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[shambles-rambles]

got my worm bowl back from a glaze fire!!

also got one of my commission pieces fired

bee soap dish!!!

I’m super happy with how they turned out :D

[luveline]

Hi Jade, for a Halloween ask could I request tasm! Peter or James trying to persuade their s/o to dress up in a couples costume? Tyyyyy

When James comes home that evening, it’s with the attitude of a man entrenched in love. Like, you’ve suddenly become a more enticing woman, his honeymooning, doting, squeezy sort of affection timesed by a thousand. He takes your face in the middle of the living room and holds you like he’s worried you might walk away. 

“Alright,” you whisper. “What do you want?” 

James holds you imploringly. “Oh, please, I just want one favour.” 

“You never want just one favour, James.” Still, you draw a heart over his face with your eyes and resign yourself to saying yes to whatever whim it is he’s going to ask of you. 

James smiles. He’s never not smiling, genuinely, but he reserves a softer super-happiness for you, and blesses you with it whenever he feels you’ve done something inconceivably kind. It’s the first sign of peril. 

He has a plethora of ideas and none you like. The first being M&M’s. Then, I’ll be Jack and you’ll be Sally. No, I suppose I’m not skinny enough. He offers Gomez and Morticia; salt and pepper; a vampire and their unwitting victim, wherein he’s the victim, of course.

“I feel like all of these require too much body paint,” you say. 

“What about…” He brings your hand to his lips. “Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Black?”

“Darling,” you say, lovingly disapproving, “absolutely not.” 

“But what will we be, otherwise? I’m running out of options.” 

You’re on the sofa now. James lays across you, a little big for it but too sweet to push away as he opens your hand, talking against your palm. 

“You haven’t suggested beans on toast.” 

“Would you–” He stops as you laugh. “Tease.” 

“I have the perfect one. We’ll be Sirius and his unavoidable penchant for mischief.”

“So, Sirius and Remus.” 

And while that would be funny, you have a far better idea in mind. You lean over him and turn his face by the line of his jaw, murmuring in his ear. “We’ll be lovebirds,” you decide, knowing the cheesier the costume the better, that a handmade headband and onesie will make his entire year. “How’s that? You can dress me up in feathers. And when everyone asks–”

“It’s brilliant. God, it’s inspired, it’s magnificent,” he says, but it’s all so soft you’re not truly listening, letting him pull you down for a kiss. “We’ll be the talk of the town.” 

Sirius will piss himself laughing, but James will be happy. “Glad that’s sorted.” 

[ortegahaze]

bleeding heart

pairing: Wednesday Addams x gn!reader

synopsis: determined to impress your girlfriend, Wednesday Addams, on Halloween, you gift her a vial of your own blood. A fainting mishap turns the gesture chaotic, but Wednesday’s amused rescue reveals she might just share your dark affection.

warnings: mentions of blood and needle, fluff, humor.

a/n: happy halloween to those who celebrate! i wanted to share something themed, and what better choice than wednesday addams? i’m also close to finishing a requested katie torres story, as well as the second part of anyone but you.

word count: 1,6k

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You’ve been dating Wednesday Addams for three intense, darkly enchanting months, and you’ve learned that choosing the right gift for her is no easy task. She finds most gifts either pointless or painfully sentimental. But it’s Halloween—the one night of the year when the world aligns with her tastes: mysterious, morbid, and a little dangerous. So, you decide it’s worth the risk.

After much thought—and far more of Enid’s “enthusiastic” help than you planned for—you settle on a gift you’re certain will impress Wednesday: a heart-shaped vial filled with a drop of your own blood. It’s unique, bold, and deeply personal. If there’s anything that might move her, it’s this.

Which is how you find yourself seated in Yoko’s dorm, nervously sweating on her sleek black couch as she holds up a butterfly needle and tourniquet. As a werewolf, you’re used to scrapes and bruises, but there’s something about needles that makes you feel faint. And with Enid’s wolfish grin and Yoko’s vampire fangs glinting in the dim light, you’re starting to question your “brilliant” idea.

“You know,” Yoko says, tightening the tourniquet around your arm with a wry smile, “most people would back out by now.”

“I’m not backing out,” you insist, though your voice wavers more than you’d like. You glance down at the tiny heart-shaped vial waiting beside you, its delicate glass ready to be filled and transformed into a pendant for Wednesday. If you can survive this needle-induced haze without fainting again, maybe Wednesday will recognize the depth of the gesture.

Enid pats your shoulder. “Think about how much Wednesday’s gonna love this! She won’t say it, but I bet she’ll be super impressed.”

“Oh, she’ll definitely be impressed,” Yoko grins. “You’re practically giving her your heart, you know?”

You laugh weakly, imagining Wednesday’s reaction, hoping she’ll see this gesture for what it is. That thought alone steadies you enough to hold out your arm. But as soon as the needle touches your skin and the blood begins to run through the tiny tube, the room starts to spin faster, and as Enid’s voice fades to a distant echo, your last thought is: Totally worth it if Wednesday approves.

When you come to, you’re lying back on Yoko’s couch with both her and Enid leaning over you, faces somewhere between amused and concerned.

“Alright,” The vampire says, holding up the half-filled vial with a smirk, “maybe you’re not exactly cut out for this.”

You groan, embarrassed. “I… I wanted it to be perfect.”

Enid pats your shoulder a little too enthusiastically. “It’s fine! We’ll just call Wednesday over. She’ll probably think it’s extra romantic that you fainted for her.”

“No way!” you protest, trying to sit up, but your head spins, and Enid gently pushes you back down.

Yoko is already tapping away on her phone. “Too late. She’s on her way to rescue her tragic, fainting puppy.”

Moments later, the door creaks open, and Wednesday steps inside, her gaze sweeping over the scene. She takes in your helpless sprawl on the couch, Yoko with the half-filled vial, and Enid’s barely-contained grin.

Her arms cross, and she raises a single eyebrow. “Would anyone care to explain?”

Yoko gestures toward you, barely hiding her amusement. “Your valiant partner here attempted the ultimate DIY tribute. We nearly lost them to their own romantic ambitions.”

Wednesday’s expression remains stoic, but there’s an unmistakable glint in her eye—a glint you can’t quite decipher, yet can’t resist either. “I see. And you thought it wise to assist them?”

Enid shrugs. “It was pretty romantic—until the fainting part.”

Ignoring Enid, Wednesday strides over and reaches down to help you up. “We’re going to your room,” she says firmly, grabbing the half-full vial and the equipment Yoko left behind.

You blush, both embarrassed and grateful. “I can walk, you know,” you mumble, though you sway a bit as you stand, and Wednesday’s hand stays firm on your arm.

Her lips quirk slightly. “Yes. You’ve demonstrated impressive physical prowess so far.”

You groan, leaning on her slightly as she leads you through the hallways, surrounded by the eerie glow of Halloween decorations. The school is draped in webs and flickering lights, shadows cast by paper bats hanging from the ceiling, and jack-o’-lanterns grinning from dark corners. Faint echoes of spooky music and the occasional laugh drift through the halls as students celebrate the holiday.

After a moment of silence, you clear your throat. “I know this was… a bit dramatic. I just thought it would be meaningful, you know? Like… giving you something uniquely personal.”

Wednesday glances up at you, her dark eyes slightly softer than usual. “There are any number of ways you could have shown that without requiring an emergency rescue.”

“I guess,” you admit, sheepish. “But it wouldn’t have been the same. You… make me want to do things that are a little foolish.”

A faint smile pulls at the corner of her mouth, though she doesn’t respond. She simply walks beside you until you reach your dorm. Once inside, she sits you down at your desk, still holding the vial and the needle. Setting the vial aside, she loops the tourniquet around your arm with practiced precision.

“If you’re still determined to finish this… gift,” she says, giving you a challenging look, “then I’ll do it myself. Unless, of course, you’d rather faint a second time.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes. “Yeah, like I’d ever pass out with you around.”

Wednesday raises an eyebrow. “Are you certain? The track record doesn’t favor you.”

You open your mouth to argue, but your breath catches as she lifts the butterfly needle, her gaze steady and calm. Without thinking, you reach for her free hand, gripping it tightly as she begins drawing the blood.

She glances down at your hand in hers, a slight flicker of surprise in her expression. “I suppose bravery is easier when you’re clinging to someone else.”

You smirk, tightening your grip just a little. “Bravery is in short supply around needles, okay? Consider yourself lucky I’m still conscious.”

A faint, amused breath escapes her, and she continues filling the vial, her voice low as she recounts her day’s events: her latest experiments, the endless irritations of her classmates, her determination to ignore them all. You find yourself relaxing as she talks in the calm, steady way she only does when it’s just the two of you. Before long, the vial is filled, and she carefully removes the needle and tourniquet. She disappears briefly to fetch a band-aid, returning to press it gently against the tiny wound.

When she holds up the completed vial, her eyes glint with something almost… reverent. Her fingers, cool to the touch, linger over the vial, and for just a moment, she holds it up to the moonlight as if it were a priceless relic. She’s silent, but the pendant’s soft glow says what she won’t.

“You’ve successfully turned me into my parents,” she murmurs, her voice a mix of irritation and faint amusement.

You can’t help a smirk. “Do you really hate it?”

She narrows her eyes, though there’s warmth in them. “Less than I expected.”

Taking a steadying breath, you reach for the pendant. “Let me put it on you?” The question comes out quieter than you’d planned, but Wednesday doesn’t pull back; she inclines her head slightly, turning so her dark hair falls to one side, baring the back of her neck.

You fumble only slightly with the clasp before placing the chain gently around her neck, the tiny vial resting just above her collarbone. Your fingers brush her skin as you fasten the clasp, and you feel her shiver, though her expression remains impassive, save for the faintest glint in her eyes. She holds your gaze, her usual dark intensity softened ever so slightly.

Stepping back, you can’t help the small surge of pride at seeing her wear it. “Look at that—I survived. Guess I’m ready for something far more daring. Like… a tattoo.”

She arches an eyebrow, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at her lips. “Your confidence is admirable, if poorly placed.”

“Hey, with you there to hold my hand, I could handle anything,” you say, meeting her gaze.

Her eyes soften just slightly, and she doesn’t pull her hand away. Instead, she traces her fingers over the tiny heart-shaped vial, now sealed and resting against her skin. “Then I suppose I’ll consider it my duty.”

You grin, warmth blooming in your chest. “You’re really making it hard not to faint all over again, you know that?”

She rolls her eyes but doesn’t let go of your hand. “Let’s get something for you to eat,” she says, her voice quiet yet surprisingly tender.

Later that night, you and Wednesday are seated at the far end of the quad, away from the Halloween festivities echoing through the courtyard. She’s wearing the pendant, the blood-filled vial catching the moonlight as she glances over at you.

“By the way,” she says, her voice a soft murmur in the night, “if you ever think to attempt something like this again, do inform me beforehand.”

You chuckle, leaning back on the bench beside her. “Oh, you’re so eager to torture me, aren’t you?”

She meets your gaze, her lips twitching in a barely-there smile. “Precisely.”

As silence settles between you, her hand brushes against yours with quiet familiarity. Sitting together under the expansive night, fingers entwined, you realize that with Wednesday, every gesture is equal parts peril and promise—and that, you know, is exactly why it feels so right.

[sapphic-kpop-fics]

Toxic (Im Nayeon x Reader)

Model!Nayeon x Actor!Reader

Angst, smut

“I know I should stay away from you, but I can’t.” “We both know you’ll be back for more.”

“Stop looking at me.” “I can’t. And I don’t think you want me to either.”

“They don’t make me feel the way you do.”

Baby girl Nayeon would never i know but when the inspiration flows it flows

It was a Saturday night and of course as an actor you had an event to go to, so here you were at your shared house with your best friend Jihyo,who’s helping you get ready.

“You know, Nayeon is going to be there.” Your dark haired friend breaks the silence as she’s helping you with some make up.

“I know.”

Jihyo takes a step back to look you in the eyes before scoffing

“Don’t even think about it.”

“What?”

“Do not talk to her. Do not even look at her. And definitely do not go back to her room after.”

“But-“

“No. She ruined you last time. And the time before. And the ten other times before that.”

“She’s not-“

“What? She’s not that bad?”

You are silenced at how predictable your words had become every time you talked about the girl in question.

“Y/n I love you so much but please for your sake and mine, stay away from her.”

“Fine.”

Jihyo doesn’t seem convinced but leaves it alone nonetheless, finishing your make up and allowing you to look in the mirror. A honk outside pulls you from your thoughts, your ride was here.

The drive to the event was definitely way too long and gave you too much time to think about Nayeon, and how bad you missed her but also all of things she’d done to hurt you. The beginning of the event was easy, random small talk with the others there. Nayeon was no where to be seen for a while but later in the night it was like all of the air got sucked out of the building and you knew she had arrived. You could feel her all around you, her presence was suffocating and magnetic all the same. You didn’t have to look up from your glass at the bar to know that she was behind you walking towards you like a predator stalking it’s prey, before she reached you some actor stops her and is obviously flirting with her, you admit it made you jealous even if she wasn’t your girlfriend anymore your shoulders tense and you’re not sure if it’s from the jealousy or the impending doom of knowing she’s going to come over to you. Nayeon knew you were in earshot and she was using it to her advantage, openly flirting and even agreeing to seeing the man sometime in the future. The man walks away, too happy for a man in your opinion, and the sent of your exes floral scented perfume fills your sense, it’s intoxicating in more ways then one, like you’ll suffocate off it but you also need it to live. She sits in the stool next to you, asking the bartender for a drink and also for another one of whatever is in your mostly empty glass before turning to you with a smile.

“Hi.” Is all she says, it’s flirty and low.

“I don’t want to speak to you.” You answer, though your tone is not convincing. You end your sentence by finishing your drink and finally looking at her. Of course she looks stunning, her brown hair pulled up into a bun and a short black dress clinging to her skin, riding up her thighs as she sat with her legs crossed.

“Really? Because I think you do.” Her smile turns into a smirk as she notices your gaze lingering on her nearly bare thighs.

“Why don’t you go talk to that guy?” You try to say it quietly enough so she won’t hear but of course she selectively has super hearing.

“Hm, jealous? We’re not even together anymore baby.” You close your eyes at the nickname, your heart fluttering a bit.

“I’m not jealous. And don’t call me that.”

“Then why are you so upset?”

“Because you’re here.”

“I don’t think that’s true.”

You don’t answer her, you just focus on the drink in front of you, praying that someone will come up and save you from this interaction as you couldn’t bring yourself to leave her orbit. You could feel her eyes burning holes into you as she waited for you to talk to her, if Nayeon was anything when it came to you it was persistent.

“You’re so pretty, you know” She whispers as she gets closer to your ear.

“Stop looking at me.”

“I can’t. And I don’t think you want me to either.”

You wouldn’t admit it but it was true. It was apparent by her hand that goes to your knee and the way she looks at you as whispers in your ear that she has a plan, and it involved getting you to come home with her. You knew her games, and it was the same every time. You’d break up, then weeks or months later you’d find each other at an event and get tipsy and end up getting a ride to whoever’s hotel or house is closer, and when you’d wake up on the morning either she would pull you in closer as you slept and it led to getting back “together” for a few weeks, or as it usually would end she’d try to kick you out as soon as you’re awake causing a fight where you storm out and promise to never speak to each other again. The latter had happened about four months ago both of you being too stubborn to interact with the other first unless it was an event, this was the longest you’d gone without seeing her since you met and now here she was acting as if you just saw her yesterday.

Maybe it was the alcohol or you simply were just too in love with the girl but her actions worked, your resolve is basically nonexistent so when she asks the next question you don’t hesitate to stand up taking her hand from your knee and pulling her through the room to the door to the curb where you find your manager waiting for you in a car and when seeing Nayeon with you he sighs, knowing to take you to her house instead of yours. You pull the girl into the back seat, there was a divider between the front and back seats and tinted windows, which lets you push your lips on hers freely as she sits near the window. You feel her lips turn into a smirk, knowing her effect on you.

“I missed you.” Nayeon mumbles into your mouth, not bothering to disconnect your lips.

The drive is fairly short but filled with the breathy sounds you’re both making as you make out. You only disconnect when the car stops in Nayeon’s driveway, now it’s her turn to grab your hand and drag you away into her house, she fumbles with her keys and bit as she unlocks her door. She kisses you as she closes the door, backing herself up against it and pulling you flush against her, instinctively her legs part allowing for your thigh to fit between them, a soft gasp leaving the girls lips which allows for you to push your tongue past her lips and tangling it with her own.

“Take me to bed.” Her tone both pleading but demanding, she looks up at you through her eyelashes and hooded lids. Without a second thought you comply, lifting her by her thighs so she wraps her legs and arms around you, face going into your neck as she yelps at the suddenness, you could feel her smile against your skin.

You rush up the stairs to her bedroom on the second floor, sitting her on the bed. She sits up sitting on the edge of the bed, hands holding her up behind her as she looks to you, face flushed and pupils blown. You kneel in front of her in the ground, her legs spreading to fit you in between like they had a mind of their own, giving you a view of her lacy black underwear which were noticeably damp. Her dress now sat almost at her hips, riding up everytime she moved. Your hands move to her feet where she was still wearing her high heels, you remove them and put them off to the side carefully setting them down as they looked expensive. Lifting her legs to rest on your shoulders you kiss from her knees to her thighs, leaving little marks as you moved. The brunette squired underneath every touch, her hand got tangled into your hair trying to pull your head so your lips would meet where she needed your touch. You let her control your head but instead of giving in you leave tiny barely there kisses on the fabric, you can feel her wetness as you do so. Nayeon pulls the bottom of her dress up so it’s bunched around her waist, exposing her from the waist down.

“Please, baby.” She whines. “It’s been so long.”

“You’re telling me you didn’t fuck anyone in four months?” You tease from below her, you knew the answer I mean she couldn’t help fucking other people even when you were together.

“They don’t make me feel the way you do” and she’s telling the truth, they didn’t, no one did.

You don’t answer, opting to pull her panties down to throwing them across the room, hands gripping her thighs as you lean forward to finally taste her. Both of you moan at the contact, yearning built over the past 4 months of mutual silence.

“Fuck baby.” Her teeth pulling her lip between them, biting down hard enough to almost draw blood at the feeling of your tongue drawing circles around her clit. You can feel her hand tighten in your hair. Nayeon was never shy in bed, sure she enjoyed letting you take control sometimes but she was incredibly vocal whether is praises and dirty talk or stuttered words and loud moans that you swear could be heard in the next city over.

After only a few minutes you felt Nayeon’s thighs start to shake and tighten around your head, moans getting louder and more high pitched. It was quick you thought, Nayeon was never one to last only a few minutes.

“Close already? Miss me that much?” You ask teasingly.

“I- yes, fuck I missed you so bad.” Moans interrupt her every couple words, “missed that tongue.” Her eye roll back as she reaches her climax. The moans turn into whimpers as you help her ride out the high. Moving up to her face and kissing her you guide her to the center of the bed to lay down as you take your place between her thighs again. And you stayed like that for at least an hour, taking turns pleasing each other until you both collapse into the bed from the exhaustion.

Checking your phone as you settle into Nayeons expensive mattress you see some missed calls and texts, all from your best friend and roommate. Shit.

hyo 🫦

3 missed calls

hyo 🫦

Where are you?

You said you were coming home after the event .

I swear to god if you’re in Nayeon’s bed right now.

You

Went out to an after party, staying at a friends.

hyo🫦

Friend?

“I have to go.” You break the silence, your friends text reminding you that this was wrong and you shouldn’t be here, you feel guilt take over your body as you start to get up, ignoring Nayeon’s stare.

“What? Why?” She asks, seemingly hurt at your quickness to leave.

“I just- i have something to do”

“Y/n, It’s 1am, stay here.”

“No, I shouldn’t even be here.”

You could see some hurt flash in her eyes, it almost makes you feel more guilty than sleeping with her did, but she hurt you many times before so why should you care? ….right?

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you’re toxic Nayeon. It’s exhausting You’re exhausting.”

“Oh.” It was the quietest you’d ever heard her. She still sat on her bed, her eyes glued to her hands that were fiddling with each other. In all your years knowing the girl you’d never seen her so small, granted you had never even thought about being insulting her or being blunt to her about how you perceive her treatment of you.

“I know I should stay away from you, but I can’t.” You continue, ignoring her slightly glossy eyes that finally meet yours as you get dressed, “or I couldn’t. But it’s different this time.” You couldn’t tell if you were telling her or yourself.

Suddenly, Nayeon’s eyes switch from sadness to anger, something you had seen before.

“You’ve said that before.” She starts, “and guess what? You ended up right here every time, in MY bed, fucking ME.”

“I-“

“You know what? You’re exhausting, honestly. So fucking pathetic I mean look at you.” Her voice is venomous and sharp. Her hand gestures to your face, where tears had started to form at the tone she was using. “You come crawling back every single fucking time and you expect me to believe that anything will change”, she laughs mockingly, “At the end of the day we both know you’ll be back for more.”

You knew she was right. She always was. Sure you may not text her but you both know as soon as you see her in person you can’t resist.

“Shut up.” It’s weak, and quiet. And made even more pathetic when you wipe your tears as you say it.

“What was that?” She mocks

“Fuck you Nayeon.” Finally finding your voice as you walk to her door and open it, rushing down the stairs.

Nayeon doesn’t bother following you, she knows you don’t have a ride home, that you told your manager not to come back until tomorrow and that he should turn off his phone for the night but she didn’t care, you could walk and she’d be satisfied right now.

You on the other hand, did not want to walk in the middle of Seoul to your house but you also refused to go back inside as Nayeon had been waiting for you to do from her bedroom window. So you opted to call Jihyo, which could’ve been a mistake but you didn’t care at this point. She answers quickly, seemingly waiting for you to call or text again.

“I’m sorry.” Is all you say when she answers, “I’m at Nayeon’s”

“I know.” Jihyos disappointed voice makes your heart ache a bit, “I’m leaving now.” Is all she says before hanging up, leaving you to sit on Nayeon’s front step to wait.

It doesn’t take too long, but you can feel Nayeon looking at you every so often from her window, you knew she was hoping you’d knock on the door or at least look at her but you didn’t, not wanting to give her the satisfaction. When Jihyo arrives she gets of the car, looking up to Nayeon and giving a stare that could’ve killed her before looking at you.

“Come on. You’ll be okay” she assures as she walks you to the passenger seat.

The drive home is silent, a mix of worry and disappointment wafting off of Jihyo as she gripped the steering wheel.

The next few weeks were filled with text messages from Nayeon, asking to see you and apologizing saying she’ll be better finally. But then there was silence. Would it stay was the question.

[thetorturedfagdepartment]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Halloween Heartbeat ࿐ྂ

A/N: Hiii!!! First fic + Real post on tumblr :3 I hope you guys enjoy this fic! I took a good amount of time on it and hope to get it to 3 chapters before Halloween ends! Anywho enjoy!!! (Also I put it into grammarly so I hope the spelling and grammar is good…)

Tags: Fluff, Modern Au, Halloween Horror nights, Scare Actor Ellie, Ellie x F Reader, Strangers to Lovers?, Men DNI!!!

Your friends love Halloween Horror Nights! You on the other hand— not so much… You guys had just made it out of a house and god were you panicked… Breathing heavy, hands sweaty, vision a little blurry—

“Hey you okay?” one of your friends says placing their hand on your shoulder causing you to jump. “Damn hey chill— we can leave if you want—“

“No!” You shout cutting them off “I’m good I’ll just wait outside the next one.”

Your friends nod and they head to the next house. They wave you goodbye and you stand outside. You see a sweet treat spot across the house and make your way over. The area was crowded and filled with people in costumes, and scare actors and you just tried to stay calm and ignore it.. until a scare actor with short messy auburn hair came up behind you with a chainsaw, she pulled it and it rumbled. You let out a piercing scream, mixed with some tears. She freezes and sees how panicky you are. She then starts to feel bad causing her to break character.

“Hey, Hey, Hey… it’s fake.” She turns it off and touches the blades “See fake.”

You nod and wipe the tears, you have been filled with so much fear and anxiety since you got here.

“S—sorry… I’m usually not this pathetic.” You chuckle and she shakes her head.

“You’re not pathetic, everyone gets scared..” She smiled, you see her pretty eyes and freckles. Although they were mostly covered by the fake blood she had on. She had baggy jeans and a somewhat white tank top drenched in blood and fake cuts all over her. “I’m Ellie,” she extends a hand.

“It’s nice to meet you, Ellie,” you shake her hand and exchange introductions. She was really sweet.

“Actually um— I’m about to start my break how about I meet you in there and buy you a treat?” She says with a warm smile that sends shivers down your spine. You look over and notice your friends have just gotten out of the house.

“I— um—.. oh my friends are back.” You say turning her down.

She seems very upset as you reject her.

“Omg we leave you alone for like 3 minutes and you already get a girl?” One of your friend’s jokes.

“Come onnn, tell us who’s the lady who stole our best friend…” Another one says shaking you gently.

“I’m Ellie, don’t worry guys I’m just about to hand her back. But first I want your number. If that’s okay..?”

You think for a second and nod smiling with a faint blush. You then take out your phone and exchange numbers.

“Heh.. thanks I’ll see you around.” She walks away leaving you with your friends cheering for you getting her number.

—

A few weeks had passed since then, and you and Ellie have begun texting often. She makes you laugh, smile, and blush, every time you guys text its butterflies. She just knows how to make you happy.. Ellie told you what time her shift ended and she had given you some sneaky tickets to come back whenever. You decide maybe it’s time to surprise her..

You get into a cute outfit hoping she’ll like it, even throwing on some makeup… just to give yourself an extra bit of pizazz. You head out the door looking super cute— all just for her.

As you arrive and head into the park, all of the anxiety from a few weeks ago comes right back. The loudness, the people, the scare actors… it’s all just too much. You walk into the gates and brace yourself. Ellie said she's over in the Terror Tram today.. Perfect. Far. You brace yourself, walking through the crowd, and scare zones trying to not cry and pee yourself. One specific actor wouldn’t leave you alone. He chases you through the entire zone. You scream and run quickly but he won’t leave! You end up bumping into someone.

A familiar freckled auburn-haired girl just so happens to be the one you run into…

“Hey, hey.. what’s going on it’s me… w—wait why are you here..?” She tries to calm you down and reassure you, but she’s a bit confused as to why you’re here.

“H—he—he won’t stop chasing me!” You point at the tall man with nice black hair and clown makeup on, who just so happened to have been chasing you with a knife.

“Him? Oh, that’s Jesse.. Jesse!! Get your ass over here!” Ellie calls him over. You then grab her hand and stand next to her.

“Yeah, Elles? Oh look you caught her!” He chuckles. He’s taller, sorta broad, and has medium-length black hair.

“Leave her alone. She’s my — uh…” she blushes and looks away “—friend…”

“Oh, so I’m just a friend now?” You chuckle nudging her.

“Hush.”

“Well it’s nice to meet you Ellie’s just a friend. I’m Ellie’s friend Jesse, and that’s Dina another one of our friends.” He points to a pretty girl dressed up as a killer broken doll.

“Friends? You guys broke up again.” Ellie shakes her head and rolls her eyes.

“You know Dina…” Jesse shakes his head.

You seeing Ellie interact with her friend is kinda cute.. it’s a side you had yet to see of her, and now you’re worried you won’t be able to get it out of your head.. after a few moments they start saying bye.

“Well see ya, I’m still on the clock, and apologies for scaring the shit out of you,” Jesse says as he walks off.

“He seems nice, you know not when he acts like he’s gonna kill me…” you say giving her a dorky smile.

“Yeah, now what are you doing here? I told you my shift was over soon remember I was gonna go to your place.” She says shaking her head and letting out some tongue clicks.

“I know!!! I just wanted to surprise you…”

“Hey that’s really cute and sweet but I don’t want you coming here by yourself knowing you’re gonna be scared,” Ellie says giving you a reassuring smile.

“Okay, okay.. fine I won’t do it again.” You then smile back at her.

“Atta girl. Now, I’m off the clock, and its uhhhh 10 pm? How about we go grab some fast food and head back to your place, I’ll get the food and you set up your living room for a fun hangout night, huh?” Ellie smiles, and a cute pink rose tint appears on her freckled cheeks.

You agree and like Ellie says she heads over to grab some burgers, fries, drinks, and a nice ice cream each for you guys. As you wait for her you set up the living room. On your way home you decided to get some Halloween things. Such as cute spooky blankets, some cobwebs, fake pumpkins, and cute little ghost plushies. You dimmed the lights and sat on the couch waiting for her.

Ellie comes in with the food and locks your door back.

“Woahhhh cute.. I really like how you decorated the place. You know, you didn’t need to do all that.” Ellie says setting the food down and handing you, your drink. She shakes her head and chuckles taking a seat next to you.

“Yeah, I know but I wanted to make the living room look all cute..” You blush slightly and grab the food.

“So what is this like a date now?” Ellie says taking a bite of her burger.

“… if you want it to be…” you then look her in the eyes.

“I— um .. w—well yeah…” Ellie blushes feeling a bit flustered and jittery inside. It’s been a while since she had felt this way. Maybe a little too long..?

You nod your head and you guys eat dinner, with a little bit of chit-chatting here and there. You guys finish the burgers and fries and eat your ice cream cuddling on the couch.

Eventually, Ellie clears her throat and brings up the topic of movies.

“Sooo what do you wanna watch pretty girl.”

Pretty girl…

“Uhh I don’t know, I’m not that much into horror so as long as it’s not that I’m fine.” You say taking a lick of your ice cream.

“I should’ve guessed that.. well come on we have to watch something spooky or at least like with mythical creatures!” Ellie nudges you and laughs.

“Okay then..”

You get up and grab a DVD, you then insert it in your PlayStation.

“A DVD? Come on how old are you 40?” Ellie says with a stupid snort-laugh.

You then play your DVD and Ellie has no clue what you put on.

“Soooo what did you choose?”

“You’ll see…”

“I swear to god if it’s stupid I’m literally gonna murder you.. this time with a real chainsaw.” Ellie groans and you guys finish your ice creams and lay back.

Then the intro rolls in.

“You’re fucking kidding me right..? Twilight.” Ellie groans, rubbing her face, and shoves you off of her.

“Come on what’s so bad with Twilight!” You then scoot back over and flick her nose causing it to scrunch.

“It’s corny! I always cringe! I mean the plot is good it’s just cringe all right!!” Ellie whines but soon she sucks it up for your sake.

As the movie plays Ellie makes some snobby jokes and you just bounce back. About halfway through the movie she just stares at you…

You feel her gaze and look at her. Causing her to look away, a soft blush appears on her and you giggle. Butterflies sent straight to her stomach. You don’t stop staring… you keep looking at her. She’s beautiful, how has no one already swooped her off her feet…? God you wanna kiss her— what..?

“Uh— you’re … missing the best part…” Ellie says clearing her throat and still blushing like a dork.

“I’ve seen it 1000 times… Ellie I—“ You then lean in for a kiss.

Ellie’s eyes widen as her lips press yours. She places a hand on the side of your cheek leaning towards you gently kissing you. Your hands wrap around her waist as you guys cuddle while you kiss. The kiss is long and gentle.

The kiss finally breaks and a tiny piece of salvia strings between you two. Ellie chuckles wiping her lips.

“You’re so cute..” she says smiling like a dork.

“Yeah… right back at you.”

You have no regrets about going to that stupid amusement park a few weeks ago now.

Read part 2 here!

[4ranghaes]

need your thoughts on jealous myungjae… also good luck on your mid terms!! 💘

thank you anonie!!!🥰🥰 i have revised all day today its now 22:48 and im stopping. what happens now is between me and god.

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ꕥ okay so jealous myungjae could completely go one of two ways…

ꕥ first way: if he’s in a more energetic/happy mood that day already, he’d just go super pouty

ꕥ like becoming more clingy, hanging off your body, pda in front of ANYONE

ꕥ also i can fully see him just starting to attack whoever’s interacting with you making him jealous,, like he’d just be like ‘back the fuck up pls thats my s/o’

ꕥ its all a bit of a joke but he’d definitely let his feelings known to you and you’d give him a little bit more love that night to make up for it

ꕥ the second way though: if he’s had a hard week/is a little bit fed up already we’d see the rare appearance of leader!jae

ꕥ yk the one i mean😏

ꕥ poking the inside of his mouth with his tongue, sucking his teeth, rolling his eyes

ꕥ once again making it known he’s not happy, but this time you feel a little bit more on edge about it

ꕥ not knowing if he’s gonna snap at you or at the person talking to you

ꕥ the snapping at the person would be yelling and some empty threats

ꕥ the snapping at you?! just the most fast-paced, aggressive sex you’ve ever had

ꕥ i really am not for the dom!myungjae agenda i’m for the switch! and definitely more sub leaning!myungjae agenda so im not meaning like hard dom

ꕥ but just RABID like he’d be slamming his hips into you so hard you dont have time to breath

ꕥ mumbling to himself about the other guy and how he’d never fuck you as good as he could

GOD i need his dick

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myung jaehyun x reader [smut, fem!reader]

18:06 - “hey, y/n,” sungho smiled, pulling his earphone off his ear as he strolled into the kitchen, dirty plate and wrappers in hand.

“hey sungho!” you greeted him, watching as he threw all his rubbish in the bins before coming next to you to begin washing his plate in the sink.

you were preparing drinks for you and myungjae, but suddenly your focus was elsewhere, watching sungho’s strong arms finish washing up his dishes and begin wiping down the kitchen.

“what?” sungho laughed, suddenly conscious as he saw your gaze on him.

“nothing!” you squeaked, turning back to the tea.

“it’s not nothing,” sungho teased, poking your back, “you were staring at my arms!”

“shut up, sungho, no i was not!” you laughed, swatting his pointing finger away.

sungho laughed, dropping the subject as you finished stirring, throwing the spoon in the sink and turning to leave.

“what’s so funny?” jaehyun asked, tired eyes watching you as he took the mug from your hand. he’d just come out the bathroom, stopping to help you on the way to his bedroom.

“nothi—”

“y/n couldn’t help but admire my body,” sungho sang, squeezing out the cloth and putting it back in the sink.

you watched his toned hand with beady eyes before turning back to your boyfriend and shaking your head quickly.

jaehyun rolled his eyes, scoffing before grabbing your arm and beginning to drag you to his bedroom, “whatever.”

“myungjae, i’m serious, i wasn’t–” you started, pulling on him in reply as you reached his bedroom.

“whatever,” he hissed, placing his mug on his desk.

“myungjae,” you pouted, wrapping an arm around him, “please don’t be mad at you.”

“i’m not mad at you,” he mumbled, turning to you and running a hand over your hair, leaning down to nibble at your neck, “i’m just…”

“what? jealous?” you teased. bad idea.

myungjae pushed you back, your body landing on the bed as he quickly rid himself of his clothes, leaving marks all the way down your body as he did the same to you.

“jae…” you whined, as he nibbled at your bikini line.

“god, say my name again,” he whimpered, jerking off his cock with his hand as he loomed over your body, his other hand splayed over your stomach, holding you down to the bed.

“jaehyun,” you moaned, leaning up to lick the tip as he whined loudly.

“fuck, my baby,” he murmured, moving his hand off his dick and placing them instead next to your head to hold himself up, inserting the tip of his cock in your tight entrance.

you squirmed, whimpering as he did so. without warning, though, he then slammed the whole length inside, leaving you squirming and moaning loudly. “myungjae, oh my god! what– why—”

“just needed to be inside you,” he muttered, wet kisses being trailed on the side of your neck as he started fucking into you at an inhuman pace, “you’re mine. say it, please. you’re not sungho’s you’re mine!”

“i’m yours, jae, baby– oh fuck!” you moaned, throwing your head back on the bed as jaehyun smirked into your body, “all yours, baby, not sung—”

you bit back a scream as jaehyun pulled out, turning you over and entering again, this time from behind, “don’t say his name. just keep saying mine… please…”

[monstermoviedean]

having kind of a blah day, sooo i’m wondering, what are your happiest, cutest, etc headcanons about tfw? and, or alternatively, what are your favorite fics (not super long ones though) that always make you smile?

i'm sorry it's blah! i am going to outsource the fic recs - anyone got something short and sweet to share? :) (i really enjoy reading fic but haven't been reading anything lately so nothing's coming to mind, sorry!)

happy cute headcanons i can do all day long though!!! i was just thinking about dean joining a bowling league so thank you for giving me an excuse to think more about it. so this is post-canon, post-empty rescue, big-beautiful-and-dumb-in-love dean. he's trying to get out more and have more hobbies, figure out what he likes now that he has time/space to do that. and he joins a bowling league! i think he's like, fine at it. not great, not terrible, just fine. and that's okay! he has fun anyway! he gets to meet a bunch of new people and while they play they chat about their jobs and kids and pets and other hobbies. and while dean is annoyed that he isn't a great bowler, everyone else encourages him to just have fun. they're happy to give him tips and he returns the favor with car advice and recipes and the like. they're his buddies! they're always happy to see him! and dean gets to hang out and eat some wings and just shoot the shit.

the problem is that he mentions his crappy scores offhand to cas, and then cas shows up at his next league night to give him some pointers. dean's eating bacon cheese fries and laughing about someone's ridiculous coworker story and all of a sudden cas is right behind him saying "hello dean" into his ear. he chokes spectacularly on his fries. dean's bowling buddies have all heard about cas but are eager to actually meet him and give dean a bit of a hard time about it, which they do. dean is still coughing and red-faced and his face gets even redder when cas says he'll show dean how to bowl.

cas bowls a perfect strike but dean didn't see any of it because he was distracted by how tight cas' pants are. and then to add insult to injury, it's dean's turn, and he is so flustered he rolls an immediate gutter ball, prompting cas to say "let me help you." and then he does the classic rom-com thing where he plasters himself right against dean's back and manhandles dean into an appropriate bowling stance and dean can feel cas breathing on his neck and he's just trying not to drop the ball on his foot as cas puts a hand on each of dean's hips and shifts him just so. dean has absolutely no idea what he throws. but he definitely hears cas say "good job, dean" and that makes everything a million times better/worse. he makes up some stupid excuse to go to the bathroom. when he gets back 15 minutes later, all of dean's bowling buddies are nice enough to pretend they didn't see cas follow him into the bathroom and then come out again exactly three minutes after dean does.

[websitewizard2005]

SUSELLE TIME YEEAAHHHH redraw of this post from last year

[chloesimaginationthings]

New Patreon tier art now FNAF themed,,

[rendiggitydog]

This piece is for @bdoublehoe, who requested DDVAU HotGuy (by @kitsuneisi)!! Such a fun design 🙏

(This was for @hermitadaymay, commissions are no longer open!)

[thechibilitwick]

i went to kikuoland it was the greatest day of my life (song go listen)

terrible shrimpku photos i took (i didn’t have a light stick so i used her instead)

[missing-sock-misto]

Inspired by a friend. I wasn’t going to do it, but the thought just stuck with me for a solid month XD

[murdleandmarot]

A Tecklenburg Victoria (I’m in love with her), and a Tecklenburg-ified Bluebelle :)))

[painted-fanbird]

Huh, turns out that arch-nemesis might be kind of trustworthy after all…

Who knew.

[grilde1chesse]

decided to mash @wisecrackingeric-2’s & @vizishereig’s requests into 1 for conveniences sake. hope that’s ok (^^)ｂ

51 & 54 (washing each other’s hair & running hands through hair) from this list

ship: serennedy

Leon is exhausted, anyone can see that. From the way he holds himself — tense with his shoulders hunched in what only can be described as uncomfortable — to the dark smudges under his eyes. He looks ready to collapse, but for whatever reason won’t let himself.

“Rough mission, mi amor?” Luis asks, making his presence known before enveloping Leon in his arms.

Leon just hums, body going almost lax in the embrace. “Nobody died,” he mutters, a less direct way of saying ‘it could’ve been worse’. Luis presses a kiss into Leon’s temple, hands rubbing down his sides.

“You’re a mess,” he observes, no hint of judgment in his tone. “Let me take care of you.”

…

The shower stings Leon’s cuts, but he forces himself to swallow it down. The water is a muddy brown swirling down the drain, dried blood and dirt making a sickening cocktail pooled beneath him, caked onto his skin and finally getting the chance to wash off.

“The water feel alright?” is what pulls Leon from his thoughts, looking up to find Luis smiling down at him, lathering his hands in shampoo. He forces himself to nod, slouching back down against the tub’s wall.

“Yeah,” Leon murmurs, fighting to keep his eyes open. “Thank you.”

Luis doesn’t respond, ducking down instead to run his soapy hands through Leon’s hair. He hums, scratching gently at Leon’s scalp as he works in the shampoo. He doesn’t miss the way Leon’s head tilts up to meet his hand, eyes drooping shut in an expression of pure bliss.

“Pobrecito,” Luis coos, to which Leon makes a show of rolling his eyes. Deep down however, they both know he secretly loves the gentle treatment. “You poor thing,” he translates, fingers working out any tangles. “You’ll work yourself to death at this rate, and that’s coming from me, cariño.”

Leon just huffs, head tilted back and shoulders finally loose. He could stay like this forever, he thinks. He lets himself be taken care of like that, turning into putty in Luis’ hands. It’s not long before Leon finds himself drifting off, fighting ever so slightly to stay conscious, to feel Luis’ hands on him a little while longer.

It would’ve taken a much stronger man than Leon to succeed, however, soon finding himself half asleep in Luis’ embrace, fingers combing through his still damp hair. Using the last of his waking strength he wraps himself tighter, face buried in Luis’ chest.

“Love you,” he grumbles, voice barely audible.

“I love you too, mi amor.”

[blazing-spectre]

More cowboy AU stuff I did while trying to get used to using my old tablet and brushes :3c featuring Xanthe and his two left feet