#think i'm going to sleep with a teddy and a night light today

[the-fiction-witch]

No Girls?

Media The Maze Runner : Death Cure

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Smutty / Flirty

Concept A Glade with No Girls

Smut: Sexy Discussions / Sexual Language / Semi Nudity

I sat watching the ocean shift and change with each of its little waves, the ship to the side being worked on relentlessly by anyone with enough skill to do so. I sat repairing various clothes and tent flaps that had been dropped off to me a skill I'd always used and honestly enjoyed something about sitting down with a needle and some thread was so very calming indeed. But I wasn't alone I had newt beside me one of the group A boys who had gotten cosy with Vince I got along with most of them but newt especially we had a comfort with each other I suppose he had a day off from his usual work welding and cutting metal work on the ship a task Vince trained him in as his steady hand was well suited for it. But today he was resting his ankle up sitting with me as I worked. 

"Why didn't you try a big ladder?'

"We did. Couldn't build one big enough."

"What about like scaffolding?'

"Y/n I don't know how else to explain this to you the walls were too big to do that." 

"Did you try a big stick?" I asked and he glared at me "do like a pole vault" 

"Your really just not getting how big these walls are"

"No if it's a wall it can be scaled." 

"Okay so if you could get to the top then what?"

"Walk along the top."

"That doesn't connect. And moves every night"

"Fine. Still sounds dull"

"Says the girl who lived in a shopping centre with a bunch of cranks for two years"

"I wore stylish pre apocalypse fashion, ate so many fancy candies and slept on a whole bed of teddy bears. My life was awesome" 

"Sure sounds like it" he laughed

"So how many girls again?'

"One"

"Ooohh bet you boys fought over her. Or what she just one of those free love types who'd let all of you straight boys at her"

"No, she was only in the glade a week so"

"How long were you in there?'

"Three years"

"And you had one girl for a week?'

"Yeah'

"I'm surprised she got out the box without being drowned"

"...by what?" 

"A river of goo"

He glared at me again "we didn't all immediately jizz ourselves when we saw a girl"

"Really? Cause I think sixty boys in a large maze together for three years would be pretty hyped for a girl. Except the gay guys they probably didn't care all that much. Bisexuals hyped over threewaY possibilities. Asexuals wouldn't really care either" I explained

"I mean Thomas may have jizzed himself but that's because she's his girlfriend"

"Ohh. But you really spent three years with nothing but big smelly boys?"

"Yeah, and it wasn't that bad we had showers"

"Yeah I know what boys are like you showered once in a month if your lucky"

"...true." he sighed 

"Didn't you have buckets too?'

"Yeah for klunk" 

"Did you have laundry?'

'not really. Just brush it off if it gets dirt on it"

"Ugggh I get why the one girl lasted a week she probably couldn't stand the smell, sweaty smell unwashed teenage boys who don't wash their laundry and have shit buckets, all allowed to fester and go all sour"

"Okay now you say it… we probably were disgusting" 

"You shower more now right?"

"Every other day, I would everyday but the showers aren't that private…" 

"Awwww you shy newt?" I giggled

"Shy? Don't want people seeing my dick? Whatever you wanna call it" 

"But really no girls?"

"No girls."

"Awwww poor newtie spent all the formative teen time without anything to imagine" 

"I can imagine. I have an imagination"

"But you spent all that time without comparison. From when you where a tiny baby boy to now big strong boy" I smiled leaning on his shoulder 

"It wasn't that bad"

"What did you use to do? At night?"

"Sleep?"

"Newt, you were trapped in their from what 13 onwards. Your really going to try and tell me you didn't.. you know after lights out" 

"Did you?'

"Constantly I was bored. It helps me sleep"

"Do you… still?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Just… curious" he blushed "no, I uhh never really had time, or the privacy"

"Awwwwww poor newtie." I giggled hugging him tightly and immediately I noticed "hi"

"Hi"

"Be careful with that I only just repaired those pants newt" I warned him going back to my sewing as he turned bright red "newt?'

'yes?" 

"You ever seen boobs?"

"... How much boob?"

"How much have you seen?"

"I saw Teresa's in her shirt… and also a little down her shirt"

"Dirty boy"

"She was laying down it wasn't intentional!"

"That it?"

"That's it" 

"You ever touched a boob?"

"Nope"

"You ever seen ass?"

"I mean I've seen Minho. And fry. Infact most boys"

"I meant girls"

"No."

"Ever seen a? Lady area?"

"No,"

"... would you want to?" I asked 

He went bright red stuttering a lot barely able to make eye contact with me "I mean uhhh well I uhh I guess I uhh what I mean is uhh kinda"

I chuckled and finished my last few stitches throwing my finished work in the basket "you're sweet newt" I smiled moving to stand In Front of him and I lifted my shirt long enough for him to look before dropping it back down and giving his cheek a kiss even if he was basically frozen with his eyes wide in place "see you later" I laughed taking my basket and headed back to camp 

[axcel-lucci]

Since this month is Halloween and Law's birthday, how about Wereleopard Law x Human Female Reader. Its like a werewolf, except Law transforms into a snow wereleopard on a full moon or during their heat. Nobody but his close friends know about this, not even the reader. Law has been cursed since he's 10. How would female reader reacts to this? Also, Law's in his heat during the transformation, and doesn't want to hurt reader. You can make it spicy and love making. 😋😊

Full moon

Wereleopard!Trafalgar Law x human!reader

A/n: I FORGOT TO POST THIS IM SO SORRY

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"Aiyahhh... another full moon next week." (Y/n) sighed in a pleasing manner.

She always loved the full moon, it looks very pretty in the night sky, doesn't it?

Though she doesn't like it when she has to sleep in the spare bedroom while it does.

"Full... moon..." Law, her husband for at least a year and a half, grumbled. Thinking deeply to himself

"What's wrong... law? And also, you never told me why you make me sleep in the spare bedroom. Hmph" she huffed and crossed her arms.

"It's just..." he groaned, "it's nothing... I'm tired, let's go to sleep." He said as he stood up on the couch and went upstairs

She sighed to herself. Law was a man of secrets, that's for sure, but she doesn't mind that. People have secrets they would rather keep.

But when she asked his friends about it, his really close friends since childhood, Shachi, penguin, and Bepo just tells her it's something he needs to do. For some reason, THEY know.

"This is honestly upsetting" she frowned as she got up to their shared bedroom to change and go to sleep in her side of the bed.

In the middle of the night, she always feels him reach into her just to hug her close and bury his face in her hair, no matter what happens, he always does. Almost caging her body with his so tightly it feels so hot with his body temperature. It would've been lovely if it was a chilly night, but the middle of summer for fucks sake.

In the end though, temperature didn't matter, he just felt at home with her. She didn't mind because it has become a ritual everyday. Even if he comes home at early morning or really late at night. It always ends up with him cuddling her like his personal, human-sized, teddy bear.

But this particular night though, he felt more... warmer than he usually would, like he's taking care of a fever he refuses to let go. At the same time though, he seems fine. Just the temperature.

She just sighed and made a mental note to check him in the morning for any flu or fever.

The next morning, she found him still cuddling her tightly, but now nibbling on her neck in his sleep while groaning a bit.

It wasn't a light nibble, no. It literally left multiple marks. She wondered how she wasn't able to wake up with deep blemishing marks on her exposed neck and shoulder.

"Law..." she yawned and faced him only for him to nibble on the other side of her neck as well. "Law." She called more firmly as he slowly woke up

"Huh..? Hm- what?" He muttered, mind still unorganized by the cradled sleepiness in his brain

"You look so cute today" she giggled and kissed him as he hummed

"Aren't I always...?" He grumbled in his deep morning voice and a mischievous grin

She laughed at that, "of course you are."

Timeskip...

It's now 6 pm, and the moon has settled into its full moon state and it's just so beautiful. Like a sun in the night.

(Y/n) heard Law arrive back home when she heard his car pull up the driveway and his usual groan as he gets out and comes into the house with a "I'm home" in a low manner

"How was work, sweetie?" She asked but he didn't answer.

His cheeks seemed to burn as he rushed up the stairs to their bedroom

He's always like this almost every time it's the full moon. It makes her mad. And she's going to find out why tonight, no matter what.

She locked the door and rushed up after him.

He unfortunately forgot to lock the door as he entered.

He could've feel himself lose control and his mind swirling to never ending chaos, his eyes shifting from every possible surface until he blacks out entirely.

Before (y/n) could enter their room, she heard a loud crash from the inside making her rush in with panic.

She panicked even more when she saw him laying on the floor, clutching his head.

It's dark, sure, but the moon illuminated the room through the curtains.

(Y/n) could see a faint outline of... fur? No, an animal... if it must.

But she could still hear and feel Law's presence within this creature so she rushed to him and wake him up.

"Law...!" She yelled as she tried to touch him only to gasp when he looked at her with gold glowing eyes and a cat like pupil that seemed to narrow before being tackled to the ground

"What...?!" She gasped when the creature licked her cheek

"(Y/n)..." Law muttered as he lowered himself to rest against her body and his head against her chest, looking up at her with an apologetic look, "I didn't mean to scare you... I'm... sorry"

"Law? Is that..." she muttered as she reached a hand for the nearby desk lamp and opened the light slightly.

There she saw him, in his wereleopard form. White with black patches of dots on his fur. His eyes still gold from his human form but has a cat like pupil that seemed to narrow.

"You..."

"I know... I know... I should've told you, I'm sorry. It's just... I don't want you to leave me. More importantly, I don't want to hurt you." He explained before turning to a smaller form like a size of an adult jaguar and curling up with his head buried in her thigh so that he doesn't have to look at her.

"Is this why you wanted me to sleep at the spare bedroom every full moon...?" She asked, he nodded silently.

She sighed deeply before brushing his surprisingly soft fur.

"This is... cute. Honestly" she smiled as Law looked at her and transformed to his original form before pining her against the cold floor

"You're not... scared?" He asks

"Why? I know you would never harm me... and I know you've tried your best not to." She smiled before placing her hands on his cheeks and rubbed them like you would to a cat.

Hearing and feeling him vibrate purrs weren't on her bucket list but it definitely is now.

"Oh you're so cute." She smiled as he laid his heavy body against her

"I'm glad" he smiled and hugged her tightly.

Him being heavy was an understatement, before she could even say anything about it, he bit her shoulder out of nowhere.

Oddly enough, it sent spikes of pleasure down her spine and into her now wet entrance.

"L-law...!" She gasped with a moan once he started to lick the mark he made.

"I'm sorry, (y/n). I couldn't control myself... you see, um... this is embarrassing... but every full moon... I transform... it also lines up with my uhm... heat." He muttered and hid his face from embarrassment against her neck.

"Your... heat? I guess animals and humans aren't so different you've definitely switched me on" she moaned slightly in his ear as it twitched

"Oh yeah?" He smirked before turning to his semi-human form.

It was just Law with his fluffy ears and tail, and kept his wereleopard's size.

"I wonder..." he hummed before suddenly plunging his hand under the waistband of her shorts and panties under her clothes.

"Law...!" She gasped again as he pushed in two fingers and started to thrust them in and out of her, making muffled wet sounds as she gasped and moaned.

"Oh my, so wet..." she smiled before basically ripped her clothes off with his summoned claws.

'really like a cat' the last thing she thought before her brain was turned to mush by Law eating her out aggressively.

Him being in heat was so much more aggressive than he usually is as she yelled when he threw her on the bed.

"Tell me if I hurt you, alright? I'll stop if it hurts you" he says as she nodded.

His tail basically wrapped on her legs tightly by itself to pull her legs apart.

"Law..." she looked at him as he took off all his clothing and crawled over her.

Shadow casted all over him, leaving only his gold eyes to shine and stare through her soul.

It would've scared her in a different context but right now, it made her even more wet.

And he could smell it.

"Right now, you're my mate." He smirked deviously before pulling her other leg unto his shoulder and kissed the inside of her thighs, "and all you have to do is moan and whine for me. Now be a good girl, alright?"

She nods before moaning when he rubbed his thumb against her aroused bud, "what was that, mate? I didn't hear you"

"Y-yes...! Please..."

He couldn't control himself at that moment, foreplay would do next time he's in full control but right now, his mind was set on fucking her so hard she wouldn't be able to think of anything.

With one hand, he rubbed the tip of his shaft against her wet entrance, a small thing made her moan. But she screamed in pleasure once he pushed inside her in one thrust.

He was a bit bigger than his human form is. Though "a bit" is an understatement.

A Bulge formed against her abdomen once he was settled inside her.

The walls inside her clenched and sucked him inside, it was warm and he likes it.

He softly pushed the bulge against her making her moan ecstatically and throw her head back.

That's when all remaining self control snapped like twigs in the wind.

He couldn't remember how fast he went or how many times he made her cum or even how many times he himself came deeply inside her.

All he knew that it was a lot as it started to leak around him while he was still inside.

He wasn't aware of how long it had been but it must've been hours. Judging by the sun peaking through the window, it must've been the whole night.

She was tired and spent by the end of it all.

He slowly pulled out causing her to shiver and moan before calming down and breathing heavily.

"So pretty..." he muttered

But he knew this wouldn't be the last of his heat. He knew it would last days of fucking to get rid of it entirely.

And he knows (y/n) would be able to handle it.

While she rested, he laid beside her while looking at her. Observing every single bit of her beautiful complexity.

He could see his seed still leaking out of her, it made him proud to have fucked his babies inside of her.

Whether it'll get her pregnant will be future him's problem.

[b0r3dtod3ath]

mother is mothering.

A/N: A little drabble I came up with while washing the dishes :)). I'm gonna re-read this and edit it tomorrow.

Word count: 665

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Today was exhausting. Daniel left for a race weekend leaving you with your two tribble twos. Sure, you love them with whole your heart and would protect them with your life but they were a pain in the ass when their dad wasn't there. They started off the day with waking up way earlier than usual causing you to end your sleep. During the breakfast they refused to eat and had a food fight causing the kitchen to turn into a mess. While you were cleaning up they had an argument and one of them started crying because the other didn't want to give them a teddy bear back. Other than that, their dad hasn't called all day which made them even more fussy and left you with not having exchanged a word with an adult for some time now. After over a hour of trying to put them to sleep it finally happened. You quietly made your way downstairs to quickly clean everything. You put away the tv remote, collected some toys and folded the blanket. You turned on the kitchen light and let out a long breath when you saw a pile of dishes in the sink. You stared at your nemesis for a moment and you started washing them trying not to make any sound. The comforting silence was interrupted with a ring of a phone. You picked up with your hands a bit wet just to end the noise that could wake up your kids. "Hi, honeeey. How are you doing?" Daniel's happy face filled the screen. "Hey, badger. The kids just fell asleep and I'm organizing here. Wait, what is that on your face?" You said noticing something different. "Oh you mean my mustache? You don't like it. I thought you loved my facial hair." You laughed under your breath and he talked to you about his day as you continued to do the dishes. Once his rambling about the car and teammates ended, comfortable silence filled the kitchen once again. He looked at you for a while. "Is everything okay?" he asked with a more quiet, soft tone. "Yea, I'm just a bit tired. Twins really got on my nerves today." you quickly said not looking away from the dishes "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gone to work" he said as a sudden wave of guilt rushed over him. "No, it's not your fault. We knew what we were signing up for but everything's fine. It was just a rough day, okay? Tomorrow is going to be better." "You are such a good mother and the best wife I could ever ask for. I'm sorry you have to do this alone." He felt really bad for leaving you with twins though even when he was there it was still hard. "No, Daniel. I said it's not your fault. It really isn't. You're great and you do a lot. You are going to be back in a few days and everything will be alright." You said with a faint smile. He adored that even when you were tired you managed to have a bit of optimism left in you. "I swear I'm going to make it up to you once I come back." "No need to but okay, Ricciardo. Now shut up, I'm going to the bedroom so don't make any noises and don't wake up the gremlins". He laughed and pretended to zip his mouth. Once you reached your bedroom you said "I call that a great success." "God it felt like years ago, remember? When I was at work and you used to call me at night and later sneak into the kitchen trying to not wake up your parents?" "God, I was trying to be sneaky but I swear they knew. Alright, I think I'm going to sleep." "Want me to stay on the line for a bit?" "Yea, that would be perfect." You placed your phone on a pillow next to you. "Goodnight, honey" "Goodnight, super mom".

November 2 2023

[nerdieforpedro]

Day Sixteen - Thunderstorm

Word Count: 452

Warnings: VERY SOFT Dave - that's the only warning?! 👀

Notes: Originally I thought of Jack Daniels getting caught out in a thunderstorm on a mission, but he'd have gear for that. I think... I wanted to do something else for Dave. Our former government employee (I'm not silly enough to say what the man does, I like living thanks,) has even more of a tender side than we thought. 🥰

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The forecast for this week didn’t mention rain at all this week. Today’s picnic with the girls went fine too, not a cloud in the sky. Dave was looking forward to catching up on organizing some files while you were sleeping in the king size bed across from him. He liked to watch you sleep after tucking the girls in and keeping an eye on them as they settled in, Alice always snuggled the white teddy bear she’d gotten two years ago on the girls first outing with you to the mall. Simple, he wasn’t sure how they’d react to their father being with someone other than their mother, his ex-wife. They took to you like white on rice and always asked about you, when they could see you again and what they were up to. It made the decision to marry you that much simpler.

The first crack of thunder made Dave flinch, a rare feat. He peered over to you, still, your chest rising and falling as you lay comfortably on your side. You’d curled slightly as you’d been talking to him prior to drifting off. It was known to few that Dave… was not fond of thunderstorms. He didn’t like the sudden booming sounds or flashes of lighting. He didn’t see one outside of the window, only the drops of rain hitting the glass. The rain would lull him to sleep and the thunder would wake him, frustrated at the cycle until he slept out of exhaustion or the storm had passed.

Another rumble with a burst of lightning following it closely told Dave that the storm had grown even closer. His papers soundly hit the night table as he stood and crossed the room to the bed. He removed his t-shirt and sweatpants, leaving them on the floor for now. He’d get to them in the morning. Peeling the covers back, he slipped into the bed beside you, his chest pressed against your back with a soft kiss placed to your neck.

A clap of thunder had Dave’s arms curl around your torso, pulling your closer to him, his chin was tucked itself over your shoulder, the night would be extended for York but he may still find sleep yet. His palm rose to your chest as he felt it rise and fall, counting your breaths until he reached the fifties and everything was lost to darkness save for your warmth. His safe harbor in any storm, Dave could stay asleep like this until the morning, maybe even late if time allowed. A partner as a source of serenity had eluded him until he met you and he would never let go as long as he had you.

[venturethighs]

Ohhhhhhhchcbbcbdncnncjskd not the zombie fleshlight fic that I'm going to publish at 4:51 AM when everyone is asleep... AAAAAAAAA–

You undo the stitches of your legs and collapse into your shared bed.

How long have you been walking today? You lost track of the hours. Not to mention the near unbearable heat despite taking a parasol to protect yourself under. You were lucky you didn't rip any stitches with the amount of bloating your body went through.

The scent you wore for your date was more than enough to cover the corpse stench, though. You're thankful for that.

Despite the fact they reassured you that they understood– you still didn't want to embarrass them. Even though they promise they could never be embarrassed by you.

A nice cold shower was more than enough to reduce the bloating for the night. Now, it's just time to focus on sleep.

Or... so you thought.

You shuffle and crawl your way over to your beloved and wrap your stitched arms around them like they were your teddy bear.

An ancient, cursed and mummified teddy bear... but a teddy bear nonetheless.

You reach over and place kisses to their unwrapped face. They frustratingly stir from their sleep before realizing it's just you, and proceed to happily accept the affection being given to them.

"Did I wake you up? I'm sorry..." You apologize.

"I was barely asleep, so don't worry." They lean over and scoop you up into their arms.

"Plus, you can wake me up whenever. I don't care." They place delicate kisses to your face just as you had done for them.

"You need your rest." You tell them, fighting the urge to giggle with every peppered kiss.

"I've been sleeping for centuries before you came along. I'd say I'm good." They nuzzle your face with theirs. "Plus, you're the one who woke me up... silly."

"Sorry!" You jokingly apologize.

For a moment you two share breaths as you rub your nose against theirs. It's times like these you cherish the most– no one interrupting you, no one making unnecessary comments, no judgemental eyes cast from across the way. Despite it all, your date was definitely one to remember.

"You're so sweet. I could just eat you up." They smile.

"Aren't I supposed to be the one saying that?" You lightly laugh.

"Good thing I don't have a brain then, hmm?" They softly pet your head.

"I bet it was the size of a peanut." You joke again. They move to squeeze their arms around your waist, pulling you closer.

"I still have it, thank you very much! I just can't remember where I put it..." They sigh.

"How ironic." You add.

They plaster more kisses to your face. You can't stop yourself from smiling.

"You looked so cute today." They think back to seeing you all dolled up just for them.

"You really think so?" You feel yourself turn a light shade of purple from their compliment.

"I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it." They reassure you.

Then– from almost nowhere– they hook one of their fingers underneath your lacy underwear and pull the fabric back before letting it smack against your cool skin. Shock lights up your face instantaneously.

"And you think I wouldn't notice you wearing something like that for me?" They lightly laugh.

Your lilac blush turns into a darkened amethyst.

"I didn't think you could see it..." You look away for a moment, but a hand reaches over and guides you back to their piercing gaze.

"Are you joking? I had to stop other people from looking at you." Their hand lightly kneads the flesh of your hips. "Your outfit... are you sure you didn't do it on purpose?" They snicker.

Okay. Maybe you did intentionally choose something that was a little more sheer than intended– but you didn't think it would be that bad.

"Not entirely..." You confess. "I... didn't know it was that bad."

"You're lucky I have centuries worth of patience or I would've torn into you when I first saw you." You can hear the switch in their voice– the darkness starting to cloud their mind.

"Wear it again for me sometime. I really liked it..." They admit.

Their fingers dig into your hips and knead a little harder. Then their second hand joins in on the other side, now slipping underneath your underwear as you lightly squirm above them from the sensation. In your growing excitement you place harsh kisses to their scarred lips as they continue their handiwork.

"So sweet." They whisper in between your shared intimacy. "Like... the sugary cloud we ate today."

You giggle. "Like cotton candy?" You remind them.

"Yes... like cotton candy... and the cold, pink, sweet milk–" It seems like they had no idea what modern sweets were.

"The strawberry milkshake?" You add.

"Milkshake..." They repeat. "Cotton candy... and our strawberry milkshake..."

They recall the flavors they experienced for the first time today.

"They were all good. None of them are as sweet as you are, though." They smile.

"Am I really that sweet to you?" You verbally prod them to hear more praise. "Like the treats we shared?"

"More so." They reiterate. "I still remember your taste very well."

They only move their hands to adjust you enough to begin placing kisses down your neck. Then, their hands slide down and underneath the delicate fabric around your hips once more. They waste no time shuffling them down and discarding them into the floor where they belong.

"Ah– I unstitched my legs because I was so tired." You explain. Your voice softly cracks from their hands squeezing and kneading at your hips again.

"No need to apologize." They murmur.

One of their fingers lightly brushes against your folds and an abrupt whimper escapes from your lips. You can feel them snicker against your neck as they continue placing more kisses down the side of it, occasionally stopping to bite and suckle in order to place hickies on your discolored skin. More whimpers and whines rise from your throat as a result.

"Your sounds are also sweet." They praise you further.

You can feel their length harden and poke against your legless hips.

"Make more of them for me, please." They ask– almost coming out as a plea.

"You have to earn them." You tease.

They wrap their arms around your waist and maneuver themself on top of you. Your hair fans out underneath your sensitive figure– reaching upwards with your arms to in order to bring them closer. They happily let you wrap them around their neck and look down at you with their glowing eyes. Their length continues uncomfortably poking you between your unstitched thighs.

"Be gentle with me." You pout. "My body is still sore from today."

They lower themself even further for a moment to nestle their face against yours.

"As you wish. Though, it's hard to hold back... when it's you, at least." They warn you. "If it hurts... please tell me..."

You softly nod.

They sit up and free themself just enough that their cock is showing but their legs remain covered.

You'll never get used to seeing it. Each and every time it sends the electricity straight between your legs, causing your amethyst blush to turn pure indigo. They nearly match the shade of purple on your face– so at least it was a mutual feeling.

They take the shaft in their hand and rub the precome soaked head between your folds. You shudder in delight as it glazes over your slick, throbbing clit and it earns them a gentle moan of encouragement.

"The look on your face is so endearing." They mumble to themself.

They rub the tip inside of your glistening folds a few more times just to see your reaction. The way your head sinks into the mattress and your back arches off the covers... it's so utterly hypnotizing to them. If only they could capture it forever in some way. Except– no painter nor picture could ever do it justice. Not to them.

"Does it feel good...?" They ask.

Your hands are desperately grabbing at the sheets beneath you.

"Mmh... yes~!" You answer between heavy breaths.

They align themself at your sopping entrance before their fingers prod gently between your folds to continue where they left off. Every delicate flick of their fingers has you writhing in pure pleasure. If they focus hard enough they swear they can feel the electric current pulsating underneath your skin.

But they can't have you coming just yet– and the look you make when they stop is near heartbreaking.

"I'm not done with you yet, so don't pout like that." The dark undertone begins to come out further as they grow more provoked.

"I can't help it, your fingers feel too good." You complain.

They only laugh in response.

Then, they proceed to slowly slip inside of you. Their hands grasp at either side of your hips and lift them up for better access. Like a toy– a personal toy– for them and them only. Had you kept your legs connected then they'd surely be wrapped around their waist right now.

At first their pace is slow. They're kind enough to let you adjust to their thrusting before they get anymore vicious. They watch as one of your hands replace theirs between your folds– hastily circling your sensitive center as they lazily continue pumping in and out of you at their own pace. Every moan you make as a result is absolutely intoxicating. You can feel yourself spasm around their cock with every quick, repetitive movement of your stitched fingers.

And they can't let themself fall behind– so they instantly increase their motion to become harsher as a result.

Every rough grind against your hips drives your body further and further into the mattress of your shared bed. Their glowing eyes are transfixed on the reactions this causes– the soft bouncing of your chest, the twisting expression of bliss on your beautiful face, all the wonderful noises that arise and escape your lightly drool covered lips.

"So divine. So radiant–" The ancient Egyptian comes out once again. "Do you know that?"

Of course you can't understand a word they're saying, but it sounds positive– especially by the way their voice is nearly cracking on each word.

Every passing minute has them growing rougher until their fingers are practically ripping into your undead flesh, and if it wasn't for the fact you had a higher pain tolerance you'd be yelping from it all. You feel yourself tighten around their length as it desperately throbs inside of you just waiting to spill it's essence within.

"Are you close...?" You ask, your fingers still attentively working on yourself.

They wearily pant.

"Close..." They repeat in their native tongue. "Are you... getting close...?"

You can sense the substantial feeling building between your legs as the pleasure heightens with each of your strokes. You can only imagine it's the same for them, considering they're no longer thinking straight. Every sound that you make becomes louder and frantic as you feel yourself rapidly approaching the end.

"Please... come with me..." They beg you. "I need... you... to come with me..."

Even though you can't understand a word they said, you definitely get the gist of it. Near uncontrollably, they find themself coming so hard that they almost lose themself to the sheer force of it. Inside of you is decorated white with their seed, and they're seeing stars along side geometric patterns flying haphazardly in their vision before it clears up enough to see you collapse on the bed alongside them.

Then the curse dissipates. As it always does.

Your fingers are tired. Your body is tired. Their hands move from your hips to grab and pull you into their chest for cuddles. They lovingly pet your head and cradle it as if you were precious treasure– and you are, at least... to them, you are.

"Are you okay...? I didn't hurt you, did I?" They casually slip back into English.

You shake your head.

"Just tired." You answer honestly.

"Then rest. You deserve it." They place a kiss atop your forehead. "It's been a long day for the both of us."

A moment of silence passes.

"Mmm. I love you." You feel yourself slowly drifting away into sleep.

A soft smile lights up their face.

"I love you, too." They whisper back to you in ancient Egyptian.

[kringletheelf04]

Caught and Laura is a bitch

(Chapter 9 of two souls entwined in the North Pole)

"What the hell is this?!"

I wake up with a start, nearly falling off the bed. An arm pulls me back before I can fall. I open my eyes as Bernard pulls me back up. I recognize that voice as my fathers. Uh oh.

"Why is there a person in your bed with you? And with Charlie here nonetheless! I though you were more responsible than this." Dad degrades me.

"Ugh. Can you turn it down a few notches first." I groan. "Secondly it's just my boyfriend!"

The light flicks on and I shield my eyes. "I'm sorry that my dad is insane Bernard." I apologize.

"Bernard! How the hell did you even get here?" Dad asks.

"Magic." Bernard deadpans, running his eyes from the light.

"Well, I apologize (y/n). But you should have told me." Dad shuffles into the room.

I rub my forehead as Bernard scoots closer to me.

"Told you what? My soulmate from the North Pole is spending the night?" I ask exasperated.

"Well when you put it like that..." dad mumbles.

"What's going on in here?" A small voice rings out from the doorway.

Charlie stands there, blanket in hand and a teddy bear dressed as Santa Claus tucked under his arm.

"Nothing sport. Your dad just didn't know I was staying over tonight." Bernard explains.

"Can I sleep in here with you guys? I had a nightmare!" Charlie stumbles to the bed.

I look to Bernard and he nods.

"Come on buddy. You'll be safe in here with us." I smile, picking Charlie up from the ground.

"I'm sorry for accusing you kid. I've just been so stressed going through these changes." Dad starts.

"I have too! My ears have grown points and I can now talk to animals. I'm still developing powers and Bernard has been helping me." I explain.

"So... how long has this been going on exactly?" Dad asks.

"Well... kinda since a week after the incident." I grimace.

"I mean no disrespect Santa. But they ARE my soulmate. This would have happens whether you became Santa or not." Bernard clasps his hand in mine.

"I guess we always knew you were destined for something greater than this. I just wish your mother could see you now." Dad starts tearing up.

"Oh, dad!" I get up, hugging him tight.

He realizes me from the hug and pats my shoulder.

"I think I'm going to need some sleep kiddo. Have a good night." He kisses me on the cheek, his beard tickling my cheek.

He shuts the door behind him, turning off the lights in the process.

"I'm sorry, I wouldn't have stayed or I knew you'd get in trouble." Bernard starts.

I cut him off with a quick kiss.

"Don't you even start Mr! I wanted you here as much as you wanted to stay. Now let's get some well deserved rest."

"Yes my snowbird." He beams at me.

Charlie snuggles into my side, practically straddling my leg. Bernard reaches around me and scoots as close as he can.

"Goodnight darling." I yawn.

(TIME SKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY TEDDY BEARS)

I woke up to no Bernard. The pajamas he borrowed neatly folded and set on the bedside table. Today is the dad Laura is taking dad to court. With our luck it won't be a good outcome. And with Charlie telling everyone about dad being Santa makes it seem like he's in unfit father. I'm going to court with him to testify for him to keep custody.

Charlie is cuddled into my side lightly snoring. I look sadly down at him, knowing that today very well may be the last time I see him. I gently scoot away. Taking this time to get dressed. I put on a blazer, collared shirt, slacks and a clip on tie. I ponder how to hide my ears and settle on a thick elastic headband. I walk downstairs and start to get breakfast ready.

"So, how do I look?" Dad saunters into the kitchen.

I turn to see him barely fitting into his suit.

"Err..." I pull a face and shake my head.

"I guess I'll just go with a sweater." Dad trudges off.

"Pancakes!!!" Charlie runs into the kitchen, hopping up onto the bar stool by the kitchen island.

"Yes, pancakes with maple syrup just for you!" I set the plate in front of him.

"Thanks (y/n)! You're the best!" Charlie says before shoveling pancakes into his mouth.

"Now remember! You can't say anything about Bernard, or dad being Santa, or me being the spirit of Christmas. Can you remember that sport?" I ruffle his hair.

"I'll try!" Charlie smiles.

“Good." I smile back.

After breakfast we all head into the car. I buckle Charlie's car seat and hop into the passenger seat of the car. It takes about ten minutes to drive to the courthouse and it's silent the entire way. Everything has a nervous air about it.

We go into the building and the proceedings start. Soon I am called to the stand.

"Your honor, Scott has been nothing but a good father to Charlie and I. He raised me on his own when my mother died as a young child. He's been constantly working to provide for Charlie and I. Never a day went by that we were hungry or not wanted. I want nothing but the best for Charlie." I tell the judge and he dismisses me from the courtroom.

Sitting outside the courtroom, I can't help but feel teary eyed. Dad comes out soon.

"They're talking to Charlie one on one. They said they'll call us back when they reached a verdict." Dad says, tears blooming in the corners of his eyes.

I pay the back of dad and I hear the potter patter of little footsteps.

"It's all okay. I told the judge everything about you and the North Pole!" Charlie beams.

Uh oh.

We are called back into the room. I sit next to dad, his hand enveloping mine.

The judge bangs his gavel and begins to speak. "After reviewing all of your testimonies, I've come to a very difficult decision. I'm sorry to do this in light of the holiday season, but in the best interest of the child, I'm granting the petition of Dr and Mrs Miller. Mr Calvin, as of today, all of your visitation rights are suspended pending a hearing after the first of the year."

Tears leak from my eyes and I have to support dad from collapsing in anguish. Leaving the courtroom all I can think is 'Laura is such a mega bitch!'

[headfullofpresley]

Elvis Presley Tag Game

Hi babies! I know there's already a few of these floating around, but I decided to make one as well because I love doing and reading these (so definitely tag me in yours~). Also, ignore me naming 300 songs for each question, I couldn't pick one 💀.

Questions are under the cut. 💗

When was the first time you heard of Elvis?

He's always been in my life because his music has always been played in my family (especially during Christmas lol), so I guess I kinda grew up with him.

What's your favorite era?

I love him in all era's tbh, but the 60s have a special place in my heart.

Favorite song(s) from the '50s?

Harbor Lights, How Do You Think I Feel, Anyplace Is Paradise, Don't Be Cruel, Wear My Ring Around Your Neck, Ain't That Loving You Baby, I Was The One, One-Sided Love Affair.

Favorite song(s) from the '60s?

Dirty, Dirty Feeling, Make Me Know It, Such A Night, Surrender, Reconsider Baby, Starting Today, (Such An) Easy Question, Witchcraft, Little Sister, Kiss Me Quick, True Love Travels On a Gravel Road, Suspicious Minds, Summer Kisses, Winter Tears.

Favorite song(s) from the '70s?

The Wonder of You, Patch It Up, We Can Make the Morning, Always on My Mind, If You Talk in Your Sleep, Moody Blue, Make The World Go Away, Snowbird, Never Been to Spain, I'll Never Fall in Love Again, Are You Sincere, This is Our Dance, Walk A Mile in My Shoes. I CAN'T JUST PICK ONE LMAO

All time favorite song(s) that you simply cannot skip?

How Do You Think I Feel, Starting Today, Moody Blue, I'll Never Fall in Love Again and Make The World Go Away.

Least favorite song?

Tutti Frutti, Ready Teddy and Milkcow Blues Boogie. don't hate me 👀

Favorite gospel song(s)?

Swing Down Sweet Chariot, How Great Thou Art, Crying in The Chapel, Bosom of Abraham and Lead Me, Guide Me.

Favorite country song(s)?

Snowbird, Whole Lot-ta Shakin' Goin' On, Funny How Time Slips Away, The Fool, Flaming Star, U.S. Male.

Favorite non-English song?

We'll Be Together (most of it is english but it still counts bc i love this song ☻), Wooden Heart and Santa Lucia.

A song(s) that makes you feel nostalgic?

Jailhouse Rock, Can't Help Falling in Love, Heartbreak Hotel, A Little Less Conversation, Are You Lonesome Tonight and Return to Sender - they remind me of my childhood sm.

A song(s) that makes you cry?

There's Always Me, I Need Somebody to Lean On and Unchained Melody.

A song(s) that makes you wanna dance?

Polk Salad Annie, The Love Machine, Vino, Dinero Y Amor, Bossa Nova Baby, Rock-A-Hula Baby, Return to Sender, Slicin' Sand, Happy Ending, Blue River, A Little Less Conversation.

Favorite song Elvis has covered?

SWEEEEET CAROLINE! 💃🏼

What's a modern song you wish you could hear Elvis cover?

Paper Doll by John Mayer - i want it, i need it! *slams table*. also, Roller Coaster by Danny Vera.

Do you prefer vinyl or CD?

I love both and I love the nostalgic feel of a vinyl, but when it comes to sound, I prefer CDs.

Favorite album?

From Elvis in Memphis, Love Letters from Elvis, From Elvis Presley Boulevard, Memphis, Tennessee and Moody Blue.

Favorite movie soundtrack?

Blue Hawaii, King Creole, It Happened At The World's Fair and Fun in Acapulco.

Favorite live performance?

The Ed Sullivan performances, my god. But I'm also obsessed with the show from August 11, 1970 for That's The Way It Is.

A live performance you wish you were present at?

My ass would be front row at every show, idc.

Favorite jumpsuit(s)?

Adonis, Black Conquistador (IM OBSESSED I TELL YOU; OBSESSED!), Conchos, Royal Blue Fireworks, American Eagle, Pharao and Silver Phoenix. His two piece fits were also very *chef's kiss*.

LIKE HELLO????? TALENTED, BRILLIANT, INCREDIBLE, AMAZING, SHOW STOPPING, SPECTACULAR, NEVER THE SAME, TOTALLY UNIQUE, COMPLETELY NOT EVER BEEN DONE BEFORE!!!!

Favorite movie(s)?

Blue Hawaii, Fun in Acapulco, Flaming Star and It Happened at The World's Fair. Also Viva Las Vegas and King Creole and Loving You and I'm going to shut up now.

Least favorite movie(s)?

Harum Scarum, Stay Away Joe, Kissin' Cousins and The Trouble with Girls.

Favorite co-star?

Ann-Margret and Shelley Fabares.

Favorite documentary?

Elvis by the Presleys, That's The Way It Is, Elvis on Tour and Elvis: Return to Tupelo.

Favorite interview?

This one right here. I can listen to this man talk for hours and fell asleep to this many many times lol.

Favorite car?

The Purple Cadillac Eldorado is sexy af. And also the Stutz Blackhawk... loooord.. 🥵

Do you collect merch? If so, what's the one thing you hold most dear to your heart?

I spend too much money on this man (woops), but I'm obsessed with Elvis and the Birth of Rock and Roll which contains Alfred Wertheimer's amazing work. Andddd a collector's item of the Blue Hawaii soundtrack. 💙

Do you think you'll be a fan of Elvis for the rest of your life?

Yes yes yes. He's such a big and important part of my life, I can't imagine him not being in it anymore.

tagging some of my lovely mutuals: @woundmetender @eliseinmemphis @foreverdolly @septembersghost @mrpresley @marriedtopresley @elvispresleywife @ab4eva @elvisabutler @infatuatedharleys @steph-speaks @mooodyblue - if i missed anyone, sorry bbies!

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖

Chapter 49 - I need your advice.

Episode 1. Sam: He jolted awake in the middle of the night from a nightmare, panting, covered in sweat

Raven: Are you alright? His voice was sleepy but caring, as he sat up in bed, wrapping an arm around Sam's shoulders

Sam: He nodded soft and took a deep breath Yeah, just flashbacks and fears about the future, I suppose? he forced a soft smile

Raven: Do you want to talk about it?

Sam: Not really he smiled more genuine now but thank you for asking. That already helps.

Raven: He contemplated a bit, then planted a soft kiss on Sam's temple, speaking in a lowered, caring voice I feel like someone else should be here then he disappeared

Sam: He frowned questioning, and listened to see if he could hear Raven downstairs, when just 20 seconds later, he felt the weight of someone sitting down on the bed again when you take off- he turned his head, surprised to see Adrian sitting next to him Adrian? he chuckled surprised

Adrian: He grunted soft, clearly he had been woken up, but slowly crawled under the blanket, dragging it up over Sam and himself, then dragged Sam down in bed, to lay in the nook of his arm, running his fingers through his hair Someone traded his place with me.

Sam: Someone is very generous he smiled soft

Adrian: He lifted an eyebrow someone sounds like they are smitten?

Sam: Someone sounds like they need more sleep he chuckled soft and planted a kiss on Adrian's naked chest I simply think we often take him for granted.

Adrian: ….. we do. All of us.

Sam: He nodded soft Let's do something nice for him one day soon.

Adrian: Mh he planted a soft kiss on Sam's hair and closed his eyes, though he kept caressing Sam's hair you could always marry him instead.

Sam: He snorted soft You're not going to let that one go easy, are you?

Adrian: Nope.

Sam: … you know, if you keep dropping comments like that, I'm going to eventually assume you DO want to marry me, and you ARE hurt I said no.

Adrian: ….

Sam: He lifted his head, observing Adrian for a moment Are you?

Adrian: …. go to sleep, Sam.

It was almost a week later, Sam hadn't been home yet, he had been camped at either Adrian's or Raven's place, and he had neither talked with or seen anyone else in that amount of time. He had been hiding. Dodging everyone and everything. But today was the day to force himself back into the world, so he had left Adrian's house early evening to take a walk, to try to clear his head and prepare himself to get back into everyday life, and to be a father for Sparrow. During his walk he had started walking towards the small shopping district and soon enough found himself looking at toy stores, baby stores and even paint at a paint store, but all he had actually managed to buy, before he got stressed out by people's endless questions to the upcoming father, was a small brown teddy bear. He ended up storming out the paint store with several paint samples and a major panic attack, just running down the street as fast as he could, nearly tripping over someone elses stroller, till he finally slowed down, and started walking down a side road, panting hard, still trying to get a hold of his panic attack, when he spotted the red Ford Mustang Boss, parked outside the local diner. But while Sam was trying to decide whether to panic further, run or try to stay cool, Andy had already spotted him under the street lights and honked his horn Shit! he cringed

Andy: Sam! he yelled out the door as he opened it and waved at Sam to come closer

Sam: Fuck! he took a deep shaky breath, it was his dad after all, he couldn't avoid him forever… or till the babies were born at least. So he slowly walked over to the car, stopping in front of his dad's door

Andy: He chuckled hoarsely Well, hello to you too!

Sam: Sorry he took another deep breath Hi dad… what uh… what are you doing here?

Andy: He squinted a bit, observing Sam, he seemed… frazzled? Uh… he chuckled cheekily I was cruising for some dick actually.

Sam: He looked up at the sky, the stars were slowly getting lit, taking another, much deeper breath as his heart only started racing faster

Andy: What are you doing out? Thought you were still hiding?

Sam: No he looked back at his dad Took a walk, ended up thinking it was a good idea buying some stuff for Sparrow and look at some paint samples for her room… but it was quite overwhelming still, and I don't know? Got a teddy and some paint samples before everything became a fuzzy haze and I ran out in panic.

Andy: He frowned soft wanna go for burgers and talk about it? he nodded at the diner in front of them

Sam: He wrinkled his nose lightly Not in the mood for fast food.

Andy: Congo cooked meatloaf… there's leftovers at home

Sam: …… he sighed soft and walked around the car, he couldn't avoid his family, so he might as well grab the bull by it's horns, and quickly got in on the seat next to Andy Okay

Andy: Okay? he chuckled again control your enthusiasm, Sam! he shook his head lightly I can also drive you home, or anywhere else you wanna go.

Sam: Meatloaf is fine, dad. I'm a bit hungry.

Andy: He nodded confirming and started his car, slowly rolling out from the parking lot

They had been driving a couple minutes in complete silence, when Andy decided to speak up

Andy: You seem… tense?

Sam: His eyes planted on the scenery outside, trying his best not to look at his dad, his heart beating fast, temperature rising. The last week has been a lot.

Andy: No I get that, I just wonder what it has to do with me?

Sam: With you? He slowly turned his head and looked at Andy

Andy: Yeah, we usually have conversations in the car, and you will barely look at me tonight?

Sam: …. I am looking at you.

Andy: Yes, right now you are, but you barely looked at me outside the car, you barely looked at me when you got in. And the past 3 minutes you haven't said a word, and when I address it you barely answer or look my way. What's going on?

Sam: Nothing dad, he shook it off, and turned his face towards the window as flashes of Andy rubbing himself in his car flashed through his mind, making him blush lightly, his temperature and heart rate rising further

Andy: Sam… are you feeling okay? he slowed down the car and placed a hand on Sam's thigh, giving it a light squeeze You seem flustered…. how is the pregnancy going? he sighed soft I'm worried about you, I know it's not always easy.

Sam: He looked at his dad's hand on his thigh, instantly wishing it would move further up and stroke the fast growing bulge in his pants

Andy: You can tell me… I've been through it several times, I wont judge…

Sam: Feeling burning hot, his legs slowly parting, his hands desperately wanting to unzip his pants and demand to be taken! He shook his head as he realised, quickly opening the door to get out, not realising the car was still moving, so he stumbled out into thankfully a bank of snow FUCK!!!

Andy: He quickly parked the car and ran out the car What the hell Sam!??! Are you alright??!

Sam: No I'm not fucking alright! he got up fast, nearly slipping down the snow bank a few times, finally reaching solid ground. He shook his head and pointed at a bar further up the street Is that open yet?!

Andy: Y-yeah? he looked confused at his son

Sam: Good! Excellent! he quickly marched in the direction of the bar

Andy: What?! he whispered to himself and shook his head, then quickly ran back to his car, turned it around, and parked it as close to the bar as he could get. He lit a cig and locked his car as he got out, hurrying into the bar. It was empty, so it was easy to spot Sam by the bar, already sipping on a glass of something. What are we drinking? He asked as cheerful as possible, as he took a seat on the barstool next to Sam.

Sam: He sighed soft and rolled his glass between his palms Anything strong enough. But to be more specific, I'm having a triple Whiskey.

Andy: He nodded at the bartender I'll have the same!

Sam: He sighed deep and quickly downed his drink Another one for me, please.

Andy: So... he said in a soft voice, as they both sat with their full glass, and the leftover bottle between them are you going to let me in on what's making you so hot and bothered that you need to get drunk?

Sam: he sighed deep I better not. I don't think it would really solve the issue, rather make it bigger.

Andy: Sam, you can trust me… or at the very least I used to think you believed you could he frowned soft and sipped his glass Why don't you trust me?… have I done something to break your trust?

Sam: No, dad he sighed soft it's really not you… it's… it's me.

Andy: He scoffed lightly and sipped his glass again wauw… my own son is breaking up with me! he snorted soft

Sam: I'm sorry okay, it's just… a private matter he sighed again, emptying his glass, then slammed it down on the table why's there no music in this place?!

Andy: He pointed backwards with his thumb Jukebox. You gotta pay.

Sam: Right he slipped off his chair, mumbling on his way to the jukebox I'd pay an infinite amount of money not to have a boner right now!

Andy: He observed Sam by the jukebox when his phone suddenly rang, he quickly picked up yeah?

Adrian: We're done over here, so if you two could head in this direction, soon-

Andy: He sighed soft yeah, he's not in the best mood, maybe we should wait to another day?

Adrian: What's wrong?

Andy: I don't know, he's acting strange? It's almost as if he's trying to avoid me, and when I tried to confront him about it, he escaped into a bar and is currently working on both getting drunk, and getting the jukebox started, in order to escape the conversation about why he's acting weird.

Adrian: …..

Andy: ….. wait… do you know anything?

Adrian: ……

Andy: I swear to Gawd! If you know and you're keeping this from me-

Adrian: It's the hormones, and Niyol made him drink some sort of potion that put Sam in a trance where he apparently discovered he desires you or whatever and it makes him all loopy and-

Andy: he what?!?!

Adrian: He sighed deep …. look, I didn't want to tell you… but also did… at the same time I more than understand and respect Sam's wish to keep this to himself… and on the other hand you also deserve to know why your son is-

Andy: kept starring at Sam by the jukebox

Adrian: taking a distance to you

Andy: Starring

Adrian: …. Andy?

Andy: More starring

Adrian: Andy?

Andy: even more starring

Adrian: ANDY!

Andy: I need something stronger than this he looked at his glass and quickly finished it

Adrian: He groaned soft don't make me regret I told you!

Andy: He snorted into the phone I actually wish you wouldn't have. Look I agree with you, I deserve to know, and thank you for telling me… but I also wish I didn't know he laughed nervously

Adrian: …. he sighed soft so what are you going to do now?

Andy: Pretend I don't know? Fuck do I know Adrian? It's huge! It's flaming hot! Highly explosive! And it just landed in my lap! What the fuck am I going to do?! I'm going to drop him off at home as we agreed to, and then I'm going to get the fuck out of there, that's what I'm going to do!

Adrian: …. I'm sorry

Andy: Whimpering noise it's fine… I'll see you in 10!

Adrian: See you… and drive safe, please.

Andy: Sure he forced a fake laugh and hung up, then walked up to Sam, tapping his shoulder Hey uh he frowed soft So uh… Adrian called… he asked me to drive you home so uh, can we skedaddle please?

Sam: Skedaddle?

Andy: Sam he nodded backwards in the direction of the car please… I don't wanna argue with him

Sam: He frowned soft argue with him?

Andy: Look can we just please get out of here?

Sam: Now you're the one being weird.

Andy: Adrian was worried about you okay? So I told him I'd keep an eye out for you and if I saw you I'd drive you home…

Sam: Oh? he smiled soft okay…he scratched the back of his neck and took a deep breath yeah okay… let me just grab the bottle and I'll meet you outside.

Andy: Gotcha he nodded confirming, eager to escape out into the cold night air, to cool down before their car ride! wtf??! He whispered at the cold evening air and shook his head No… fuck no! a cheeky grin started tucking at his lips but fuck yeah though…. NO! he frowned deep and kicked a smaller snow bank, taking a deep breath calm yourself. It doesn't mean anything.

Sam: What doesn't mean anything?

Andy: He spun around to see Sam stand behind him, and tucked nervously on a hoodie string Uh nothing, just something Adrian said. Let's get in the car, it's fucking freezing out here! I think we're going to get more snow he blabbered nervously and gestured towards the car

Sam: Yeah he sighed soft and slowly followed his dad to the car, sipping a good amount of his bottle before he got into the car

[msookyspooky]

I am so glad you liked it babes!!! It legit pained me to write the ending bc Randy and y/n are endgame idc idc.

BUT i've decided to bestow some mercy and write a part two with a happy ending. 😌😘💗

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Once Randy left, you finally allow yourself to cry. Hot tears flow down your face and to stop yourself from totally breaking down, you put your hand over your mouth to cover any sounds, the only sound is muffled crying as you slide down the wall and curl yourself into a ball.

If only Billy, Stu, and James could see you now. They'd get a kick out of it.

Gathering your nerves, you pick yourself up from the floor, you make way to the bathroom and turn on the shower.

You don't even bother to turn the light on, just letting the night light give off a small glow.

You catch your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes were red and puffy and tears stained your cheeks. But you didn't care. You just lost your best, and only, friends in a matter of seconds.

All because you decided two help two psychos who seen too many movies.

You gripped and stared down at the drain as you tried to hold in tears. You were suffering the consequences of your idiotic actions and you had no idea how to claw your way back to the land of the living.

Why did you ever agree to help those pricks in the first place?

The more you thought about Randy and Dewey, the more you felt your throat grow harder to breathe in as you choked out a pitiful sob followed by your building tears finally overflowing from your eyes.

After the shower and some loud sobbing, you step out and go into your bedroom and quickly change into a tank-top and sweats.

You hear the floor creaking and before you realize what was going on, you quickly grab the gun from the drawer and aim it but you don't pull the trigger.

"Miss us, sweet cheeks?"

Your eyes widen as Billy and Stu come into view.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Missed ya!" Stu says, throwing himself on your bed and grabbing your teddy bear, the teddy bear Randy had won you at a carnival a few years ago. You send Stu a glare as you snatch the bear away from him and place it back into place.

Billy stands in place, his arms crossed, not saying anything.

"No, seriously, why the fuck are you two here?"

"Business," Stu jokes.

Again you send him a glare before turning to Billy, hoping he could give you a serious answer.

"We won't be long. We just wanted to tell you that we think we know who the killer is."

"No. I'm done."

"But, sweet cheeks," Stu starts.

You cut him off. "No, shut up. I've lost my two best friends today. All because I had to help you two shit heads."

"What do you mean?" Billy says.

"I told him that you were alive and I knew and that I was helping you."

"You did what?!" Billy says.

Normally, you would flinch. You've did it with James whenever you would fight or in the past when Billy or Stu would raise their voices. This time though, you truly didn't care.

'Yeah. Now, I want you gone. I want you to leave and get the fuck out of my life. For good."

"Your life would be so boring without us, admit it," Stu says.

"I think I would sleep a lot better."

"You really want us to leave and stay away?" Billy asks.

You nod. Pack, skip town and go to a different state or even country, change your identities, and don't contact me again. No letters, no texts, no calls."

Stu sighs as he gets up from the bed. "Fine. But you're going to miss us."

"Doubt it. Now, get the fuck out. Now." You pointed the loaded gun at them both.

They didn't say anything as they both nod and leave. You make sure they actually leave before you try to find Randy and Dewey.

You find the duo at a motel.

"Please, Ra-" you stop yourself, "Randy. Please let me in."

Randy sighs before letting you in.

You sit at the edge of the bed, trying not to give into the urge to just break down in his arms.

"I know this is all my fault, Randy. It was my decision to help them and I should have told you immediately."

"You really should have," Randy points out.

You nod. "Is there any way for me to forgive me?"

To your surprise, Randy begins to wipe the tears that were streaming down your face. "I already did."

"You have every right to be - wait, you do?"

He nods. "I do. I talked to Dewey about it and he still seems to trust you and if he trusts you, I trust you."

You let out a sniffle. You were one-hundred percent sure your eyes were again red and puffy but you didn't care. "Randy I am so sorry. After you left, they broke into my house and I told them to leave."

"You did?"

"Yeah. I told them to leave me alone forever or get a bullet in the brain."

Ray bends sits down to you. "That must have been a heavy burden."

You nod. "Yeah. But that's all behind me now. I am sorry. Truly, I am sorry. I just...never had a safe place to land, you know?"

Randy nods. He then slowly interlocks your pinkie with his before fully intertwining your hand with his. "I can be your safe place."

You are a good, kind, talented soul thank you 🖤🥺😭

[the-mortifying-ordeal-of]

I do not understand me. I don't. I wish I could just listen to my body (she types with chest pressure, shredded throat, racing thoughts, tightwired jaw) and know what I'm feeling and know that it's a legitimate response to something and know the wise way to respond.

I want to cry. I want to run. I want to binge and booze. Honestly, I could fuck with a cigarette. My SI thoughts have surged in the past 48 hours. First it was in the car on the way back from Lolla, my friends (she isn't my friend, pushes back when I refer to her as friend - girlfriend?!? ugh fuck) playing the Esther Perel game and I just wanted to be gone. I had had a perfect weekend and all I felt was dread and despair and the very strong urge to not try anymore.

I scrolled way too late, was woken up early by cramps, and was in a haze all morning that felt like a hangover. Waves of mortification and regret keep coming about my choices for the concert, the money spent, the tequila consumed, my fucking behavior, but that was two days ago. Finally this morning I slammed two Alani Nu and had a lovely time with my family.

But then it was time to go to her house, and I didn't want to. I felt it in my body, knew I'd rather stay home, but didn't want to disappoint her or make her sad. "You aren't in charge of my feelings" she tells me, as my (former) therapist's voice in my head reminds me that MUC's sadness is her responsibility, not mine. But she's having a hard time at work, and her family is going through a lot, and I can't be another difficult thing for her. So I shower and pack my bag and drive here, to her house, and at first it's fine: she's obviously sad and quiet but we watch the Teddy Swims livestream and it's beautiful. But then I ask how she's doing, and she shares more family trauma updates, and she's clearly tearful, and I don't want to be here. I don't know how to be comforting, don't know what to say or do, feel so overwhelmed and inadequate and trapped and guilty. She pivots with a joke and I grasp the lifeline but I feel like a failure.

Now we're in bed and the chest pressure is turning to chest pain and I'm wide awake and I don't think she'll initiate sex when she's sad (OH MY GOD I FORGOT: last night at my place, she was in pain so I was massaging her, and I wanted to distract her from the acute pain so she'd relax, so I started kissing her neck and she hella responded, like beyond the pain distraction, and she's grinding into me and then does try to touch me over my shorts and I stop her somehow but then she starts it again and I manage to stop her again and I blame it on my period but then today, literally two minutes or less before Teddy Swims starts live streaming, she checks in with "Hey, I know you stopped me twice yesterday and the burden of blah blah blah can be emotional labor to blah blah blah so I just wanted to check in to make sure we're ok" and I'm stunned and immediately make what I think is a reassuring affirmative noise, but she's still looking at me like she wants an answer so I tell her we're good. There wasn't enough time, she was just needing quick reassurance, that was not the time or place to talk to her about my dubious relationship with consent and pleasure: right when she's got dinner on her lap and her hand hovered above the remote control. So I lied.) and then tonight she does just turn off the lights for sleep but I'm dying inside. She's being cuddly and affectionate and soft and romantic, kissing my cheek a lot and I want to leave but I don't want to upset her or cause a scene so I tell her I want to go grab my book and read, but then she's crawling on top of me, face an inch from mine, demanding a kiss and then staying there for a second after I gave into the first. I finally pulled away from her fairly abruptly, grabbed my book and turned on the lamp, and here I am typing while she's falling asleep, but then she asks out of the blue (my book is unopened on my lap and I'm clearly typing, not reading, so not out of the blue) if everything is okay and I lie again, say yes.

But I don't know how to be honest. There's no time. She's all romance and pink joy or sadness and vulnerability and I think about flying from a noose necklace at least four times a day. Sometimes I feel turned on around her, sometimes I feel affectionate - the other day I think I even experienced a twinge of jealousy when she told the story of falling for a guy who then ghosted her - but other times I feel so fucking platonic and fake and confused and like I've lost my best friend and I'm stuck here playing house.

I'm hungry. My ED and finances only gave me 12oz of oat milk with a serving of protein powder for dinner, and before that it was just granola and half a Chipotle bowl. It's not enough but I'm scared to spend money, unable to cook, bound by all my food rules. I'm dreading catching up at work from being gone for a week, dreading my late monthly deadlines, dreading going onto the floor, dreading my presentations, dreading my stagnant mortifying underperformance in my career. I'm poor because I'm not good enough and I can't do any better to earn any more and I'm so embarrassed. I want to drink and numb it away but the booze makes everything more complicated and the Benadryl leaves me groggy and god knows what the energy drinks are doing and I'm trying so hard to cut it on black coffee and green smoothies but it's not enough and I don't know what to do.

Sometimes things feel so good, and other times it all feels so fake and big and wrong and heavy. I feel so unmoored. I was going to make a positivity pledge with my BFF to stop my shit talking and gossiping, and maybe I need to do the same thing for my brain: take an extended break from negative thinking and writing and talking, even at the risk of temporarily ignoring some valid things, because I so desperately need to rewire my brain. My 3-month PCP follow-up is soon and I want to ask for the max of my med. It helped a bit but I'm either experiencing a plateau or a dip.

I didn't want to leave while she was sleeping. She just said she's awake and might need to take meds to fall asleep. I want to be brave and tell her I'm leaving. I want to be resilient and stay. I want to not be here at all. But I'll probably leave so I can at least eat food in peace.

Edit: I left, she gave me her generic line about wanting me to do whatever I want to do, I accidentally hit her mailbox with my car while backing up, and I bought a huge quesadilla and enjoyed my binge while watching YouTube videos and resisting sleep until 2:30am. Not my best night, but also not my worst. I'm glad I left.

[pikayeollie]

💗💖💕💘✨🔪

Thank you so much for the ask darling 💙 

💗- who do you miss?

I’ve really been missing my second family and my friends who live in Seoul 😔I was speaking to them yesterday and just had that longing feeling to spend time with them in person. I’m waiting for flight tickets to be released so I can visit them again ☺️

💖- have you ever been in love?

I thought I was when I was younger but that was just stupidity 😂so no, I don’t think I have ever been in love 

💕- are you crushing on someone?

yeah, the tall one with the cute ears 🥰but irl no, I don’t have a crush on anyone

💘- 3 ways to win your heart?

1) humour 

2) kindness

3) i’m a hoe for anyone who has an interest in music lol 

✨- which fictional character (book, show, or movie) do you relate to most?

Moana! I’m from Sri Lanka which is a tiny island and all those island scenes in Moana just reminded me of home. Also, those coconut trees and almost everything made out of something natural! That was my childhood! My front yard used to be filled with coconut trees and mango trees 😭Plus, Moana has curly hair, her skin is brown and I feel like we share some personality traits too ☺️ sorry that was so long gjhkf

🔪- scariest/creepiest experience?

So in my culture, we do this memory day prayer/ritual for members of the family that have passed away. After one of those rituals, my family and I were sitting in the living room just chatting.

Important notes before I continue:

1) we hang up a picture of our family member’s that have passed away and we hang a flower garland on the picture frame

2) on this particular evening the windows were closed, the front door was closed, it wasn’t windy outside, nothing! 

Ok, so while everyone was chatting, my little brother and I got into a fight and he started crying. Everyone was trying to comfort him and he eventually stopped crying. Shortly after that, my mother’s photo and the flower garland on it started swinging back and forth out of nowhere! And the flower that I put onto the garland dropped to the floor while all the other flowers stayed intact! 

That was my mum’s way of telling me off for getting into a fight with my lil bro. I was so creeped out dkgdlfdg legit got the chills while writing the last part 😭

send me a sweet and pure ask~

[izukuisbaby]

⊹˚.⋆ BOYFRIEND HEADCANONS - SATORU GOJO

m.list | comment and reblog if u enjoyed !

℘. flora's notes : Sorry I got carried away and it's very long-

℘. it would take him forever to admit he caught feelings for you. it would take a toll on his ego and heartless reputation, you know

℘. if only it were just simple feelings... he was in love with you. he found himself thinking about you first thing in the morning, last thing at night

℘. he thinks you look breathtaking no matter what you wear and reminisces about how beautiful you are all day long, but in his head (reputation 😍)

℘. smiles like an idiot just at the thought of you. everyone notices but he says "I'm feeling ecstatic because of how hot I look today ! ", hum hum sure gojo

℘. canonically an attention whore, he will do everything in his power to get your attention. if he scratches himself he'll fake cry to you about how much it hurts so you put a plaster on it and kiss his "wound"

℘. dramatically enters your shared apartment "Y/N IM TIIIIRED I NEED CUDDLES" and throws himself on your shared bed, nearly breaking your legs with his weight, wraps his arms around you and kisses your cheek and lips

℘. always greets you theatrically like "Y/N, MY LOVE, I MISSED YOU SO MUCH I THOUGHT I WAS GONNA DIE WITHOUT YOU. COME HUG MEEEEEE !!!" *grabby hands motion*

℘. moves in his sleep. he's either practically sleeping on top of you, crushing you with his weight lying like a starfish or sleeping backwards and puts his feet in your face

℘. and when you confront him about it he says it's his unconscious way of giving you attention...

℘. when you're in public, his favorite thing is to hold pinky fingers because he saw it on tik tok and thinks it's adorable

℘. you're his princess and he spoils you. he's rich, he doesn't care about his money being spent since more come into his bank account anyways

℘. he has a personal driver so you can go everywhere safely and a personal shopper who gets you the latest most expensive designer clothes

℘. gojo either dresses like a mafia boss or an old money boy no inbetween and his favorite style on you is anything that looks like a rich business woman or a modern era princess

℘. also loves to buy you plushies and see you hug them, if they are big enough he puts one of his shirts on them so when he spoons you, you still have a part of him to hug

℘. he was planning on letting you choose the entire decoration of your shared apartment but as it turns out, he begged for HOURS to put light blue paint in all the rooms

℘. which you said no to, obviously he wanted blue because of his eyes THE EGO. And then he proceeded on asking if you could hang a portrait of him in the entrance

℘. but if there's something gojo loves more than himself, it's you, so he hanged his favorite picture of the two of you in a 40"x 60" canvas instead of just his face

℘. adores movie nights with you. he will make you watch his entire collection of dvds and make fun of you when you never heard of one of his favorites : "WHAAAAT YOU NEVER HEARD OF THE HUNGER GAMES?????? NO Y/N WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME"

℘. during the viewing, he enjoys having you in his lap so he can hug you like a teddy bear. unfortunately, your ear is dangerously close to his mouth and gojo never stops talking, including all the while movie nights

part 2

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[diorcities]

you

pairing: haechan x reader.

genre: suggestive.

content: friends to lovers, college au.

masterlist — req

your sleep was taking over you, as the night went on. you waited for your best friend, donghyuck, being busy behind the bar of the cafe where he worked. he'd send you glances from time to time, and in return, you'd give him a thumbs up to reassure him that you were okay; it was s tradition for both of you to wait for the other after work, and today it was your turn.

you didn't notice when he stopped in front of you until he touched you gently to get your attention. “mhm...?” “is it not mad late?” he asked. “pretty sure,” you answered, “still gonna wait for you,” added, when you discovered his intentions. “i mean, we can talk tomorrow, at college or something,” he suggested, “don't you have a test tomorrow?” he tried again. you shook your head, a smile dancing on your lips. “are you trying to get rid of me?” you get up and walked to the rocolla, “oh, you're waiting for someone,” you heard him laugh behind you.

“i have no game,”

“i'm pretty sure you do,”

your face lit up with the dim light of the mp3 when you searched through the songs. your favorite song put on a playlist without a name, the melody playing softly through the speakers. you glanced at donghyuck, and caught his gaze across the room. “what?” you chuckled, feeling nervous out of nowhere. he squinted his eyes. a bright smile covered his face, “certain you have game.” your eyes widen. “i mean, mark? definitely into you,” he assured you.

you shook your head, and he nodded his.

your steps brought you closer. “you're denied it?” he scoffed, “you're probably into him,” he continued, his hand brushing his hair, a common tic he had when he was nervous. “i'm not into him.”, “then, who?” the table was annoyingly between your bodies, and you knew he noticed too. the way you were looking at him, the way your breathing was trembling in your lips. he didn't need a verbal answer when your body was giving it. “come closer, then”.

you wrapped him in a warm hug, burying your face in his chest, noticing his fragrance making you feel lighter than before. a smile on your face as you breathe the hypnotic cologne. your head spinning from the previous event that brought you to his embrace. his heart so close to your ear, bumping against his chest. he started to swing, slowly, with the melody. his breathing messing up strands of your hair, realizing couple of seconds later that he was actually smelling it. “that's my favorite song,” you whisper. “i know,” he answered, his voice muffled by your hair. “it reminds me of you,” you confessed. “what other things remind you of me?” he questioned, curious.

you inspired.

“brown. and chocolate,” you said. “mhmm...” he mumbled. “a teddy bear and a museum. wood and trees. sunsets and sunny days. milk and pearls. a field of grass and sunflowers, and horses running free.”, you sought his gaze, “take me home”.

him. him. him.

it was always him. from the beginning. from the very start. before you could realize it. before both started to finish each other sentences. it was always him. how many times have you caught yourself thinking of him?. about his lips, his hands. his eyes, lingering across the room, finding yours. did he feel the same way? did he think of you the same way you think of him?. now that his warm eyes looked at you, under him, feeling him, did he feel his heart being synchronized with yours?.

you laid tired by his side, watching him catch his breath. your sight dazed until you closed your eyes. you noticed how he stirred in bed, looking for the best position to fall asleep, but you didn't open your eyes. you didn't want to see what you were going to find when he would look back at you. you didn't want to make your heart broken. you glanced at him when you felt his touch looking for you under the blankets, his fingers finally reaching your waist, pulling you closer to his chest.

“you're already asleep?” he asked, finding himself with no response from you. he brushed your hair, tenderly. his warm breath impacting against your face, before he placed a kiss on your forehead. “i haven't told you the things that remind me of you.”, his voice was a whisper, fearing it could wake you up. “let me see..., tulips, honeycomb..., and bees, coffee with milk, rainy days, rainbows, squirrels, the ocean, wild berries, and coconut. animals. sparkles, stars..., mhm... daydream, owl, oh, nightstand lamp, valorant, kimchi. warm hugs, and palm trees...” he listed, one by one, until you really fell asleep, feeling your heart growing in your chest, feeling it could explode.

no, bye, this stop being a dabble account and instead it's just me reveling my daydreams with donghyuck.

let me know any misspelled word or bad grammar <;��.

[heartofspells]

Masterpost

@wolfstarmicrofic

Prompt: rock rose

The next morning arrives slowly, Sirius never sleeping. He's not sure that he does sleep anymore, every time he wakes finding himself in the same spot as though he's had no choice in the matter, his body aching, head throbbing, everything disorienting like he's been pulled through thick gelatin and deposited somewhere he doesn't belong. He's only just managed to find the strength to move again when there's a loud knock on the door, and Sirius hears a small crash from the bedroom.

Remus emerges as another knock sounds a minute later. He's sleep-rumbled, his waves of brown hair chaotic over his head, reminiscent of James'. He's wearing a pair of too-loose bottoms, his wrinkled shirt having ridden up enough with his movements to reveal a small section of pale, scarred flesh over his side just along his waistband. He makes a hasty line for the front door, but he freezes, eyes settling on Sirius as he slowly works his way to his feet again.

"Fuck," curses Remus under his breath, looking as though he's forgotten, or maybe that he thought Sirius' presence had been nothing more than a dream. He seems disappointed. "You can't be here, but here you are." He frowns deeply, the expression only intensifying as a more insistent knock sounds and the muffled voice of a woman calls out.

"Remus, are you in there?"

Remus groans a little as he fixes Sirius with a sharp glare. "Stay there," he warns. "Stay out of the way. Do not speak."

He doesn't wait on a response, which is for the best as Sirius is too baffled to form a proper one before the man is tugging the door open. A woman with bright pink hair stands on the other side, tiny in stature, Remus more than a head taller than her, her heart-shaped face staring up at him curiously.

"Sorry," he apologizes quickly. "You're early. Or I'm late. I'm not sure which." He shakes his head as the woman's eyebrows pinch together. "Late night," he finally says, sighing a little at the end.

The woman provides him with an odd look before she shrugs. "Wotcher, Remus," is all she says. Remus smiles softly at her.

"Good morning, Dora."

The woman – Dora – reaches up and cups one side of Remus' face with a small hand, her expression shifting with concern. "You look tired," she observes. "Are you feeling all right after – "

"Yes," interjects Remus quickly, cutting across her words. "I'm fine, I promise. It was just a late night. Loads of unpacking."

Dora hums quietly, glancing around for a moment. "Nice place. Good on you," she praises, and Sirius watches as Remus shifts from foot to foot awkwardly, Dora plucking at the beading forming a rock rose over her jacket as she watches him. "Right, well, I've got to go. We are a bit early, but they need me there sooner today. I only found out this morning or I would have told you."

"It's fine, really," says Remus, waving his hand at her even as she turns back to the hall beyond the door.

"Teddy, c'mon. Leave the cat alone. I think you've poked at it enough. He's not interested, mate," she calls out, and then a boy with bright blue hair is appearing in the doorway, barreling forward and into Remus before he stops, Remus grunting a little from the impact even as he laughs, the action lighting up his face.

"Child," says Sirius before he can stop himself, feeling a jolt of shock race through him. The woman and boy ignore him as though he hasn't spoken, but Remus shoots him another hateful glare.

"Be good for Dad, Ted," say Dora, running her hand over the boy's bright head. "I'll see you in a few days."

Sirius shakes his head. "Dad?" he hisses questioningly, mostly to himself. He remains ignored this time, but he can see Remus' shoulders stiffening.

The pair bids the woman goodbye, and then Remus is closing the door. He scrubs over his face for a moment, glancing at Sirius warily in the process before his eyes drop to his son.

"What d'you think of the place?" he asks curiously.

"S'nice," mumbles Teddy. "Big. Do I have my own room this time?"

Something in the excitement of the inquiry hits Sirius in the chest even as Remus' eyes flash oddly, a forced sort of smile tugging into place on his mouth. "You do, yeah. Have you had breakfast?" At Teddy's nod of affirmation, Remus' smile pulls into something truer. "Then why don't you go inspect it while I get dressed, then I'll take you to school? Sound good?"

"Great!" chirps Teddy, but then his eyes are landing on the fireplace, gaze sliding over Sirius. "Neat!" he cries, rushing forward, Remus following quickly at his heels as he approaches Sirius. "You've got a fireplace this time."

Sirius takes a surprised step back as the boy stops in front of him, but he smiles, thoughts locked on Harry. He's always been good with kids.

"Hiya, lad," he greets, hand reaching out as Teddy inspects the brickwork around the empty grate.

"Don't do that!" shouts Remus, his own arm darting out and connecting with Sirius' just as his hand comes down over Teddy's shoulder. The force of the collision sends Sirius' fingers crashing into Teddy, but they never hit, slipping through him instead, Remus gripping around his wrist as he pulls back.

Teddy lurches backwards in shock, but neither man notices, staring at where the boy and Sirius' hand had been in muted horror.

"I wasn't doing anything!" cries Teddy defensively, glaring balefully up at his father. "I was only looking. I never even touched it. What are you staring at, Dad?"

"What the fuck was that?" demands Sirius, pulling his wrist from Remus' firm grip. The other man only shakes his head, and Teddy frowns. Sirius looks down at him. "Can he see me?" he asks Remus, eyes fixing on the boy. "Can you see me?"

Teddy continues gazing at his father as though Sirius doesn't exist, and he stumbles back a few steps. Remus' mouth works, eyes wide and awestruck.

"Sorry, Ted," he finally manages. "I didn't mean to shout. I thought I…saw something. It's fine. I'm sorry. Go look at your room, all right? We'll leave soon."

Teddy slowly wanders off, but Sirius doesn't even wait until he's gone before he's muttering, "He can't see me. He can't see me. I bet she couldn't see me either. What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?"

"You can't even touch him," breathes out Remus after a long while, staring after his son. "But I can touch you. You're solid. To me, you're solid, but not for him."

"What the hell does any of that mean?" snaps Sirius, feeling desperate confusion clawing up his throat.

Remus shakes his head. "I don't know," he mumbles, "but I have to take him to school. I'll…be back. Just – "

"Stay here?" snarls Sirius before he snorts derisively. "Doesn't seem as though I've much choice, does it?"

Remus doesn't respond, turning and disappearing down the hall, leaving Sirius alone in his bafflement, head spinning and throbbing again, eyes squinting against the pain.

[rendevousz]

niagara falls of blood?

avengers x fem!teen!reader

summary: pretty much what the title is, you on your period

warnings: your moodswings ig

word count: 2765

"rise and shine, y/n!" you hear an annoying voice sing just as the lights flickered on. you grumbled something inaudible, hiding underneath your blanket to shield yourself from the brightness that steve just brought upon your room.

"y/n/n, come on. wakey-wakey!" you groan, feeling super unmotivated to train today. you even felt like punching steve in his perfect-looking face just for waking you up at the crack ass of dawn. this was unusual because you loved jogs before the sun came up and trainings before it hit noon.

"steve, if you don't shut the hell up right now, i'm gonna push you into that lake beside our usual jogging route."

"jeez, y/n, woke up on the wrong side or what?" he teases, finally leaving once he saw you were already sitting up. you groggily walked to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth before changing into your workout clothes.

"no!" you whine when you saw that you were on your period. that's why you were in a crappy mood when steve woke you up. you begrudgingly dressed up after putting on a pad, grabbing a small towel on the way out.

like you did every morning, you were gonna go on a run with steve, bucky and sam. while you loved running, you hated how steve and bucky "cheated" —as you and sam liked to call it— with their super soldier staminas. that was why you loved having sam there. not only was he great company but he was also moral support because you two would always be hilariously overtook by steve and bucky multiple times. but that didn't matter because you two would always be completely immersed in your conversations every time.

but not today though. you already knew today was going to be different. you had gotten a bad start to the day with steve's and your usual morning routine which somehow annoyed you this one time. and having to run around with your cramps definitely didn't help lighten your mood.

"kid, you okay?" sam asks from your right side. you'd been silent throughout the whole run and sam knew something was up when you didn't laugh at his jokes like how you usually would. "just cramps. they're hurting a lot so i'm probably gonna skip training today." you explain and he slowed down his pace causing you to slow down too since you always had to run side by side.

"y/n/n, you should probably stop now if you're having cramps. it might make it worse—i think? i don't know, actually. i don't know how periods work but i know cramps hurt a lot so i think you should stop. yeah, you should stop." his rambling speech made you feel a bit better now knowing he wants you to take care of yourself. "you know what? yeah, i think i'm gonna go. sorry i have to leave you with the two cheaters."

he smiled at you, telling you not to worry about it. you were touched and your mood significantly brightened but before you could reply him, rhythmic footsteps echoed from a distance from behind you two and you knew what was coming.

"on your left."

before steve and bucky could just pass by peacefully like they did the past nine times, you managed to throw a punch to steve's side, effectively slowing him down when he stumbled and then completely stopped. "what gives, y/n?!" bucky then stopped too, wanting to know what was up.

"that's for this morning." you glared at him and he looked at you in confusion, holding onto his side where you punched him. though you were significantly smaller than he was—than any of them were, really—, you could definitely throw a punch. speaking of punch, you gave him another on his other side and he flinched, giving you an incredulous look, one that resembled betrayal.

"and that's for being a cheater." you narrowed your eyes at him. "oN yOuR LeFt." you mocked him, rolling your eyes before ultimately leaving the trio to walk back to the tower. they looked at your fading figure and exchanged looks with each other in confusion. "what...what just happened?"

"y/n's on her period so we gotta be careful with her." sam explained and steve being steve, his cheeks tinted slight pink as the thought slightly embarrassed him.

"period? you mean the niagra falls of blood," bucky states, taking a long sip out his water bottle. sam rolled his eyes at this but nodded anyways. "also, she doesn't want training today so unless any of you have a death wish, don't call her down for anything other than for food, got it?"

"yes, sir."

"got it."

-

"you do it,"

"i don't want to, you do it."

"can one of you just do it? why don't you guys want to wake y/n up?" nat stopped bucky and steve's little argument as she turned away from the stove for a bit. "you two love waking her up and carrying her down to eat. what happened?"

"womanhood happened," steve mumbled bitterly, rubbing his sides where you hit him this morning. apparently you had hit him hard enough to bruise a little. nat rolled her eyes in realisation. "period?"

"no, no, not period. satan's montly ritual inside of y/n. you should've seen her this morning, nat. it was like she was possessed!" steve exaggerates. "okay, let's not be dramatic here," bucky rolls his eyes at his best friend. steve only looked at him with fear in his eyes and bucky sighs. "fine, i'll do it. but if i don't return, tell sam he still can't have my snacks. no one can have my snacks."

nat only shakes her head before turning back to the stove to finish cooking lunch.

meanwhile, bucky was making his way up to your room. deep down he was scared to face you after your episode in the morning. "y/n/n? doll, it's lunch." he spoke when he entered your room. he melted when he saw you all snuggled up in bed, asleep, hugging your life-sized teddy bear that tony gifted you last christmas.

"doll? time to eat," he whispered, gently shaking you awake. you slowly opened your eyes to see bucky sitting on your bed, trying to wake you up from your nap. "what time is it?" you asked, rubbing your eyes, your lips jutting out subconsciously. bucky internally cooed at how adorable you looked. "it's afternoon, you skipped breakfast so nat wants you to eat lunch." he tells you.

"tell her i'm sleepy," you said, adjusting yourself back under the blanket. "y/n/n, you gotta eat. nat's gonna kill me if i go back down there without you." he shakes you again and you look up at him with you doe eyes. "then don't go back down. cuddle me, jamesie!" you pouted, giving him your best sad puppy look.

he had a brief internal battle with himself before losing and giving in, slipping next to you and hugging you, providing you warmth that even your blanket couldn't provide. bucky knew nat would have his head but how could he say no to that adorable face? and you using his real name? ultimate weakness.

soon, you were back asleep, cuddling up to him. he smiled down at you, loving how peaceful you seemed when you were sleeping. and before he knew it, he too fell asleep.

-

"what's taking him so long?" nat huffed and steve's jaw dropped slightly, looking at her in worry. "who's telling sam he can't have bucky's snacks?"

"don't be ridiculous, steve. go get them or i'm telling sam he can't have your snacks too." steve sighs, getting up from the barstool and making his way up to your room.

safe to say he was expecting pretty much anything but the sight of you and bucky asleep, cuddled up to each other. steve's lips jutted out and he cooed at you both. he snapped a quick picture before approaching you two, sitting on your bed beside your sleeping figure.

"y/n/n? sweetie, you need to eat." he says softly as he shook you awake. the shaking seemed to wake bucky up too and when your eyes fluttered open, steve smiled down at you. "bubba? it's lunch," he looks over at bucky in disappointment for having fallen asleep when he had a task. bucky only shrugs his shoulders as if saying 'hey man, i had no choice'.

"stevie?" you groaned out and he smiled. "come on, let's go have lunch, nat is waiting downstairs." he tries to get you to sit up but you resist. "come sleep, stevie," you pulled the same trick you did with bucky and it's no surprise the blond super-soldier fell for it too. everyone had a soft spot for you.

steve laid next to you and you're then sandwiched between two super-soldiers, already falling back asleep in just seconds.

"you know nat's gonna kill us, right buck?"

"then let her try. we can use y/n/n to get out of it. i mean, can you even recall the last time anyone said no to that adorable face?"

"sam says no to her sometimes."

"yeah but he always ends up feeling bad so,"

"okay yeah, you're right."

"that's exactly why we're stuck in this situation, right dear ol' stevie? so i say we just sleep and if nat tries to scold us, we'll technically be under y/n/n's protection because nat won't scream in our faces in front of her."

"good call. night, buck."

"night, steve."

-

"i can't believe i sent two super-soldier idiots to go wake up y/n on her period. i didn't think they meant it literally when they were afraid they weren't gonna come back." nat paces around the kitchen and wanda watches in amusement. it had been almost a whole hour since bucky was sent to get you and thirty minutes since steve was sent to do so too and both men hadn't returned with you for lunch.

"do you really think y/n/n is having a temper tantrum or something and those idiots are caught in the middle of it?" nat asks and wanda shook her head. "i doubt. y/n can get a little cranky but only if provoked. y/n on her period is overall a sweetheart like she always is. maybe steve was being annoying this morning. i mean, he always is annoying during morning jogs because he always has to announce when he overtakes us." wanda rolls her eyes at the fact.

"okay, you know what? come with me to get them. i mean with our joint forces, there's no way we're going to get sucked into whatever those idiots did. let's go,"

nat didn't give the younger woman a chance to reply before she's storming upstairs to your room and wanda had no choice but to rush along.

-

"well? are we going to wake them up or what?" wanda asks nat, not taking her eyes off the adorable sight she was met with right as she entered your room.

"i want to get mad at steve and bucky for not waking her up because she hasn't eaten yet but somehow i can't." nat states, looking like she's having an existential crisis.

"well, no lunch for these three, i guess. they better have dinner though or i'm actually going to get mad. let's go, wands." nat closes your door, but not before snapping a pic of you three cuddled up and sending it to the group chat.

nat: [attached photo]

peter: OMG SHE LOOKS SO TINY AND ADORABLE SQUISHED IN BETWEEN THOSE TWO 🥺🥺🥺

tony: IS THAT SAFE? CAN MY BABY EVEN BREATHE PROPERLY?????? NAT WHY ARE YOU JUST LETTING IT HAPPEN

wanda: stark, she's fine

thor: aw, i hope lady y/n gets all the rest she needs. she looks peaceful 🥰

clint: wait no fair i wanna cuddle her too 🥺😭

sam: dang it does this mean i still can't have bucky's snacks

bucky: stay away from my snacks.

-

"look who finally decided to show." you hear tony tease when you finally came down to dinner.

after waking up an hour prior, you woke up the two super-soldiers sandwiching you by pushing them off your bed. they couldn't even be mad at you when you had burst out in contagious laughter at your own stunt, before leaving to let you wash up.

"how are you feeling, sweetie?" bruce asks you as you sat in between him and tony on the dining table. "i'm good, bruce, why do you ask?"

"we've been hearin' a lot about you today, cupcake." tony winks at you before continuing to eat his food. you pout at him. "bad things?"

"no, no, no, not bad things, never bad things. you're the sweetest little cupcake and everyone loves you. now eat your food," tony pretends to make an angry face at you and you listen to him, smiling as you do so.

after dinner, you decided to lounge in the common room for a bit to watch tv and thor, clint, wanda and sam decide to join you.

"what are we watching?" sam asks as he plops down next to you on the couch. "i don't know, i'm kinda in the mood to watch my little pony." you quipped happily. "my little pony? that stupid ponies cartoon where the purple unicorn has magic and becomes a princess?"

"it's not stupid," you muttered under your breath, suddenly getting upset that he thought my little pony was stupid. "if you guys don't want to watch, i guess we can watch whatever you want." you told the rest who were already seated, a sad expression on your face.

"bubs! of course we want to watch it! right, sam?" wanda glares at sam as she asked him through gritted teeth. "y–yes! yes, we'll watch my little pony!" he replies quickly. "okay!" you cheer, leaning back against the couch as you turned the show on.

after an episode was done, you seemed to have gotten the others hooked on it because they asked for another episode. well, except for sam because he decided one episode was enough and it was time to sleep so he left.

"okay," you giggled, happy that they liked the show. "but i'm going to go get my snacks first." you walked to the kitchen to quickly get your bag of pretzels from the pantry. you were pretty sure it was the period moodswings that were causing your emotions to be all over the place because you cried. you cried because you were so excited to go get your snacks, only to find that it had been stolen.

you trudged back into the living room with a tear-stained face and wanda immediately stands up. "bubs, what's wrong?" she held both your shoulders as she looked down at you. you hiccup. "i–i think pete took my pretzel sticks." you pouted to try keep the incoming tears at bay but they managed to drop anyways.

"i'll kill him," clint stands up, hands held out in a fighting stance. "how dare he steal y/n/n's snacks." wanda rolls her eyes at his antics and gives him a look that tells him to back down.

"lady y/n," thor calls from his spot on the couch. you turn to him. "i have a stash of poptarts if you want?" he offered and as kind as his intentions were, you only wanted your pretzel sticks. you dropped down to the floor, staring silently into nothing.

"y/n," clint places a hand on your shoulder, trying to get you to get up but you didn't. you looked up at him with a small pout and glossy eyes and he cracked. "alright, thor, come with me to the grocery store. we're getting y/n/n's snacks,"

thor immediately gets up, following clint out the door. you couldn't believe that the avengers' own archer and god of thunder were willing to go out just to buy you snacks.

twenty minutes later, they came back with bags of different snacks but most importantly, your pretzel sticks. you ran to them, giving them the biggest hug you could give, prompting chuckles and hair ruffles from them. "anything for you, kiddo."

despite having just gotten your snack, you fell asleep ten minutes into the next episode and thor goes to carry you back to your room. he sets you down gently on your bed, pulling your blanket up so that you were warm.

"sleep well, lady y/n." he kisses the side of your head before leaving. and sleep well you did because you had an awesome family take care of you.

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light pitter-patters of the rain | sjy

↬ part of: 500 followers event <33 ↬ pairing: sim jaeyun / jake x reader ft. layla  ↬ genre: fluff | established relationship au  ↬ warnings: none ↬ w/c: 555 ↬ requested by: anon, no specific name ↬ a/n: this is part of the 500 followers event but we’re almost to 800 followers now and i'm just like how ??

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When you wake up, it’s around 10 am. The light pitter-patters of the rain falling onto your roof and trailing off the windows. The world outside looks dreary and bleak with gray skies overshadowing yesterday’s blue one. Amidst how boring outside looks and the loud honks of cars on the streets, all you feel is safety and peacefulness within the comfort of your and Jake’s home. From besides you, you feel Jake nestling his face deeper into the crook of your neck and you find yourself running your hand through his soft cotton candy like hair. After a few minutes, you boop the tip of his nose, whispering,

“Jaeyun.” Your ears are met with incoherent mumbles as his eyes stay closed you can’t help but ask,

“Are you pretending to stay asleep?” to which he only shakes his head and mumbles,

“No love,” with a smile. You feel Layla’s presence when she jumps onto the bed and settles on the other side of you. Like father, like daughter it seemed as the two loves of your life now surrounded you.

“Good morning, baby,” you say as your attention leaves Jake and shifts to Layla. Beginning to pet her fur,

“I’m your baby,” Jake replies with a slight scoff. You feel his arms hug you tighter, legs moving on top of yours, and suddenly his scent is all that fills your nose but you can’t bring yourself to complain. The rain continues to fall, seemingly harder as the seconds go by causing you to sigh,

“There’s no way we’re gonna be able to go outside today.” You were kind of sad, after all, you and Jake had an entire day planned where you were going to bring Layla out to the city and walk around but that clearly wasn’t going to happen due to the rain.

“We can still have fun at home.”

“Does mean you’re gonna get off of me so I can feed my baby?”

“I’m not hungry yet,” he replied with a frown at the thought of letting you go.

“C’mon, you big teddy bear. You can come with to feed Layla.” Jake ultimately stays latched onto you. With his arms wrapped around your waist and hugging you from behind while following your every step, it’s a little hard to walk around the house but you make no effort to pull away from his hold. The rain continues to fall for the rest of the day which results in a movie marathon spent in the living room and dishes left in the sink to become the worries of tomorrow. You end up settled on the living room couch, you laying on top of Jake and Layla laying on top of you. With neither of you actually wanting to get up when night falls, you decided to sleep on the couch. Sure it was kind of small and you had an actual bed waiting just a few steps away but the couch allowed for the type of closeness you and Jake were missing from each other. You feel your eyelids growing heavy and hear Jake lowering the volume of the tv. This time, your head rests in the crook of his neck while you’ve got one hand on top of Layla. As you fall asleep, the light pitter-patters of the rain begins to fade.

↬ a/n: i'm kind of curious but for the ppl reading this, based off of the way i write, how old do y'all think i am? 👀

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