#had sooooo much fun with the clothes though

[luludeluluramblings]

dream team back. we’re currently yapping central again (per usual)

both of us are straight up in a tim drake brainrot spiral too!!! he’s a delightful little weirdo. a strange little gentleman if you will.

tim is such a funny little guy!!! he also makes a solid yandere. you can’t outsmart him. you can’t escape someone who can find everything about you. On the upside, I feel like he’d be happy to spoil his darling. also he’d be like, really considerate in weird ways??? I mean like you don’t get privacy (or you get the illusion of it maybe but not actual privacy.)

like yeah you’re always being watched in some way, but the man has committed every single one of your favorites and least favorites to memories. He knows what clothing you like, what specific features you look for in everything, and if he doesn’t, by god, will he learn. He knows your favorite song, and he knows the nickname you went by in elementary school.

Do you think he pretends to be normal and basically sets things up to send reader to be like a little love story?? You meet by chance, and he fell first. He fell a LONG time ago, so now it’s his mission to make you fall too. And Tim Drake ALWAYS finishes a mission. (Even as a baby daddy candidate). He makes himself the best option, even if he’s not the father.

Yandere!TimDrake x PastFriend!Reader x Aiden Cobblepot

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A/N: Sooooo, I'm finally and slowly going through my ask box and you two may have sparked an idea just for Tim. I might have to do a Part Two for this. (I'm falling into the WIP trap. Help!) But, I love the thought of the Bat Family have competition when it comes to their darling. Gives them a challenge. Plus, I really wanted to use Aiden Cobblepot for this. I've been wanting to sneak him into something.

A/N: We have neglected!Sib!Reader, but what about a Neglected!Friend!Reader? Fun idea. Tim already knowing everything about you only to find you’ve changed and wants to study you all over again. Only this time he’s keeping you! (I’m very fond of Tim. I think he’s difficult to write for me, but I enjoy the little stalker so much.)

Warnings: Yandere Themes, Romantic themes, Tim can be read as kinda platonic, GN!Reader

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You and Tim were once good friends. Well, he was your best friend. To him you were just a good one. High school buddies that would hang out all the time. At school only. And sometimes the rare gala you saw him at. It was rare you ever actually went to The Manor. You never asked to go. But, you had hoped to be invite.

Just like you had hoped that he might reciprocate that pesky crush you had on him back then. You had felt like it was so painfully obvious. Though it wasn't as painful when you finally figured out he was Red Robin and you waited and waited for him to tell you his secret identity. And, then you would tell him you already figured it out and you would look so cool.

Only, he never did. You both grew distant. You had put so much carful effort into keeping that distance from growing. Inviting him to hang out more. Asking him out for casual coffee. He always said the same thing.

"Oh, damn. I could really go for that right now. But, I'm just sorta busy. Next time though. For sure."

Over and over. He sounded like a broken character. Repeating the same phrase. One that you would hang around after the game was over to reminisce about all the fun adventures you both once had. However this was life not a game. You couldn't just restart and rerun the same adventures.

It made you ache when you finally moved on. When you finally pulled away. Because, Tim didn't even notice you were gone. His life to change. He didn't have to restart anything. You had lost your best friend and he didn't even care. It stung. It stung more than you realizing he'd never reciprocate your feelings.

But, like all things, time moves on and so do you. Leaving the past behind and starting a new game. One that you start to flourish in. Making new friends. Meeting new people. Building closer bonds and more healthy friendships. It had been interesting to realize how dependent you had been on Tim once upon a time. And, embarrassing. You can't help looking back on it with a wince. You almost want to reach out and apologize. But, that would be weird and you both live completely separate lives now. You hardly ever see him at galas now. Mostly because you don't go anymore.

Things, do change. You never expected your new partner would draw Tim's attention back to you. And, in such a terrible way.

You had a rough idea of what you were getting into when Aiden Cobblepot had asked you out to dinner. You figured he was only interested in you for your money or your half-decent looks or your family name and position. You had heard all the rumors about him, but still you went. Mostly, because you knew how dangerous he and his family were. And, you were… presently surprised.

He was a bit of an entitled asshole. But, he wasn't scared of getting dirty. You watched him lead you through the puddles of rain water and Gotham grim in the posh restaurant. He held more concern for you're clothing getting dirty than his, which were more expensive than yours. He paid for the date without flinching at the price. Encouraged you to try his own food from his plate. Talked about fond memories of the things he and his sister got up to as children while asking you about your own childhood.

Admittedly, you were easily seduced because after that the two of you became an item. You didn't even realize how official you were until he introduced you to his sister, Addison, and she was actually nice to you. Extremely nice. She did, however, threaten to kill you if you betrayed Aiden in any way, which was honestly fair enough.

Aiden and you were a bit on the opposite side of things, taste wise and morally wise. But, you both made it work. He continued his life of crime, but made no mention of it around you to keep you legally clean. You shared most of your life with him, letting him have a slight glimmer into normalcy. He liked to take you on fancy dates and show you a good time. You were happy to pull him inside just to spend personal time with each other. Of course, you both made compromises. Aiden had a taste for luxury, and you didn't mind indulging in it. Especially after you beat his ass multiple times in Mario cart. It was only fair you let him take you to a gala some point.

Little did you know that that was how Tim would come clawing and digging his way back into your life.

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For Tim seeing you again was like finding an old precious treasure. His life had gotten so difficult and complicate lately that just a reminded of all those old times was nice.

However, seeing you on the arms of the Penguin's son was a brutal wake up call. What were you doing? Had you hit your head? Was he blackmailing you? Drugging you? Everyone in Gotham could recognize the name Cobblepot and how dangerous they are. And, he remembers how smart you were so you couldn't have willing chose to be there. It's not logical.

For your safety, he reintroduces himself to you. Long time, no see. We should hang out some time and catch up. Only he means it. He can't let this happen. He can't let you fall in with a man like that. You're his friend. He'll win you over for your own sake. Ruin Cobblepot while he's at it because how dare he use you.

Even if you changed. Even if you don't smell the same. If your hair is different. If you dress different. Even if your very laugh had changed pitch, he knows you. And, if anything, he can just re-learn you all over again. It won't take long. He's done it all before. This time he'll savor though. This time he won't let you go as he pulls you back in. You were a good friend, this time he'll make you more.

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A/N: I’m starting to type up Part Three of Pregant!Reader, but I ended up coming up with another start to it with more drama that would be strictly for the BatBoys. The messed up drama in it sounds fun and challenging, but I won’t do it until I finish what I started with the blurbs I have planned included.

A/N: Smalltown!Meta!Reader Part Nine is going to take a while. I have big plans for it, but Pregnant!Reader is kinda outshining it.

A/N: I will post about the LoungeSinger!Reader and another idea I came up with that y’all might like that I’ll add to the concept list.

A/N: There’s a Tony Part Two coming, but it’s only halfway typed and still not that yandere-y. Need to fix that.

A/N: My asks box is full, so I’m gonna try to empty it, but I host Thanksgiving in my family and I’m also a Christmas nut, so I’m gonna be busy. (I have four Christmas trees in my house currently… But I’m not as bad as my in-laws! They had their trees up BEFORE Halloween.)

[maguskaito]

idol au where shinichis singing voice didnt get nerfed to the max and kaishins an idol group!! together!!! their stage personalities are obv different from their real ones btw cause i think theyd do that... i didn't get to expand that much on the idea though, but here's what i got so far

[tayraedoll]

Old Man

Part 2 Part 3

You keep teasing Alastor due to his age, he is about to show you how his age just makes him more experienced.

TW: Swearing, drinking, vomit, blackouts, suggestive themes, old-fashioned chivalry, drunk kissing

No smut, but is very suggestive at the end.

You slam the door to the hotel angrily behind you, causing the door to shutter in a way that would have worried you about breaking it if you had it in you to give a fuck.

"Fucking prick...who the hell does he think he is?!", you mutter under your breath

You run your hand through your chestnut hair. Your demon form was that of a fallow deer, your hair turned a reddish brown color with ears to match on your head. You had little white spots adorning your cheeks, shoulders, and back. The last of your demonic changes would be your luscious deer tail- the same color as your hair with the spots peppered over it- so full that you needed to get all your clothes altered for it.

You make your way over to the bar- where you a hoping the man who instigated your wrath sits- stomping your feed unnecessarily hard on the wood flooring. Just as you were hoping for, the man you most wanted to pick-a-bone with sat in his usual spot.

"Angel!"

"Toots? Back from y'er date already huh?"

"You are sooooo not allowed to set me up on anymore dates! That guy was an absolute menace!", you slump into the seat next to his with an exaggerated sigh. Husk promptly placed your favorite drink in front of you. You smiled and lifted your glass to him in thanks.

"Jeez, 'm sorry toots. I gotta ask- what'd Mikey do that pissed ya off so bad?"

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, trying not to picture your atrocious dinner date. "He ordered my dinner for me.", you spat as if it was the most egregious wrong ever done to you.

Angel and Husk stared at you with unreadable expressions, glancing at each other before quickly diverting their eyes back to you.

Maniacal laughter suddenly rang out from the other side of the bar- Alastor. You had not even noticed him when you first came in- if he had been there at all. You had a decent relationship with The Radio Demon, you mostly interacted at dinner but had the occasional chat in the library. He seemed to get along better with you than he did most of the other residents-save for Nifty and Charlie- you assumed that was due to being a deer like he was. Herd mentality and all you supposed. Now though, his laughter was grating on your already taut nerves. "Something funny you coot?" Angel's and Husk's eyes widened at your jab- no one had the balls to insult Alastor right to his face like that.

"Yes, very much so Darling. Did it ever cross your mind that perhaps he was just being polite? Ordering a ladies meal used to be the chivalrous thing to do.", he smiled wider at you as you narrowed your eyes at him.

"OK boomer, was it also 'chivalrous'(you used air quotes with your finger) to order her a salad instead of the wings and fries she wanted? The next man who has the audacity to order my food for me will become my meal instead!" You huffed and downed the rest of your drink, glaring over at your fellow deer.

He chuckled smoothly but relented his argument "No, I suppose you are right- that was not the proper way to go about it." You gave him a cocky smile before he continued "However, I must say that you...younger generation of ladies... give up so quickly. Running at the very first small inconvenience." He folded his hands and rested his chin on them, eyeing you mischievously.

"Well, SOOOORRRYY for having standards. Us younger generation ladies are not impressed by minimal effort and do not abide by the misogynist tendencies you old geezers put out", you laced your voice with as much venom as you could. "Mikey can take his Terry Crews in White Chicks vibes and fuck right off!"

Alastor eyed you thoughtfully,"Would you care to join me for a night out on the town my dear? Perhaps having a bit of fun will lighten your mood."

Now it was your turn to laugh,"Sorry gramps, but I fail to see how chaperoning you for your daily nightcap will lift my spirits."

"Hmmm, I suppose I will just need to show you how The Lost Generation cuts loose. Get dressed in something you can move in Darling." He was challenging you, you could see it in that smug grin on his face. Who were you to not indulge the old man?

"Give me 15 minutes.", you smirked at him and raced upstairs to your room. You have been saving a lacy, black party dress for a special occasion, now seemed like the perfect time to break it out of your closet. You would pair it with a pair of blood red pumps for a pop of color, wearing lipstick of the same shade to bring it all together.

You swagger down the stairs to meet up with Alastor at the front door. His smile widens ever so slightly as his eyes apprise you. "You look lovely Sha.", he says sweetly as he takes your hand in his, kissing your knuckles tenderly. "Shall we?" He tucks your arm through his and guides you out the door.

You walk in silence for a time, Alastor humming softly to himself. You finally speak up "So, what old saloon are you taking me to?", you smile coyly up at him hoping to ruffle his feathers a bit.

"We are headed to my favorite jazz club Little Fawn", he snickers at your scowl. You hated when he called you that, it was because of your spots. But you were just a different breed of dear- you weren't a fawn! The nickname made you feel like a child. You spent the rest of the walk in silence again- Alastor resumed his humming while you pouted.

The outside of the club was inconspicuous, an old building made of brick and wood with no windows. Just a large, metal door at the center. Upon your arrival a small eyelet slid over to inspect you two, The eyes on the other side widened upon seeing Alastor and hastily opened the door. Once inside, you walked down a short hallway and through another metal door.

The inside of the club was a vast contrast to what the outside was like. It was lively, bodies dancing every which direction and a live band played passionately on stage on the far side. The room was decorated in vibrant reds and golds. A long, wooden bar sat to your left. You could smell the tang of bourbon and puffs of smoke, getting a hint of sweat from all the bodies swinging around on the dance floor.

"Shall I order you a drink? Or would you prefer to do that yourself? I wouldn't want to insult you.", Alastor chortled as he walked you over to the bar. You rolled your eyes at him "What are you drinking?" He raised a brow at you. "I am drinking rye whiskey. I am not sure if that will be to your tastes Fawn."

"Hey, I'm sure I can handle anything you dish out Flapdoodle. I bet I can go drink for drink with you even.", you challenged. Maybe you could wipe that ever-present smirk off his smug face if you could get the old man to pass out. You could handle a couple of whiskey drinks.

Alastor hummed as he regarded you, "Very well, if you insist!", he turned to the bartender "Double rye on the rocks please!" You blanched, double? You were not expecting to be drinking doubles, but if Alastor could handle them then you had a good chance right? You took a sip of your drink, it tasted of spice and dark chocolate and had a pleasant burn on its way down your throat. You were sure if you sipped it you would be fine.

However, Alastor had other plans as he swallowed the entire contents of his drink in one go. Your mouth fell open in shock as you stared at him. Fuck, this isn't going the way you planned. Timidly, you brought your own drink to your lips and swallowed the rest of it, shuddering at the burn. Alastor watched you all the while, and promptly ordered two more drinks. This drink was sipped, but was still drank much faster than you planned.

After a while you started to feel the effects of the alcohol, your body relaxing. You started to sway to the music, a soft smile gracing your lips. "Would you do me the honor of joining me on the dance floor my dear?", Alastor asked as he took your hand, leading you out to the middle of the dancing crowd.

He placed your left hand on his shoulder, keeping your other hand held in his. His free hand held you closely by the waist and he began to swing you around to the beat. You stumbled along, if he weren't holding you so securely you would have ended up on the floor and the alcohol was not doing you any favors. "Oh dear, you a very bad at this!", he teased you. You glared back up at him "Well maybe if you would slow down instead of throwing me around like a lunatic I would be better!", you snapped. He chuckled, but slowed down enough that you could keep up and learn the dance. But once you seemed to get your bearings he sped up again.

This continued all night- the song would change and he would slow down so you could learn the new dance but speed up once you got it. All the while, the only thing you had to drink was whiskey. It did not take long for you to be truly drunk, your vision starting to spin and your movements becoming clumsy. Your legs were killing you, you had definitely worn the wrong shoes for this activity.

"Please excuse me for a second.", you smiled up at Alastor and walked off the dance floor. You exited out a back door you saw people use to take smoke breaks to get some fresh air. You leaned back against the wall, closing your eyes to help concentrate on breathing evenly. You heard the door open beside you but chose to ignore it until you felt a hand on your cheek. You opened your eyes to see Alastor standing over you, his eyes carefully scanning your face. "You truly are as beautiful as a magnolia in May.", he stated before slowly lowering his face to yours.

You gasped into the kiss, losing all train of thought. Weren't you supposed to be rivals? The new vs. the old? In this moment, you no longer cared. He continued holding your face as you grabbed the lapels of his jacket as the kiss continued, it was making you dizzy.

Oh no, you are not just dizzy from the kiss- the alcohol is making it worse. Your stomach started to twist uncomfortably and you had to roughly push Alastor away from you before you turned to the wall and puked your guts up all over yourself. When you were done you stumbled back, vision quickly fading. The last thing you remember before succumbing to complete darkness is a pair of strong arms catching you and the warmth of a chest cradling you.

You reached consciousness slowly, your senses coming to you one-by-one. Unfortunately, the first thing you registered was extreme thirst followed quickly by a pounding headache. You let out a loud groan, turning over in your bed "Fuck" you grumbled out.

A soft chuckle followed by an all-too-chipper "Good morning!" caught your attention. You glared at Alastor over in a chair before mumbling "I am not in the mood for your bullshit this morning.", burying your face in the pillow.

It took you an embarrassing few seconds to register that he was actually in the room with you and was not just a figment of your imagination sent to torture you. You shot up in the bed, making your head spin again. "What are you doing in my...", you trailed off as you took in your surroundings. You were not in your room. The bed you were in was large, with maroon-colored silk sheets. The room had crimson-colored walls with a grand fireplace, in front of which Alastor sat reading the paper. Behind him, the room gave way to a magnificent forest and swamp that made your breath hitch. You were obviously in Alastor's room.

"Al...what am I doing in your room?", you asked as you slowly looked back over at him, heart ready to beat out of your chest in fear of his answer.

"I did not feel comfortable leaving you alone in your room. You were incredibly drunk, I did not want you to asphyxiate if you were to become ill again. So I brought you here where I could keep an eye on you.", he explained calmly, watching your reaction. Your face burned with shame. You had set out to get The Radio Demon to make a fool of himself, but you had become the fool yourself. You turned away, not wanting to see the amusement that surely danced plainly on his face. When you glanced down you frowned.

"How am I wearing my pajamas?", you asked- the accusation plain to hear in your voice. When you glanced back up, Alastor had walked over to stand at the foot of the bed. "Well, I was not about to let your spew into my bed. So I sent my shadows to your room to retrieve your sleepwear.", he explained matter-of-factly.

"Did they change me too or...?"

"No, I did that.", before you could get upset at that revelation he snapped his fingers and you were suddenly wearing socks. You breathed a sigh of relief, you did not think Alastor would violate your privacy like that but it was nice to have the verification. As you sat there thinking, memories of the night before slowly trickled back into your mind. Alastor had kissed you! But why?

Before you could ask any of the million questions running through your mind he sat at the end of the bed. "Sha, I would like to have a rather important discussion with you if you feel up to it." You nodded and waited for him to continue. "Would you be open to me courting you?"

You stared at him dumbstruck "Huh?" was all you could muster out. Was this really happening? Did Alastor just ask to date you?

"I have been admiring you from afar for some time now. I must admit I am rather taken by you. I enjoy our back-and-forth banter and admire your wit. You are such a strong-minded woman, and are not afraid to speak exactly what you are thinking. I would like the opportunity to explore our relationship a bit further if you assent."

Your jaw hit the floor, you had no idea how to respond. Alastor admired you? He wanted to have a more formal relationship? None of this was making sense to you at the moment but your heart was soaring. You had been hiding your attraction to the demon behind your crude jokes about his age. You'd be lying if you said you would not want to get to know him better as well.

"It is rude to stare Dear.", Alastor grinned at you. You had not stopped gaping at him while you processed your thoughts. "Y-Yes, I would be open to that." You shyly smiled back at him.

"One more thing, how much about your biology do you know?", he asked as he shifted closer to you, closing the distance between you two. "What do you mean?"

"Well, in just a few months the cervid mating season will be upon us.", he explained slowly. You crinkled your brows in confusion. "You arrived in hell very shortly after the last mating season. I was not sure how much about your deer form you had learned. If you find our courting satisfactory...I would very much like to claim you this season." He stared at you intently, searching your eyes for your reaction. He was leaning so far into your space that only a few inches separated you. His want was practically palpable.

Your mind went blank again, at a complete loss for words for the moment. This man was just full of surprises. You felt a myriad of emotions- excitement, fear, anticipation, nervousness. But you wanted it, so badly that it shocked you. But, you did not want him to get any more satisfaction at your expense today. So you smirked, "Only if you can keep up you old geezer."

With that you went to get up and dramatically walk out of the room to leave him with his thoughts. But instead you felt your calf muscles strain and knees buckle underneath you. Your legs were so cramped up, damn shoes! Alastor laughed heartily at you as you flushed tomato red. "You are not quite as limber as you ought to be for your age My Doe. Your endurance could use a bit of work.", he tutted at you helping you to your feet. You stretched your sore legs out a bit until you could at least shuffle around.

Before you could turn away Alastor grabbed your wrist and pulled you into him. "A final tidbit of information- did you know that deer can mate consecutively for 72 hours?", he watched as your eyes widened to saucers, leaning in until his lips just barely caressed the fluff of your ears. "If I were you Ma Petite Biche (My Little Doe), I'd begin stretching."

[reverieblondie]

Rolan discovers he likes having his nipples played with...

Yummy, yummy, YUMMY!

Rolan is going to be sooooo embarrassed! MDNI +18!

It obviously happened on accident; it was a very hot day in the city of Baldur's Gate, and while Cal stepped up to watch the shop Rolan was busy sweating away reorganizing stacks and stacks of books. Normally the tower didn't get this hot, but today it was scorching and though tieflings have heat resistance that doesn't mean they don't sweat.

So somewhere between lifting heavy stacks and deconstructing some of Lorroakans lingering spells his shirt just had to come off. Now getting some relief from his sweat drenched clothes Rolan continued to work. What Rolan wasn't aware of was a Tav. you who continued to watch the show of their sweaty boyfriend hard at work. A person can only handle so much watching before needing to make their presence known. So using some fancy footwork you learned from Astarion, you snuck over and grabbed your wizard from behind. This was normally an innocent move, but when your hands brushed against his nipples he let out a whine, a whine you thought was sudden surprise, but what Rolan knew was from the brief touch.

Days of thought and on Rolans part some self exploration, with him lying on his bed fucking his cock in one hand as the other flicks and tugs on his nipple. Tugging to that moan inducing self pleasure that has Rolan cumming all over his stomach and seeing stars. Now he just needs to ask if Tav is willing to try it.

Finally when our shy wizard works up the nerve to ask you if you are willing... well, it's less of a verbal ask and more a silent plea. As you looked down at him pushing him further and further in your needy core, feeling his cock throb with every tightening quiver. Rolan just couldn't help it anymore, so he takes one of your hands splayed against his chest and lowers it down to his perked nipple. You look at him confused for a second as he keeps his head turned, his eyes shyly shifting from your eyes to somewhere else, praying to the gods your not judging him. Finally, he breaks,

"Well... would you...you know..."

Biting back a laugh you lean down and slide you tongue against his sensitive ear, making him shudder and his cock twitch, a moan soft and whinny slipping from his throat.

"Ask me proper Rolan..."

Rolan swallows and brings his golden eyes back to yours, "Please...touch...pinch..."

In all honesty you would have done anything he wanted after that whinny plea. So caressing turned to light pitching, then that turned to twisting, till finally you where flicking your tongue on his soft bud and he is cumming with a cry. His hands squeezing your hips in a bruising grip as he falls apart underneath you. Rolans wet eyes looking up at you with such admiration as a smile of relive comes to his lips. Gods you spent the rest of the day kissing and teasing him further.

A few weeks later You and Rolan where on a walk to the forge, you had begged him to tag along and being sweet and needing a break from the tomes Rolan agreed to joined you to pick up your commission from Dammon. When you two arrived the smile on Dammons face widen as his eyes flicked from you to Rolan. Dammon grabbed the small bag with your commission inside and gave you a wink before chimming out.

"Have fun you two."

Rolan was admittedly confused till a few moments later when you two were somewhere private. You passed him the bag, and gave him the go ahead. Rolan smirks at you as he opens his present and pulls out a delicate chain, with two clips attached. Rolan felt all his blood rush from his head and before you knew it you were being dragged back to the tower, Rolans tail slightly raised and swaying in excitement to try out his new accessory.

[romana-after-dark]

Imagine Raider!Cult!Joel...

Dub con, public sex, ritualistic sex, bukake, Tommy watches <3 gay shit ahead if you want more

We love raider Joel don't we??

So many wonderful version of him!!!

I've written a few, playing with different dynamics and I've seen sooooo many cool ideas. Such a creative and fun fandom

but imagine Joel as a raider doing pretty well for himself. He finds people respect him. He's capable, smart, calm... and handsome.

Maybe Tommy is his right hand man. Definetly the most personalable while Joel remains mysterious. He gathers a small following, mostly of men but some families. Maybe they settle somewhere, but they never stop raiding.

Thing is theres just sooooooooo many helpless people out there!!! Orphans he finds families to take care of them, and they contribute to the group in their own ways. Young men he trains so they can be raiders. Most are able to learn, to push aside that guilt in exchange for a warm bed... some simply aren't cut out for the job, and Joel tell the others they descided to leave. No goodbyes and all that.

Women depend. Many have special skills, especially older women. Medical is important, farming, clothes making etc. Hell, a handful became raiders too. Some who are younger and seem useful, Joel will play a little matchmaker. Keeping the world alive and repopulating... well he didn't exactly need a love match.

Sometimes, though, Joel would come across a young lady who was just... useless. Little to no skills, nothing of use...

That was you. He was certain he'd kill you or leave you for dead after taking everything you had... but he was merciful

Joel offered you a choice. You coul come with him, join the small group of women in his home. You would be used as stress relief for him and sometimes the other men if he felt they deserved it or needed a moral boost. He assured you they wouln't partake in violence, you wouldn't end up like so many others with raiders... just be good, and you'll remain fed and warm

First he's gotta make sure you're up to standard.

But Joel doesn't just take you to the house, he had Tommy gather up the men

Joel makes sure to make it slow. Piece of clothing by piece, inspecting your body. He treats you like a lamb, deciding to buy you or not. Makes sure you're tender and clean and sensative. Makes sure the meat is right where it needs to be. He must've liked what he saw.

You're naked and bare to all the men with hungry eyes, but Joel keeps your focus and he manipulates your body to where he wants it to be.

Joel doesn't shy away from keeping his cock in full view. He doesn't care that the men see it. He wants them to see. The physical manifestation of his power.

He fucks you there, while everyone watches, stroking their cocks. Porn videos had been gone nearly 20 years, this is what they had.

Joel fucked you with no shame, chosing positions that put both you and him on full display. When he put you on your back, Joel made no attempt to cove you up. Instead, he let the men see as every thrust of of his hips made your breasts bounce.

He took your legs, grabbing you by the ankles and spreading your feet wide in the air. He wanted to make sure everyone could see how he stretched you open.

Joel invites them closer. Tommy, the boldest, reaches out to wipe a tear from your eyes. But you aren't sad, you're intoxicated, overwhelmed with thankfullness to be chosen as you cum on his cock

Joel makes sure to let everyone know you came.

After he comes inside you little hole with a growl, Joel disengages from you, stepping off the twin bed

the men swarm in around you

They all cum on your body (but not your face), when one man finishes another takes his place, coating your skin in the cream

You must've taken 30 loads when it was all done

Joel pinches your cheeks. "You belong to me now"

You couldn't be happier

This got much longer than I anitipated so uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh more to come lol. I was initially thinking Joel with a harem but then things went cray

Reblog, comment, send asks if you wanna hear about the actual harem part

if you like culty joel please check out Devotion by @noxturnalpascal !!!!

And of course, shout out to @toxicanonymity for raider Joel, which is what got me into writing dark in the first place

[cupcakeslushie]

LITA MAY LITA MAY LITA MAY

Ok ok so I have like a bunch of questions feel free to ignore BUT

I) she has a tail. Is that a Kraang feature or do all the turtles in your universe have tails and hers is just extended?

II) Uh pink? Pink like Kraang? Did she choose her life colors, or???

III) Is. Is she. Is she autistic too

IV) Draxum-Hamato sooooo what does she call them? Did they argue about nicknames? Also was it Donnie’s choice to include Draxum’s name as well

V) Lita in the comics???

VI) Is there a reason her shell isn’t smooth like Donnie’s?

VII) What does she call Renet?

VIII) Ninpo question mark?

IX) Pupils! I love the way you draw her pupils. Is there a reason or is it just fun

X) Does she have a certain resistance to Kraang mind digging? Like that thing they did to interrogate Raph in the movie? To read his memories?

XI) So the cloak/scarf thing is Leo, the purple accents and stripes are Donnie, and the kneepads are Mikey. Any Raph references in her clothes?

Apologies if you’ve answered these before and I just didn’t see them! Have a good day and give Lita one too for goodness sakes girl’s had it rough already

1. It’s more of a Krang feature. I do love when the turtles are drawn with tails, but I didn’t do it from the beginning, and so for consistency sake in the EW universe I’ve held off. Maybe one day I’ll just say “fuck it” and give into the urge to give them all cute little tails. But even if I did, Lita’s would be much longer than any of the family’s (except Raph’s hypothetical tail lol).

2. Lita being albino and pink in the IDW comics pretty much made that Krang connection for me lol. I didn’t have to reach too hard with her design. She leans into it.

3. I have her personality very close to Leo’s canon personality, so she’s more on the ADHD side. She does have some sensory issues with sound, which a lot of ppl with adhd have (👋🏻). But being raised around the quiet and solemn Time Masters Sanctum it’s like really noticeable. When she visits the family, it can be very overwhelming, but rather than shutting down, she gets insanely riled up and can’t contain herself. It works though—everyone is more than happy to let her ramble on.

4. She never met either of them but Splinter of course would’ve been Jiji and Draxum would’ve been just Grandfather. Nothing too out of this world lol. And yes, Donnie chooses to embrace Draxum’s name.

5. Sorry idk what exactly this is asking. Like yes? Lita May is based off IDW Lita, from the comics 😅 sorry if I’m missing the question.

6. She is a spiny soft shell like Donnie, but yes, her spines are significantly more pronounced, thanks to, you guessed it!

7. Master Renet, or Aunty Ren in a more causal setting.

8. 🤫 we’ll see (I’m still trying to think of something cool and not too OP lol)

9. Her eyes are just for design fun, and to link her to Donnie some more!

10. That’s gonna be another big 🤫, but less because I haven’t decided and more just for the big spoilers! 😜

11. She’s kinda got two outfits atm and I think I might end up merging the two. Her simpler outfit of just her wraps and mask are very Raph coded, so I wanna figure out some sort of middle ground with the two.

[struggle-but-its-all-ocean-floor]

I'm already at work so I'm just going to rant for 5 minutes, so I can actually get something done today.

First of all, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

I laughed and smiled so much!!!

At first the show didn't seem as fun as I thought it would be, but... "Are you sure" REALLY is the appropriate title lmao.

Never in a million years did I expect Jimin's diarrhea to be the main plot. That was crazy. Poor guy, he was going through it. Pooping in public bathrooms is nasty.

And Jikook were so... it was so weird seeing them "alone" like that. They tease each other so much, and the play fighting and cuddling... Like when Jimin got into Jungkook's bed, they wrestled and then JK just pulled Jimin into bed and they brushed their teeth together... And when they cuddled in Jimin's bed in the morning...

Jungkook is really a kid at heart. Building a stone statue, running off to buy snacks, the eye exercise he does at night that he showed us on Weverse once lmao.

And he's sooooo hot. Like, he looked insanely handsome and hot the whole time. After falling in the water (hilarious btw)? Check. After a nap? Check. Wet from the rain? Double yes. I honestly didn't think I'd find him particularly attractive riding a motorcycle, but the way his clothes were clinging to his body, plus the sunglasses and exposed tattoos... Very hot. Him dancing in the rain, all casual and amazing? Very hot. He's so hot and stylish all the time, it's insane.

Pray for Jimin, our strongest soldier, who gave Jungkook butterflies when he grabbed his shirt.

Let's hope Jeju and Japan go better for Jimin though! Why did he keep eating heavy food on an upset stomach? He should've been eating plain rice and chicken, soup, drinking water, etc.

Also, they ate so much (mostly Jungkook). Jungkook's stomach is wow... In the last day in NY all they did was eat. Jungkook had a breakfast, immediately followed by lunch, and then a dinner 2 hours later... And Wallmart pizza cannot be that good but it's like everything is a 5 star course for them, lmao. It's amazing how they like anything. Wish I could be like that too. But please Jungkook, don't only drink water... You have to eat!

I'm going to rewatch the episodes at night and rant some more. Please share your thoughts!!!

[littlestarbigsky]

i made this post aaaand nobody told me no so yea it’s a fic now (a short one but a fic nonetheless!) oh man i had way too much fun with stevepop there’s definitely more where this came from-

here’s stevepop getting drunk lol

“y’know… you’re sooooo handsome,” soda gushed, laying on his stomach on steve’s bed, a pillow folded under his chest to keep him upright and his feet kicked up behind him.

steve blushed, knowing it was just the beer. soda never touched a drop of alcohol, he didn’t need it, but every now and then the two of them would get a good tip at work and combine them to buy themselves a six-pack. steve was used to drinking, how he reacted to it, the whole song and dance, but soda? soda was probably the biggest lightweight tulsa had ever seen. steve was three beers in and still doing alright, but soda had been giggling after his first and was barely able to stand halfway through his second.

“i gotta get out of my work stuff, still got oil all over me from that mustang,” steve tried not to sound too excited about the car they had worked on that day. he pivoted and pointed at soda, “you shut your eyes.”

soda giggled and clumsily put his hands over his eyes. steve quickly stripped off his dx shirt and oil-stained jeans, throwing them into the laundry basket in the corner and turning back to grab his pajamas from the bed.

“hey!” steve yelped as he caught soda staring at him. soda just giggled and blushed, well, as much as he could with how red his cheeks already were. “i told you to shut your eyes, you idiot!”

“but you’re soooo pretty,” soda smiled, propping his head up with one of his hands.

“and you’re soooooo drunk,” steve laughed, brushing some of soda’s unkempt hair off his forehead. “i guess if i asked you to cover your eyes you’d just look at me again.”

soda gave a noncommittal shrug and giggled again, his eyes still on steve’s hand, which had stopped to cup his face. steve shoved him gently back down onto the bed and grabbed himself a pair of pajama pants and thought better of finding a shirt to sleep in. if soda was this far gone, he would be plastered to steve’s side all night, if it was possible for him to be more touchy than he was when he was sober. either way, they would both be sweating half to death by the morning if they didn’t forego at least some of their clothing. besides, he liked that soda got to see his muscles.

“‘spose your sleepin in your work clothes then, huh, darlin?” steve asked, letting out a small laugh as he looked at soda, who was sprawled out on his back on the bed.

soda arched his back to look backwards at steve, his head digging into the mattress, “noooo, give me some of your stuff, stevie.”

steve laughed again, “alright, you gotta undress while i grab you something.”

this was easier said than done, apparently, because within a few seconds, steve had to grab soda by the arm to make sure he didn’t fall over taking his pants off and had to rescue him from his t-shirt another few minutes later. still, eventually steve got soda into a pair of his sweatpants was more than happy to fall into bed once they were done.

“do i get another beer?” soda asked, resting his head on steve’s collarbone, their bare chests pressed together under the sheets.

steve laughed, “absolutely not.”

soda gave a hearty sigh, which didn’t make steve any more eager to give him more alcohol, and snuggled closer so his body was flush up against steve’s side.

“you should try to get some sleep, pepsi,” steve mused, running a hand through soda’s hair. “we gotta work tomorrow.”

“not until later, though!” soda whined, his face buried in steve’s chest.

steve laughed lightly, “something tells me you’ll still be down for the count for a while, though. god damn lightweight.”

soda didn’t respond, just looked up at steve, his big brown eyes shining in the dim lamplight of steve’s bedroom.

steve smiled, “i always loved those pretty eyes of yours.”

soda’s eyes widened, as though to show steve more of his eyes, and they shared a laugh before soda slurred out, “and i love you.”

he emphasized the last word with a finger pressing into steve’s chest. steve did his best to ignore the warmth that flooded through his chest at soda’s words, but the feeling in his face told him that he was blushing anyways. they both giggled and steve kissed soda’s forehead before reaching over and turning out the lamp.

[juuuulez]

Some headcanons about Carl's dick looks like and how he is masturbating, what he likes most? very smutty you don't have to ;)

Jerking Off Headcanons.

UM I got carried away with this but also it was sooooo much fun!!!!

please send more of this stuff to my inbox because i am currently like a feral cat….

NSFW under the cut, all characters depicted are 18+, MDNI.

It’s slightly above average in length, but slender. Curved upwards a little at the tip.

He doesn’t masturbate often, given that he’s so busy. Usually, getting home results in immediately passing out, sometimes Carl doesn’t even get his clothes off before he’s out like a light.

But the ongoing war only causes his frustrations to grow, and he’d become snappy and restless. Those peaceful sleeps transitioned into hours of tossing and turning, as Carl felt like a ball of energy that just couldn’t be suppressed.

Months ago, when raiding a library for children’s books to give to Judith, he remembered peaking around the more… adult section. It was purely out of curiosity. He’d flickered through a magazine, but scrunched his nose at the crude images of women. Their lithe physic and pampered appearances wouldn’t hold up in this world, therefore he felt unable to be attracted to them.

But in that same library, in the more evocative section, something else caught his eye… a comic, which was certainly more his speed. It contained a female heroine who had been captured by the villain, her well-built frame and perfectly sculpted muscles restrained by ropes and other… questionable contraptions.

It was lewd and dirty, which caused quite a shock, but Carl couldn’t tear his eyes away. So, he brought the scandalous comic back with him, and threw it deep at the bottom of his sock drawer.

Now was probably the time above all to relieve some frustrations, so Carl dragged himself of bed to retrieve the almost forgotten about article.

He found that he enjoyed the tension, the build up. Laying back in bed, flipping through the pages. When it begun to heat up, he’d palm himself over his boxers, squeezing just enough to feel himself slowly hardening under his hand.

Only when the erotica progressed, with the heroine being tortured in more ways than one, did Carl pull out his cock. He started with slow, leisurely strokes, only ghosting his palm over the hot skin. All that pent up energy built and built until he was able to rub himself faster, squeezing slightly on the upstrokes.

As he got closer, he’d focus on the tip, mercilessly pressing his palm to the reddened skin, the slide only getting easier as he collected up the precum to slide back down his aching dick.

Flipping to a particular steamy page sent him over the edge, narrowly avoiding making any sound by moaning brazenly into the back of his hand, fighting to keep his eyes open and on the evocative image as strings of cum landed on his stomach and bedsheets.

It was the best relief he’d felt in his life, and knew that this would quickly become a new staple within his daily routine.

Lazily, Carl cleans himself up with an old shirt, though has the decency to wash it himself the next morning to avoid any awkward conversations.

Now, he can’t go without rubbing one out. If not every day, then two days at the most. It keeps him sharp, focused, and cool especially within battle against Saviours or walkers.

And of course, he made a trip back to that library, stashing away a few more instillations for his personal collection.

[grapenehifics]

Rotating the Obikin Lighthouse Fake-Married AU in my brain 🤔 Forgive me, I’m about to throw a lot of ideas at you because my plot brain is a mess lol.

So, I’m thinking this world but in the 1950’s to make them suitably cut off from the rest of the world and to enable some backstory for them both from WWII. Obi-Wan has already been a keeper of the lighthouse for two years now unaccompanied, but in the fall the owners of the house send him a letter requiring him to marry or else he’ll be fired in favor of an already wed keeper. Panicking, he writes a letter to the local town’s paper requesting an ad to be put out looking for a spouse/assistant keeper.

Anakin within this AU is desperate for a job due to backstory I haven’t thought of yet lol and looks through the newspaper ads to find Obi-Wan’s, and although marrying a stranger and working on a tiny island tending a lighthouse doesn’t sound like his thing, he immediately writes back for the promise of free room and board for six months.

Their first meeting is their wedding, officiated on the seaside dock of the island right after Anakin gets off the boat. From there, the fic would go through their awkward first few weeks, their conflict with one another confined to such a small space, then their budding friendship when they recognize themselves in one another.

I think the smut/romance would naturally come about in the winter, when they have to spend nearly every minute inside lest they freeze in the ocean’s icy mist. Would definitely feature cuddling for warmth, fireside bonding, sleeping in the same bed on the coldest nights 👀 I can just imagine all the kinky shit they’d get up to on a remote island the second the dam broke between them lmaooo

Happy ending is they eventually save up enough money and buy their own lighthouse as a proper couple

Sorry for the unsolicited idea dump! Ignore me if you’re not into it hahaha just had to throw my sudden plot around the AU somewhere!

OMG YES THIS EXACTLY this is what I was picturing too!!

Anakin could be having a hard time readjusting to life post-war that makes it difficult for him to hold down a steady job? PTSD, and/or that's where he lost an arm and that's been a tough transition? (Or employers simply look at him and *assume* he won't be able to do the job, even though he's perfectly capable.)

Their first few weeks together would be SO awkward and uncomfortable! Neither are very talkative or forthcoming so they just sort of...sit and stew, haha. Until one of them makes the other laugh and they learn to have a normal conversation :)

And then you had me at cuddling for warmth. The aesthetics of this is amazing. Fireplaces, warm blankets, hot tea...when they do have to go outside to work, they'll inevitably get soaked to the bone in a storm and need the other to get them out of their wet clothes, dry them off and warm them up!!

And sooooo much privacy; they can be as loud as they want together all the way out there, and have sex in every room of that lighthouse whenever they feel like it ;) (a.k.a. often) (The next owners might not love that part so much...)

EXTREMELY into this and would gladly read more of this anytime!! ♥♥♥ Thank you for running with this fun prompt!!

[silverofthunder]

☆ the greatest temptation ☆

Papa Emeritus IV x GN Reader || 🔞

summary: ”I know that one day I’ll have you and take a taste of that sweet wine flowing in your veins.”

content: 2.9k words, mystery (kind of), drama, fantasy, romance, suggestive stuff

♡♡ part 1 ♡♡ part 2 ♡♡ part 3 ♡♡ part 4 ♡♡

Oh, I had sooooo much fun while writing this part. 😁 The whole story feels so slow burn even though things are progressing all the time. And this isn't even that long yet. But anyway, this is another fave part of mine, hope you enjoy this!

It was already past 10 pm as you were walking home. You had had to stay longer at work due to Olivia being sick and there had been no other employee available. The cold air was pinching your cheeks and you tried to move your scarf up to cover your face more as you kept a fast pace, wanting to get home as soon as possible. You had decided to take a shorter route, though during this time it might not be the best option.

There were some people sitting on the streets with ragged and dirty clothes. They didn’t pay attention to you when you walked past them but your heart stung a bit as you thought how they probably lived on the outside. Being homeless didn’t necessarily mean that they were criminals but you still couldn’t shake the small feeling of uneasiness as you reached a point where the streetlights were broken.

Then someone grabbed you and pushed you around the nearest corner, pinning you against the wall and covering your mouth. With panic rising inside you, you tried to break free but the man was way too strong and then you saw him flashing the fangs to you.

”Oh, such a pretty snack walking here…” he spoke darkly, eyes glowing red as leaned closer. You swallowed, staring at the man, fear settling into you. You had no way out as your strength couldn’t match with the vampire’s so all you could do was to try stay calm.

”Wait… Do I know you?” the vampire asked, slowly moving his hand away from your mouth and you drew in a deep breath.

”No,” you answered.

The vampire tilted his head, the corner of his mouth turning up.

”I can swear I’ve seen you before,” he spoke, now running his forefinger along the side of your face, the sharp nail scraping your skin. ”Oh, yes, Hunter’s Moon. You were with one of the Emeritus brothers.”

You didn’t say anything, just stared at the vampire with gritted teeth. He licked his lips, his hand wrapping around your neck, the look in his eyes turning predatory.

”Hmm, would be nice to see what he does if I took a taste of his pet.”

”I wouldn’t try that,” another voice came from the right and you turned your head as much as you could to see Copia’s brother, Terzo leaning against the wall. You let out a breath you had been holding for a while, the fear now subsiding.

The other vampire hissed at Terzo and you knew it was a mistake. Everything happened so fast that you couldn’t even register it all but you were freed and Terzo and the other vampire disappeared into the darkness. You smoothed out your clothes, sighing, and were ready to head back home and just forget what happened.

”You’re not walking alone now,” you heard Terzo’s voice soon from behind you and turned around. He looked you up and down, slight line of worry on his forehead. ”You alright?”

”Yes, I just want to go home,” you sighed, feeling the exhaustion in your bones. ”Thank you by the way.”

Terzo stepped closer to you, a small smile passing his lips as he placed his hand on your shoulder.

”Hey, that was pretty close,” he stated quietly. ”I was lucky to caught your scent. Why did you even walk here?”

”I was taking a shortcut to home. Workshift was longer than usual and… well, you know,” you explained, giving a small wave of hand. Terzo nodded, his eyes closely studying you.

”You’re obviosly tired. Maybe it’s best if you crash at Hunter’s Moon tonight.”

A thought of a warm, soft bed was so tempting that you didn’t even bother to decline the offer. With a tired smile, you nodded and Terzo slid his arm around your shoulders and you leaned against him.

”Let’s go, then.”

You had barely woken up when someone rushed into the room and closed you in a tight embrace. When your tried mind realized it was Copia, you melted into it, burying your head into the crook of his neck, letting his familiar scent ground you.

”Oh, tesoro, I’m so sorry,” Copia spoke quietly. ”I should have been there to protect you.”

You shook your head, mumbling the next words against Copia’s skin.

”I’m okay.”

Copia pulled away, craddling then your face, his eyes full of worry and relief, too. You offered him a smile, placing your hand on his chest.

”It’s not your oblication to protect me. You can’t do that always. It was my mistake to choose that path.”

Copia’s expression changed pained and you knew he was not letting this matter go so easily.

”I would have never forgiven myself if you had been bitten.”

You patted his chest gently, cupping the side of his face with your other hand.

”Terzo was there and nothing happened. I would have kicked the vampire in the nuts but I suppose it wouldn’t have done much.”

Your attempt at trying to lighten the mood was almost successful as the smile was tucking at Copia’s lips even though he seemed to fight it.

”That I would have wanted to see,” Copia stated, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs. ”Though you probably would have only pissed him off by that.”

You grinned at Copia before leaning in to press a light kiss right on the corner of his mouth. You still hadn’t have time to properly go through the whole incident of the previous night so you didn’t know how to take it. Downplaying it wasn’t good but you were there, safe and still very much alive.

Copia captured your lips in a kiss, all sweet and slow, and you hummed into it happily. It deepened soon, Copia’s other hand sliding to the back of your neck while the other traveled down to your hip, pressing you against him. A small moan of yours was drowned into the kiss, your arms snaking around Copia’s middle as you slipped your tongue past his lips, the desire for more growing in your body.

When you swiped your tongue over where Copia’s fangs would be, he drew in a breath through his nose and a low growl left at the back of his throat, the sound of it sending shivers running through you. It would be so easy to just let go and let the desire drown you, let your bodies get tangled while exploring one another. Every cell in your body wanted that, to have him as close to you as possible.

Your hands went to the hem of Copia’s shirt and started pulling it up but then Copia moved his hands, stopping you as he broke the kiss. You let out a dissatisfied huff and Copia chuckled before his expression changed serious.

”Now’s not the right time for more,” he said, placing a kiss on your forehead as a compensation. ”I want you so much, in so many ways but I’m afraid I can’t control myself.”

Copia wasn’t lying, you could see it in his eyes – the fear tearing him, the sight causing your heart to make an unpleasant move behind your sternum. He didn’t like the idea of hurting you, no matter how many times you had told him it would be okay.

”I trust you,” you said, now again placing your hand on his chest. Copia gave you a half-smile.

”I know. You’ve always been so trusting,” he said softly, his hand settling under your chin. ”But the more time I’ve spent with you, I’ve realized how hard it has gotten for me to keep control. I thought I could fight against that primary instinct but you’re not making it easy.”

You tilted your head, a crooked grin finding its way on to your lips.

”I think I can feel that.”

Something predatory flashed in Copia’s eyes as he leaned closer, his lips almost touching yours. Warmth pooled in your lower body, your heart jolting and it felt like a timebomb was ticking beside you. Copia was that bomb, ready to explode when the timer would reach zero. Whenever you two had spent time together, it had been so easy to just forget what lied beneath Copia’s gentle exterior. He had been holding back all the time so no wonder all the tension was building up.

”You’ve been one of my greatest temptations so far,” Copia said, voice getting a bit rough as he continued after leaning closer to your ear. ”And I know that one day I’ll have you and take a taste of that sweet wine flowing in your veins.”

Suddenly you started to feel dizzy and if Copia wouldn’t have been there to catch you would have dropped to the floor. You swallowed, breaths coming out short after, mind filling with fog and your eyes fluttered closed. Copia hissed quietly in your ear and then you felt his lips on your neck, peppering light kisses on the skin. You gripped Copia’s arms tightly, heard your heartbeat ringing in your ears.

You would have let him take you, drink your blood right then. Pain or no pain, you would take it without hesitation.

”Il mio preriozo,” Copia whispered, the sound of his voice making you shiver. You breathed sharply, your fingertips digging into Copia’s arms, and there was a small voice somewhere at the back of your mind telling that he was testing you. How long would you be able to last?

You couldn’t blame him, though, for testing – or tempting – you. You had been doing the same to him and you had enjoyed every second of it. Grinning, you tried to push Copia further – and he let you do so, the dizziness oozing away from your mind due to the spell breaking. His expression was mix of predatoric-like hunger and something softer, a warm flame that had settled deep into him.

”Dammit, I want to be with you forever,” you breathed out. Copia grinned, fangs in full display but there was the familiar sadness reaching his eyes soon and the grin faded. He cupped your face, scanning every little detail he could find.

”You really have no any self-preservation instinct, do you?” he asked, raising his brows.

You shook your head, trying to keep a straight face but ending up grinning, nonetheless.

”I think that part might be missing.”

Copia stared at you for a while, then rolling his eyes with a smile and pulling you into a hug. You used the opportunity to slid your hands under his shirt and feel the cool, soft skin against your palms. Copia tightened his hold of you and you let out a long, content sigh.

There would be right time for everything, that was sure.

Your mind was full of all kinds of unprintable stuff as you basically stormed into Hunter’s Moon after very annoying workshift. You had to walk through a crowd of other people and vampires before finding your way to the back, go through the door that led to a corridoor and a staircase up at the end of that which lead to the private rooms of Emeritus brothers. Copia’s room was the last on the left and you didn’t even bother to knock, placing your hand on the doorknob and turning it – the door wasn’t locked and you could just barg in.

The sight that awaited you was something you had not expected, though you probably should have as Copia was a vampire after all. Copia was sitting behind his desk and there was a person on his lap, leaning against him and Copia’s face was buried on their neck, fangs clearly sank into the skin. You froze on the spot, blinking and mouth falling open.

Copia’s eyes found yours immediately, the dark look in them making your stomach turn – it wasn’t unpleasant, more like a thrill doing flips. He raised his head a little, the blood smeared fangs becoming present and the person he was feeding off from mumbled something you couldn’t quite catch. Copia just looked at you and this time you could only see the beast in him – there were only hard edges in sight, certain darkness that should have made your blood run cold but it didn’t.

This was it, what you had wanted to see for a while now. Copia who fully embraced the vampire side of him, who let his instincts do what it was meant to do. It was fascinating, to see how Copia then sank his fangs into the neck of his prey again, the satisfaction he got when the blood slowly killed his hunger. The person he fed from seemed to be in a some kind of drugged state, maybe due to vampire venom, and they probably had given their consent before any of this had happened.

The whole feeding seemed intimate but you knew that there was no more to it. Copia’s hands were just holding the person at place, otherwise he sat there like a statue. But there was still the slightest bang of jealousy – you wanted to be there instead of that person. And it was like Copia could sense that want in you, he pulled away from the person’s neck, his chin and paints now smeared with blood. He licked his lips before standing up, carrying the person to the bed on the right side of the room.

Then Copia walked to you, stopping right in front of you, his eyes glimmering danger and you swallowed, your heart now hammering in your chest. There was still no fear in you and you reached out to touch Copia’s face, the dark lines that resembled elevated veins now visible around his eyes. Copia flashed his fangs as your fingertips ghosted over his skin and he looked like he wanted to take you then and there, his gaze so intense and hypnotizing.

You smiled in awe, leaning closer, sliding your fingers onto his lips and Copia drew in a deep breath through his nose, his hands grabbing your arms and sharp nails digging into your skin.

”You should go,” Copia croaked out, sounding almost desperate. ”Now.”

It was a warning – maybe. However, you had no intention to go anywhere. So you just shook your head, leaning now so close to Copia that there was only a mere inch between your lips.

”Why should I? I’m not afraid of you,” you said quietly and the look in Copia’s eyes changed into a mix of wonder and disbelief.

”You’re too good for me.”

”No,” you spoke softly, now cupping Copia’s face, smiling warmly. ”You deserve this – to be happy.”

Copia’s gaze turned into a warm sea of red and white, completely melting your heart. You could feel this fun, warm vibration around you, but there was also some darker, deeper force pulling at you from within. Maybe it was love, though slightly twisted kind of that, maybe lust and fascination or everything at once.

”I believe that with you I can’t be anything else than happy,” Copia admitted and while it might have been a bit too optimistic and sappy view, it still meant a lot to you.

You let out a long sigh, gaze flickering to Copia’s lips that were slightly parted. They were still partly covered by blood of the stranger so you slid your thumb over them, trying to wipe it away. However, Copia gently took a hold of your wrist and stopped you. For a moment you held your breath as you thought you had offended him by doing so but as your eyes met, there was no sign of hurt visible and you could release the breath.

”Leave it, I’ll wash it away later,” Copia said, pressing your hand against his chest. ”This is who, what I am. The sight is not as glorious as you might have thought.”

You gave him a half-smirk.

”I rather see my blood on there.”

Copia smirked back at you.

”I know. We’ll get there at some point, tesoro.”

You knew that it would happen eventually. By now there were no doubt about that. You were getting a bit impatient – waiting for some things you really wanted could be hard – but you knew it was best to wait a while yet. Out of the two of you, Copia was certainly more of the voice of reason, making sure that you knew what you were really getting yourself into.

A voice coming from the bed interrupted your moment, startling you as you had already forgotten their presence. You peeked behind Copia and saw the person now sitting on the bed, looking at you with wide eyes. Copia turned around and the person stood up, smoothing out their clothes.

”You feeling good?” Copia asked, and the person nodded, their eyes then settling on you. You offered them a polite smile and they smiled at you back with a bit of hesitation.

”Sorry if I interrupted something,” they apologized, heading to the door but stopping after opening it and turning to look at you. ”Uhm, I happened to hear a part of your conversation. It seems like you two have a special bond.”

You shared a look with Copia, both smiling knowingly.

”I guess we have,” you stated happily.

”I’m happy for you,” the person said and after one last smile they left the room. Their words warmed your heart and now you felt kind of silly that you had been jealous of them. You knew there wouldn’t be others, not in the way like you were. When you turned to look at Copia, there it was, clear as a day in his eyes – adoration, deep affection, and you could swear that in that moment you fell for him a little bit more.

You were so gone that there would be no point of return anymore.

taglist: @nijiru

[octuscle]

Hello, chronivac support? I was gonna go watch that barbie movie with some friends and they said we had to coordinate clothes, so I tried using the chronivac to change my wardrobe for something appropriate. I think something went wrong though, Im feeling real weird and dumb, I can't stop smiling, and I think my name wasn't Ken before, but I can't be sure.

I'm a Barbie girl in a Barbie world…! Man, how I love this song. And how I'm looking forward to this movie. Ryan Gosling is sooooo hot!

But don't hold it against me, there can only be one Ken. And it's not you. If it's NOT Ryan, I want to take the role. Sorry, in this particular case, I can't take any competition. But Ken does need a playmate. And I want you to have fun at the movies.

You can keep the name Ken for all I care. I also think the high pink training shoes are really cute on you! But otherwise you are wearing way too much for my taste.

Much better! Your besties will be pink with envy. I got you premiere tickets. As compensation for the fact that I may be the only and true Ken (next to Ryan). Have fun on the pink carpet!

[shadowjax]

Green Eyed

Cassandra Vole x M/C, Cassandra Vole x Reader

A03

Summary: Set in the summer between years 6/7, working a customer service job has you drained. Someone isn't a fan of all the attention you are receiving.

A/n: No I didn’t transfer my account to NE and continue to play on WB cuz mobile is very convenient. Don’t ask how I got the heritage outfit again and lost the free scholar robes. I also didn’t know you could look at outfits you don’t own sooooo yeah I’m having fun with that.

*Shares are appreciated*

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Divider by: @saradika-graphics

You didn’t mind working at the Three Broomsticks; you’d always enjoyed the atmosphere as a patron. There was a sense of independence that came from earning your own money. Now that you were earning your galleons there was no longer a need to make a trip to Gringotts. Given the uneven exchange rates between currencies, you felt guilty asking your parents for money for school supplies or other expenses. Especially now that you are taking more advanced courses as well as growing out of your old clothes. There is something bittersweet about no longer fitting in your old uniform, when you first came to Hogwarts you were so short. 

While the interior decor made the inn feel cozy certain clientele weren’t the most favorable, 

Rowdy drunk adults or bothersome teens disrupted the peace, making your shift more unbearable at times. Your regulars were very kind and respectful, adding a positive touch to your shift. The least favorable was when you had to suck up to them, the sides of your face becoming sore from wearing a permanent smile. You were hoping not to run into too many classmates over the summer, but there has recently been an influx in the dining hall.  Specifically, girls from your year, many of them tried to make small talk which you were horrible at. Some of the more popular girls who had never batted an eye before were now complimenting your appearance. You weren’t sure where this attention towards you came from.  

Maybe it was the outfit you were wearing because at school you mainly wore a uniform. You wore a white long-sleeve button-up with cuffed sleeves tucked into black pants, and the first two buttons were undone. Over the shirt, you wore a brown buttoned vest with a black apron tied around your waist and a pair of black sneakers. You wore a singular glove on your right hand, covering your scarred skin.

You were fairly average-looking, though there were many others in your class who were gifted with better genetics. Being on the shorter side thanks to your genes, you weren’t the most athletic or smartest. Recently you started to slick your hair back with a couple of pieces hanging in front of your face. You preferred having longer hair and decided to style it differently once your bangs had become too long.  The dark veins creeping up the side of your neck to your jaw weren't the most attractive.

“Alright here is your food, anything else you need ladies.” You eyed the four girls at the table, wiping your hands over your apron. 

“Mind telling me when you get off work?” Amanda was her name, Hufflepuff, she had straight black hair tied in a ponytail, on the Quidditch team. She rested her head on her hand, leaning casually against the table.

It took a second for you to register her question. “I do apologize I am working a double today. If that’s all I’ll be going now.” You awkwardly laughed while scratching the back of your head. 

The rest of the shift was fairly average, with a few mail addresses written on napkins here or there which you would throw out immediately. After a while, you weren't in the mood for small talk and just wanted your extended shift to be over. While you were busy attending to several tables, you didn’t notice a certain blonde enter the inn. It wasn’t until you glanced over to her usual spot that you realized she had arrived. She sat on the second floor, always watching you work no matter how much she denied it. 

"You're early, I won't be off for a while." A genuine smile crossed your face for the first time, and your heart fluttered. You brought Cassandra a cup of iced black tea with lemon and a cup of fruit. She wore a long Victorian-styled velvet emerald dress with flowers embroidered around the bottom, long sleeves, and ruffles along the edges. She had clearly put in extra effort, with her hair styled in a French braid ponytail and her makeup carefully applied.

“I already got what I needed from Bewildering Blooms, it’s much too hot outside.” She made a gesture with her hand for you to lean down, took the napkin off her lap, and patted the sweat off your forehead. 

“I hope you don’t mind, I’ll probably fall asleep on the train later. All this socialization has been very draining.” The two of you were going to do some sightseeing in the city of London. You had saved enough galleons and were very excited to be spending time with Cassandra. 

"Watching you run around frazzled is quite entertaining. What did that Hufflepuff girl want?" She questioned, gently placing a piece of fruit in her mouth to avoid ruining her lipstick. 

Quickly answering, "She was asking me when my shift ends. Not entirely sure why."

“Hmph.” Cassandra turned, focusing her attention on the lively patrons on the floor below.

The last few hours of your shift were a bit of a blur, thankfully you didn’t have to break up a bar fight. You waited at the table for the current Gryffindor Prefect, Emily, a skilled duelist you had encountered many times. Unlike her friend, she only gave one-word sentences. Until her friend broke the silence.

“Would you like to go out with my friend over her who is too shy for her own good?” The question came from a voice you had never heard before, Emily’s friend was a new face.  

You paused for a moment, stunned by the bluntness. Emily was clearly embarrassed by her friend’s actions she apologized. “I...You seem very nice. Though I have to decline.” Wait is that why so many girls were seeking your attention with the small talk and the letters ohhhhhh.

Pulling you out of your thoughts, Emily’s friend commented. “Why not, it's not like you're seeing anyone.” Ok, you were ready to simply walk way. The comment set something off inside you. 

“Are these two bothering you?” Cassandra approached from behind, wrapping her arm around yours. “Madame Rosemetta says your shift is over.” 

“Ahh, thank you.” You turn towards the table, “Enjoy your evening.” You lead Cassandra to the second floor towards the room you were staying in. You quickly rinse yourself off and change into more comfortable clothes. A white button-up underneath a black sweatshirt tucked into a pair of black pants. 

“Thank you for stepping in.” 

Exiting the bathroom you find Cassandra seated on the edge of your bed. “I shouldn't have to. I have to admit you are a bit dense.” While your relationship wasn't a secret, neither of you had openly displayed affection in public.  

“Well, I think you’ve made quite the statement.” You commented, quickly glancing at her through the mirror while fixing your collar. 

“I don’t like seeing others throwing themselves at you.” She pursed her lips and crossed her arms.

“Jealous are we?” You teased, slowly walking towards where she sat.

“Hmph as if.” She expressed, quickly turning her head to the opposite side. 

Standing in front of her, you pushed up your sleeves, ran a hand through your hair, and then gently placed your scarred hand beneath her chin, lifting her face until her eyes met yours, “Well, this dense idiot all yours my dear.” Flustered, her breathing hitched.

She took your hand, hastily grabbing your bag before leaving the room.  Walking through the crowd of busy patrons, hand in hand, Cassandra scanned the room. Just before reaching the exit, she paused, making sure your classmates were watching, then pulled you in for a quick kiss before hastily leading you out of the inn. A smirk plastered her lips as she confidently strode to the train station.

The two of you bought your tickets and sat in a private compartment. The door was shut to block out extra noise, your belongings were placed on the shelf above, and the seats were very comfortable. The rhythmic sound of the train gliding along the tracks created a soothing white noise in the background. You laid down on the seat, using Cassandra’s lap as a headrest.

“You know my friends are going to hound us when we get back to school right?” You were staring into those beautiful green eyes.

“At least now you can work without being bothered by other students.” She gently traced the dark veins on the side of your face. 

“That explains the influx in attention towards me, I assumed they were just being nice. I’m pretty average and all.” 

“You’re not entirely average. But I do expect you to turn them down without freezing up.” 

“After your stunt, I’d say I won’t have to worry about that.” Your eyes grew heavy from the soothing sound of the train and the gentle sensation of her fingers tracing your scars. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep while she read to keep herself busy. Occasionally she’d look down at your sleeping form and a soft smile appeared.

Pt.2 london tour anyone? I’m having way too much fun with the full mirror btw

[allianettemie5]

Honestly, if any CC reads this I will have my goal achieved, so proceed

Warning: about CCs and fanfiction, so to those who can be triggered, pls skip this

I hail from a big streamer-based fandom, a place that had apologists, haters, and those who tried their best to be within everyone's boundaries of privacy; there were a lot of artists and writers there, excellent ones, who could rival published authors tbh. I am in awe of many of them. I mostly stayed out of any controversies, though they naturally were bound to find me in whatever corner of the world I was hiding. Privacy breaches, a lot of dirty clothes being dug out, CC targeting, mental illnesses, fans being unable to separate characters from content creators, and more. It's disgusting

I went to among us streamers in search for idk maybe more mature vibe, and I thought I found peace for just a short while. But lobby slot arguments, people not clicking with each other, that even led to shouting matches, bringing the group mood down. It was exhausting. The fandom was as creative, less explosive but was new, inconsistent and shaky, and it seemed that nobody knew each other

I don't see that much in PR1 streaming group and PR2 community. I enjoy talking to people that hang out here and enjoy the same things that I enjoy in a similar way that I do, and they are all just wonderful, just amazing, and fun, and crazy, and insane (in the best way possible). There is peace between CCs and fans, both sides addressing the bad things that happen in the fullest once, just once, and that is always enough for the both sides to keep the matter quiet and just keep up the positivity and mutual understanding

However

The recent events (that were basically just a sum up of several events prior to that, and it started way back a decade ago) actually rose a serious concern, that I was really hesitant to address, but it's that time I guess (yt "we have to talk" thumbnail)

I have not encountered online bullying directed at myself yet, and I hope I'll never have to, and I wish that my fellow PR2 people will not experienced that in the future

I know what irl bullying is though, I've experienced it first hand. I know what it is like to be hated and publicly laughed at because of being different. I know what it feels like to hear slurs and hate-talk about yourself and those who are very close to you from such a prejudiced point of view

I just escaped all of that. I have enclosed myself within a tiny space, consisting of only those who I want to speak to, those who I enjoy listening to, topics I feel safe reading and not going to lose my last nerves on

I'll say this once, and will not make another tumblong on this topic

If an abstract CC wants to read fanfiction sooooo fucking badly, they should

Suck it up and make an account, fucking coward

ASK THE AUTHOR FOR PERMISSION YOU ASS

Do not make fun of a real living person because they do what they enjoy for their friends to read

Do not make content of other people's hard work in a disrespectful way

Do not FUCKING STREAM reading the fanfic without EXPLICIT PERMISSION from the author

Imagine if the developers of a game, that you enjoy playing a lot and create playthroughs and guides and theory and lore exploration videos, come across your content and start yelling in their twits how fucking dumb you are, omg we can't believe that someone would in their right mind create these, LLOOOOOOOLLLLL WHAT AN IDIOT, what would you feel? You go to your comments and see haters and insults and you receive messages that you're a disgusting person and should stop doing whatever you were doing, what would you do? How would you respond?

If certain CCs don't learn that boundaries go both ways they can very well expect their fans number decreasing in a rapid rate

[star-centric]

Thank you! I'd be happy to request! I'd love a story with Mina Ashido x gn!reader (platonic if that's alright). Reader hasn't got a good sense of fashion, though they've always admired Mina for her expressiveness. Reader asks Mina for fashion advice, and Mina is delighted to help out. Is something like that okay?

PAIRING: Mina Ashido x Gender!Neutral Reader

NOTE: Yes this is so cute!! Sorry this took so long 💔 I had writers block for a good minute lol but hopefully that’s over with!

CW: fluff, platonic, SFW, gender neutral reader, reader’s a little insecure but is trying

Sometimes you found yourself envious of Mina.

She was always confident, had no hard times making friends, and had a fashion sense- something that you severely lacked. Living in the dorms and being around your classmates made that very obvious.

You wanted to be like Mina in a sense. You didn’t want to keep being holed in your room, avoiding going out with them. You didn’t want to keep missing game nights because you were worried what they would say about your outfit. You wanted to have fun too.

You wanted to express yourself freely and be comfortable in your own skin like the others were.

And you knew the one person that could help.

“Fashion advice?”

“Yeah.” You sheepishly answered, looking everywhere but at Mina. “My wardrobe is a little…outdated, to say the least. But I don’t know how to exactly fix it. And I know that you have a really great fashion sense so I was wondering if you could…help me?”

You would have continued rambling but you felt hands pace up with your own before you could.

“Of course I would love to help!” You swear that you saw literal sparkles in her eyes. “I have so many ideas on what we could do. I saw something the cutest outfit the other day that I think would look perfect on you-”

Mina’s excitement outshone your own right now, as she was already thinking of new things for you to try. When she let out a gasp, you were starting to get a little worried.

“We can go shopping!” She squealed. You didn’t have a chance to even respond before you were pulled out of her room and rushed down the hallway.

“We can’t waste any time- I know the first place we can go to!”

—

You looked different.

The outfit Mina had you try was…nice. Really nice. Like hard to take your eyes off of yourself nice. All of the outfits she had you try on was stunning- and it was hard to believe that the person in the mirror was you.

“Sooooo- what do you think?”

“I love it!” Mina’s excitement was contagious, and it was hard to wipe the smile off of your face. It was a breath of fresh air to see yourself like this. It felt refreshing- you finally felt comfortable.

“Good- me too! I love the way the colors pop against your skin, and the way they bring your eyes out too. This one we have to leave with.”

“You said that for the last 3 outfits.”

“Because they all look so good on you duh- and they’re on sale! No way we’re we gonna pass on this.” Mina grabbed the bundle of clothes hanging on the dressing room door. “Meet me at the register when you’re ready!”

You don’t know how much time passed at the mall, but by the time you both were leaving the sun was beginning to set. The total surprisingly wasn’t that bad, and you both walked out with plenty of bags in each hand. But you felt light- it felt empowering. You can’t remember how long it’s been since you felt like this.

“Thanks again for tagging along, Mina. I really do appreciate it.”

“Of course! Shopping is my forte so it was never an issue. Besides, you seemed kinda down lately so I’m glad this was able to help you feel better.”

That made you stop in your tracks. She noticed? You wanted to lie and try to play it off, but all you could do was stumble over your words.

“It’s not hard to notice when you’re cooped in your room 24/7.”

Which was…true. She wasn’t wrong. You still felt a bit embarrassed though. Mina didn’t let you linger on your thoughts, skirting in front of you. She gently called your name.

“You don’t have to be alone all the time. We’re all here for you- I’m here for you. There’s nothing wrong with you either.”

“I…I know Mina.” You knew she was telling the truth, but your mind made it hard to believe them. But, today was the first step in making that change. You took a deep breath, willing yourself to be more confident. “I know.”

“You had fun today right?”

You nodded, it’s been a while since you smiled so much.

“So let’s keep hanging out then- today doesn’t have to be the only day we do this either. I’m always open to shopping, and we could always do more stuff in the common room with everyone. I just don’t want you to think you’re alone because you’re not.”

“I really want that too.”

Your words were sincere, and while it would take baby steps, you were ready for the new changes that would start to make yourself look- and feel better too.

[yourlocaldisneyvillain]

Heyyy! I have a fic request!

I totally HC that Larissa was in smart-people classes, student council rep, head of academic clubs and probably class valedictorian or something.

Then… there’s this wonderful (gay) song called “little miss perfect”.

I’ve been picturing Larissa discovering she’s gay for the first time, terrified it’ll ruin her reputation but finally she goes for it and kisses her crush!

(At the end of the song there is angst about being scared of what other people think and “falling off my throne” you could include that if you like? Or just pure fluff? Honestly if you like the idea you can literally do whatever you want to it aha.)

Obviously there’s no pressure to do this if you don’t want to :)

Stay safe and happy 🤍

hellooooo!!! i had sooooo much fun writing this -- i took some liberties and made it a larissa/morticia thing bc it seemed fitting! i absolutely love these types of plots i was so excited to write this!!! (also love this song?????? i went feral listening to it dsajfhigbx)

hope you like it!!!!! here's the ao3 link -- don't hesitate to leave a comment if you feel so inclined -- it makes my heart sing :)

tw: internalised homophobia, slight angst (but with a happy ending)

Larissa runs laps alone before cheerleading practice, trying to clear her mind. She feels like throwing up and it’s not because of physical activity. 

She can’t believe what she’s done. What has gotten into her? To risk her reputation, everything she’s spent years building, and for what? For a pretty face? A momentary attraction, a lapse in judgement?

Love?

She picks up the pace, even though she already feels the burn in her lungs.

Love is not something she would know about. Love is a feeling, and feelings come and go. She has ambitions, a career to think about — a reputation that goes beyond this school (a school full of people who know her parents, who are all involved in the same social circles, who all know her and who would never look at her the same way again… if they knew).

She forces herself to slow down, not wanting to overexert herself before cheerleading practice. No one can see she is upset. She is never visibly upset in front of people.

Well. 

Except for her.

She is the only person who has ever seen her — truly seen her. She has seen her upset, she has seen her happy — she knows things Larissa has never, ever told anyone before, as well as those little things no one has ever bothered to remember. She knows about her parents’ troubled marriage (they would never divorce — they have a reputation to uphold), that her fondest childhood memory is the day her father finally took a day off and took her fishing with him — she had so much fun stepping in mud while he laughed at her (she was so happy that not even her mother’s yelling when she came back home in mud-stained clothes could spoil her mood) — and she knows that Larissa’s favourite snack are terrible, greasy mini-doughnuts with strawberry filling from the little diner just outside their campus. Sometimes she gets them for Larissa unprompted and Larissa pretends to be upset because she really shouldn’t have that much sugar or grease if she wants to maintain her perfect figure — but she eats all of them anyway.

She picks up the pace again — her lungs burn and tears threaten to spill, but she doesn’t let them because what would people say if her eyes were all red and her mascara smudged? They would know she was crying.

She has a reputation to uphold.

Memories from last night play on repeat in her mind. She and Morticia (her best friend, her roommate, her cheerleading co-captain — and her absolute downfall) were sitting on Larissa’s bed. Morticia, always the wild one, managed to persuade her into buying some disgusting, lemon-flavoured beer. They are drinking it together as she braids Larissa’s hair. 

***

“Why don’t you ever wear your hair curly, Rissie? It would suit you,” Morticia asks as she braids her hair.

“My hair is naturally a little bit curly,” Larissa says, “I just always blow-dry it straight.”

“Why?” 

“I guess I just don’t like it.”

“I like it.” 

“Well, you do have a peculiar sense of style,” Larissa teases her and gasps as Morticia swats her arm. “Hey! That hurt,” she laughs, rubbing her arm.

“You deserve it,” Morticia laughs back, showing no remorse. “There, all done,” she says as she finishes the braid. “It looks really pretty — but you’re so pretty that anything looks good on you, so it’s no surprise.

Larissa blushes despite herself. She never blushes when somebody else tells her that — she knows she’s pretty, because she spends so much time perfecting her makeup, taking care of her hair, working out, eating right — of course she looks pretty! — but Morticia is different. She says it to her even when Larissa is makeup-less, in her pajamas, when her hair is a mess, when she hasn’t brushed her teeth in the morning yet and when she is sweaty from cheerleading practice — in fact, it is especially during those times that Morticia makes a point of saying it to her. It makes Larissa’s heart flutter.

“My arm still hurts, you know,” Larissa tries changing the subject. “I will have a bruise and it will look bad in my cheer uniform.”

“Oh, so dramatic! It was just a little slap.” Morticia rolls her eyes and scoots to sit in front of Larissa again, then hands her the beer. Larissa takes a sip. 

“Here, give me your arm, I will kiss it better.”

There are butterflies in her stomach as Morticia rolls up her sleeve and plants a gentle kiss on her upper arm. Her lips are impossibly soft and warm.

Morticia looks at Larissa’s eyes, smiling widely. “Better?” she asks.

Larissa stares at her, captivated. She feels the ghost of Morticia’s lips on her skin. 

“Rissie?”

Without thinking, Larissa cups Morticia’s face, pulls her closer, and kisses her.

Morticia tastes like sweet citrus beer and peppermint gum. Her lips are warm and soft and wet, and Larissa loves it. She feels fuzzy and warm — not just from the beer— and it’s just… right. Larissa wants to spend the rest of her life kissing Morticia.

They kiss for a while. It’s soft and sweet in the beginning, but then it grows hungrier. Morticia climbs into Larissa’s lap, straddling her, and her hands start to wander. 

Larissa feels like she’s in heaven. She briefly opens her eyes, wanting to sneak a glance at Morticia, drink in how pretty she is — but what catches her eye instead is their reflection in the window. She watches herself in the window pane — kissing a girl — and reality hits her.

She pulls away.

“Tish, I…”

“What’s the matter, Rissie? We can slow down if you want to.” Morticia’s voice is soft, and she runs her hand over Larissa’s cheek.

“I just— I— I can’t, Tish. I have to go,” Larissa says. Her heart breaks at the confusion in Morticia’s eyes, but she forces herself to look away. 

She bolts out of the room, leaving Morticia sitting on the bed, in shock. 

She spends the night at Jessica’s and Tara’s room, telling them Morticia wanted to bring a boy tonight. They don’t question it, because Morticia is known to be a party girl (Morticia did use to bring boys to their room, but she hasn’t in months — not since she and Larissa got closer). Larissa  laughs and chats with them for a while before bed, surprising even herself with how good of an actress she is. She only allows herself to shed a single tear once she’s convinced Jessica and Tara are asleep.

She has a reputation to uphold.

***

A voice brings her back to reality.

“Larissa!” 

A voice she would recognise anywhere is calling her name. She starts running faster. 

“Larissa, wait! Please, let’s talk about this! Larissa!” 

She hears the voice getting closer — Morticia must be running after her.

“There is nothing to talk about, Morticia!” Larissa shouts. “Other girls will get here soon, so you should stop screaming my name and making a scene!”

“I will stop screaming your name if you slow down! And the girls will see nothing — they will just see us running laps to warm up before practice.”

Larissa slows down. Her lungs ache — she has overexerted herself. She wants to scream at herself for being so stupid and emotional. 

Morticia finally catches up to her, but Larissa doesn’t even spare her a glance, looking at her shoes instead. They walk side by side, breathing heavily.

Finally, Morticia speaks.

“I just want to talk about it, that’s all. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way about me like I do about you.”

Larissa’s heart breaks as she lies without even blinking.

“It was a mistake. I just wanted to try it out, see how it feels. I like boys, sorry. Let’s not mention it again.”

“I don’t buy that for a second, Larissa.”

“Well, it’s the truth.”

“No, it’s bullshit. I know what this is about, and it’s exactly what I feared would happen.”

“You’re delusional, Morticia, there is nothing between us.”

“I might be delusional, but you are a fucking coward!” Morticia’s voice is shaking. Larissa knows she is on the verge of crying. Her heart is breaking…

…but she has a reputation to uphold.

“Stop yelling, people will hear,” Larissa hisses, and finally looks at her.

Morticia is looking at her, big brown eyes full of unshed tears. Larissa wants to hold her, apologise, kiss her tears away — but she doesn’t. 

“That’s the only thing you care about, don’t you? What people will say if they find out Larissa Weems — Little Miss Perfect, Little Miss Head Of Student Council, Captain Of Cheerleading Club, a straight A student — has a big lesbian crush on her roommate. You don’t care about me, you only care about your stupid reputation, I am aware — but the least you could do is have the courage to tell me you like me, but you’re too much of a coward to do anything about it! Don’t  fucking gaslight me and try to convince me you this means nothing to you!”

“It doesn’t,” Larissa tries to lie, but Morticia is having none of it.

“Coward! Tell me, why did you kiss me? Look me in the eye and tell me I mean nothing to you and I will leave you alone. I will request to change rooms, I will leave your perfect life, and we can be two strangers on the cheer team and never talk again. Just tell me and I swear to God, Larissa, I will do it!”

“God, Morticia, what do you want me to say!? Fine. Fine! ” she shouts, losing her temper. “I kissed you because I wanted to, because I think you’re pretty, because I think you’re smart, because you make me feel alive, and loved and cared for, because you’re the only person who truly knows me! And I have no idea what to do about that!”

She stops walking. She’s fully crying now, crying because everything is a mess, because she overexerted herself before practice, because she ruined her mascara and everyone will know she’s been crying and everyone will see her ugly white eyelashes, and because she let herself lose her composure… 

…but most of all, because she is in love with her best friend.

“I kissed you because I love you, Tish,” she cries, “I’m sorry, I’ve been such a bitch to you, I just don’t know what to do.”

Morticia says nothing. Larissa doesn’t know what she’s thinking, because she cannot bear to look at her, cannot bear to see the hurt and the disappointment in her eyes, knowing the she is the cause of her pain. She sobs. She has caused her favourite person in the world pain.

Larissa suddenly feels herself being pulled into a tight hug.

They stay like that for a while. Morticia strokes her hair — it’s slightly curly because of the braid it’s been in. Morticia is surprised Larissa didn't straighten it this morning. She knows it’s silly, but that gives her a tiny bit of hope.

“I don’t know what to do either,” Morticia whispers into Larissa’s shoulder, “but we’ll figure it out. Come on, let’s go. We are not going to practice today.”

Larissa nods. As Morticia holds her hand and drags her over the football field, the only thought in her mind is how soft Morticia’s hands are. 

They skip practice that day, Morticia expertly lying to their coach, telling her they both caught a stomach bug. She believes them because they never skip practice and sends them to the infirmary. They don’t go — instead they spend the afternoon drinking slushies and eating mini-doughnuts in that diner near campus. They talk and they talk, and before they are about to go back to campus, Larissa lays a hand on Morticia’s — and leaves it there. Morticia’s eyes widen —  the diner is full, anyone could see them. She gives Larissa a questioning look, and Larissa gives her a fearful one — but she doesn’t remove her hand.

It’s a start.