?"

"Umm flirty little deputy with all the lines, trying to pick ladies up around Labelle."

"I... I get this idea you dislike me." 

"dislike?"

"yeah, you've snapped back at every nice thing I've tried to say to ya,"

"Whitey, I'm only kidding,"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I don't dislike you whitey,"

"really cause you sound like you hate me,"

"I don't hate you, I do like you."

"There a but?"

"But I just think you're just cocky, immature, and getting yourself a clean shirt wouldn't help."

"You think?"

"I do, you need a damn bath,"

"Yeah, I keep hearing that," 

"Don't you think you should do something about that then?"

"You don't have to be mean Y/n."

"It's not mean whitey, do you honestly think you don't need a bath?"

"Well yeah but-"

"do you smell yourself?"

"...not that much,"

"I'm not saying it to be mean, and I don't hate you whitey. I just thought you know we had the kinda relationship where we insult each other and you laugh it off."

"Yeah, sorry... guess I kinda overreacted."

"its fine, some of your lines were cute."

"You think?"

"some of them,"

"Do you think you'd... maybe... you know?"

"I'll give you one more shot."

"One more shot to try and impress ya?"

"One more."

"... hummm...." He pondered, "Ohh, Nothin' lasts forever."

"Very true whitey,"

"Will ya be my nothin'?" 

"I'll think about it," I smiled,

"Really?!"

"I'll think about it,"

"So... ya do like me?"

"I never said I didn't," I smiled giving his cheek a kiss which made him turn bright red before I walked ahead of him, "You coming or not?"

"COMIN'!" I happily chased after me excitedly, 

[allaboardthevespa]

Let's go everyone: time to share my Ellabby headcanons

Been wanting to get these out there for a good long while. I won't HC too much about what happens in the present season cuz it's still airing, but this is how I see them as a couple.

So when everyone grows more used to Gabby's eccentricities or Ellie helps everyone accept her more, I can definitely see Alec, Jake, Dan (once he apologizes for trying to vote Gabby off), Ashley+Will and Drew getting along with them best. They all keep in touch with one another post-DC. And I definitely see Jake and Ashill going "awww!" when they're being affectionate or exchanging words of love...while Drew just holds up a piece of paper saying "Nice" lmao

In terms on if they met the contestants of Total Drama...I feel like they'd get on best with Bridgette (especially her), Geoff, Izzy, Owen, Dawn, Ella, Jasmine, 2023 Emma (provided she's not still dating Chase) and the Vegans from RR. Maybe Gwen too.

It's already canonically confirmed that Gabby owns a LOT of pets, though given her father didn't take care of them well...oof. Well when they move in together they're gonna get a LOT of pets. Like...a LOT a lot of pets.

Ellie's the kind of girl that usually is introverted, quiet and often a little snarky, but I get the feeling she just melts like putty when she's with her girlfriend, and they tend to be quite affectionate in public. Nothing over-the-top or constantly make-outy like Geoff and Bridgette, but they love to give each other hugs, lots of kisses on their forehead, nose, cheek and a few lip kisses too, and exchanging lots of "I love you"s and terms of endearment.

Speaking of which, I see them as a pet name-using couple, but nothing sugary like "sweetiekins" or "googoopie", but rather simple ones like "my love", "darling" and "honey", or pretty-sounding ones like "forest rose" and "twinkling star". Gabby's favorite pet name for Ellie is "Sunset Angel" while Ellie's favorite pet name for Gabby is "Nature Princess".

Given the kind of person Gabby is, they don't go to big, bustling cities often for their vacations, often preferring less busy places like small towns and countrysides.

They also love having picnics. Especially in parks and gardens, or on beaches at nighttime.

Along with picnics, one of their favored kinds of dates is to simply go on nature walks together in quiet places like a forest or a meadow, just enjoying nature and one another's company.

They. Love. Exchanging flowers. Gabby's favorites are tulips and hyacinths while Ellie's favorites are peonies and lavenders. They often sneak in some red roses too to represent their love for one another. (Oh and they love stitching flower crowns for one another two.)

They're both pretty ticklish. However I feel like Gabby's the more ticklish of the two. Ellie loves tickling her simply cuz it makes her happy to see Gabby laughing (and she LOVES the way she laughs)

Every night when there's a full moon, they go out to cuddle underneath it together. Even if it's raining, cuz they l-o-v-e to kiss under the rain

Ellie's great at playing guitar and is an AMAZING singer when are we going to get a musical DC season???. She often loves serenading her girlfriend when they're out on nature walks or moonlit cuddles. (Definitely seeing her singing some girl in red tunes here. Especially "we fell in love in october" or "I'll Call You Mine")

Close to their second anniversary I feel like Ellie worked with some of her fellow DC campers she befriended in season 1 and the likely All-Stars season to bring Gabby on a safari vacation to Africa. And on the night of the anniversary itself (which was also a full moon night), they went on one of their nature hikes through the beautiful wilderness. The entire time, Ellie told her just how much she loved her, more than anything else in the world, and how happy she made her - and at the climax of that night, Ellie proposed to her. Yes there were tears of joy, from BOTH of them.

At the wedding, which took place deep in a forest just like Gabby would love, almost everyone from DC was present (not gonna say who's banned yet depending on how the rest of Season 1 goes...Yul's definitely banned though), as well as a good amount of Total Drama contestants. Alec was their best man while I get the feeling Lill and Ashley were their maids of honor. They gave one another wedding rings with star ruby gemstones (also Dan is the ring-bearer because yes). Oh and since Ellie wished to work in fashion, Imma say she designed both her and Gabby's clothes. Also Kai being their officiator won't leave my head cuz he's a very nature-minded person and he'd definitely see a good future for the two of them.

I see them moving in together in a cabin or cottage in a forest or mountainside (these two girls give big cottagecore vibes)

I'm seeing them use IVF to have their daughter. As for names I'm seeing something nature-related like Rose/Rosie/Rosita, Autumn, Daisy, Willow or Hazel.

Well that's all I'm coming up with for now, time to rest my brain lol

[liviavanrouge]

"Youngest" Sister

Livia: *Grumbles*

Azul: What's the matter?

Livia: My Papa gave me dragon printed pajamas.

Kalim and Epel: *Laughs, wide grins on their faces*

Livia: IT'S NOT FUNNY!!

~~~~

Silver: Want me to carry you?

Livia: I can walk

Shadow: Silver, she's obviously tired, carry her

Livia: I'm fine!!

Callisto: Let me do it, Silver might fall asleep

Livia: I can walk by myself, I'm not a clumsy toddler!!

Callisto: Up you go!

Livia: NOOOOOOOO!

~~~~

Livia: *Stomps her feet* I WANT MY NAP BLANKET! I DON'T WANT A NEW ONE!!

Golden: Awww Livy, it's in the washer right now

Maria: Why don't you use mines for now!

Kiara: Yeah Maria's has a similar cloth texture

Livia: ....fine...

Maria: That's our widdle sissy!!

Livia: *Gasps* DON'T CALL ME THAT

Maria: Sorry, kitten!

Livia: NOT THAT EITHER!!

~~~~

Golden: *Laughs* Livy has always been like that

Golden: She still eats cereal with a fork when her mind isn't fully awake~

Golden: She always pouts when she gets no milk when she scoops up cereal

Vil: Goldy baby...

Golden: *Chuckles* I'd reach over and wipe her mouth clean when she's done~

Vil: .....why do I feel insanely jealous right now?

~~~~

Livia: *Snores quietly, her head resting on the table, cake frosting around her mouth, her fork laying on the table*

Silver: *Wipes ger mouth with a napkin, a fond smile on his face* Livia, I'm not surprised...

Livia: Cake...

Silver: *Picks her up* Maybe next time, let's get you to bed...

Livia: *Yawns, Silver patting her back*

~~~~

Shadow: Can you all NOT spoil Livia!?

Silver: Shadow, you do the same thing

Shadow: Yeah, you right, anyway, Silver can you give her this diamond embedded bracelet to her

Silver: Of course, I was gonna give her these new fantasy and history books

Golden: Oh, I got her a new rapier, can you hand this off to her?

Maria: And I got her that book on mushrooms she wanted!

Silver: Of course, I'll deliver all of these, she'll enjoy them

~~~~

Maria: Poor Livia, she really wanted to go to that carnival...

Callisto: What carnival?

Silver: There was a carnival that came to the island, on the last day it suddenly rained and we couldn't go

Kuro: Livy shed a few tears then said it was okay and that she could wait till next time...

Callisto: There's a carnival at my school right now, grab her and let's go! Gotta keep our youngest sister happy!

Maria: *Beams* Alright!!!

~~~~

Kuro: *Cracks his back and sighs* Man!

Silver: She fell asleep on the way?

Kuro: She was heavy! I don't understand how you all can carry her!

Silver: Heavy?

Lilia: Livia is pretty light to me...

Kuro: You guys.....you all are insane, I swear to the sevens...

~~~~

Livia: Pranks!? We get to prank!?

Lilia: *Chuckles* My little girl, you can tell she's the youngest of my teenage kids, she loves her some chaos!

Livia: I AM NOT the youngest teenager of the family!

Lilia: Haha! She's in such denial~

Livia: IT'S THE FRICKING TRUTH!

Lilia: Language~~

~~~~

Silver: Isn't it Livias nap time, where is she?

Livia: *Walks in, rubbing her eyes*

Silver: *Looks at her* Ready for nap time?

Livia: *Blinks in confusion* Hm? I just woke up from nap time

Kiara: *Perks up surprised* HUH!?

Maria: Oh did widdle Livy read herself a bed time story and take her nap time, she's such a big girl now!!

Livia: .....is that an insult or a compliment?

~~~~

Vil: I can see why Livia gets babied and spoiled rotten...

Golden: *Laughs* She's the cutest thing isn't she!?

Vil: I have to agree, yes, she is quite adorable in a way...

Vil: *Sighs* Too adorable...

~~~~

Livia: *Lays asleep in her dragon onesie, hugging her nap blanket close*

Livia: *Turns over in her sleep* Silver...carry me...

Silver: *Walks over and picks Livia up, carrying her to her room*

Lilia: *Chuckles, watching them go*

~~~~

Livia: Don't ruffle my hair! I have pigtails in!!

Ralph: But you're just so cute~~

Livia: *Huffs*

Lilia: *Ruffles her hair chuckling* He's right, Livy~~

Livia: *Pouts, flicking her ears* Whatever...

@queen-of-twisted @yukii0nna @zexal-club @teddymochi

[omgpoindexter]

what are you top 5 fave nurseydex fics you've read? (a girl is needing recs)

oh yay!!! first of all i have to admit that over the years i've dipped in and out of omgcp tumblr and therefore have been very bad at staying up to date, so most of these are quite old. they are my favourites for a reason, however! also i did 6 not 5 lol <3

to be alone with you by @alocalband Will and Derek spend their junior year learning how to live together, learning how to be friends, and, eventually, figuring out that they'd like to be more.

i actually only read this fic recently, but it’s instantly one of my new faves. it is SO well written, the characterisations of every single character are perfect, and the story is so beautiful. i’ve reread it a few times already!

in so many words also by alocalband Derek writes a short story. That's his first mistake. His second is getting it published.

idk why but i absolutely live for fics where everyone on the outside knows what nursey and dex are up to except for them, and this one is really good at it. the ‘derek “nursey” nurse is unchill’ tag is very accurate in this case.

in front of the same small bathroom mirror by @geniusorinsanity It's not surprising that sharing a room changes things, but neither of them expect the most important conversations in their strange, awkward friendship to happen in their shared bathroom. (Or: five conversations Dex and Nursey have in a shared bathroom, and one in bed.)

i absolutely adore this story. dex and nursey learning to coexist and care for each other is so special to me and this fic captures it perfectly. honestly, anything by shelly is going to be a must-read, but this one is really really wonderful.

it drops with the gravity of rain also by geniusorinsanity It happens like this: “I don’t--this is a bad idea,” Dex says, his lips still tingling, his hands shaking on Nursey’s hips where he’s shoved him away. “This is a really bad idea, Nurse. I can’t--We can’t do this.” And there’s hurt in Nursey’s eyes and his bottom lip is swollen from Dex’s teeth, but he says, “Okay.” And then, “It’s chill, Dex. Just friends, then.” It happens like this: “Actually,” Nursey says, talking more to his granola than to them, “I kind of have a date.” It happens like this: When Nursey calls, Dex almost doesn’t pick up the phone.

another wonderful fic by shelly - i reread this one all the time. it’s such a lovely character study of dex and it tackles the subject matter so well. content warnings in the end notes.

things you said by @quidhitch / @maangoes “Awww, looks like Dex appreciates a lady in uniform,” Nursey teases, tucking his feet a little further beneath Dex’s thighs. “You have a thing with the head cheerleader back in high school Dexy? Hold her pom poms and kiss her whatnot?” Dex seems to be contemplating something, and Nursey figures it’s one of his lame clapbacks like your mom’s a pom pom. He brings the bottle to his mouth, smiling around the lip of it. “Actually, I’m more of a captain of the football team kinda guy.” Nursey chokes on his beer.

i always come back to this one. it’s just so sweet and funny. i remember reading it years ago and it has stuck with me all this time.

today the sun comes in by @playedwright Will looks beautiful, Derek thinks, and it isn’t fair. Time has done nothing to lessen the extent of his feelings, either. Derek realizes a little too late exactly why he was nervous. It has been four years, three months, and five days since they graduated from Samwell, and Derek is finally facing the undeniable fact that at some time during his college years, he fell in love with William J. Poindexter and never got around to falling out of it.

this is one of those special fics that stays with you. i have never been to seattle, but this story made me homesick for the city. mars is such a gorgeous writer and this fic is a perfect example of it! (also i miss u mars!!!)

this was fun, i've missed reccing fics! i hope i could be useful! maybe i'll do some more recent ones if I manage to keep up to date with the nurseydex tag <3

[rambosgirl]

🦉Positivity owl reporting for duty! This was sent by a friend who wants you to smile as much as your posts make them smile. Please list five things that make you unique, four things you are super passionate about and why, OR three of your favorite memories. Feel free to send the owl to those who you feel deserve to smile🦉

Awww I love this!

Five things that make me unique:

I'm very musical! I play the flute, piano, violin, ukulele, and sing.

I'm in college studying a combination of degrees, Animal Science and Psychology

I got married young (barely 20) and I'm loving every minute! (I also want a bunch of kids but pregnancy scares me so we're not gonna for a while) (Specifically I want a bunch of boys and a few girls cause I think it would be ADORABLE to have all the boys be so protective of their sister(s))

I'm such a girly girl. Ball gowns, makeup, frolicking through a meadow, all of it. I also have a tiara collection that takes up MUCH of my closet.

This is kinda weird but like... I get my period every 3 months instead of the usual 1. It's ver interesting in a 'idk what my body is doing - ever' kind of way

Four things I'm super passionate about:

Horse training!! It's what I want to do for my career, and I just feel so alive when I do it. I love building connections and friendships without saying a word, it just feels magical in a way

My family. I come from a family of 7, and we're super close. I have a special connection to all my siblings and parents (who did/are doing an amazing job), I just love them all so much. I know good families are something not everybody has, and that really makes my heart ache for anyone who doesn't have this (If this is you, know that family is something you can build with your friends and that you aren't alone, and I love you)

Going along with the horse training, my dream is to have a family farm where I can run my horse training business but ALSO raise my kids and be at least a little self-sufficient. (you never know when the zombie apocalypse is gonna happen XD) I want horses, cows, and chickens, and I've recently been thinking about goats too... Oh, and I want a big garden and orchard! I love fruits and berries, so lots of those. And flowers too

My religion! I feel like it allows me to be the best version of myself I can be, and the people are so nice :)

Three favorite memories:

My wedding day. It was rough, nothing went as planned bc of the rain we had to switch indoors (I dreamed of getting married at my aunt's ranch for my entire childhood and it didn't happen) we had close to no decorations bc they were at the ranch, just UGH! BUT! The people who came to my wedding were the best, they helped decorate, my dentist actually became the DJ, and I ended up having so much fun with my friends and family. Not to mention, I married my BFF, and now we have a sleepover every night (yay!)

I don't remember much of my childhood, BUT I love every memory I have of playing Barbies with my sisters. We always had the most unhinged plotlines to our games but there was always serious TEA. Looking back it was a fever dream but one I would love to go back to.

Any memory of my old project horses. I built special connections with them, and I love them so much. Especially with this one spicy Appaloosa mare, I would be working with her alone, she was SO wound up, mean, fearful, just everything. But I kept at it and got her to a place where she wasn't afraid anymore, and spending time with her became so peaceful I can't even put it into words. She still had her spicy personality, but to be honest I would not change that about her even if I could. She wouldn't be herself without it. It felt like we were in our own little world. And while I taught her a lot, I feel like she probably taught me so much more (I'm crying rn btw)

Dang, I needed this, thank you so much anon!! ;-;