#after all this time it's hard to believe it's finally finished 🥺

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Crosscode spoilers:

I DIIIIIID IIIIIIIIT!!!!!!!! *SOBS*

#after all this time it's hard to believe it's finally finished 🥺 #LOOK HOW HAPPY THEY ALL ARE #it was such a long time since my 1st playthrough I was re-baffled by just how great this game is C: #I didn't do every single quest or arena challenge so I might still putz around with the game a bit more #and maybe *someday* I'll try new game plus #but as great as this game is playing it is a commitment so I am looking forward to being able to focus on other games again #also I don't have any huge in-depth analyses to give on the game or its characters #but I do wanna type out my general thoughts on the game in a separate post #i have nitpicks but this really is one of the most rock-solid games I've ever played #p.s. fuck the son of the beach that guy sucks >:C #p.p.s. the actual final boss was definitely exists 👌 (probably shoulda fought them first cause they were a joke by comparison) #crosscode #crosscode spoilers #rambling

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Hey i just read some of your fics and i can’t lie..IM. IN. LOVE!!!! I absolutely adore your writing style too! When i saw you wrote something that included Roman Empire I screamed lol.

I was curious tho how would König from that au would’ve react to his lover being tired and pregnant carrying his heir. (Pregnancy kink alert) and their sex life looks during pregnancy 👀.

(This is not a *fic* fic, I just love to do these cute little moodboards! lmao)

Roman!König gets so fussy when his little fairy gets pregnant 🥺

Their new hut is barely even built before she notices that her moonblood no longer arrives. When she tells König the good news, he's already the happiest man in the world but now he's about to burst from joy. All his dreams are finally coming true!

König is so proud of his queen, but he's also proud of himself. He’s been working hard every day – as a man should! – hunting and fishing and building their new home and making love to his woman, basically toiling from sunrise to sunset. Now that there's a baby on the way, he can finally catch his breath and concentrate on taking care of his wife and finishing the roof for their new house ❤️

And lovemaking! There's lots of it in the first months, but when the baby starts to grow, König refuses to "bully" her before the child is born. Says that in his homeland people believe that it can hurt the baby if a man tries to get an already pregnant woman pregnant again. As much as he would love to do his daily duties, he can't risk the health of their child so it will simply have to wait.

Man starts to talk to her belly before even a month has passed, and in his own crude language too. Doesn't see how his fairy queen is rolling her eyes at this – even a mighty warrior turns into a simpleton when they've managed to get a woman pregnant, it seems.

She’s not jealous, per se, she just thinks he’s being a bit silly :/ König likes to ramble to the baby even more than he rambles to her these days, and the baby bump is not even visible yet! And when it is, gods, he gets even more silly. Every morning König gives her a kiss, then goes down to her belly and gives the baby a kiss too, then says Guten Morgen with a wide, cheerful smile.

It’s nice to see that at least someone here is happy, because she’s not having it easy; her back and knees hurt all the time, she wakes up five times during the night, her feet are always sore, she has to pee constantly, and her appetite is gone. König isn't really helping: he tries to feed her all the time “to make the baby strong” and gets worried if she doesn’t eat enough.

So it's a good thing that König has his little building project going on, otherwise he would go mad :/ Man is working hard to build the animal pens before winter, hunt the food, and do some carpentry such as make them a sturdy enough bed (...) that he dozes off in the evening after eating three large bowls of stew. These two lovebirds are soon sleeping under a pile of furs, with König's large hand protectively over Fee's tummy while the embers in the firepit offer them warmth through the night ❤️

And if Fee was treated like a queen before, now she's almost like a goddess. Barely gets to prepare the food because König doesn't want Fee to exert herself. The only thing she's allowed to do is weave (they have this cute little vertical loom), and if she ever looks tired, König will order her to rest and comes to pet her head or massage her feet.

Starts to excitedly talk about how he will teach the child how to run and wrestle and hunt and fight, be it boy or a girl. He has to teach their little wolf cub to fend for itself if need be, right? When Fee cuts in and says that if it’s a girl she can always marry a strong husband, König looks at her in shock. His baby girl, marrying some ugly, big brute who just wants to force his head under her dress?? There's no way he’ll let that happen!

#roman!könig #Roman AU #historical au #roman!könig is a bit of a girl dad

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—AGNOSTHESIA | FIVE

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x OFC/Fem!Reader

Summary: After the talk, things were going well, or so Wednesday assumed. You've been distancing yourself and Wednesday is forced to sift through her past behaviors to see why and comes to a realization that makes her violently ill.

Warnings: Angst. Jealous!Wednesday. Enid, has to spell it out. Thing, wants more dew drops. Xavier, rip.

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Part Four

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Agnosthesia: Noun. The state of not knowing how you really feel about something, which forces you to sift through clues hidden in your behavior, as if you were some other person—noticing a twist of acid in your voice, an obscene amount of effort put into something trifling, or an inexplicable weight on your shoulders that makes it difficult to get out of bed.

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You've been distancing yourself from Wednesday.

"Not quite, Henry. Try crushing the seed instead of chopping it; you'll get more juice out of it that way."

You've been distancing yourself from Wednesday.

"Yes, use the flat side of your knife, just like that—careful."

You've been distancing yourself from Wednesday.

"Well done, Henry!"

Wednesday slams her textbook down on the desk.

"Ow!" Xavier yelps, the tips of his fingers caught under the textbook. He yanks them out. "Jesus fucking Christ, Wednesday, my fingers!"

"Quit blubbering," Wednesday unapologetically tells him. "They are still attached to your body, are they not?"

"For now," Xavier grumbles, rubbing his bruised fingers. "What the hell is your problem, anyway?"

"I don't have a problem," Wednesday's eyes briefly look at him before looking back at her own flask. "Why would you think that?"

This was her third time re-making the elixir. 

The textbook had said to cut the seed to extract the juice inside, but after Xavier nearly lopped off his finger the first time, Wednesday took over the second time. The only issue was that despite her flawless knife work, they could hardly squeeze any of the juice out from the seed's hard shell. 

Xavier was plucking at her last nerves with his suggestion to try again—as if the seed would suddenly get softer. 

Wednesday clenches her jaw. She should've declined to be Xavier's partner. Even Bianca would suffice better because at least she would feel no inclination about holding back on murdering Bianca when they finally got fed up with each other. 

But this was only an issue because—

"Because tooth fairy has refused to be your lab partner, like, what, 3 times now?" Xavier whispers.

Wednesday doesn't say anything, but her expression gets more contemptuous, her mouth pinched, and Xavier doesn't say anything more. She doesn't even comment on Xavier's horrible epithet that he's been sticking to despite your immediate veto. His only reasoning was that you had a nice smile, which Wednesday was inclined to agree with reluctantly. 

But it was true. It was a rather new development when you began growing closer to Wednesday, especially after they resolved the tension regarding Wednesday not asking questions. It was going well, or so Wednesday had thought. 

Now, you jumped at making sure someone else was your partner before the teacher would even finish telling everyone to partner up.

Looking up, Wednesday stares at the back of your head, willing to burn a hole through it so you'd look at her. 

You don't.

"That guy has been hanging around her often," Xavier comments, his eyes narrowing a little. "Pretty sure he's a legacy. His dad went here—Henry Morrison? Can’t believe he named his son the same name."

"Why are you telling me this irrelevant information?" Wednesday cuts in before he can say anything else. 

"Is it irrelevant?" Xavier smiles, though the corners of his mouth don't make it too far up. "Thought you, of all people, should know this: know any potential rival—lest you want someone else to swoop in."

'Rival?' Wednesday thought with confusion. She looks at the boy next to you. 

There was no way this lanky, pitiful, stuttering boy could be her rival. If she were to look at anyone as a rival, it'd be Bianca. 

The siren looked way too smug and haughty every time you spent time with her. Every time Wednesday caught a glimpse of you two, Bianca would have this aggravating smirk that would send Wednesday into a burst of rage that Thing would have to suffer through while she ranted. 

"How's psychitect going? Getting better?" You ask.

Henry nods eagerly. "I-I can almost make a fully functional mindscape. You should come to see it," Henry says with a shy smile. "Y-You have a free period during that time, right?" 

You nod with an easy-going smile. "Sure, I don't have much else to do, and it sounds pretty cool."

Wednesday purses her lips unhappily, stabbing the seed with the tip of her knife precisely, and Xavier moves his hands away just in case. 

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"Wednesday—"

"No."

"You haven't even heard what I'm about to ask—"

"No."

Enid exaggeratedly pouts, clasping her hands together in front of her. "Wednesday..." she pitifully drags.

"Enid," Wednesday grits her teeth, holding firm. "No."

"C'mon!" Enid continues to plead. "One of the girls broke her arm! We're short a girl again this year."

"How tragic," Wednesday says without care. "But that, unfortunately, wasn't my fault. I applaud your efforts to torture me but I have no inclination to join the boat race this year."

"But don't you remember that satisfying feeling of beating Bianca?" Enid tries to entice Wednesday instead. "What was it that you said last year? A dark, vengeful spirit."

Wednesday raises her brow. "I have no additional quarrels with Bianca this year. I get my satisfaction from beating her in fencing."

Enid lets out a groan. She knows she's running out of options, and she's about to give up when something pops into her mind, and a mischievous smile that Wednesday doesn't like appears.

"Oh, well," Enid says with a dramatic sigh. "I guess we'll just have to ask someone else and risk losing to Bianca."

Wednesday narrows her eyes. "It appears so."

"And with Fae watching in the crowd, I bet she'll be so impressed with Bianca taking that trophy," Enid continues, astutely turning away as she says it, a smirk on her face. "Man, how embarrassing. I can't believe I'll have to explain to Fae that we lost because my roomie didn't want to get into the whole school spirit thing."

Enid sighs one last time as she sits on her bed, looking at Thing, who sits beside her. "Oh, well. I'm sure Fae will be thrilled to celebrate Bianca's victory."

Wednesday clenches her fist. She's not unaware of Enid's horrible attempt at manipulating her. It was tragically embarrassing on Enid's end but what was more embarrassing was that it was working.

The idea of you celebrating Bianca's victory was making Wednesday more sullen than she already was. 

So, for the second time this year, despite Wednesday's reluctance to win the Poe Cup again as it made her more similar to her mother, she was going to make Bianca burn with the taste of utter defeat. 

"Enid," Wednesday scowls. "It would be wise to sleep with both eyes open after the competition is over."

"I love you, too, Wednesday."

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Wednesday is at a loss. 

Despite her attempts to ask more questions and discover what could possibly be the reason why you've been distant, you've stonewalled her. 

It is a very sickening feeling. 

"How could she do this to me, Thing?" Wednesday seethed at the disembodied hand as it was just the two in her room. "This is the second week she's cut our time short. That's 14 days, Thing. Our usual 38 hours a week have been cut down to a mere 15 hours."

Thing taps and signs.

"Why are you asking if I did something?" Wednesday glares.

Some more tapping.

"It's a fair assumption," Wednesday concedes. "But I haven't done anything out of the ordinary as of late. You must know how painful it is for me right now to admit I am at a loss."

Thing taps.

"And she has said nothing to you?" Wednesday glares suspiciously.

Thing taps more firmly, and Wednesday lets out a sigh through her nose and lets it go. Checking the time, she finds you'll be here any minute now.

As of late, you've been insisting on meeting Wednesday in her room at night instead of your fae studio realm. Enid seemed to catch on and was happy to hang out with Ajax or Yoko for an hour or two until you left.

It only served to remind Wednesday that it used to be four hours at your studio. Wednesday bitterly thinks you've done it on purpose because it was easier for you to leave her space than to make her leave your space. 

There's a knock on her door. 

Right on time.

Wednesday looks at Thing before glaring at the door.

"I will not accept defeat tonight," she ominously declares as she walks towards the door. 

When she opens it, Wednesday finds you smiling at her but there’s something about it that makes her feel disgruntled. 

“Hi, Wednesday,” you say in the exact same way you’ve said hundreds before. “Enid out again?”

“Of course,” Wednesday deadpans since not even Enid knows about your wings.

“Cool,” you reply before looking out the window. “Can we open the window? It feels a little stuffy in here.”

Wednesday looks at Thing, who scuddles to the window and cracks it open. There’s a slight breeze that makes you sigh with ease as you take off your sweater and sit down on the floor at Wednesday’s bed. 

There’s a momentary pause as Wednesday stares at the familiar sight of your back before your opulent obsidian wings slowly grow out, stretching as much as they could with a ruffle. 

They were healing quite well, Wednesday notes. Soon, you won’t need to meet with her every night for treatment. 

You still need to meet her now but you’re already distancing yourself. 

Wednesday feels self-pity, rage, and dour. She won’t admit it, though, as she pulls out the tub of salve and sits behind you. 

Your wings trill as Wednesday moves her fingers through the feathers.

The way you won’t even tell her it tickles anymore. 

“Did you enjoy your day today?” You ask conversationally and Wednesday clenches her jaw.

“No,” she grits out.

“Oh,” you seem surprised at the admittance. There’s a delay and Wednesday knows you’re debating on inquiring further, but you make up your mind. “Why?”

“Why do you think so?” Wednesday asks instead, her voice flat and unimpressed that you’d sink to playing stupid. It was beneath you.

You remain silent.

“I don’t know,” you eventually say, your tone even and unassuming. “Has Xavier finally tried to hug you?”

You’re lightly jesting to avoid the confrontation but Wednesday won’t have it. She applies the salve slowly, knowing full well it was making you antsy. Wednesday was going to drag out tonight so painfully slow, you were going to regret having ever been the reason for Wednesday’s dreadful days. 

“No,” Wednesday answers, “And I doubt he ever will if he wants to live.”

You laugh but it’s not very sincere. “I guess he could always ask Enid to pass along a hug for him.” You’re jesting again but there’s something in your tone that sounds bitter.

Wednesday doesn’t know what to make of the comment, so she ignores it since it’s not like you can see her glare right now.

“You’ve been partnering up with the lanky boy lately,” Wednesday shifts the subject, sounding flat as if it were just a mere observation.

“Henry?” You say confusedly but Wednesday doesn’t confirm or deny. “I mean, I guess,” you shrug.

“Why?” Wednesday demands, asking what she really wants to know.

“I mean,” you say slowly. “Why not? You and I are some of the people with the top grades. It’s obvious we’re adept and Henry needs help.”

“So, why must you be the one to help him?” Wednesday clenches her jaw.

It’s a miracle how gentle she’s still applying the salve despite how uncomfortably irritated she feels. 

“Why? Are you offering to help him instead?” You ask wryly.

“I think if he’s destined to fail, then we should not interfere,” Wednesday bluntly and callously reasons. “Is he not the same boy who first saw you and could barely get a word out, leaving you with such a dull sobriquet?”

“It’s just a class, Wednesday,” you dryly say, awkwardly shifting. 

Wednesday’s jaw is set tightly in place, and she feels utterly humiliated right now.

“I heard you’re joining The Poe Cup race again this year?” You say, changing the subject as the atmosphere was tense. 

Wednesday feels her body relax ever so slightly at the new subject.

“Yes, at Enid’s relentless and piteous begging.”

“Oh,” you say softly.

Wednesday feels uncomfortable and she’s unsure why. 

“Have you considered joining the race?” Wednesday spits out to keep the conversation moving. 

“No,” you answer softly again. “Even though there are no rules preventing sabotage against other teams, Principal Weems and I agreed that my powers would be a very unfair advantage to fight against.”

Wednesday’s curiosity rules over all other emotions. She wants to ask exactly what powers you’re talking about when you suddenly stand up and Wednesday realizes that you could feel when she’s finished applying the salve to the end of your scars. 

“Thanks again for helping me,” you tell her softly as you turn around, making your wings disappear with an uncomfortable grimace. You put your sweater back on and zipped it up. “I have some assignments with my other project partners I have to meet up with. Catch you later?”

Wednesday is left sitting on the floor, seething with rage and defeat as you walk out the room, shutting the door with a resounding, sickening click. 

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Enid returns home from her date with Ajax, feeling joyous and charmed. She immediately spots Wednesday at her desk on her typewriter.

“Hey, Wednesday,” Enid sing-songs. “Did you have a good night?”

“It was fine,” Wednesday says sharply, which has Enid looking over to Thing, who signs to not ask. 

“O-kay,” Enid replies, taking off her jacket before sitting on her bed. 

Wednesday is typing aggressively on her typewriter, each push so hard it sounds punishing. 

“So—”

“Not now, Enid,” Wednesday icily cuts in, continuing to type as if she wanted to break her typewriter. “I need silence.”

Enid doesn’t reply, only letting out a soft sigh as she puts her headphones on and rests in her bed. She opens a magazine and Thing shuffles over to her to look along with her. The sad thing is that Enid can still hear Wednesday aggressively typing, but she ignores it knowing her best friend and roommate needs the time to cool down before attempting to talk.

The only problem is an hour and half passes and Wednesday is still typing as if the typewriter has personally wronged her.

Enid yanks off her headphones, closing her magazine before she slams both down on her bed. She frostily looks at Wednesday.

"Wednesday, this was cute and funny to watch the first two weeks, but now it's getting sad," Enid purses her lips at her roommate. "Stop moping and go fix it. And don’t play stupid, I know you know what I mean."

"Enid," Wednesday says with thinly veiled anger, her typing coming to a stop. "Whatever it was between us has clearly taken a nose-dive and hit solid concrete and died. It was nothing and I'm not affected by—"

"Wednesday!" Enid snaps, and it makes Wednesday close her mouth. Her bright roommate rarely snapped. "Stop dismissing your own feelings."

"I'm not sure what you're—"

"Oh, yes you do," Enid cuts in, and Wednesday wants to remind her that it is a rude habit. "Maybe your big brain hasn't caught on yet, but if you spent time looking at your behaviors and actions of late, you'd be able to get on the same page as the rest of us."

Wednesday frowns, glaring at her roommate, who glares back.

"I implore detective Wednesday to make an appearance and annoyingly obsess over the clues she's given to herself," Enid scrunches her nose. "I'll be at Yoko's and when I'm back, I expect you'll have come to the correct conclusion. I'm taking Thing as well."

Enid doesn't wait for Wednesday's reply as she turns and leaves the room with a resounding click of the door shutting. With her alone in her room, Wednesday initially ignores Enid's words, going back to sit at her desk and placing her fingers on her typewriter, but nothing comes to mind. 

After sitting in frustration for 10 minutes, Wednesday curses her blonde roommate as she contemptuously gets up and goes to lie down on her bed, staring at the ceiling. 

It's almost embarrassingly easy to think back to the beginning. Wednesday remembers seeing you for the first time and thinking nothing of it. It was only two weeks of your friendly smile and greetings, despite having yet to be formally introduced, that she noticed you more. And then she couldn't stop noticing you because you never endeavored to say anything more to her than hello, even though you were diligent in getting to know everyone else. 

Then, it was the slow desire to know every single thing there was about you. Wednesday was still mostly ambivalent about her phone, but she had wanted your number. It was the gruesome butterflies, the discovery of your secret place, and your wings that began to make this year thrilling.

Wednesday had never suffered through so many hypothetical conversations in her head—she had considered admitting herself as a patient to a mental ward rather than being the usual enthused visitor. 

It was easy to admit that, on some level, she thought of you as hers to protect and would carry out any revenge needed. 

But this was normal, wasn't it? Wednesday bargains. This could all be construed as friendship, the same as whatever she had with Enid—just with more curiosity. 

The foundation of that reasoning was pathetically shaky, she knew.

It was the smaller things that Wednesday analyzed. 

Wednesday thought back and reluctantly admitted there were too many times she's felt jealous and sullen because of you. She thinks about how she would take the long way to her class just to bump into you down the halls. 

The way she would ensure her nightly plans were left completely free to spend with you. Quite frankly, Wednesday planned her days around you, and if there was something she could not put off, then she was sure to include you. 

It was coming horrifyingly clear. Wednesday has always told herself she wasn't sure how she felt about you to give herself plausible deniability. But her own actions and behaviors have ratted her out. 

And it was such an outrageous revelation. 

Damn it all. Wednesday Addams was romantically interested in someone. 

How unfortunate. 

The door jiggles before opening, revealing her blonde roommate returning with Thing on her shoulders. Wednesday looks at the time and finds she's been lying in bed for an hour.

"So?" Enid drawls. "Did you figure it out yet?"

"Yes," Wednesday tightly replies, looking at Enid briefly before glaring back at the ceiling.

"And how do you feel?"

"Enraged." 

"Enraged?!" Enid's in disbelief but then sighs. "But of course you'd be."

Wednesday suddenly sits up. It's well past midnight, but she doesn't care.

"Thing," Wednesday writes a quick note, folding it before giving it to Thing. "Go deliver this."

Thing grabs it and scuddles off while Enid stares at her roommate with curiosity. "Are you going to go meet up with her?" Then, excitedly. "Are you going to confess?"

"The only thing I will ever confess to is a murder," Wednesday flatly says. "But yes, I will be meeting up with her and I will make her suffer as I have."

Enid winces, looking doubtful. "Really?"

Wednesday is silent for a moment before she says, "No. But I will be getting to the bottom of this, and I will come out victorious."

Wednesday puts on her boots and sweater.

"Are you sure she'll even meet up with you? What did you say in your note?"

Wednesday grinned wickedly. "I told her to meet me, or I would set fire to her forest until it was nothing but ash."

Enid sighs, turning to get ready for bed. "Good luck."

Wednesday doesn't reply, walking to the door. It is pathetic she's romantically engrossed in someone, but as it happened, she couldn't undo it. 

Therefore, as the object of her affections, she could not allow you to distance yourself without a sound, robust reason. 

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Wednesday makes it to your studio before you do, but she can hear your footsteps heavy with annoyance. 

"What the hell is wrong with you, Wednesday?" She hears you huff. "Why the hell would you send me a note that you're going to burn down—"

"You've been avoiding me," Wednesday turns around and hisses, anger written all over her face. "Why?"

You’re stunned silent, shocked at the sudden confrontation and venomous tone from Wednesday. For a second, Wednesday thinks you won’t answer and turn around to leave, risking your little haven burnt to a crisp.

"I have not," you say slowly, rising to the challenge as you raise your brow at her. "We still see each other every night, don't we?"

"But we don't..." Wednesday pauses. "You don't..."

"What?" You tilt your head. "Spend all my time with you?"

Wednesday remains silent, her blood silently burning inside her. She's so filled with disgruntlement. It's always better to suffer the truth than to be blissfully unaware, but Wednesday wishes this entire realization wasn't her truth. 

"Should I start prioritizing you?" You say with no inflection, but it feels almost malicious. "I'd have never thought Wednesday Addams would demand so much of my time."

Wednesday would never, ever admit that something as silly as words could hurt her. They were just words, and she'd have to care enough to let them affect her. Even Enid's rare spiteful words were more of something she used to reflect on rather than let them dig at her. 

Yet, here she was, clenching her jaw and feeling her throat constrict. 

Wednesday clenches her fist. "This was a mistake." She turns around and starts walking away, feeling violently ill. She only gets a few steps away before you're chasing after her.

"No, Wednesday—wait," you grab her hand, and Wednesday absolutely detests the way it soothes her. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." Your tone is full of regret and sincerity.

Wednesday stands still in her spot a moment longer before she slowly turns back to you. You don't let go of her hand, and she doesn't pull away.

"Then, why?" Wednesday asks, even though she isn't in a position to accuse you, as she's the exact same when lashing out.

"Because..." you let out a deep sigh, holding Wednesday's hand more tightly. "Because I'm jealous."

Wednesday's eyebrows furrow. She is thoroughly at a loss. "Jealous?"

You shrug and then nod. "Jealous, upset, lamenting—whatever you want to call it."

"Of what, exactly?" Wednesday frowns. 

"Enid."

"Enid?" Wednesday is even more confused. "Why would you be envious of Enid?"

"It's not necessarily Enid as a person. I know she's your best friend," you sigh. "It's more of Enid as a concept."

"As a concept?" Wednesday raises her brow, prompting you to continue on.

You stare at Wednesday, studying her entirety with a focus that begins to make Wednesday uncomfortable even if she doesn't show it. 

"Everybody talks about last year," you reveal slowly. "Since I wasn't here, everyone is excited to share last year in detail."

Wednesday nods. Even her group talked about last year's events when you hung out with them from time to time. 

"The only thing I can think about when people talk of it is how different you've become," you say quietly. "Which isn't a bad thing, but I'm very aware of the fact that Enid was a big factor in your change."

Wednesday lets the words soak in, analyzing them before she nods in agreement. "Enid has left an enduring mark on me, and she continues to—do not repeat that to her."

You give Wednesday a wry grin. "Yes, Enid is..." you sigh. "She's warm like the sun—like basking under the rays. I can't blame you because I feel it in her presence too. She's genuine and bold. What you see is what you get, and you can't help but be charmed."

"I would say Enid is more like a fungus that grows on you and you have no choice but to be fond of, but continue on."

Shaking your head with a chuckle, you look at Wednesday, mirroring her impassive eyes. "I'm not like that."

Wednesday raises her brow. "And?"

You swallow, and Wednesday sees something dim behind your eyes. "I will never be warm like the sun, and what I show others will always be different—always a mask. Wednesday, despite you being grim, solemn, and interested in all morbidities, you're enticed by the sun and moved by its warmth." It was such a miserable smile. "And that will never be me."

You drop Wednesday's hand, and there's something so hollowing about it that Wednesday wants to tell you that you're such a fucking moron because the lack of your warmth is upsetting her. 

"Did you fall on your head when I wasn't watching?" Wednesday snaps at you, and you merely stare back at her. She grabs your hand back, almost crushing it to punish you. 

"Basking in the sun is only tolerable when you're sitting under the shade," Wednesday follows your ridiculous metaphors. "I will admit that Enid's warmth has taught me that while I enjoy solitude, it is a choice—not a condemnation."

"I will also admit that Enid has her whims indulged by me more," Wednesday rolls her eyes but looks at you sternly. "But so do you. I could argue I let you get away with more."

"Do I?" You ask with a tilt of your head.

"If anyone consumed my thoughts and put me through such self-pity and suffering as much as you do, I would have already turned them into the next true crime documentary."

You can't help but crack a smile.

Wednesday looks at you, her eyes softening, and she evenly says, "It is easy to adulate the light." Her thumb brushes over the back of your hand. "Show me your darkness."

You squeeze Wednesday's hand gently, and the tension in your fades, your shoulder becoming relaxed.

The anger subsides within Wednesday, quelling as she knows this stupidity is coming to its end and you will no longer be avoiding her. 

It comes to Wednesday suddenly how much emotional labor you put her through, and she's in disbelief that you think you aren't capable of changing her.

"You are..." Wednesday huffs with frustration. "Unpleasant."

You can't help but laugh. "You are, too."

"You already knew that," Wednesday plainly says. "I told you I would devastate you at some point."

"I wouldn't say I'm devastated," you smile amusedly at Wednesday's dramatics. 

"Nevertheless, this is still a mistake."

"And what a grand mistake it would be," you muse. 

"We clearly don't know what we're doing."

"I guess we just have to keep going until we do."

"Quite frankly, even if we do, we will still both needlessly suffer," Wednesday warns.

You hum, drawing Wednesday closer. Wednesday looks a little wary, but she allows your proximity. Her eyebrows are slightly tense as she gazes at you. 

"I heard your mother named you after her favorite poem," you say softly, your hand grazing Wednesday's fingers before you entangle them together. For someone who enjoyed the cold so much, her hands were warm. "Wednesday's child is full of woe."

Wednesday only nods slightly because moving too much would make her lips graze yours. 

The tension is so thick, Wednesday could suffocate in it. How lovely. 

Your lips graze against Wednesday, and she tightens her hands against yours when you pull away. You look at Wednesday's eyes so vehemently, and she experiences opia all over again. 

"But did you know?" 

Wednesday can feel your breath on her face.

"Love is suffering—and we get the honor of enduring its torment."

Your lips press warmly against the corner of Wednesday's mouth, and she finds you're veracious. What torture it is—and Wednesday takes delight in it.

PART 6

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Hi! Any chance you’d be open to writing an angsty Ghost fic? I’ve had the idea that because they’re relationship is secret (both on 141) they give each other 3 taps to say I love you. Somehow the reader gets mortally injured and because they can’t speak they cradle his face in a hand giving him 3 taps. 🥺 I know this is really specific so feel free to change anything if you feel like writing it! :)

A/n: My first request and I love it🥺 I literally do this with my partners!! This is gonna be so cute thank you for the ask!! Please feel free to return!

Warning: Swears, mentions of blood and injury, angst

The moment you knew you loved Ghost was when you were tending to his wounds. It was a rough mission and both of you needed patching up, Ghost insisting you get fixed first. There's no arguing with him when it comes to survival.

He's sitting upright in his desk chair, the moonlight shining through the window. You can see the white of his mask reflecting the light, his eyes are shadowed by his mask.

Your hands barely touch his skin while wrapping a bandage over his cut arm. You're so focused on ensuring the dressing isn't too tight you completely miss his gaze that's locked on you. You tie off the bandage, reaching for some bandaids from his medical kit. He got lucky on this mission, he doesn't need stitches.

Once you finish you unknowingly tap his leg three times, getting to your feet. It doesn't even enter your mind that he might know what something so intimate. From the amount of time you've spent with him you've only known him to be reserved and cocky, you've never seen a soft side to him.

"Any other injuries I should be worried about?" You ask, picking up the first aid kit and closing it. Your eyes finally meet his and your breathing stops. There's something in his eyes that makes you wonder if he somehow knew what you meant when you tapped him.

"No." He responds, his voice raspy from screaming into his com all day. You nod, assuming he'd want you to give him privacy. He usually needs a day to rest after a hard mission, tonight is no different. At least, that's what you think, meanwhile, Ghost is barely holding it together in front of you. "You and Soap goin' out for drinks?" He grumbles, leaning back in his chair, spreading his legs in a relaxed position.

"Probably, I'm not really in the mood but knowing Soap he's gonna drag me down to a bar somewhere." You shrug, placing his medkit on his desk. You're tired and you know alcohol will only add to your pain in the morning, but Soap can convince a grumpy old man to smile.

"I'll join ya." He keeps his tone low, almost uninterested. You're not sure why he's showing interest in spending time with you and Soap. He spent a whole week never leaving your side and he still wants to be around you.

"Whatever you say, LT." You smile, following him to find Soap.

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You think back to that moment, when you secretly confessed your feelings to Ghost. You can't help but laugh at how stupid you were to think the man who knew more about body language than you did about, well, anything. It's a fond memory, the moment Ghost knew he shared those feelings with you.

Even now as you bleed in Ghost's lap, you still smile at the memory. His frightened eyes stare into your slowly dulling ones. You wonder if this is how it all ends if your life story is slowly coming to a close.

"We'll get you patched up and you'll be sent home." Ghost assures you and himself. Your vision is getting blurry and there's darkness creeping in. You want to believe him, the man you love. However, the numbness in your fingers is reminding you that he's wrong. "I know for a fact you'll be hanging this over my head for at least a year." He tries to lighten to mood, but you can't laugh.

You know that he'll blame himself by the end of the day. He'll break everything in sight and then himself. You took the bullet for him, you jumped in front of a loaded gun and got shot. You can't give him a reason as to why other than the fact that after the night out with Soap, he tapped your hand three times before going to bed.

You can tell you only have minutes, maybe just one, before you lose everything. You can barely lift your arm, and shakily reach out to hold Ghost's face. His mask feels so foreign in your hands after months of getting to know his skin.

As silence surrounds you, you force yourself to move your index finger. Tap tap tap.

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❥Perfect Night

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When Kunikuzushi got out of his ratcave to set the table, it was late. You had already done it and were sitting at the table with a radiant smile that annoyed the shit out of him.

Yae was serving the food and his mother was sneering at him with a deadly glare.

"You couldn't do one simple task." she sentenced with a cold voice.

"Don't worry Ei, it was no problem," you said, quickly drawing another smile on your face to calm the waters, rising from your seat to extend your hand to Kuni to beg him to join the table and end the uncomfortable scene.

But when you stood up and he saw you in your beautiful, tight dress, his whole body went pale except for his face, which turned bright red. It was just too much. Too short, too tight, and your cleavage drained the blood of all his bidy to send it to another place.

"A-are you okay??" You asked, worried by his suddenly sick appearance, completely oblivious of the reason.

"My stomach hurts really bad…" he lied with a grunt, putting his hand over said part of his body. The other one stayed mysteriously in one of the pockets of his dark sweatpants "I'll skip dinner." he said and quickly fled back to his den.

He slammed the door shut behind him, fuming with anger.

He was so mad at you for being so beautiful and so fucking compliant. Always the golden girl.

But he was even madder at himself for having a fucking boner over you.

What a pathetic virgin. Simply disgusting! Getting hard at the mere sight of you, like you were finally getting inside his head, fooling him too!

He was grossed out at his reaction. So he threw himself on his desk chair and put on his headphones to discharge his rage onto some poor random on an online game. Yeah, that would relax him and make his boner disappear.

Ei mumbled under her breath, cursing his son, not believing a single word from him, tired of his childish and useless behavior. You and your mother backed him up to calm her down.

"Poor Kuni," you said. Like mother like daughter. Always protecting the peace of that poor home.

You finished eating in harmony and your mom offered to do the dishes since you were leaving for the party.

At 10 pm o' clock, Barbara's dad honked in front of your door with his white church van. And you shivered in anticipation. You were really nervous. But determined to ask Huffman out!

"Have fun sweetie!" Your mom yelled from the kitchen.

"Be careful," Ei said with a solemn voice.

"Bye!" You exclaimed with an excited smile, closing the door behind you.

Barbara and Keqing waved at you from the window.

You jumped into the car and said hi to them. Then you left for the party.

This night was super important. You could feel it in your gut. Something life-changing was going to occur. The party had to be perfect!

At around 2:30 am, you were coming back home with your makeup ruined and your heart broken.

"It's okay, Y/N, he's a total idiot, you'll feel better soon," Keqing said, patting your shoulders to comfort you.

Long story short, Huffman avoided you all night long and when you were determined to face him, you found him kissing another girl. All your hopes were crushed and you felt betrayed and humiliated.

Luckily, you had loyal friends by your side. Even if your friendship was recent, it was already strong. Keqing was especially present, always taking care of you and being the voice of reason. She was like an older sister to you.

After soothing your cries, she called her daddy to pick you up early.

Now he had stopped in front of your house.

"Are you sure you don't want us to stay with you?" She asked with a worried expression.

You shook your head, wiping away your last tears with your wrist, finishing to fully smudge your black mascara.

"It's okay," you sniffed, pulling yourself together. "I need some alone time," you whispered.

"That's healthy," she nodded approvingly with her usual serious look.

Before leaving, you pulled her into a warm hug.

"Thanks for being by my side," you sobbed in the crook of her neck.

At first, she was a bit shocked at your action but she quickly hugged you back, moved.

"That's what friends are for," she said, her firm hands giving you some sense of security.

You said thanks and goodbyes and you stepped off the car to walk to your doorstep.

You reached for your keys inside your purse and opened the door. You waved a last goodbye to Keqing and her daddy, before closing it behind you. You kinda didn't recognize him but you didn't care, you were too lost in your painful emotions.

The house was in complete silence when you entered. That gave you some peace. You didn't want your family to see you like that. To get worried over something so trivial.

Yeah, it was so trivial but it hurt like hell.

You went to the bathroom to take your makeup off. Then got taken aback by your battered reflection in the mirror. You looked like a dejected raccoon, with all your mascara smudged all over your reddened face.

You had been crying a lot.

Right then, you felt so lonely.

Despite having this little assembled family, you had to give your everything every day to keep it all together. And both Kuni and Ei were so distant and cold.

Your mom was an angel and you loved her deeply. But you felt you couldn't tell her about these feelings you had. That would only worry her.

Despite remaining friends, you felt really lonely when you broke up with Guy, because it felt like you weren't really a part of his family like you had thought. He never called you again.

So you were happy and thankful for having met such good friends at this school. They were so nice you couldn't believe it. Especially Keqing. Having her by your side, backing you up, and supporting you made you feel you weren't completely alone. Made you feel safe and loved by true friends.

That gave you strength. They would help you get over these nasty feelings, you were sure. But that would take time.

You went to your room to put on a night dress and then got inside your bed, still sobbing a little bit. You wanted to sleep it off.

You still felt down. It was like the little pieces of your broken heart were stinging the inside of your chest. It was so unfair. It made no sense! What was going on inside Huffman's mind??

You thought he was your friend! He was clearly flirting with you! He kissed you, he had sex with you for archon's sake!

Was that it?! Your sadness suddenly became anger. Was that why he stopped talking to you? Because he just wanted sex and now he had no interest in you?! If that was it, he was a complete jerk.

And you thought he was a nice guy! Damn him, you should have never given such a popular guy a chance!

You gritted your teeth. If he was that kind of guy, then he didn't deserve you shedding more tears for him.

Well, that was easy to say but not to do. You felt like shit for being treated so poorly. Luckily the anger took away your need to cry. But it also made you remember how needy and unsatisfied you were…

You rubbed your thighs together under the sheets, your clit begged to feel some friction.

It wouldn't hurt to touch yourself to alleviate that thirst you had been holding for such a long time. That would help you sleep. Yeah, you had been working so hard lately, you deserved some rest.

So you put on your headphones and started some boyfriend ASMR and moved one of your hands to one of your breasts and the other one down your body until slipping it inside your panties. You started to search for the spots that made you feel good. 

Everything was marching right, except for the fact that you didn't quite know yet what to think about to further stimulate yourself. You would only think of Huffman again over your dead body! Guy? So boring! You kept browsing through your brain trying to find a handsome man, someone you would like his hands to be in the place of yours right then. It didn't need to be someone from the school, it could be an actor, an idol, someone you saw on tv…

Your finger suddenly stopped over your eager clit when you discovered yourself thinking about the guy next room again. You felt a sudden wave of heat take over your body. It was half dark in your room, but you were sure your whole body was fire red. You were ashamed, so ashamed of being thinking about Kuni. Again.

Your breath hitched. Did you really want his cold, scratchy hands all over your body, touching your sensitive spots and flicking your buds with the pads of his pale fingers?

Well, maybe? Because upon thinking about it your whole body trembled with a soft tickle. Your mind disagreed, but you gave it a chance. Fantasizing about it didn't mean you wanted it in real life, right? That's what you told yourself. Doing it with Kuni was impossible, not only because your mom was madly in love with his but also because he was really mean.

You had always been too benevolent with him, always the only one in the world who insisted that he was a nice person under that prickly exterior. And you really meant it. But that didn't mean you would go out with him if he kept being such an asshole. Of course not. You didn't let Huffman step all over you, you wouldn't let Kuni either. Or anyone, for that matter!

Yeah, that was it, masturbating to Kuni didn't mean you wanted him for real. He had a terrible attitude. But it was just his beautiful body you were feasting upon in your mind. His lean figure, his handsome face, his attractive voice…

You imagined his voice saying hot things that would never cross his virgin mind in real life, and his rough hands all worn down by playing videogames but never touching a woman’s body pushing all the right buttons to make your folds melt and clench around nothing, urging you to kick the panties away.

Dang, it worked like magic.

You started to lightly shake the bed as you approached your orgasm, moving your legs along to accompany the movements of your masturbation. You had to kick the covers away because the heat was insufferable. You even slid a finger inside your folds, then two, then you wondered how much Kuni would be packing down there and how it would feel if he put it inside of you, and then the release was right around the corner…

Meanwhile, the door at the end of the corridor opened and Kunikuzushi got out of his cave to go to the bathroom. When he arrived at said place, his face contorted and his eye twitched upon seeing your stunning short dress thrown onto the tiled floor.

"So she's back??" He thought, irritated.

And he became furious when he realized he had a boner because of you again. Because of your fucking tight dress. He cursed you under his breath and it took all of his self-control to refrain from picking up your dress and ripping it out of pure anger. He opened the running water and washed his face, trying to calm down. He contemplated his reflection in the mirror with disgust.

He looked at himself in the eyes, with hatred for being so weak, for almost falling for your dirty charms. 

The truth was that when you had arrived, you were too sad to realize you had left the dress on the floor and the door to your bedroom a little bit open, but in his paranoid mind he was sure you had done it on purpose to provoke him.

So he decided it was time to put a stop to your disrespect and to say something. Out of anger, he finally decided. He would pick up your disgustingly sexy dress and throw it at your face and scold you for leaving your things all over the place.

But first, he had to calm down his blush and his boner or he would look utterly pathetic. 

It took a lot of cold water down his face until he could calm down and get his dick soft enough to be able to pee and wash his hands and face all over again to prepare himself to confront you but he finally made it.

He took the dress harshly in one fist and stepped out of the bathroom courageously, ready to assert his dominance over you. It was the first time he would do it with you the same way he did with everyone else: aggressively. So he was excited, cocky, eager…

Until he entered your room and caught you masturbating. And not only that, but in a very heated way. 

He got completely paralyzed, stiff from head to toe his cock especially. His already pale skin went almost transparent, except of course for his poor cheeks. 

He couldn't believe his eyes. With the light that entered the room from the hallway, they witnessed, open wide, as your cute little nightdress was pulled over your waist, leaving your pussy on full display for him to see from where he was standing by the door.

He gulped down unconsciously. He couldn't believe just how beautiful it was. All swollen from arousal, so incredibly wet! And you were giving him no rest, rubbing circles on the clit with one hand and sticking two fingers inside with the other, pulling them in and out but also stopping to shove them as deep as possible, insisting on that sweet perfect spot…

He couldn't even think about his raging boner, his heart was thumping so hard it felt like it was about to jump out of his chest. He just couldn't seem to decide what to stare at. If your beautiful face, contorted in an expression of pleasure, your plush breasts barely covered by the dress, your hard nipples pushing against the cloth, or then again your breath-taking pussy.

It was just too wet. Damn too wet. His heart was ringing in his ears wondering what on earth could have turned you on so hard as to get so damn wet and have so much fun with yourself.

Luckily or unluckily, by mere coincidence the most unexpected answer fell off your lips with the lewdest moan he had ever heard not that he had heard any in real life but anyway it was very lewd:

"K-kuni…" you panted as you finally reached your orgasm, your eyes pressed shut as you got lost in your feeling of pleasure. Yeah not only your body was feeling amazing by your knowledge of how to touch yourself, but your little fantasy about Kuni being all nice and hot with you, ramming his cock inside of you just the way you told him, made your heart race and your toes curl.

This was just too much. More than he could handle. Again, luckily or unluckily for him, his phone vibrated and he desperately tried to shut it, terrified that the sound would make you realize his presence.

There was no option, he had to escape.

And so he did, he ran faster than ever in his life, straight to his room for a feeling of safety. He locked himself in, covering his mouth with a trembling hand as he fell with his back against the door until he sat on the floor.

It took him several minutes to normalize his breath and process what just had happened. The outrageous situation he had just witnessed, of you shamelessly masturbating to him and even having the nerve to moan his name. He simply couldn’t believe it. That your pussy looking so drenched and delicious was inspired by him.

His heart was still thumping hard. Did you notice him? Did you see him? Did you hear the sound of his phone and his footsteps and opened your heavy eyes and saw him as he escaped like the coward he was?

He wanted to slam his face against the wall. This could have been the best chance of his life, knowing that his enemy had a thing for him. He could have exploited it. But what if you saw him? If you did you could accuse him of being a total pervert over what was an unfortunate misunderstanding.

That would be his ruin. There had to be something he could do.

Chasing his last hope, he gathered all his courage to open his door and peek to see if yours was still open. He gulped down. It was. Maybe you didn’t hear or see anything? He sighed, trying to calm down. He would have to wait until the following day and analyze your attitude to determine if you did. He looked at his hands, which were still trembling from the shock, still trying to figure out if all had been real.

When doing so, he realized that in his clenched fist, he was still holding your dress, the reason for all this fucking disaster.

And the first thing he reached out to do in his soporiferous state of craziness was to take it up to his nose and smell it.

He closed his eyes and gave it a deep sniff and all the subtleties of your fragrance reached the deepest of his being. That calmed him down a bit. He held the cloth tighter and his knees pressed together. The image of your precious pussy glistening in the gloomy room and your yearning face got back to his memory. Your lips looked so kissable. He let out all the air in his lungs abruptly, so hot it made a little cloud of vapor in the cold air of his ratcave.

He got up, dress still in his hand, locked himself in his room so as not to end up just like you, and hid in his bed.

He just couldn't think reasonably because the soothing feeling that your smell and the memories of your lewd display had made his other hand wander slowly to his boxers.

If you had realized or not, that had to wait until next morning. Right now, This should have been the most prideful night of his life. 

He just couldn't believe it. He knew he had good looks and he had told himself that the girls at school probably got off thinking about him despite them saying they hated him for his awful personality. But he didn't believe it for one second! Actually witnessing a girl touch herself thinking about him, and making it unmistakable by moaning his name so sensually…and not any girl, it was you.

Even though he hated himself for feeling like that, he still thought you were the most beautiful. And after getting to witness just how angelic your voice sounded moaning his name, a life without hearing it again sounded like doom.

He couldn't help but imagine your voice moaning his name again and again, begging him to do the lewdest things to you. To imagine how it would feel to touch and lick your pussy in such an aroused and drenched state.

And he couldn't help but to put his hand around the base and stroke his cock, the one you were fantasizing was inside of you instead of those fingers you stuck inside your soaked pussy. The one you were wondering about its size, width, feeling against your skin.

It was there, at the other side of the wall. He was stroking it at an increasing speed as he inhaled your smell from the dress he kept close to his lips.

The same dress you had worn to impress another man. One who deserted you and broke your heart like you were nothing.

The same dress that had made him so mad, but also unable to keep hiding to himself that he desired you deeply. It made him want you and no other. Even if he hated you, he needed you crazily.

So he imagined he could have you as he masturbated, thinking a bit that you owed it to him. If you could shamelessly get your pussy that swollen and red and have such a good time at his expense, then he could jerk himself off to death fantasizing he could have you too.

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Art by @miruko40393 on twitter.

This is truly the exact face Kuni had after doing what he did, feeling awful with himself.

Author's Note: OMG I can't believe I finally finished it 😭 I hope you like it cuz I put my all into this one 🥲 I'll start next chap when I finish a spin-off of this story that was requested to me, which is on the making 👀 So sad cuz I started uni again but that doesn't mean I'll stop writing! I'm working on finishing these projects!

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THE PICS OF WILLY WITH THE KIDS WHY CAN I SEE HIS SMILE EVEN WITH A MASK ON IM DEAD!!

How can you look at those pics and want to trade Princess Diana reincarnated…I want him biblically, if I was his partner and saw those I’d be ready on my knees for him when he got home ready to have some baby making practice🥲

Darling, I can practically hear my own ovaries clapping 🥺❤️ I mean, yes! 😍 in a way, I'm actually conflicted by him - I mean, he still seems rather boyish, and you know that insanely charming lover-boy smirk that makes your downstairs lose all control - yet, there's just something about him that screams baby-daddy 😅🫠

Small warning of language (I think...)

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A small bump

"Hey y/n!" Axton called out as he shouted down the halls of the Scotiabank Arena.

"Hurry up, we don't want to be late," Jace added.

"Yeah, coming!" you exclaimed cheerfully, following the enthusiastic young boys closely.

"There you are," Aryne said as you, Jace, and Axton caught up to the group of wives and girlfriends of the Toronto Maple Leafs.

"Sorry, took a bit longer. Turns out I'm rubbish at mini hockey and had to do five push-ups as a punishment," you chuckled, explaining the outcome of the game you’d played with the boys before the hockey match tonight.

"Maybe you just need more practice," Axton sweetly suggested as he settled into his seat. "That's what Daddy always says."

The sweet little boy beamed at you.

"Well, he's probably right about that," you replied with a smile to the youngest of the two, before all of you focused on the ice where the players were about to warm up.

However, the match didn’t start off too well.

The Bruins took the lead halfway through the first period, and then scored a second goal just 8 minutes into the second.

But the Leafs fought back strongly. Matthews scored the team's first goal, and just two minutes into the third period, Domi levelled the score 2-2.

Time passed, and despite the Leafs’ impressive comeback, the Bruins struck back and took the lead once again 10 minutes later.

However, just when everyone believed the Leafs were finished, Matthews pulled off the unexpected and scored, levelling the score once more, just 8 seconds before the final buzzer.

Despite the Leafs' incredible comeback, the Bruins came back even stronger. After nearly five hard-fought minutes, they clinched the game in overtime, ending it 4-3.

The corridors were filled with light chatter as everyone awaited the players' emergence from the locker room. That was, until Jace, Ashton, and some of the other kids started playing mini hockey and suddenly shouted out loud.

"Mooom!" Jace's voice echoed through the halls.

"Oh, shit," Aryne murmured. "I wonder what they've done now…" She sighed deeply, glancing at you with the newest addition to their family in her arms.

"Do you want me to go and check on them?" you offered a sweet smile, well aware of the boys' tendencies that might lead to a disagreement.

"Oh, no, one of them started crying... But maybe you could hold her while I go and check?" Aryne suggested with a concerned expression, and you eagerly nodded in response.

The newest Tavares member was absolutely adorable, and you couldn't help but smile as you cradled the baby snugly in your arms, ensuring she was secure in her comfortable blanket and protective headphones to shield her from the noise.

And just as you hugged and gently swayed to keep the baby calm, William emerged from the locker room, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of you.

**

You and William had been together for a couple of years now. And initially, your relationship was actually just all fun; a rebound from your previous relationship to be exact.

However, there was something about William that kept drawing you back to him. And he simply cherished having someone he could always rely on and spend time with.

At first, it was all casual, no-strings-attached sex - meeting up after a game or when he returned from a road trip. But then it evolved; you started spending the night, then several days, and eventually ended up staying at his place even when he was away.

And this routine continued for several months until William's teammates encouraged him to bring you to a match. So, he did, leading to his teammates then noticing the chemistry between you. And soon after, he had to acknowledge that there might just indeed be something deeper between you two.

Since then, your relationship had been absolutely fantastic. You had so much fun together, trusting each other and feeling completely at ease in one another's company.

To put it mildly, William had fallen harder than he ever anticipated, and now he couldn't imagine letting you go.

However, despite the wonderful connection you shared, there were serious topics that didn’t come easily. Moving in together was one of them. It wasn't until after you’d met his parents and they’d pointed out how strange it was for you to pay rent when you practically lived at William's place.

And another one was the future.

William just didn’t speak much about it. At times, you even wondered if it was because he didn't envision a future with you or if he simply didn't think that far ahead. And as it turned out, it was more the latter.

William enjoyed living in the moment, which for now, meant focusing on his career and having you by his side.

So, you brushed aside any concerns about the future and focused on the present.

However, when William saw you holding little baby Tavares, something did stir within him. The sight of you with a baby, wearing a wide smile on your beautiful face, sparked an unfamiliar feeling. As he slowly walked towards you, a smile appeared on his lips, and he couldn’t help but imagine how it might be if one day that baby was yours and his.

"Hey," you smiled at him as he approached. "Ready to leave?"

William nodded.

"I just need to wait for Aryne to come back and take her," you said, meeting William's gaze for a moment. "What?" you chuckled lightly, noticing a different expression on his usually smug face.

"Nothing," he simply smiled and shrugged before Aryne came over to take the little one back into her arms.

"Thank you, y/n... You're a natural," she smiled at you before you bid your farewells and left the arena.

However, the image of you with the baby lingered in William's mind for the rest of the evening. It was a new vision he hadn't considered before, but there was something about it that felt just right.

You, however, didn't dwell much on it. You had a great relationship with the Tavares family, enjoyed spending time with the boys you occasionally babysat, but that was the extent of it. You didn't think it was something William would dwell on, so why should you?

**

On the following day, the topic of children continued as the Maple Leafs players were invited to meet with the SickKids of Toronto.

It was a tradition for the team, and after not being able to do it since 2019 due to the pandemic, they were all eagerly looking forward to it.

For the players, it meant a lot to give back to the community - whether through financial donations or simply being present as role models, it brought them immense joy nonetheless.

And that day was filled with nothing but happiness – as much as possible, of course. As William walked into the room to greet the children, wearing his jersey, and seeing their faces light up with excitement, it meant the world to him. Being part of an event that spread so much joy to children who faced constant struggles meant everything.

The atmosphere buzzed with laughter as the players interacted with the children, sitting down to create homemade friendship bracelets. Some of the kids crafted bracelets spelling out names like "Felix" for Auston, and they all took selfies together, sharing their stories. These heartfelt moments simply struck a chord with everyone.

Throughout the day, the media team made sure to capture these touching moments. And when the day ended and the players bid goodbye to the young ones, they were all deeply moved, though they didn't show it openly because of their tough-guy image.

But once they were all back home, things were different.

"Hey, baby, how was your day?" you asked as your boyfriend entered the condo.

He wore a soft but slightly sorrowful expression as he joined you in the kitchen where you were by the stove. William moved gently, wrapping his arms around you, and resting his head on your shoulder before placing a tender kiss on the crook of your neck.

"Emotional," he simply replied. Feeling his body leaning into yours, signalling his need for softness and intimacy tonight, you turned your head slightly and met him in a gentle kiss.

"Well, I made one of your favourite meals," you spoke softly, prompting him to glance over your shoulder at the dish you were preparing. Swedish meatballs and mashed potatoes with gravy and lingonberry. "Thought it might be an emotional day for you guys, so..." you offered a sweet smile.

"Have I ever told you that you're an amazing girlfriend?" William remarked, nudging you gently as he kept his arms around you while you finished preparing the meal.

"Um, no, in fact, you should tell me more often," you chuckled.

Then with laughter and smiles, you both set the dinner table and prepared to enjoy the delicious meal together.

But during the meal, you couldn't ignore William's subdued silence.

"Hey, what's on your mind?" you softly asked as you both neared the end of the meal. "Talk to me, Willy…"

"Just thinking… about those kids," William spoke almost in a whisper. "They don't deserve this... But they have no choice. They deal with these struggles every day. I mean, what if it was our kid?"

His question caught you off guard. What if it was our kid?

Our kid...

It echoed in your mind before William interrupted your thoughts.

"Are you okay?" he chuckled slightly, noticing your stunned expression.

"Huh… oh yeah, sure," you offered him a sweet smile. "I just..." You hesitated, unsure whether you should explore the topic further. But William was already on to you.

"Talk to me, y/n/n," he gently urged, repeating your own words.

"I just wasn't sure if you'd thought about... that."

"About what... kids?" William chuckled lightly, and you nodded, looking down at your plate, softly fiddling with the last meatball. "Well, maybe I haven't thought about it much... But after seeing you with Johnny's children yesterday and I’ve been spending time with those kids today, it did make me think things," William added with a chuckle. "Also, I come from a big family – and I know my mom would love to have grandchildren one day, so... I don’t think it's too crazy to consider."

His voice was tender, prompting you to look up and search his eyes, hanging onto every word.

"Me neither," you softly spoke, flashing him another sweet smile. "So, maybe it's in the cards?"

And William couldn’t contain his excitement either. "One day, maybe… yes," he simply replied, before both of you finished your dinners, smiles lighting up your faces.

For the rest of the evening, everything between you was soft and tender.

Thoughts about finally opening up that conversation about the future, went thought your minds, and as you both went to bed together, you fell asleep with smiles on your faces, envisioning a family together in the future.

**

The following morning, the images of a future family with William still lingered in the back of your mind. Despite trying to push them aside while getting ready for work, it wasn't easy to ignore.

What made it even more challenging was when the Toronto Maple Leafs' media team posted photos from yesterday's meeting with the SickKids.

Sitting at your desk, you scrolled through the photos and watched the short video of the guys interacting with the children. And it touched your heart deeply. Seeing the lads engaging with the kids, their smiles evident even behind face masks, hit harder than expected.

Especially the pictures of your boyfriend.

The way he connected with them, showing so much love and care, made your heart skip a beat. You could almost feel a flutter in your lower stomach.

"Shit," you softly mumbled to yourself, trying to calm your beating vagina, as you kept looking through the pictures.

It was in that very moment, you became surer than ever that one day, you wanted nothing more than for William to be the father of your children.

Imagining little versions of him running around, with his blond hair and blue eyes mixed with your own genes, causing as much mischief and noise as he’d done with his siblings.

Holidays and vacations spent together as a family, with extended family joining in to celebrate festivities; that was your biggest wish for the future.

So naturally, throughout the workday, your mind lingered on thoughts of your incredible relationship with the love of your life, especially now that you'd shared your thoughts about the future. It simply all felt so perfect.

And later in the evening, as William returned home from an afternoon training session, you had subtly decorated the condo to set a romantic mood. He immediately noticed the candlelit ambiance throughout the living room but was more captivated by something else: you.

Clad in your finest lingerie, wearing a seductive smirk, you stood in the doorway, your gaze fixed on him.

William couldn't help but chuckle lightly as he approached you, his hands gently finding your waist as he drew you close.

"So, is this what I get for mentioning kids?" he smirked, his touch gentle yet firm against your body.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling his face down just slightly. "Perhaps," you chuckled. "Well, at least the practicing part – you know, before we're ready," you winked playfully.

"Hmm, well, it's good to practice really hard," William replied before connecting his lips with yours, allowing a soft exchange before lifting you up and carrying you to the bedroom for your own private 'bedsheet training session.'

#my asks #william nylander imagine #toronto maple leafs imagine #wn88 imagine #nhl hockey imagine

[lefthandedhotch]

screams and cries over HIMMMMMMMM🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

babyyyyyyy🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰💞💞💞💞💞💞💞 im in love with him so BAD!!!!

(also hello linny-winny🥺🥰💞 i luv uuuuuuu🥰💞💞)

screams about you and aaron being so silly!!!! while setting up a nursery <3 aaron being just as silly and sweet as he was when haley was pregnant with jack :')) the team are helping you two move into your new little home since the apartment was too tiny for a new baby addition and they are FLOORED everytime hotch cracks a joke or when he snorts (!!!) at a silly name suggestion you give him🤭🤭🤭 they have a hard time even getting him to smile more than a :| so hearing him full out Laugh is a treat that they're all loving so much🥰🥰🥺🥺🥺 because he deserves it🥰 this sweet sweet happiness that is rubbing your baby bump and kissing your head as jack whispers so many silly things to his baby sister🥰🥰🥰🥰 the next night is your first official night in your new home with your husband and your little boy and your baby on the way, you just cant help but get emotional🥺🥺🥺🥺 you're getting snuggly in bed waiting for aaron with a tiny jack bug already asleep in your new big bed and you cant help but start to weep🥺🥺🥺🥺 aaron comes in and Immediately worries over you (definitely Not helping how much you love him😭😭) but he relaxes when you tell him that you're crying happy tears :')))) after you and jack have fallen asleep, aaron falls asleep too and is also feeling some happy tears coming up because he never thought he'd get a second chance to happiness like this again🥺🥺 but he did!!!!!

SOBSSSSSSSS HIS PRETTY SWEET FACE 🥺🥰🥰🥰😩😩😩😩😩🥹🥹🥹🥹💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 i wanna kiss him all day i love him so bad :((((((

(and hiiiiiiiiiii jess-jess 🤭🥹💕💗🥰 i luv uuuuuuuuuuuuu sm 🥰🥰🥰🥰💕💕💕💕)

you woke aaron up Early early (like even earlier than he normally gets up) because lil baby girl was kicking and you just couldn’t sleep any longer, but aaron doesn’t mind because it means that he gets some extra snuggle time in bed with you before jackers comes skipping into the room and you guys have to start getting ready to go to the new house and get baby girl’s room ready 🥰🥰🥰🥰💕 you Adore how much aaron fussed over you while you guys work on the nursery, and that even as he’s working sooooo so hard with the team to get everything ready, he’s still smiling with you and laughing at your silly jokes and name suggestions (especially when you Swear that you’re gonna name the baby derek because she kicked against your hand when you suggested it 🤭🤭🤭💗) and the team is just so 😧 the whole day seeing their grumpy gills boss be so easygoing and Happy the whole day 🥺🥺🥺 they even get to see that when he and jack grin next to each other they’re Identical!!!! which is something you have always told them but they’ve never believed because they’ve never seen it!!!!!!🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

your first night in the house, you’re all snuggled in bed with jack snoozing all curled up next to you after having fallen asleep while telling his baby sis a story, and you can’t believe that this is all really happening :( you’re in the sweetest little family home with your aaron and your kids and it’s everything you’ve ever wanted :( so you can’t help but cry!!!!!!! hehehehe of course the pregnancy hormones Definitely don’t help with that 🤭 aaron hears you sniffling from the bathroom and he hustles to finish brushing his teeth before he rushes out to help you and he immediately wipes your tears and murmurs “what’s wrong, honey?” which just makes you even more weepy because your darling darling aaron is so sweet 🥺 and he loves you so much 🥺 and you could tell him Anything was wrong and he would do anything in the world to make it right for you 🥺🥺🥺🥺 and when you finally drift off after sniffling to aaron about how happy you are and how you can’t wait for your little girl to get there and join the Big Big family you and aaron have created together, aaron kisses your forehead with a sweet lil smile and just lets himself get all misty thinking about everything that’s led him to this moment, to this amazing wonderful night with his little family in your big new bed in your sweet lil house for the first time waiting for your baby girl and how he never ever thought he could be This happy and feel this much love in his whole life 🥺 and when he wakes up the next morning to find you sitting up in bed with a groggy jackers pressing his ear to your belly as you laugh that his lil sis can’t talk yet! but he’s sure she’s telling him about her dreams 🥰 and aaron’s heart just absolutely Skips a beat because he knows that all his mornings will look like this from now on and he can’t wait 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰💗💗💗💗💗💗💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥰🥰🥰🥰🥺🥺🥺

#jess! #SOBBING! #SCREAMING! #the team is Flabbergasted seeing aaron be so soft and giggly #but neither you nor jack is phased because!!!! this is how your aaron is at home All The Time! #he’s your silly sweet handsome man :( #and he’s so happy to take care of you and his lil hotchners :( #aaron.hotchner #.hotch #cw pregnancy #aaron hotchner x reader

[waratah-moon]

Eddie x cheerleader! The reader wanted Eddie to come to Watch her practice but his drug deal went little behind but he tries to make it up! And she says "your Lucky your hot"

11. "You're lucky you're hot." omg... my normally sweet cheerleader!reader has grown some sass. 🎂 other bday drabbles 🎂 masterlist / send me a message

Eddie always kept his promises. Or he had until today.

You had asked him this morning to come to practice after school today as you'd been practicing your tumbling routine and wanted to show him how all that hard work had paid off. He told you he'd be there. He promised.

At lunch you reminded him again. "You're coming to practice, right?"

"'course, baby girl. Wouldn't miss it for the world," he pulled you onto his lap, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"You're going to cheer practice? Are you even allowed?" Gareth asked, averting his gaze from the PDA going on between the couple.

"My girlfriend's the cheer captain, I can do whatever I want."

"Co-cheer captain, Eds."

"You're still one of the bosses. And I can't wait to see you kick everyone else's asses."

"Not how it works but thanks for the sentiment," you kissed his cheek and pointed at his apple. "Eat your fruit."

But cheer practice finally came, and he was nowhere to be seen. You figured he was just running late, and it was fine. You had to warm up anyway. Once you'd warmed up, you ran through the main routine a few times, making sure everyone was hitting their correct marks. When it came time to practice tumbles, it was clear Eddie wasn't coming.

You took your frustration out with flips and handsprings. After the first run through, your team mates clapped and cheered. Jessica said your finishes looked a lot cleaner than last time and Chrissy agreed that your double twist was looking tight. You ran through the combination four more times and when you had finally worn yourself out, you sat down on the mat to help the coach critique your team mates.

Practice was finishing in five minutes, and you were collecting your things when Eddie finally snuck his way through the gym doors. He spotted you almost immediately, an apologetic look on his face.

"Baby girl I'm so sorry."

"Sorry about what?" You feigned ignorance, pulling your cheer cardigan over your shoulders.

"I said I'd be here and I wasn't."

"You promised you'd be here, Eds. Promised."

"I know baby girl and I'm so sorry, I tried to get here, I really did but-"

"But what? What could of possibly been more important than showing up when I asked you so many times?"

"I was..." His voice dropped off into a whisper. "I kind of had this thing with O'Donovan."

Your eyes narrowed, and you whispered back, infusing as much annoyance into your words as you could. "You blew me off to deal drugs?"

"Like I said, I'm so sorry sweetheart. I thought it was going to be quick but then he went on and on about how his grandma's been sick and he just wouldn't shut up."

You could see how truly sorry he was from his pouty lips and wide eyes. "You really tried to be here?"

"I really did, baby girl. I know how important this was to you," you let him grab you by the hips and pull you against his body.

You sighed, "you're lucky you're hot."

"I'll make it up to you I promise."

"Oh believe me, you'll be making it up to me for a while."

- And with that, I've cleared my inbox of cheerleader!reader requests 🥺 kinda sad about it tbh... as always u can request more of her and Eddie, I really do love them! Next up we have rockstar!eddie and some joe quinn requests (and lots of other stuff in the pipeline too) Was it clear by this that all I know about cheerleading comes from the first season of Cheer on netflix?

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#waratah-moon's birthday 2023 #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #cheerleader!reader #maggie writes #eddie munson fanfic

[fabled-lady-twilla]

Hi, I'm Twilla and I'm currently in the process of writing a ShigaDeku Dystopia/Soulmate AU fic that no one, and I mean literally NO ONE, asked for! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Why do I always join fandoms late and why do I always somehow end up loving/shipping the rarepairs in fandoms that barely anyone likes or wants to read about lmao? 🥺👉👈

I just finished reading the latest manga chapter, watched all six seasons, and binged all three movies. I am absolutely BURSTING with ideas of where I want this story to go. I want to at least post the first chapter by the time ShigaDeku Week 2024 is here next month. :)

In my fic timeline, the MHA canon story line doesn't happen until Class 1-A's third year, and since my story is set six years after their graduation, most of the main characters are in their mid to late twenties. My story starts after the Quirk Affliction, a strange illness that begins killing off Quirk-users all around to world, resulting in a massive a death toll that causes civilized society to collapse.

Anyways, here's the general synopsis:

The Final War was over before it had even begun. With the onset of the Quirk Affliction, a mysterious illness that disproportionately targeted the Quirks of heroes over the Quirks of villains, the world was left defenseless as it plunged into a new era of chaos and devastation.

It’s been six years since the onset of the Affliction and the death of All Might. Six years since the world’s heroes, and the society they desperately fought to protect, crumbled into dust in Shigaraki Tomura’s hands.

From the ashes of this destruction, Japan’s new regime was born. The country was split into three territories, each with its own Grand Commander, united in nothing save for one singular rule: life for those who submit, and death for those who do not.

As Grand Commander of the largest and most plentiful of Japan’s territories, Shigaraki has lived the last six years reaping the fruits of his labors and taking pride in helping his Sensei accomplish his dream. But as of late, Tomura has been having strange dreams of his own: hazy memories of an abandoned park, of blooming wisteria trees, of laughter and freckles and forest green eyes.

Midoriya Izuku, now Quirkless due to the Affliction, has not stopped his pursuit of helping others, despite the world — and everything in it — turning itself upside down. Izuku dreams of a brighter future, and strangely enough, dreams of his long-lost childhood friend, Shimura Tenko.

The same Tenko that Izuku had unknowingly befriended as a young boy. The same Tenko who’d stopped him from jumping off the rooftop all those years ago. The same Tenko that, Izuku realized with horror, was now the monster known as Shigaraki Tomura.

Unfortunately, Izuku learns all too late that having a Soulbond with the King of Villains comes with a heavy cost. Shigaraki seems hell-bent on keeping Izuku as close to him as possible, believing Izuku to be his Soulmate, and thus, Shigaraki’s only true weakness, stirring up an ill-fated romance that neither has prepared themselves for.

As a new calamity encroaches upon them in the form of a mad man attempting to become a god, the heroes and villains must find a way to work together and solve the mystery of the Affliction before it destroys the world and everything they hold dear.

✨ P l e a s e ✨ let me know if you're interested in hearing about this by either, liking, reblogging, or sending me a PM. I'm working really hard to get the first chapter of this out by ShigaDeku Week 2024 in May!

Thank you so much for reading. 💚💚💚

#shigadeku #tomudeku #shigaizu #vigilante deku #mha fanfiction #shigadeku fanfiction #tomudeku fanfiction #shimura tenko fanfiction #midoriya izuku fanfiction #mha rarepairs #shigaraki tomura fanfiction #league of villains #league of villains fanfiction #shigadeku ao3 #bnha fanfiction #mha ao3 #bnha ao3 #shigadeku week 2024 #shigadeku week #mha soulmates #mha vigilantes #twilla speaks

[luaspersona]

fic teaser | kim taehyung

pairing ↠ himbo!taehyung x reader (f. reader) genre ↠ college!au; holiday!au; smut; one-shot; humor summary ↠ after making some terrible memories together, Taehyung wants nothing more than to never see you again; and he was pretty much succeeding until — after a minor accident — he finds himself having to spend Christmas alone with you in the middle of nowhere. rating ↠ +18 teaser warnings ↠ nothing explicit; profanity; nudity; mentions of sex; mentions of bondage; mentions of puking.

complete work warnings (full warnings on the post) ⇝ alcohol consumption; sexual tension; religious jokes; minor accident; very minor parent issues; second hand embarrassment; pov switch; explicit smut: masturbation, orgasm denial and control, edging, dirty talk, pet names, soft dom!taehyung, switch!reader, fingering, oral (f. and m. receiving), unprotected sex, praise kink, light spanking, a splash of degradation, begging; overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, creampie, rough sex, aftercare.

release date ↠ released. teaser word count ↠ 0.8k estimated reading time ↠ 2 minutes

note ↠ so i had the idea to write a holiday!au for tae’s birthday around three weeks ago and just now finished the outline lol 🤡 i’m still working on it, but i decided to drop a little something so you can have a taste! the teaser happens a couple months before the actual fanfic, so it’s not christmas here yet lol sorry, i promise i’ll plan better the next time (i probably won’t tho). note² ↠ wanna thank @imakeamess for the BEAUTIFUL BANNER, i know i was all over the place but you were able to create the most amazing art for me, so thank you once again🥺 note³ ↠ special thanks to @uarmymoonlight for helping me come up with the story and patiently listening to me rambling about this fic nonstop, i love you! and @vsualitae for helping me find inspiration and letting me spam his dms with this lol note⁴ ↠ also, merry christmas for those who celebrate and happy holidays! hope you all have an amazing year ending and an even better new year🎄

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When Taehyung was eighteen years old, he told a slightly less experienced Jungkook that girls have a secret sweet spot on the back of their knees.

Yeah, pretty shitty, he knows, he knows— but!, in Taehyung's defense, Jungkook was too damn innocent for his own good and he obviously didn't expect that Jungkook would take a whole ass year to google it. How hard is it to differentiate a freaked out face from a fucked out face, really? It was only like, 30% his responsibility. 

Clearly, though, the universe wasn't as understanding, because now Taehyung is pretty sure that he’s cursed.

Whenever he’s feeling like he’s hot shit, life finds ridiculous and absurd ways to humble him — being extra careful to guarantee Jungkook front row seats.

Fair enough. Taehyung has no problem owning his stuff, and he didn’t really believe all this karma shit anyway.

Except when it came to you.

“Shit.” Soojin curses, hands stopping in their search for her keys.

“What's wrong, babe?” Jungkook frowns.

“Can we maybe go to your place? My roommate had some work stuff to prepare and asked me to give her some space this afternoon.”

Taehyung groans “Soojin, we live on the other side of campus and I'm starving.” He punctuates this by lifting the food bags in his hands.

“But she's been super stressed lately, I don't wanna add to that.”

“We won't! We can be quiet, baby.” Jungkook reassures. 

Soojin chews her bottom lip. “You sure?”

“Promise.”

Taehyung nods. “She won't even notice us.”

Soojin sighs. “Fine.”

“Also, it can be a great opportunity for Tae to finally meet her.” Jungkook turns to Taehyung. “She's painfully your type, man.”

“Don’t even think about it! My roomie is not interested in Taehyung’s fuckboy ways, Kookie, she’s a pure soul.” Soojin protests.

“Baby, that’s slutshaming. Not cool.”

“What? I'm not a fuckboy. I'm just a very good boy who likes to give people what they want, nothing wrong with that.”

Soojin rolls her eyes, then finally opens the door.

Barely they step into the apartment, though, the three of them freeze — somewhat distracted by the sight of a blond man standing in the middle of the living room, covered only by a blue underwear and a trail of purple marks on his neck and collarbone.

And damn, what a fine man that is. Taehyung had never seen such pretty pouty lips before and he can't help the sudden wish to add a couple of purples to that soft skin himself. 

“What the hell?” Soojin's question prompts the man to cover his crotch with his hands. Pitty. “Who the fuck are you?”

“So, I found these old ropes in the back of my drawer, but I think they can hold—” you stop talking once you enter the living room, seeing a hell of a lot more people than when you left.

Jungkook snickers, glancing down at the rope still in your hands. “Pure soul my ass.”

When your name drops from Soojin’s mouth, something snaps in Taehyung’s mind. You see, he isn’t dumb by any means, but Taehyung sure sometimes is slow.

To be fair, he’d spent so much time trying to forget everything about you and the day you met that it’s only natural that he would take some time to recognize your face from his days I wish I hadn’t woken up archive.

But the way your fingers tighten around the knots before you hide them behind your back? Shit, how can he forget the way those fingers felt entangled in his hair that night? The way you made him groan against your neck whenever you pulled a bit too strong?

And your thighs? Fuck, they are so much prettier than he fantasized they’d be, barely covered by the oversized shirt you’re wearing. Taehyung almost has to stifle a groan because holy fuck how he wishes he could’ve seem them — felt them under his palms that night.

“Is he your work thing?” Soojin sarcastically points to the man’s general direction.

“Yeah, sorry about that, Soo, I just wanted to— Taehyung?!”

He grimaces, eyes immediately darting away from your form as he clears his throat, letting out a silent “hey.”

“You know each other?” Soojin frowns.

“We uhm… we met at—” you stutter “we met once. At a party.”

Soojin is silent for a moment, before her jaw drops “Wait— is Taehyung the puke guy?!”

The blue underwear man looks at you immediately. “Did you puke on him?”

“No! No, of course not, Jimin, it was him who— I mean, uh” so this is what humiliation tastes like? “Nevermind.”

The sudden sound of Jungkook’s laugh erupts beside Taehyung, and the boy takes his hand to his stomach as he leans forward. Taehyung is sure he’s never seen Jungkook so happy.

It takes around a minute for Jungkook’s laugh to turn into light giggling as he tries to catch his breath.

“She’s the girl you puked on? No fucking way, man.”

Well. Yeah. Karma and shit.

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[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack short take (24)

*How everyone survived (escaped) the bomb explosion inside the Capitol Arena*

Felix: Finally! Everyone’s here! Start lining up with your Tributes! We need to finish our-

Clemensia: Start the tour! Start the tour! *grabs Reaper’s hand and swings it*

Reaper: Ughhh! For the last time, little girl, stop grabbing and swinging my hand!😠

Clemensia: But- but it’s our first official school field trip together.🥺

Reaper: BOO. HOO. I don’t even want to be here!

Mizzen: Oh, don’t be too mean, Ash! She just wants to have a little date!😂

Persephone: Inside the Capitol Arena? That’s kinda f*cked up-

Apollo: Start the tour! Start the tour!🥳

Festus: Yeah, Class Pres! Start the tour! *pulls out a burger from his satchel*

Coral: Can I have a bite?

Festus: Mmm. . . Oh, here. *gives Coral a burger coupon* You can have this instead.😌

Coral: *sighs* Thanks.😒 But this is the 7th useless burger coupon you gave me.

Festus: Yo, I worked hard and dumpster dived with my friends all day for those coupon. So-

Coral: I’m starting to believe that you guys don’t even have any money.

Vipsania: Hey, Class Pres! Class Pres, Where’s the toilet?! I need to fix my eyeliner real quick.

Treech: Yeah, Class Pres! I also need to readjust my hat!

Dennis: Yo, Class Pres, I’m hungry-

Felix: Please stop whining! You’re all giving me a massive headache! Heck! I’m not even in charge here!

Dill: *coughs* Shut up, Treech! The Peacekeepers are watching!

Felix: *sighs* Thanks, Dill. At least you know what I’m dealing with.😞

Dill: Don’t be too harsh on yourself, Class Pres. You’re not the only one surrounded by a bunch of immature idiots.😔

Felix: But still, please forgive my children, Dill. The war took all of their “good” remaining marbles and never gave them back.

Dill: So they’re all crazy?

Felix: Except for Clemensia Dovecote. She’s the only “normal” functioning human being in our class.

Dill: That’s rough, buddy.

Felix: I mean, just look at poor Coryo Snow and Festus Creed.

Dill: Why? Those two are pretty “normal” to me-

Felix: They think dumpster diving with the rabid raccoons after class is a legitimate extracurricular school activity.

Dill: That’s neat. But who’s the craziest one in your bunch?

Felix: It depends on the situation.

Dill: Honestly, same. But it’s kinda tiring to always be the mature one in the group if you’re surrounded by 23 other idiots all day.😒 *side eyes Lucy Gray*

Lucy Gray: Even me, Dill? The Amazing Lucy Gray from District 12?

Dill: Especially you, Baird.

Sejanus: Shouldn’t Dean Highbottom be here by now? He’s in charge of us, right?

Coryo: I hope not. He hates me.

Lucy Gray: Why? Did you steal his lover or something?

Sejanus: STFU, Lucy Gray! I’m Coryo’s lover!

Coryo: *sighs* He practically despises me with a passion because my dead dad used to be his lover, bestie boyfriend, and karaoke pal.

Sejanus: And he also hates me because I’m Coryo’s fiancé!😍

Livia: We already know that, you idiot.🙄

Marcus: So Coryo’s mother stole Highbottom’s lover who was also Coryo’s father?!

Felix: But before that, Coryo’s rich boyfriend’s father also dated Coryo’s dad.

Jessup: So you’re telling us that Coryo’s dad dated some rich older dude from District 2 after he broke up with Highbottom?!

Felix: It was the hottest Capitol scandal back in their days. And even the outer Districts knew about them.

Coryo: Yeah. That’s sounds about right.

Jessup: That’s rough, buddy. *pats Coryo’s curls*

Lysistrata: To be fair, Highbottom shouldn’t even be in charge of looking after toddlers.

Marcus: Why not? Is he bad at his job?

Wovey: Did he stab someone?

Coryo: Well, the last time Highbottom was in charge of us, he turned one of our most awaited class parties into a disastrous embarrassing nightmare.

Sejanus: Oh, yeah! I remember that incident. Festus and Urban were hospitalized together for a week!

Festus: It was super serious! And our hospital bills were insane!

Urban: Don’t remind me, Creed!

Coryo: Persephone, Hilarius, and Dennis couldn’t even eat anything solid for five straight days!

Gaius: Lol. It got wilder when Mama Cardew tried to sue everyone at school after Livia slipped and fell on her own vomit!🤣

Livia: Shut up, Breen!

Sejanus: Even crazy President Ravinstill got involved.

Hilarius: Heck, yeah!

Felix: Ugh. Don’t remind me.😞

Coryo: But shortly thereafter, the President was then arrested by his own Peacekeepers for almost strangling the Dean to death in the name of justice.

Jessup: So Ravinstill went to jail?

Coryo: Nope. He was quickly bailed out by Highbottom himself to save face and to save Panem from being leaderless.

Apollo: To be fair, our poor Class President was throwing up everywhere.

Felix: Guys, please stop ruining my reputation in front of these good people.

Lucy Gray: But seriously, what happened?

Treech: Yeah! Tell us, pretty boy!

Coryo: So drunk Dean Highbottom apparently gave Palmyra Monty the important task of providing the food for our annual ✨End of The Year Class Party✨.

Marcus: What’s wrong with that?

Coryo: Palmyra may look nice and bubbly on the outside, but she’s infamously known to bring expired food.

Felix: Poison even.

Sejanus: She practically brought her mother’s notoriously deadly apple pies that would’ve killed everyone at that party.

Marcus: So you guys got food poisoned by Velvereen’s Mentor?!

Coryo: Pretty much. I even skipped school for two days because my body was sweating all over the place.

Lysistrata: Seriously, it was extremely embarrassing, Coryo.

Sejanus: I even had to sleep between the sink and the toilet for a week or two.

Felix: And after President Ravinstill was bailed out, he then tried to strangle Dean Highbottom again for negligence.

Marcus: Lol.

Felix: It was all because I was bedridden for almost two weeks.

Velvereen: Wait, what?!😱 You mean to say that my Mentor did all that?! My Mentor, Palmyra Monty?!

Coryo: Yup. That’s Monty for you.

Velvereen: But she’s been feeding me at the zoo!!

Felix: Wow! Good job, Velvereen! You’re a real walking miracle!

Facet: What the actual f*ck, Velvereen! All this time, you have been sharing and feeding me your Mentor’s expired food?!

Velvereen: How should I have known that they were expired?! She was eating them too!

Facet: You lying traitor!

Velvereen: I even saw her eating cookies yesterday!

Facet: So?

Velvereen: They were homemade cookies, Facet! Homemade!!

Livia: To be fair, Monty’s already immune to food poisoning.

Persephone: Yeah. She’s been eating expired hams, pies, and chocolate wafers since she was a child.

Mizzen: Chocolate wafers?! You have those here?!

Persephone: Well, if you win, I’m willing to give you a truck load of chocolate wafers to devour-

Velvereen: Where even is Palmyra Monty?!

Livia: Yeah! I thought all of us should be here, Class Pres!

Coryo: We did have a class roll call before coming here, right?

Felix: Oh, that’s right! I almost forgot! Palmyra called me yesterday and said that she’ll be staying behind.

Gaius: Why would she want to stay behind at school?

Felix: She said she wants to help prepare some snacks in the school kitchen.

Coryo: Our what?!

Gaius: Our snacks?!

Sejanus: I thought she was banned from cooking?!

Lucy Gray: *starts laughing and rolling on the floor again* And I thought my life was hard!🤣

Dill: Sucks to be you right now, Class Pres.

Livia: Who gave that dangerous walking anomaly that task?!

Florus: I’m calling the Peacekeepers!

Urban: Heck! Im calling the National Security!

Festus: Do you have a death wish, Class Pres?!

Felix: I’m sorry!

Apollo: I can’t believe this is happening right now!😩

Diana: And in front of the Tributes!

Gaius: She shouldn’t even be near the school kitchen!

Treech: Yo, is this what they call real ✨Capitol Drama✨?

Vipsania: No, not really. Monty’s shenanigans are just part of our class culture.

Felix: *runs to the closest Peacekeeper* Help! Sir, we need urgent help! It’s a true life or death emergency!😭

Peacekeeper: What’s the matter, kid? Why are you crying? Who’s been hurt? Should I call backup?

Felix: We need to get out of here right now!

Peacekeeper: Why?

Livia: Why?! Do you even know who my mother is?!

Felix: We all need to go back to school! The Mentors, the Tributes, the news crew, everyone!

Festus: Everyone?

Coryo: Even Lucky Flickerman?

Urban: Nah. We can leave Weather Boy and his annoying bird here.

Peacekeeper: I still don’t get it.

Coryo: *backs up Felix* You don’t understand, officer! Our lives are in great danger!

Peacekeeper: You’re just bluffing-

Coryo: The stupid Dean, his goldfish, the professors, our 2 stolen Bichon Frisé puppies are all going to die!😫

Festus: Stop. The. Tour! Stop. The. Tour!

Persephone: Yeah! Stop the tour!

Livia: My mother will hear about this!

Hilarius: I’m calling my father!

Coryo: Don’t you dare, Hilari!

Hilarius: But-

Coryo: Do you want your creepy old man to have another restraining order?!

Hilarius: No. *starts crying*

Peacekeeper: Fine. Fine! Stop crying already!

Felix: Good job, Heavensbee!

Peacekeeper: *grabs a megaphone* TOUR’S OVER! EVERYBODY OUT!

Coryo: Finally!

Lysistrata: Can we bring Jessup to school with us?

Sejanus: And Marcus too?🥺

Apollo: Why would you-

Coryo: Maybe that’s a good idea. We do need strong extra hands to force Palmyra out of the kitchen.

Felix: *sighs* Fine. I’ll call my granduncle. He’ll gladly give us his blessing and permission.

Tanner: Does that mean that we’re coming too?

Sabyn: Is that even allowed, Class Pres?

Felix: There’s no law that forbids you to.

Mizzen: Good! Let’s go! I’m hungry!

Coral: You’re always hungry, Mizzen.🙄

*Immediately, everyone exited the Capitol Arena (unscathed) and boarded the Mentors’ bus*

*BOOM!💥 The Bomb exploded*

Everyone: What the heck was that?!

Coryo: A bomb?! At this hour?!

Gaius: On broad daylight?!

Florus: The audacity!

Sejanus: An assassination attempt?!

Felix: NO WAY! FOR ME?!😱

Livia: Maybe it was for ✨me✨💅. My mother does run the largest bank in all of Panem.

Everyone: We know, Livia.🙄

Livia: Well, poor losers like Snow wouldn’t understand that-

Coryo: Go suck a di-

Felix: Just forget about the bomb explosion for a second! Besides, nobody got injured and nobody died from the blast.

Lysistrata: And thank Panem for that, I guess?

Hilarius: So what now?

Felix: Did you forget the real danger?! We still need to stop Palmyra from killing us via food poisoning!

Coryo: Oh, yeah. We should really prioritize that first.

Festus: DRIVER, SIR, START DRIVING!

Coral: Does this mean you’re postponing the Hunger Games again?

Felix: Well, if inconvenient incidents like these keep happening, we might as well end the Hunger Games right now.

Mizzen: End the Hunger Games, you say?

Sejanus: Oh, we totally can. You see, my fellow friends, our beloved Class President belongs to a certain powerful family. So anything he wants, he gets.

Marcus: So his word is practically law?!

Coryo: More or less. But it really depends on his so called “begging” skills.

Coral: Begging skills?! He needs to beg?!

Apollo: Yup! If he does it right in front of his family, then he gets a nice prize from his very powerful granduncle!

Jessup: So how’s your ✨begging skills✨, Class Pres?😂

Felix: None of your business-

Festus: Horrible! A four out of ten!

Gaius: I saw it once at a dinner party. It was so embarrassing. I even had to leave early because I couldn’t stop laughing.😂

Felix: You guys are so mean!😭

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[ashwhowrites]

fluff prompt 35 with Robin? 🥺

Finally fluff Robin! I'm tired of always breaking her heart 🙂

"We’ve been celebrating our wedding anniversary on the wrong day for the past nine years."

Robin and Y/N have been married for around 9 years. They fell in love during the whole upside down fiasco. Y/N was an old friend of Steve's when they all first discovered the upside down. Once it was all settled she moved to California, hoping to leave it behind her. But when Steve called a few years later saying it's worse than ever, she was right back in Hawkins. She figured she'd kill some creatures, gain new fears and be done with this shit. But what she didn't expect was to fall in love during the worst possible time.

The second Steve introduced her to a loud, fast talking, and sarcastic girl, she was screwed. She learned her name was Robin and a new friend of Steve's. A friend that Steve made very clear, with a horrible wink, was definitely gay. Y/N remembered punching Steve but secretly thanking him for giving her a heads up.

Fighting vecna and trying to stay alive was most important, not trying to flirt with the gorgeous dark haired and blue eye goddess she got partnered up with. Once again, thanks to Steve. But that didn't mean Y/N couldn't look at her from time to time. She even went as far to throw herself around Robin when the ground began to shake. Steve watched with a smirk as both girls blushed a deep red.

When Y/N was saying her goodbyes and heading back to California, Robin asked her on a date. Robin knew she'd hate herself if she never went for it. Plus Y/N saved her life twice in the upside down, she deserves to buy her dinner, right?

Before they knew it Robin and Y/N were calling each other daily. Sending love letters day after day. Planning trips to visit each other. Months went on and turned into years. Steve annoyingly takes credit for their relationship, and makes sure that they both know it.

Their engagement was slightly different from others. Both girls wanted to propose to each other in different ways. Y/N had Joyce helping her and Robin had Steve. All four making the most special and romantic proposal ever. But Y/N and Robin ruined it for each other. Both were getting too excited to wait, and accidentally proposed too early, at the wrong place and at the same time. Joyce and Steve wanted to be mad at all their hard work going to waste. But when both girls showed up with two diamond rings on each other's fingers with the biggest smile they've ever seen, they let it slide. They decided they didn't need a big proposal for each other. Asking at what felt like the right moment felt more like them.

At their wedding, Steve's whole speech was how he planned it all out for them. Both brides rolled their eyes but laughed along. They did owe Steve, because without him they never would have fallen in love.

~~

"baby, which restaurant do you want to go to for our anniversary?" Y/N asked as she sat next to Robin on the couch.

"tough call. Maybe the same place we've been going to for the last 9 years." She laughed as she pretended to think.

"I can't believe it's been that long. I think Steve's payment plan of marrying you is coming up around the 10 year mark. Better soak it up now." Y/N joked.

Robin faked laughed, "haha funny." She said with a smile. Smacking her wife's shoulder.

~~

As Y/N waited for Robin to finish getting ready, she looked through their wedding book. Smiling at the memories.

"I can't get over how fucking beautiful you looked this day." Y/N sighed as she stared at her wife's beaming smile in her white suit.

"just that night?" Robin asked, clipping her necklace as she walked to sit next to Y/N.

"you know you look beautiful all the time." Y/N kissed her cheek. Laughing as her red lipstick stained Robin's cheek.

Together they looked through the book. Stopping in confusion at their wedding invitation.

"wait Rob, the date, is that right?" She asked, showing Robin the piece of paper.

Robin looked at it closely with scrunched eyebrows.

"that can't be right. We got married on October 13th!" She said, snatching the book and looking at it closer.

"the invitation says the 15th Robin! There's no way that's wrong. It's the actual invitation we sent out." Y/N tried to explain.

"Are you saying that we’ve been celebrating our wedding anniversary on the wrong day for the past nine years?" Robin asked

"babe, I think we have."

Both erupted in a huge laugh. Eyes watering and gasping for air as they held their stomaches.

"only us baby. Only us." Y/N sighed out, stomach still in pain from laughing so hard.

"well shit, do we start celebrating on the 15th instead?" Robin asked

"nah, the 13th will be our always." Y/N said with a smile.

Both not knowing their anniversary just made them even more perfect for each other

#robin buckley x female reader #robin buckley stranger things #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley #robin buckley fluff #robin Buckley fluff x reader #robin buckley requests

[finelinevogue]

Wifey sobbing during Matilda because she knows their unborn child will have the opposite experience in life 🥺💕

okay WHYYYYY DO THIS TO ME😫😫😫

June 15th 2022

Your body was currently lathered in goosebumps.

It was only the second date on Harry’s Love on Tour tour and you couldn’t be more proud of the man that was currently prancing around on stage. You were looking up at him from the side of the stage and there was no better view than getting to see you man smile and be happy.

He had just sung ‘Adore You’ and now he was going onto ‘Matilda’.

“How are we doing over this side?” Harry asked the opposite side of the stage to where you were and there was a deafening roar.

It was still hard to admit that all these people loved Harry just as much as you did, but it was only you that Harry loved just as much. Of course he loved his fans, but what he had with you was so emotionally different it wasn’t even worth comparing.

“And how are we doing over this side?” He came over to your side of the stage and the shouts were even louder. He would joke later that it was because you were screaming louder than everyone put together in the stadium, but only because you were so proud of him.

“And you, love?” He asked you specifically.

“Ready to cry.”

“Oh, ready to to cry you say? Anyone else want a good cry?” He asked the audience after winking to you.

The entire crowd screamed and you were blown away by just how many people wanted an emotional release. It was so difficult for you to hear ‘Matilda’ sometimes, but on those days that it was a little harder it was made better by knowing you weren’t the only one going through pain. Everyone was experiencing it in some form of another and it was events like these which brought those people together.

Harry knew that hearing the voices of thousands singing back the lyrics to a song that was so personally attached to you was something that no therapy could pray for. It conveyed a sense of belonging and home. That’s why Harry moved the song into the setlist, even though it was still the ‘Fine Line’ tour.

“Okay. I would like to dedicate this song to all the Matilda’s out there who haven’t quite found their voice yet. Sing this one, with me, for them.”

He coughed into the crook of his arm, before holding onto the microphone for support. His body was every so slightly turned towards your side of the stage and you knew it was because he wanted to make you feel like he was only singing for you.

As he started singing you decided that you would just listen to him rather than sing along too. You clasped your hands together and held them over your heart, feeling a little vulnerable just stood still. You swayed as the music played, feeling like everything was finally alright.

It took you a long time to allow yourself to have this moment, but you finally felt okay with letting yourself love and be loved in return. Those feelings would never have existed without Harry and you’d be forever grateful that he enjoyed your YouTube content from way back when.

Your eyes started to tear up at the mention of family in his lyrics, popping your hand over your stomach protectively. You weren’t even bothered if people caught sight, because you were so proud to be pregnant. You were proud about being a mum. There was a point in your life where you never thought you deserved to be a mum and you believed that you would just ruin their life, but now you were happier than ever to have a blob growing inside of you.

“You can start a family who will always show you love.”

Harry’s lyrics really cut deep and you couldn’t help but cry. It was hard believing every word back then, but now you were stronger than ever and you truly believed him when he tells you that one line over and over again. All the fans singing back the line too made you feel like they were telling you too, only magnifying your happy emotions.

Once he had finished you let out a shaky breathe. You laughed as you tried to control your tears, but once you’d started there was no stopping them.

Harry walked over to your side of the stage, crouching down just in front of where you were standing. He put his microphone to the side so the whole stadium didn’t catch what he was saying, even though the surrounding fans were probably recording everything.

“You okay? Y’need water? A hug?” He asked seriously, not joking around when it came to you and your emotions. Or the fact you were now carrying his baby around all the time.

“I’m okay. Told you I was ready to cry.”

“Sorry.” He pouted, feeling bad all of a sudden and especially when he couldn’t touch you.

“It’s okay H. I needed that.” You assured him.

“I’ll love on you later.”

“I have no doubt you will.” He gave you an air kiss and went straight back to performing because that’s just why he was. Your perfect husband rockstar.

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[writersmilex]

hello❤ you write such cute and cool stories 🥺

how about headcanons first kiss with the reader? 💋 for murderdolls and slipknot. who is the first to decide on this the boys or the reader? why would they want a kiss? there and why will it happen? how will it look like?

thank you ❤❤❤

It's a disgrace how long this took me. What is it? Half a year? And I cannot express how sorry and how guilty I feel for taking so fucking long. And I am very sorry, but you're only getting Slipknot. One fandom at a time, please. This was very hard alright?

Anyway, without further ado:

First kisses with Slipknot

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0# Sid Wilson:

- Sid has wanted to kiss you ever since he realized his love for you. But didn't want to come over as pushy or disrespectful. 

- As a way to get a little closer to, he... got closer to you in a literal sense. Sitting close to you, hanging around and demanding to be babysat by you. 

- Babysitting means that you have to keep him in line while waiting backstage. 

- "(Y/n)! Where is Sid!" Shawn question. "He's right here." You say, pointing to the man in question standing right next to you. 

- Right before the show was about to start,  Sid is as hyper as ever. Running back and forth to get rid of that extra energy. 

- You wish the band all good luck before they go on. And the show is as amazing as always. 

- You came after the show to help the band cool down and stuff. Sid ran up to you, tore off his mask and trapped you in a rough kiss! His hands-on your cheeks. 

- You're completely blown away by surprise but happily kiss him back, no matter how sweaty he might have been. 

- Sid pulls away and laughs as you now got a bit of black paint on your face from him.

- You laugh and try to wipe it off, but it's no use. Sid just kisses you again.

~~~~

1# Joey Jordison:

-The first few weeks of your relationship were awkward, to say the least.

- The moment the first kiss between the two of you happened was quite a cliche. 

- You see, you just finished a fun dinner date with Joey. And he took you back to your house. 

- The drummer had a moment of clarity when he saw you glow under the porch light. 

- You noticed him looking at you with big blue eyes, and you asked him what the matter was. 

- He ponders and contemplates what he is about to do. Then he says "Fuck it." Grabs you by your collar and pulls you into a  rough kiss. 

- Naturally, you're caught by complete surprise. Much to his relief, you eased and kissed him back. 

- He wraps his arms around your neck to keep you close to him. He wants this moment to mean something. As if your relationship is truly official this time. 

- He pulls back, the two of you staring at each other with blushing faces. Which caused you both to laugh and press your forehead against his. 

- "I'll see you tomorrow, rockstar." You say playfully, stroking one strand of his hair before going inside your house. 

- Joey stands there for a moment to think. He has finally done it! And kissing you felt amazing. 

- He'll happily kiss you again!

~~~~

1.2# Jay Weinberg:

- His every first audition to join the band and be a filler for Joey. 

- And he thought his nerves are trying to kill him. As he sat there waiting, his legs quivering. 

- "Hey." You call for his attention, you're sitting right next to him. He runs a hand through his hair and turns his head to face you. 

- "Even I can hardly believe it, don't pay attention to the eyes on you. Hold your attention on the music and the rhythm." You say, reaching over to pat Jay on the shoulder.  

-  Jay smiles at you and then gets called in for his audition. 

- It's only natural that he's hella nervous, playing before his heroes is a big deal. 

- He has finished and got chosen as filler! Hooray!

- Jay runs up to you full of joy. Wraps you in his arms and embraces you tightly. 

- And in a moment of he's so overjoyed, he kisses you on the lips. 

- He doesn't wait for a response, he lets go and goes outside to catch some fresh air.

~~~~

2# Paul Gray:

- A relationship started, a few days fresh. 

- Everything was fine and dandy, and Paul could tell that you wanted to move further. 

- He admits he was a little nervous as you started to hook your arm around his as you walked around with him.

- It was a nice day to take a walk out and get some fresh air. You need that every once in a while don't you?

- It was pleasant, the two of you walking together hand in hand. Talking about whatever came to mind. 

- Paul suggested getting a snack and a drink at the random coffee place he pointed at. Then he volunteered to get something to eat while you wait outside. 

- You agreed and wait for him to return. While you're waiting a random person walks up to you and starts to talk to you. Asking very pushy questions that you answered as vaguely as possible. 

- Then this person started to flirt with you (If you could call it that...) It wasn't the best flirting and you weren't really impressed with this stranger's attempts to woo you. Besides 

- Paul returns with some snacks and drinks and spots this person making you visibly uncomfortable. So he walks up to you, loudly announces his presence and gives you a quick and chaste kiss on your lips. 

- The person who flirted with you seemed to understand what was going on, apologized and left the two of you alone. 

~~~~

2.2# Alessandro Venturella:

- Naturally, you got incredibly worried when you heard that Alessandro got rushed to the hospital after he fainted from dehydration. Within minutes you were there in the hospital's waiting room, waiting for any news on his condition. 

- Once you announce to the medical staff that you're his significant other (of a few weeks), they were willing to share more information on his recovery. 

- For the following week after his release from the hospital, you were above and beyond paranoid and worried. And Alex can already tell that this incident rightfully scared the living daylights out of you. 

- Of course, he noticed how increasingly caring you become, making sure he was alright and always drinking the right amount of water in a day. Just to make sure nothing bad like that would happen again. 

- He loves how much you care about him, yes he does. However, your constant worrying gets on his nerves a little. He loves you, he does. But please, he's a grown man...

- And it only got worse as another show is creeping up, causing your nervousness to spike up again. Hours before the gig starts, you're even more nervous that the band themselves. 

- Even Sid had told you to calm down, "everything's gonna be fine," he said.

- But really it was Alex who had to calm you down, with a hand rubbing your back soothingly and gently voices he managed to ease your worries. 

- "I'm gonna be fine, love." He says with a reassuring smile, you can't help but look at him and smile back. 

- Then he leans forward to give you a gentle kiss, and your worries cease completely. He promises to give more kisses after the show is done.  ~~~~

3# Chris Fehn:

- A funny thing Chris likes to do, poking your cheek with the nose of his mask and saying "muah!" very loudly. 

- But it's not a real kiss now, is it? 

- It was all fun and games in the beginning until you decided to take it a step further. You attempt to give Chris's mask an Eskimo kiss.  Y'know? Rub your noses together affectionately. 

- It was funny the first time, Chris got all stupid and confused as he watches you touch the tip of the mask's nose with your own. But he thought it was cute nonetheless. There are some pictures to be found of it online.

- But eventually, it got old, and you wanted more...

- It was a very fleeting kiss, almost nonchalant which left him yearning for more almost right away. 

- Hours before a show was about to start, and just before Chris is about to put some grease on his face. You walked up behind him.

- You lean forward over his shoulder, take his still clean face in your hand and press a quick kiss right on his lips. 

- "knock them dead, babe." You say with a wink and then leave so suddenly to help where help is needed. 

- Error. Chris_Fehn.ExE cannot be found. Reboot the system, please. ~~~~

3.2# Tortilla man:

- In Stage persona, he's either like an uncontrollable toddler or an uncontrollable dog or both.  

- Normally he's still quite energetic and animated, but not as crazy as on stage. The controlled crazy with basic human decency. 

- Like most energetic people, he sometimes needs a moment to gather all that infamous energy again. Usually, it's sitting on the sofa in silence with some sugary drink. 

- He can still be quite riled up for a long time after shows. What helped him relax is; some water, a towel and you telling him how great he was in the show. Your praise always makes him happy :)

- It has become a running gag amongst the band, that whenever Micheal is too out of control, you get called to tame him. Both you and he can laugh about it as well. 

- But really though, when Micheal returns from one long and tiring tour, he wants nothing more than to relax on the sofa in your arms with some hot beverage. 

- And it was in one of those relaxing moments where the first kiss happened between you and him.

- While watching a movie on the sofa together, you nonchalantly rest your mouth in the top of his head as he is resting on your shoulder. Of course, he feels that you're lightly kissing his head and he thinks it's time. 

- Lifting his head he looks straight at you and places a gentle kiss on your own lips. Probably one of the softest kisses you've ever had. 

- You could only give him an adorable stupid smile and resume the movie together. It was at that moment the relationship felt official for real aside from declaring. 

~~~~

4# Jim Root :

- It was a friends-to-lovers type of relationship. But the both of you are still very nervous, despite being experienced in previous relationships.

- However, it slowly got closer. A little more touching here and there, the usual stuff. 

- During the times that the band was a tough time. It was rough for everyone. 

- You did your best to support the band of course. Sometimes you take Jim away from the stress to help clear his head. 

- After you caught him in the middle of a breakdown, you demanded he'd go get therapy and get his life together again. 

- Jim really can't say no to your begging and agreed to go to a psychologist and sort out his problems.

- According to his psychologist, your support to him is already a great help to his mental recovery, that's nice to hear. 

- As a way to thank you for all you have done for him. Jim gives you a chaste kiss, blushing mad as he turns away quickly. Unable to look you in the eye. 

- You pull Jim back and kiss him properly this time. 

- He returns to gesture immediately.

~~~~

5# Craig Jones:

- Craig is like a cactus. Mind the spikes, right? 

- While in a relationship with him, you made it a habit to kiss the closed zipper of his mask. 

-However, Craig feels a little guilty for not returning your affections. You're his beloved after all. 

- So, at one moment just before a show. You're helping Craig with his mask, replacing a nail that got broken off. 

- And just before you help Craig put on the mask. He stops you and leans forward to kiss you. 

- Sid saw it and started cheering loudly. Causing poor Craig to turn all red in the face. 

- The kiss was very chaste and only lasted for 2 fleeting seconds, then he put on the mask himself. And was gone before you could process anything. 

- Naturally, Craig didn't make any comment on it and left for the show. 

- During the whole show, Craig felt like he was burning alive. Even more so than usual. 

- How the hell is he gonna confront you when the show is done!?

~~~~

6# Shawn Crahan:

- It was on your very first date. A very simple date, since Shawn just got a tour behind his back and needs some rest. Just a dinner date and a walk through the nearby park. 

- The dinner date was a little awkward at first, but that's normal on a first date. The situation got a lot more comfortable as you got to know each other. Turns out that the two of you have much in common, and you liked Shawn's philosophy and the way he talks about his experience in the band and overall life. 

- The dinner got fun as the awkwardness was broken. Telling each other interesting stories, and overall more bonding. It was a very nice and calm evening, a nice change from all the chaos. 

- After dinner, it was time for the walk. The date was during the summertime so it's still light outside as the two of you go for a walk. Arms locked together. 

- You actually know this park rather well, and so you take your date out to all the best places in the park and show him all the prettiest sightings. especially in the evening dusk, there are some beautiful sights to see in the old park. 

- Shawn thought it was enchanting and it helped him relieve some stress he had while admiring the glow you had in the evening sunset. 

- And the moment it turned darker, Shawn decided it was time to bring you home. 

- Throughout the whole ride home, he keeps talking about how much of a good time he had with you and is already planning a second date.

- And when he set you off at your place, you stopped him before he could leave, giving him a kiss in a way to thank him for the good time you had. 

- It took Shawn a moment to recollect himself. ~~~~

7# Mick Thomson:

- You're a known reporter in your city. That's one of the core things about how you met Mick.

- And you hooked one of your reporter friends to an interview with him.

- Well... Mick didn't find it funny. Not because of you mind you. He has been a little irritated These past few days, from things he wouldn't say as he wanted to sort it out himself.

- And before the interview started, Mick is standing next to you waiting, and complaining all the way. 

- You try your best to keep him calm, but not much seems to be working. He's just sitting there all grumpy. 

- he told you that he doesn't even know why he's so frustrated. Most likely he's still tense from the latest tour he had with the band, you can understand that. 

- Right before the interview is about to be behind, you grand him one last speech of encouragement and stuff. 

- Then you pull him towards you to kiss him. His facial hair tickles and you can't help but smile in the kiss. 

- When you pull away, you promise him more kisses after the interview. And you push him towards the room where the interview takes place. 

- Mick felt a little distracted the entire interview.

~~~~

8# Corey Taylor:

- During your first few weeks together with him. Things were tough for Corey...

- You did everything in your power to help him and set him on a straight line. 

- You helped him so much in those times you have no idea. And for all that you have done for him. Corey's love for you only grew stronger. 

- He felt the need to return the favour, and repay you for your help. But how?

- It was a calm moment, You and Corey are in your shared bed cuddling. His head on your chest and his legs in between yours as you lay there with him. 

- Suddenly, his grip on you tightens. You ask him if he's alright, and his first response was a groan as he squirms into a different position. 

- "I love you... so much. You have no idea..." He says with a sincere tone. That comment alone made your heart do an impressive front flip!

- He leans up to face you, "I can show you like this." And before you could respond he gently kisses you on your lips. 

- Corey's mood only brightens when he feels you kiss him back. 

- The first kiss ended in the first make-out. :)

~~~~

_______________________________________ There are many reasons why this took so fucking long.  I had lost interest in writing for Slipknot, I had an exam coming and I was working hard the whole summer vacation.  I will forever feel guilty for not finishing this sooner.  thanks for reading regardless. - Smilex🙂

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hi!! i’ve been thinking about how kun is the perfect husband and i love your fics so if you’re comfortable with it, can you write something soft with husband kun? 🥺

All for Love

Qian Kun x Male Reader

The restaurant is empty. Except for the two of you and the three servers you managed to spot every now and then. It’s a cozy fit—the circle table in between the two of you seemed only large enough to fit two medium plates and just maybe the tallest glasses the restaurant had. Regardless—you enjoyed how intimate the setting was. The red rose that sat in the glass vase in the middle of the table illuminated by the bulb right over the table. The quietest violin playing overhead. And Kun’s foot kicking yours subconsciously under the table—as if it was normal.

And it was. Playing footsies under the table was just one of the signs that Kun was comfortable with you. It reminded you of the first time he did it. The two of you were on your fifth date—a little awkward still but growing fond of each other nonetheless.

It has been so long since then. You’ve lost count on how many dates you’ve had even after the two of you had gotten married.

“What are you thinking about?” Kun’s soft voice draws you away from your memories. You reach your hand towards his, interlacing your fingers with his long ones on top of the smooth table. He gives you a smile, one that reaches his eyes and puffs out the apples of his cheeks.

“Our fifth date.” You play with the ring on his finger. It’s simple—smooth all around with nothing that stands out just like the one on your left hand. Only the two of you knew about the engraving on the inside of the ring, however. It was like your own little secret. “It was when you started being affection with me you know?” Kun nods slowly as if he were trying to remember how the two of you used to interact just a few years ago. “I can’t believe we’re married… it feels like a dream.”

“Or a nightmare.” You kick his ankle—not too hard—but hard enough to where he pouts and whines dramatically. “I’m kidding. You know I wanted to marry you after our first date.” You let your eyebrows shoot up to your hair, squeezing his hand still as if it were a sensory toy. “I can’t even bring myself to believe that, I don’t know why I said it.”

The two of you share a laugh, the mood settling into a comfortable silence again as the food was finally placed in front of you. Wordlessly the two of you take food from each other’s plates at the same time, giggling together with how in sync you were. Kun unfolds the napkin in front of you, reaching over to place it around the collar of your (‪f/c‬) buttoned up shirt. You held your breath as his fingers brushed your neck, exhaling slowly whenever he brought his fingers to straighten out the bottom of the fabric.

“So chivalrous.” And it was true. Kun was always quick on his feet to open any door you encountered. Any chair you were going to be sitting on, he made sure he was there to pull it out just enough. This behavior only increased after the two of you got married.

Even when he needed to be at work earlier than his usual time he would leave out your favorite mug next to a full pot of coffee still warm on the counter. Always made sure your home slippers were ready by the foot of the bed whenever you decided to get up for the day. You admired this of him deeply—that he knew you well enough to do things you’d usually forget about.

The dinner was spent mostly in silence. Conversation sparking as soon as the two of you finished stacking nearly empty plates on top of each other and scooting them to the side.

“(Y/n).” You place your (e/c) eyes on him, his face unreadable. “Before they bring dessert out, I want to say that these past three years we’ve spent as husbands have been my favorite years so far. Nothing comes close to having you as a partner. You are so thoughtful and careful in everything you do that sometimes you don’t even see it.” Kun inhales slowly, now being the one that reaches out to hold your hand—which you gladly comply with. “You make life worth living, (Y/n). You have no idea how much your little updates throughout the day brighten me up at work whenever I’m stressed about something silly. Everything seems so minuscule whenever you’re there encouraging me.”

“I know that being married didn’t change much about our relationship besides the fact that we have these cool rings and we’re official on government paperwork—but it’s just the last step. We’re not done growing but we’re done with looking for labels for us. Husbands just makes sense, don’t you think?” He doesn’t give you an opportunity to reply, only allows you to nod as he continues. “Happy anniversary, my love. I hope that you still like me.”

And for some reason, that does it for you. You blink a few tears down your cheek, laughing into your hand.

“I love you so much, you idiot.” You get up to kneel in front of him, reminiscent of when the proposal happened—funnily enough at the same restaurant. He turns sideways in his chair, holding back his own tears for now. “I will always love you, Kun. And I hate you for not telling me that we were practically renewing our vows today because I could’ve come up with some really awesome stuff that I couldn’t think of at our wedding day.” You take both of his hands in yours, kissing one at a time. “Should we renew our vows for the next one.”

Kun looks down at you curiously, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.

“You’re already thinking of next year? Do you think I’ll be able to put up with you for that much longer.” Another fit of laughter erupts as you struggled to get up and find your balance. Kun pulls you to sit on his lap as he tucks a loose strand of (h/c) hair behind your ear. “Happy anniversary, again.”

#qian kun #kun #kun wayv #kun nct #wayv #nct #nct u #nct x male reader #wayv x male reader #nct u x male reader #kun x male reader #non idol au #TY FOR REQUESTING IM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG #<3

[southern-fried-simpin]

Taking a bath with the Gotham Bois 🛁🧼 | Part 1

A/N: Excluding Bruce because, where I’m at in Gotham, he’s still a child.

Warnings: Implied nudity, baths (obviously), Jerome, teensy bit of nsfw content, fluffy things

Jerome Valeska

“I don’t need a bath!” “You are literally covered in blood.” “NO!” “I’ll get in with you ~”

Boi took his clothes off right there, no shame whatsoever, he absolutely did not care that the blinds were open either

But before you both actually get in the tub he stops in his tracks and just starts rummaging through your cabinets and/or the bathroom closet

Finally he emerges, buck ass naked with a triumphant grin on his face and holding bath bombs, some bath oil, salts and a rubber ducky for each of you because obviously it’s not a proper bath until there’s a rubber ducky, c’mon Y/n get with the program

Congratulations, you have successfully gotten Jerome in the bathtub 🛁

But now you have to actually get him to wash himself and not constantly try to grope whatever parts of you he can get his hands on…Good luck and Godspeed, partner.

Eventually you get him to allow you to wash him if he gets to wash you

And lemme tell you, he is having the time of his life not just because he’s being washed by you, but also because of the bubbles and brightly colored bath bombs

It wouldn’t surprise me if Jerome didn’t get to have fun little bath toys and such growing up so this is lowkey therapeutic for him 🥺🥺🥺

Baths are now a regular occurrence in your household, so just be prepared to repeat this entire process at least once a week

Jervis Tetch

Nervous Boi ™

You asked if he wanted to bathe with you while you were both discussing your plans for that night, assuming he would successfully pull off a heist he had arranged that day.

The kicker? It’s the first time you’ll have been intimate with each other, aside from maybe changing into a disguise in the same room after needing to get the cops of y’all’s trail

The poor man nearly choked

He tried to regain his composure and act all charismatic but he was failing. So. Freaking. Hard.

So spoiler: the heist was successful! Now he just has to calm his nerves before going home to his wonderful Alice!

And there you are when he walks in the door: wearing a fluffy blue bathrobe and you look so cute he has to pretend to clear his throat so you don’t hear the little squeal he let out when he saw you 🥺

So, finally it’s bath time: Bath is setup with some nice oils and some green tea bubble bath (because ya know…tea ☕️) and now you actually get to partake in the lovely bath you’ve drawn! Yay!

However Jervis has suddenly developed some stage fright

“Jervis, is something wrong?” “Oh no, nothing at all dear! I just…um…well-“ “Aw, darling, are you nervous? Here.”

Boom. Robe is gone and so is his stage fright, you have his full attention, and his admiration.

Oh, he can’t believe how beautiful his Alice is. And he’s very vocal about it.

“My darling Alice, I do so wish we had done this sooner, all the flowers in all of Wonderland aren’t nearly as beautiful as you ~”

Cuddles while bathing 🥺

Can and will whisper sweet nothings in your ear while he washes you

He loves the feeling of you washing his hair

He practically purrs when you do it but don’t tell anyone

Loves bathing with you and usually is the one to propose bathing together from then on ❤️

Jonathan Crane

So it’s pretty normal for Jon to be in a constant state of…not dirty but not clean either

He’s more of a quick shower kinda guy and he will usually wash with literally just a bar of soap. Shampoo? Conditioner? Sorry we don’t know her.

Usually you’re okay with it, as long as he doesn’t smell of sweat and fear toxin, but one day you just lose it.

“Let go of me, I’m not finished wi-“ He rambles woefully about his work as you drag him to the bathroom.

He lays eyes on the bathtub and there’s panic in his eyes as he realizes you are now undressing him the way a mother would do her toddler who played in the mud outside. (Don’t worry he’s fine with it he’s just shook atm)

“No! Hey-“ he groaned and ran his fingers frustratedly through his hair “I took a shower yesterday I don’t need anotherAH-“

You pushed him into the bathtub because face it, honey, he wasn’t going to go peacefully

He’s so busy pouting and muttering about how he’s “wasting precious time that could be spent perfecting his toxin” and “Doesn’t even need a bath” that he didn’t even register you undressing until you got in with him

At which point, he fell silent and wasn’t sure what to do when you started washing him, he almost leaned away from your touch but stopped himself

It might take a few minutes for him to stop being so nervous, he’s shy 🥺 What?! No he’s not scared, he’s the Master Of Fear!

He’ll ask if it’s okay for him to wash you before making a move and when you say yes, he suddenly gets this look on his face like he’s this 👌🏼 close to figuring out the answer to a question on jeopardy

And then he immediately shifts from determination and being methodical to a soft gentle boi as he goes to wash your hair 

Btw Wash his hair and then just watch as he becomes completely and utterly relaxed, he’ll literally start purring like a cat

Okay so maybe taking time to bathe isn’t that bad

He’s going to still be a little apprehensive towards baths, just because he’s a workaholic but once you’ve got him on board, he’s happy to get in the tub with you

Edward Nygma (Post-Riddler)

So unlike the other men on this list, it was actually his idea to bathe with you!

In a rare moment of Ed wanting to have a simple, and not an exceedingly extravagant, date with you, he opted for a date night in.

However, that doesn’t mean he hasn’t made the bath itself exceedingly extravagant. 😅

You come home from work, drop your things by the door, too tired to carry anything but yourself to your shared bedroom and gracefully plop onto the bed.

Then, from the bathroom, you hear Ed’s voice: “I hold water, but I have no hands, I run but have no legs, and I am…pretty much required in every house and home…what am I?”

You raise your head exhaustedly, “A bath…or…” you try to not bring down his mood but you’re also so tired. So you walk into the bathroom and there’s your adorable nerd standing next to a bath with rose petals, plenty of bubbles and floofy towels for the both of you 🥺

“It was actually a bathtub, but you were close enough, I suppose.” He is already undressed so the only thing left to do is for you to get undressed and get in the bath together 🥰

Lots of kissing and cuddling ❤️❤️❤️

Also playing with bubbles (it’s you more than Ed, but he’s not complaining)

And of course: facts about bathing and showering 🤓

“So…wait…people in the Middle Ages only bathed four times a year?!” “Yup, after Christmas, on Easter, at the end of June, and the end of September!”

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