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goodday-goodmorn · 6 months

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Back on this account: Prefacing this that this work was wrote in like a day and like most of my things- i was too lazy to edit lol. The concept form todays work was injected into my brain by good old @auspicioustidings, check em out- they got some cool concepts and fics. (Particularly Firewatch- chefs kiss to that series), lots of soft, dark, kidnap-y, COD content 👍

Without further ado i present my impulsive thoughts on a page:

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“Committed to the Bit.”

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Summary: You’re at an utterly boring halloween party, about to leave when some scottish man dressed as a solider comes slinking into the bathroom and really goes ham with his whole ‘This place is dangerous, you aren’t supposed to be here- we gotta get you to safety’ act. Weird pick-up line approach but hey it fucking works. He’s just charming enough for you to play along with his bit. Because it is just a bit… right?

This party was kinda dull. Which really was a shame considering how high your expectations were. From what your friend said- it was supposed to be an immersive experience. The hosts were apparently old collage buddies with your friend who were halloween fanatics.

You friend has absolutely hyped them up, talking all about how when they threw parties they got into them and would always play up whatever dynamic they were going for with their costumes. Even to a level of mild public humiliation.

She once recounted the story of how one year, when dressed as a pair of vampires, they full on acted as though they were melting when someone brought a side of garlic breadsticks with the pizza. Fully committed to the bit it seems.

Because of the hosts being so dedicated to their act, of course it wasn’t uncommon for guests to act in a similar manner. Even those who didn’t have a running gag for the night were overall relaxed and had a good time being apart of the fun. It was a non-judgmental zone, filled with pretty decor and open people.

So of course, after hearing all about the welcoming and fucking amazing vibes of these parties- you had agreed to meet up with your friend at one.

Normally, you weren’t really one for parties, especially halloween ones because it was typically full of judgey, horny, strangers who would consider you weird- and you’d have to small talk and the songs almost always sucked because of course they couldn’t play actual halloween songs even if it killed them.

But after many reassurances from your friend, including videos and photos she had graciously provided you- you went to one.

To say you were disappointed was an understatement.

The costumes were amazing- high quality and expensive, hell the place was fucking stunning, all decked out in halloween gear and dark lighting. Even the building itself seemed perfect for this sort of thing- winding corridors, random locked rooms, ominous men in suits. Oh and don’t get you started on the snack table, shit was heavenly even if you were the only one touching it. The aesthetics of the party were great, But…

The vibes were way off. There was no rambunctious fun laughter and people grooving on the dance floor. Everyone seemed oddly reserved. Committed to their bits for sure, but well… there wasn’t much ah, variety to everyone’s act.

They all shared a similar vibe of like- domineering power. Which was definitely pretty fucking hot when it came to some people, (looking at you fancy vanpire lady), but it got boring after a while.

Safe to say your attempts at socializing were pretty shot. And what’s even worse, your friend? Yeah she didn’t even show up.

Tragic truly. You would call her to see if she made it here yet, but your phone was dead- and talking to any of the other party goers was a song and dance you didn’t wanna attempt again.

So here you are, in the bathroom, sitting by one of the sinks and charging your phone.

How lame.

You sigh, standing up to check yourself out in the mirror. At least your costume is fun, it’s a reference that only really you and you friend would get, but still, it made you happy to wear. It was a royal outfit, you looked like nobility, nice and fancy. Perhaps a barron, or maybe a princess, or a king- really it was up for anyone's interpretation. You fix up the head accessory, then fuss with your hair just to have something to do.

Maybe you should just leave, you were getting pretty bored of everything.

And it’s at that moment, as you’re sinking down to the bathroom floor to grab your charger that the most interesting thing of tonight bursts through the door.

You look at him, blinking once then twice. He does the same.

Eye candy.

That’s the first thought that comes to mind. Without an ounce of shame you let your eyes rack over his form, fitted in some sort of military outfit, tactical gear and even a prop gun. He makes it look damn good.

And then you stop admiring the hunk of prime meat in front of you because starring is rude. (Even if he is fucking amazingly charmingly rugged and god damn what you wouldn’t give to run your fingers through that mohawk of his and just tug-)

“That’s a good fucking costume.”

He pauses, looking at you with something confused and a bit bemused. And like an idiot you just can’t keep your mouth shut and blurt out more shit.

“Did ya have to bust through the door though? I mean like- don’t get me wrong it was cool as shit- really adds to the character here, big, hot, ah… military? guy.”

You wince, you’re making a fool of yourself. Luckily the man doesn't seem to mind.

(Johnny takes one look at you, your bag in a sink, your phone charging in the bathroom outlet, your clearly partly homemade costume that shows way more care than any of the other people in this joint and easily figures out-)

“L.T, Found a civvie.”

He mumbles into a- oh shit he’s got an earpiece and everything. Now that is cool. You tell him as such.

“Okay that is so fucking cool. Dude does that thing actually work? Man. How long did it even take for you to get this whole costume?”

He studies you with an odd look for a moment. You wonder if there’s actually anyone talking to him in that earpiece. Must be with the way he pauses. Slowly, he speaks; gentle.

“Not a costume lass. We ought to get you outta here, it's gonna be a shitshow soon.”

You blink. And then, you smile.

“Rightttt, not a costume. I getcha.”

“Not joking bonnie. This place is dangerous, filled with snakes. How did a wee thing like you even get in here?”

You smile, a bit pleased to banter with the first person who isn't doing the same old same old, ‘i know more than you, ooo im so big and powerful and scary’ act.

“Took a carriage ride and promised my roommate I'd be back by midnight.”

He eyes your royal esc outfit, not cinderella by any means but it still makes him smile slightly. (And boy if that isn't a sight, him looking you up and down and looking at you like that?)

“Cute. Then allow me to be yer escort princess.” He jerks his head in the direction of the bathroom door.

The statement is said with just enough sarcasm to make you bite down a grin. Hes very committed to this whole military operation act. And honestly? You were ready to leave anyway. Not to mention this guy was the only one who’d gotten your interest all night.

You grab your things and stuff them in your bag, slinging it over your shoulder tightly.

“Follow me, and ye gotta be quiet. Cant let anyone see us.”

You are more than willing to go along with his silly bit. And so you give him a clumsy salute, with a good natured smile.

“You got it captain.”

“Sergeant.”

He corrects you with an amused little puff of air. Clearly- hes just as pleased to have someone indulge him as you are to have someone interesting to talk to.

“You got it sergeant.” You repeat back with a graceful little half bow and amused smirk.

He turns back to the door, hands on his gun and before you go out you grab onto his arm.

“Wait!”

He turns to you with a raised eyebrow, eyes sharp, focused: wow hes a really good actor and hes got really pretty fucking eyes-

“Lassie?”

Oh yeah you can't get lost in his eyes just yet.

“Can I have a gun? For safety and all that- totally.”

“Hen… i don't think-”

“please sergeant? I promise I won't break it or anything! I just wanna get more into character ya know? pretty please Sir…?

…

(Johnny is not a good man. And fuck when he hears you call him by his rank, sir, asking so sweetly- your hands clasped in front of you- looking at him with a sheepish grin and pleading eyes. He wants to give you a damn bazooka if it means you keep talking sweet to him. Ghost is in his ear, telling him he better not bloody dare.)

(So of course…)

“You keep that safety on boonie. Hold it like this. If you gotta use it, don't be shooting or you’ll blow yer eye out. You toss the bloody thing in the direction of whatever it is you’re tryna hit- or you hand it to me. Is that clear?”

You nod vehemently, assuring him with little, yep’s and sure’s, and got it-’s. He raises a brow, mostly cause hes not sure if you’re actually taking this seriously. You take it for something else entirely though and then quickly say-

“Yes sir. Understood.”

(...Johnny is both damn disappointed hes on a mission, and greatful as fuck, because the only thing he wants to do is push you up against that wall, sneak his hands down your silly little costume and tease you until you’re a squirming mess. Asking you if you understand how hard hes gonna fuck you and hear your breath hitch as you answer back with a wanton “Yes sir”—)

“Sergeant…?”

You stare at the fellow and his intense gaze, wondering if you took it too far. Hes committed to his bit sure, but you didn't mean to overstep and make him feel like he had to give you a gun. Clearly they were expensive props, detailed and metallic and heavy.

Instead of speaking to you, he speaks to his earpiece, “just a precaution L.T, what if her majesty gets cornered? Little lass don't have a lick of combat training.”

You -far to ready to add to this stupid little bit- chime in,

“Yeah, they only teach you fencing and the waltz where i'm from.”

Johnny grins, “Com'on L.T”

(As much as Ghost hates to admit it- Johnny is right. And so be begrudgingly relents. It seems everyone is amused by how utterly oblivious you are because Gaz spares a laugh and a cheeky comment after Ghost's gruff voice.)

“Soooo… what's the verdict Sergeant? Did your uh… LT? That's lieutenant right-? Does he approve?”

In response, Soap carefully positions a gun in your hand, telling you with an edge to keep your fingers away from the trigger. (Safety is on of course, Johnnys not an idiot all the time.) You nod, holding onto the gun and feeling so cool.

Like that the two of you are off, sneaking around the winding corridors and hiding.

Honestly? This is the most fun you’ve had since you got here. Its all you can do to not bounce on your heels when you follow Soap around.

He's just so into this, that you can't help but be sucked in. Speaking in low tones to his ear peice, making sure you stick close, talking about positions and other military jargon that goes over your head. Oh and he does it all with this charming smile, like the situation is serious yes- but like he's still making sure you’re having fun. Trying to keep you comfortable. The energy is tense but in a good way. Electric even.

You find yourself holding your breath whenever you hide behind a corner, or when he tugs you to him and holds you still- god it's just so thrilling. Maybe because you’ve had a boring night, and cause he's charming and fun in all the right ways- but you’re having a blast.

Even when things seem to get even more tense.

You and Soap are currently nestled away in a little nook, a back corridor, a dead end. Soap curses, speaking into his earpiece. You can hear footsteps, someones coming. And if they see you and Soap- you'll surely be compromised.

(Which means your little game will likely come to an end. Most of the party people here are judgmental, ergo they probably won't appreciate your little roleplay. Its in this moment that you decide- fuck it, you dont want this to end.)

“Sergeant!” You whisper harshly, tugging off your fancy coat and draping it around him, “I’ve got a plan- trust me.”

He looks at you, mildly conflicted, he's about to say something but the footsteps are getting closer and you really need a cover story for why you’re lurking in a dark corner away from the party. You can only think of one reason two people would sneak away at a party.

Sue you for getting too into this silly game of pretend, but adrenaline spikes and next thing you know; you’re kissing him.

Rough and messy, needy. You let out your best wanton muffled moan. His eyes are wide, and for a moment you spiral, realizing what you’ve just done. Sure you were playing pretend and he was committed to the bit but you just kissed him for fucks sake- sexually harsssed him!

Oh god hes gonna hate you and you just ruined all that fun banter and any shot at ever speaking to the only decent person you’ve met all night—

He’s kissing back.

With sudden haste he pulls you close, kissing you back with a ferocity that short circuits your brain for a moment. His knee slots in between your legs, entangling you two, and then there's a soft thud as his back hits the wall.

Holy shit.

Your heart races, a slurry of adrenaline, of elation because he was playing along with your silly cover story, of something hot and molten because he was running his hands along your outfit desperately.

Amidst the heat of it all, the grinding of his knee between your legs- you don't even notice the fact that the footsteps stopped. Johnny does though. He breaks the kiss with a purposeful loud noise, when he sees your dazed and confused expression however- he quickly aims for your neck before you can say a word and accidently give away the clever cover story you thought of.

You gasp, the noise does wonders. He can hear whoevers about to round the corner shifting about, obviously realizing what's going on and debating if they should check to be sure or spare their eyes of the sight.

So of course, Johnny helps them decide by laying it on thick.

“Fuck atta girl hen, wanna hear you fall apart f’ me.”

He presses you against his knee, nibbling at your skin to make your breath stutter. Thankfully, you catch his words and seem to get at least to some level what he's doing.

So of course, because god damn it- you’re in the thick of this silly military operation act now- you’ve gotta commit. You moan out the worst thing you can think of to make someone go away. Which is of course—

“Daddy!”

(Johnny can hear Gaz fucking roaring with laughter over coms. It takes everything in himself not to laugh then and there. Luckily, having a pretty little thing pressed against his knee and trembling provides a good distraction. Still, he can't repress the grin.)

“Yeah? Need something kitten?” He captures your lips again, a quick kiss this time, just to leave you breathless for your next remark.

“Y-Your c-” Oh my fucking god you dont know if you’re struggling to speak because you’re trying your damndest not to laugh, or because you are painfully terribly aroused at due to his kisses and husky voice. Thank god he intervenes.

“Whats that kitty? Yer gonna have to speak up. Lemme hear that sweet voice of yours.”

He guides you across his knee, you tangle your hand in his hair, tugging that stupid mohawk close to kiss him again.

When you quickly pull away, you rush out the words, failing to hide the look of pure hysterical amusement on your face- luckily the rush of words is mistaken for neediness and not because you are seconds away from bursting into laughter.

“Your cock-”

He captured your laughter in another kiss, groaning to hide the sound of your stifled snickers.

Finally, after what seems like ages and yet too little time- he hears Ghost in his ear giving him the all clear. Not without clear amusement.

Johny backs off, panting heavily and listening. He hears nothing but empty air. Quietly he whispers,

“They’re gone.”

You pant as well, trying your best to keep your hysterical little giggles quiet. Johnny is right there with you, like fucking schoolgirls- the two of you giggle for a moment.

Ah but you should probably apologize.

“H-Hey im sorry by the way- for kissing you out of the blue like that, i didn't know if you’d be comfortable with it but uh- i kinda got invested in the whole-”

You wave a hand about as he backs off you, pulling his knee away from your heat between your legs.

“-‘Don't get caught’, thing. Sorry if i um- took it too far and make you uncomfortable…”

(Johnny looks down at you, pretty little oblivious thing, looking all sheepish and nervous as if there wasn’t the high potential you just saved both his and your asses with your quick thinking.)

“All good lassie. Good quick thinking.”

(As much as he’d love to tease you more about it- or even tell you just how much he enjoyed kissing you until you were breathless- he’s still on a mission, and you need to keep moving.)

(So for now, he settles for a hair ruffle and a wink. You smile all the same.)

The pair of you continue, and you are starting to wonder where you’re going. This ain’t the way you came in- though, you suppose coming in via the main entrance would defeat the point of the game. Which was of course: to sneak you out undetected. Walking through the hall of party-goers probably wouldn’t be the best call.

Still, it's odd when you find yourself stopping at a room. It appears to be locked, a passcode and everything. This doesn’t seem to be an issue though.

(“Intel says they left the hard drive here. Code is 269344041.” Johnny listens to Ghosts voice, inputting the code easily. He ignores the confused look you end him in favor of mumbling-)

“a’m in.”

You blink as he talks to his earpiece. Carefully and quietly as you enter the room, you ask,

“Um… sergeant? What are we doing in here?”

“Looking for a package hen.”

(“Should be in a small red box.” Ghost relays.)

“-Little red box. Help me look?”

You nod like the helpful little thing you are and begin to search the room. It’s a storage unit of sorts. Bunch of random shit, you even spot a cool ass box of skeleton bones. That you show to your newfound companion.

He grimaces and gently sets the box down away from your hands.

“Let’s not touch anything else alright lassie?”

It’s framed as a question but really it’s an order. You just shrug, and then remember your line was supposed to be, ‘yes sir.’

“Yes sir.”

The search doesn’t take long after that, a few minutes max before you spot a little red box high up on a shelf. All the things around it are collecting dust, but the dull red colored cardboard seems to be free of it. Placed there recently it seems.

Maybe this whole immersive thing was planned out, and maybe it was pure luck you got roped into it. Everything was awfully elaborate after all. With him knowing the code and stuff.

“Sergeant i think i found it.”

He’s on you in and instant,

“Where?”

You point up the shelf. “That it?”

He carefully grabs it, opens it up and shuts it before you can get a good look. Looked kinda like a flash drive? A flash drive inside a plastic baggie.

“That’s what we’re looking for alright. Good work lassie. Ye might as well be a recruit at this point.”

He’s joking it seems, so you smile back in turn.

“Lived a bit too cushiony of a life for military work i’m afraid.” You gesture once more to your royal outfit. “But i’ll consider the offer sergeant.”

He takes you by the arm, tucking the box into his vest and leading you to the door.

“Glad to hear it princess.”

After that, it’s more sneaking about, more little bits of banter whenever you can, and listening to him speak into his earpiece. It’s dreadfully fun, the most fun you’ve had all night and honestly? At any party ever.

Finally- Finally, you seem to make your goal as you feel open air on your skin. That took forever to get out, with how massive the place was, but by god it was fun sneaking around like a super spy with…

Oh. You come to the sudden realization that you don’t actually know his name. That and- you never gave him your name either.

Well, this is where you leave so…

“Hey i just realized i never got your name.”

He turns to you for a brief moment, his hands on your arm now, tugging you along away from the building so that the bouncers at the front won’t see you. The two of you stop a little ways away.

“Soap. Or Johnny if you’d prefer.”

He says it so simply, with such an easy smile.

“And you princess?”

You say your own back, and it sounds so nice on his tongue. So right.

“Um- if you wouldn’t mind-“ You’re fishing in your bag now for your barely charged phone, wanting to get his number because he seems like a stand up dude and-

Soap touches his earpiece, “Package and civilians secure L.T. Good to go.” He says it quiet enough you don’t hear it, too busy looking for your phone.

(“Roger. Gaz move in.”)

“-could i maybe get your number? After i find my phone, of course. it’s just uh, well i had a lot of fun. Truth be told the night was pretty shit before you found me so if it’s okay with y-“

Your eyes widen when you see behind Soap, several Military troops storming the place, all of them holding what look to be- very real guns.

“What the fu-?”

You start, dropping your phone in a shock and completely shattering the poor device against the pavement.

Johnny can’t seem to bite down his grin.

Slowly, and yet all too fast, everything clicks as soon as you hear gunshots.

At a snails pace your head turns towards Johnny. Soap. The sergeant. The real sergeant.

“I did tell ya it wasn’t a costume hen.”

You were such a fucking idiot.

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Awkwardly you sit in your chair, taken in for interrogation. Less that and more for protocol considering everyone agreed you didn’t know jack shit.

Apparently, you went to the wrong party and somehow ended up at a terrorist gathering, which would explain the weird vibes of all the guests. And the super big and confusing building. And the many locked doors. And the—

The more you thought about it, the more stupid you felt so at some point in the hours of being on this stupid military base, you stopped.

To your utter horror and humiliation: Soap was a real sergeant. On a real mission. And he gave you a real ass fucking gun. And you had kissed him and oh god he had his knee between your fucking legs- you called him daddy.

Physically unable to handle the shame and embarrassment, you make a noise similar to that of a dying cat and bury your face in your hands.

The person ‘interrogating’ you, (a nice man that everyone called Gaz), just laughed. At the very least your misery was amusing.

“I am- so, so so fucking sorry, oh my god i’m such an idiot.”

“Don’t worry about it love. It helped to keep you calm. Better than dealing with panicking eh?”

You nodded because he made sense. It didn’t mean you were happy about it- but it did make sense. Soap tried to tell you after all. Honestly it was probably for the best you thought it was all a joke. Who knows what you would have done if you knew it was for real, probably panicked and gotten both yourself and him killed.

Gaz pats your head, an amused but sympathetic smile on his face.

(God fucking damn it, were all sergeants just naturally this fucking charming??? …You don’t have a thing for military guys do you?)

When the captain of this whole thing walks in, John Price; with a smile like that of a damn koala bear and air of authority- you decide that, yeah. Maybe you do have a thing for military types.

Go figure.

“You're free to go love.”

You sigh with relief, mostly because you don’t physically think you can handle anymore embarrassment. Your face is starting to hurt from all the cringing you’ve been doing. How are you ever gonna live this down?

“Afraid your phones broken though. Do you know the way home?”

No. Obviously not. You were taken here via military truck with the other soldiers. Frankly you could be in a different country right now and you wouldn’t know because you passed out at some point from the sheer embarrassment of it all.

(Price of course, knows this. He just wants to see you squirm a little longer. Is it wrong? Yeah. But he’ll be damned if you aren’t the most fun thing to mess with.)

“Um no- sir.” You tack on the title quickly, unsure exactly what to call him.

“Alright. I’ll have one of my men escort you home.”

As long as it’s anyone but Johnny you should be able to survive a car ri-

“Soap.”

Fuck.

“Take my car and escort the little lady back home.”

…You just had to think it, didn't you?

(Price knows he’s cruel for messing with you. Mean and terrible really. But the face you make when he calls Soap into the room? Where you look like you go through every stage of grief before landing on depression in .5 seconds?)

(Priceless.)

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The car ride is just as excruciating as you thought it would be. Even worse- Soaps a good guy. Charming and fun, sweet even. He jokes and teases you but tries his damnest to make the car ride as comfortable as possible.

Hell he even offers to stop someplace and buy you something for the road. And offer you not let would refuse; but you were at the base for hours, and it’s like 2 AM and you are exhausted and hungry and embarrassed.

So the two of you get some takeout, and eat in Prices car. You would be worried about eating in the car, but Soap makes you comfortable, assuring you the captain would probably be more upset if he let you go home on an empty stomach.

The rest of the drive is cozy after that. He pulls laughter out of you, and embarrassed groans but it’s all in good fun.

By the time you get home, you’re most definitely a little unsteady on your feet just due to how tired you are. He helps you out of the car, and even walks you to your door.

Before he leaves, you awkwardly debate giving him your number. Just so you could buy him drinks or something later down the line to make up for your utter stupidity today- but then you remember your totaled phone.

Damn.

And then, a god seemingly hears your prays because he’s slipping you a sheet of paper.

Drowsily you blink down at it to find a king number string. A phone number.

When you snap your eyes back up to him, he’s grinning.

“You wanted it right lass? Give me a call sometime.”

And then, he’s winking and walking away. Just like that.

…huh. Maybe you should go to parties more often.

#john soap mactavish #soap x reader #cod fanfic #tf 141 x reader #(kinda?)#Kissing #fanfic #go look at auspicioustiddings they’re cool #Read Firewatch #I don’t normally write romance tbh #Those were definitely probably not prop bones #Also reader 100 percent shows up with baked goods down the line #Bro is never gonna live this down #I wouldn’t either #The embarrassment could kill a man.

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deprivedofbraincellsandsleep · 5 months

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(this will suck so be prepared lol)

-> general knowledge:

i have nothing in my brain: she/her: penname is zia: I can't shut up: ambivert??: new swiftie: love olivia: cancer (dont believe in zodiac signs tho): love cats: ISTP-T: lazy as hell: have the 24/7 urge to yeet myself off my balcony

-> my aesthetic(mentally):

(credits to @daydream-of-a-wallflower for the moodboard)

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-> books:

harry potter/marauders era: all for the game: pjo: folk of the air: a good girls guide to murder: the inheritance games: keeper of the lost cities: six of crows: the naturals: diary of a wimpy kid (I forgot everything else I've read+I don't join the fandom of every book/series I read sooo yeah)

-> movies/TV shows:

the umbrella academy: OBX: shadow and bone: gilmore girls: jurassic franchise/camp cretaceous (no I'm not one of those fanatics that knows everything abt the dinosaurs): carmen sandiego: do all my childhood movies, shows and cartoons count?? (I rarely watch movies and shows+I've forgotten everything I have watched)

-> music:

olivia rodrigo: gracie abrams + i listen to songs from other artists but I don't listen to them enough to be a fan (++ I also listen to random songs from random artists and my playlist is a mess)

-> artists I listen to but not in a fandom: sabrina carpenter: conan gray: chase atlantic: arctic monkeys: the neighborhood: one direction: my chemical romance

the rest is all a jumble of random songs from random artists

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-> @alexandriasonly Ria<3 (my fanfic and cat pookie)

-> @iburntmybrotherwithdeodorant Aryaaa<3 (she's a baby😹)

-> @sophiesonlinediary Lady Sophie<3 (my honorary sister yall)

-> @lost-in-reveriie Addy<3 (my loser)

-> @pathologicalpeoplepleaser22 Hazel<3 (I'm calling u that sue me)

-> @mqstermindswift Nicky<3 (my emotional motivator and absolute sweetheart)

-> @urbanflorals Emma<3 (the one who screams lyrics with me)

-> @skeelly Kristen<3 (my baguette)

-> @art-of-fools Steph<3 (my yap twin)

-> @that-multi-fandom-hijabi Nova Artino<3 (READ RENEGADES RN IF U HAVENT CUZ THE MC HAS THE SAME NAME AS U)

Other special moots: @daydream-of-a-wallflower (Kit kat<3) @silence-between-seconds (Hey Siri™<3) @urapocolypticcrush (Rose<3) @imthatweirdratinthecorner (Remy from ratatouille<3) @foaming-sea (Deep<3) @the0nlyallison (Ally cat<3)

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-> there's literally nothing interesting abt me

-> why r u still here

-> I hate sports, very much prefer to stay inside

-> I read too much fanfiction, scroll too much on tumblr and pinterest

-> team jameson but I love Grayson, he is my pookie

-> I hate phone girl (sorry pooks)

-> I'm the biggest procrastinator in history and I have a very short attention span and reading is my coping mechanism and my comfort thing

-> I also know how to crochet but I barely do it

-> I rarely have motivation to do anything

-> I love taking sky pics

-> I LOVE stars

-> I wanna learn how to skateboard

-> I fight on here with @maxhastingsno1hater so ignore it if u see me being mean to her, shes my irl friend

-> @jamesonhawthorneisw is my irl (and only) bsf so I might be mean to her too

-> free Palestine, if u support Israel then get off my page

《 this is it for now so um I hope we have common interests and I'll try to update this when I remember more stuff or join more fandoms 》

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builtbybrokenbells · 6 months

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#19 Danny 😍❤️🌧️

Person A joining person B in the rain.

Pairing: danny x reader

W/c: 1.5k

Warnings: fluff!

sorry i suck so bad at answering my asks 😭 i hope you enjoy lovely!! 🫶🏻 thank you for requesting

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“Do you hear that?�� You hummed, a smile lingering on your lips as tiredness danced in your eyes. Limbs were tangled in the sheets to the point where you no longer knew which body part belonged to who. You peeked up at your boyfriend through heavy eyelids, stopping for a moment to admire the breathtaking beauty of his face. His eyes were closed, but you knew he wasn’t asleep; his fingers were still tracing light shapes on the bare skin of your thigh that was draped over him.

“Hear what?” He mumbled, so close to slumber yet unwilling to give in. He was enjoying the moment of intimacy far too much to part with it just yet.

“The rain.” You whispered, straining a little harder to hear the pitter-patter of the droplets against the roof.

“Huh,” he cracked one eyelid open, peering towards the window. “Didn’t even notice.” He knew you loved the rain and all that came along with it. The smell in the air, the haze of grey clouds in the sky, the fog that lingered near the ground. You were a fanatic for lazy days, and rain always ensured you could get away with them. There was still a bit of light in the sky, letting you know that the day was nearly over, but you still had time to enjoy it if you wanted.

The gloomy skies were present from the minute you woke, but only teased rain for the rest of the day. You had taken full advantage of the weather, lazing around in Danny’s t-shirt alone in the earliest hours. When noon rolled around, Danny found himself free for the rest of the day, surprising you with his company. He was quick to join you in the relaxation; it started in the living room, sharing kisses and taking turns laying on each other while you ignored the television in the background. Then, you moved on to dinner, cooking while still finding it impossible to keep your hands off of each other. Then, you retired to the bedroom, where you found yourselves in the comfort of your bed as you continued your laziness even further. You were practically atop of him, your leg and your arm strung carelessly across his body while he held you there, ensuring you wouldn’t move away.

You did find your day of rest catching up to you. A sudden restlessness had taken over you as your body begged you for some form of excitement. He could tell you were growing antsy; he knew you better than you knew yourself most days. The life came back to your voice, the lull of sleep no longer calling to you. As much as he would have liked to cater to the need, the energy hadn’t seem to catch up to him the same as it did for you. “Come on,” you said, making a move to get out of bed. His grip on you tightened, a groan of protest sounding from him.

“Where?” He complained, unwilling to let you leave, let alone follow you.

“Surprise.” You said, fighting his hold with a laugh rising in your throat. Both of his eyes were open now, but not fully caught up to speed. He couldn’t help but laugh too, amused by your frantic attempt to free yourself from his arms. He rolled over, pulling you back into him with ease, but not because he was protesting your actions. Now, he was only trying to annoy you. “Let go!” You giggled, face pressed into his chest as he muffled your plea for freedom.

“Not until you tell me where you’re going.”

“I told you, it’s a surprise!” You complained, trying to pry his arm off of you. After a moment, you freed yourself from his hold, but not because you had won the battle of strength. He gave in, knowing that you wouldn’t stop fighting even if your life depended on it. If there was one thing for certain about your relationship, it was that he loved to tease, and you loved to fight back. It was fun, never allowing for a boring moment, and it was incredibly endearing. You missed it terribly when he was gone on tour.

Before he could even think about grabbing you again, you rolled off the mattress and to your feet, a smile of triumph on your lips. He didn’t need to point out that he let you win, because you both already knew. Plus, your elation was too charming for him to diminish. He loved seeing you happy, even if it meant he had to pretend to take a loss. Within an instant, you darted towards the bedroom door, disappearing around the corner and into the hallway. You could hear his slow footsteps following you, nowhere near as enthusiastic about getting out of bed. By the time you were at the patio door in the kitchen, he was only halfway down the hallway. When he heard you slide open the door, he picked up his pace.

“What are you doing?” He laughed, catching up to you before you could make your big break.

“Going outside.” You replied, not bothering to look back at him before you stepped into the rain.

“Y/n, get back in here. You’re going to get sick.” He said, leaning against the open door. It was quite the sight to behold; he was staring at you shirtless in the doorway, and you were dancing around in the rain on your back porch in nothing but his shirt.

“Come out here with me.” You pleaded, holding a hand out to him.

“No!” He laughed, finding the idea ridiculous. “Come back in here with me.”

“Mmm, no.” You shook your head, looking up to the cloudy sky as raindrops trickled down your face. Your smile was blinding, and you were already soaked.

“I’m not letting you back in here like that.”

“Like what?” You asked as if you had no idea what was wrong.

“You’re all… soggy.” He said, trying to place the right word to the description. “Cold and wet… and cold. Did I mention that?” He listed.

“Come here.” You tried again. You were stuck in a standoff. He wasn’t willing to join you, and you weren’t willing to give up. After a few seconds of silence, he let out a sigh of defeat, stepping outside and into the unfavourable weather. You let out sound that radiated pure glee through the air, stepping towards him and wrapping your arms around him.

“You’re crazy.” He said, but his hands were already snaking around your waist and he was looking at you with nothing but love.

“And soggy, apparently.” You laughed, finding his description funny and fully knowing that he didn’t mean a word of what he said.

“Yeah, crazy and soggy.” He agreed.

“But you love it.”

“How could I not?” He muttered, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. The ran washed over you as the cool air enveloped you, but you were filled with nothing but warmth and light. No matter the weather, you knew he would always produce that feeling within you. He was a ray of sunshine, carrying the warmth with him wherever he went, and you were incredibly lucky to be able to experience it. “Is this good enough for you? Can we go inside now?” He asked, barely parting from you as he spoke.

“One more kiss.” You challenged, but the request was unimportant because he was already planning on doing it, anyway. You cupped his cheek in your hand as his lips landed on yours once again, savouring every bit of sweetness the moment had to offer.

“Okay, now get in the house.” He said, pulling away from you. “I don’t want you getting sick.” You gave a nod, accepting his demand as he gave you a light push towards the door. As you stepped away, his hand landed with a sharp slap on your ass, making you jump at the contact. You whipped your head around only to find him laughing at your reaction.

“I’ll lock you out here.” You threatened, stepping inside.

“You wouldn’t.” He brushed you off. He was right, and both of you knew it. You didn’t have the heart to be mean to him even for a second.

“Race you to the shower.” You said, ignoring his rebuttal and slipping your shirt over your head. You tossed it back in his direction as you moved towards the bathroom, not bothering to stop and wait for a reaction. He closed the door, listening to you giggle as you disappeared once again. With a smile on his lips, he chased after you, much happier with the dance in the rain knowing the reward that was now waiting for him. Then again, even if there was no promise of anything more than a kiss in the cold rain, he would still be more than happy to join you, because a moment with you was worth more than the world to him.

boyfriend Danny actually kills me. beating my head against a wall rn.

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inknopewetrust · 20 days

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 [𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮] [𝒔𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌]

summary: the colors of life change with time, but the music that narrates it lives on forever in one, standstill moment of the 1990s where success and passion came tumbling down. Years later, the story is declassified.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: minors dni (18+), this is based off of fleetwood mac/daisy jones and the six so imagine mid-80s and 90s rock scene, language, lil bit a spice, a whole lotta angst, enemies to lovers to enemies to…

In a world where words meant so much, it was difficult to find them at a time where they were needed.

The cool wire weaved against your skin. Its path crawling like a snake of retrospection from the bottom of your chair to your chest. There was a pebble of sweat threatening to spill from the top of your hairline in the hot California sun which made you think:

"Why the fuck did I ever move out of Indiana?"

But if you closed your eyes, you could recall why. A sickening, thunderous roar of the crowd–you could still hear it now. Somewhere, thumping in the back of your mind as their chants filled a space that breathed a new life within you as the another was dying.

An echo chamber of the taste of metal against lips; the white knuckle grip that still threatened to slip from your grasp.

The woman who sat across from you had a plastic smile on her lips. For her, it was nothing more than a job. An exploitive adventure where you'd be sticking headlines and messages across platforms for weeks to come because of this tell-all documentary.

"When did you know?"

Against cynicism the inevitable hardness of the culture you had immersed yourself in at one time had risen again and the attitude that rose promised a truthful reflection of your experience.

On the floor beside the mics battery pack, a half smoked carton of cigarettes met a glazed palm and the woman watched as a perfectly rolled stick land between two mauve lips. As the flame sparked, your eyes darted to hers.

"Know what?" you muttered between the smoke.

“When it was finally over?”

You could feel the breath being sucked out of your soul. The shudder radiating like a shutter letting rain inside of the home in the canyon; kissing the very center of a heartbeat that stopped at the sight of a pair of eyes, shoes peaking through a doorway.

The cigarette burned between your fingers. Ticking away like a bomb with scorching red embers fighting its casing.

“The Album was the best and worst thing to ever happen to any of us… that sounds ridiculous,” you scoffed, shaking your head and the woman quirked her head.

“It sounds ridiculous that something so magical, something so brilliant, can make those who built it feel small. It put us in a fishbowl and it took every last drop from our cup before it dried up and cracked under the heat… that's when I knew it was over."

She shifted in her seat, readjusting the papers to organize her thoughts. You imagined there was no sounder way of stating it. It was the truth, frank, and to the point but something the rest of them negated to realize or speak into words.

But she shook her head. “Yes, the band… but what of the relationships?”

“None of us had known about Steve and Nancy, Robin and Vickie had barely interacted until their writing began and by the end… well you can read plenty of articles about the end of it all.”

You drew from the cigarette again. Smoke filling the air around you like a mist; the woman kept digging.

“And Eddie and yourself?”

“Well…”

That heart-skipping beat never left. Laurel Canyon was so far away, the studio was a memory, and the stage was a phantom piece of your imagination yet the simple mention of a name so far removed was enough to make time stand still.

Somewhere, a young woman frozen and left wondering the "what if" of a life not shrouded by fanatics and the thrumming of a guitar. Somewhere, lost in the violence of a summer and the shattered glass of a heart left on a stoop, that girl remained inside.

“It was always complicated.”

“So,” she shrugged at you as if the conversation was nothing more than such. It wasn’t as though she was here to get all the details of every part of a life that had already played out in public if people had only been paying attention.

It wasn’t as though she was cracking open a mountain full of jeweled memories that had crystalized themselves in the past.

“When did it all go wrong?”

Feeling the sting of the camera focus on your face, there were two responses to this question that many had already answered before you:

"When did it all go wrong?" You lamented to yourself.

When did you know it was over? When did it all go wrong?

The woman's eyes glistened in excitement. Her story was unraveling before her. You took a drag again.

Fuck. You thought to yourself.

And the film began to play.

A/n: I'm excited to get back in the writing game - especially with Eddie. Let me know your early thoughts! Yay, nay, slay?

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x fem #eddie munson x female reader #reader x eddie munson #eddie munson x #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #x reader #fanfic #x female reader #joseph quinn #eddie x reader #eddie x you

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serialunaliver · 24 days

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The person in your comments arguing for how *these* US sanctions are actually good and altruistic… every time you think you’ve met every kind of tumblr loser they create a new one. I can comprehend voteblue fanatics better than whatever’s going on with that person. At least tumblr libs admit Biden sucks most of the time now, they just benefit from his status quo so his flaws don’t bother them too much. What’s the sanctions defender getting out of it??

i'm tired this morning because I stayed up until like 2am arguing with that person

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au-wannabe-the-very-best · 7 months

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Okay so, I just stumbled upon the misplaced super train au, and I love it? I started a fanfic on AO3 that's sorta like this -the depo workers- but this feels so wonderful and wholesome! I want to consume it with all my being! (((: I love this idea, and I can't wait to see where it goes from here. I do wonder though, what is Ingo and CO's reaction with Adaman? I can only imagine it's a bit into 3 months after they land, and Adaman finally decides it's safe to check out and just, meets this whole ?clan? of people living in the mountains? With Pokemon he's never even heard of in the clan legends? I just like to think his mind would be blown over and over. Or maybe there is a post with him in it, and I simply missed it. That would suck-

Oh Adaman would absolutely be blown away. And he is absolutely the person who got closest to figuring out where this weirdo clan came from— perhaps he's even the one to make Big Mouth Cameron panic and say they're from another world entirely.

Since Adaman's clan are such fanatics about time, it really isn't too much of a stretch for Adaman to be like "HM. These guys might be from the FUTURE."

I should mention that Ingo and the agents don't. "Land." They come straight out of a distortion, so the train remained on the ground the whole time. It just sort of crashed through a bunch of trees, wheels screeching from the emergency breaks, train whistle screaming... Horrible, still, but if the train fell out of the sky I'm like 100% positive everyone would be dead lol. They weren't summoned by Arceus so they don't have that fall damage protection like Akari does.

In any case, they would still get spotted by Melli because it's a whole ass train with 21 cars to it, it's BIG and it's LOUD, and it's probably billowing heaps of smoke and fire from that crash. Melli is probably clutching at his hair in stress because what the FUCK is THAT MONSTER??? and then he sees PEOPLE crawling OUT OF THE MONSTER?!??!?

Melli would definitely tell Adaman about it, but seeing is believing so Adaman would have to investigate himself. By this point Ingo is in the process of getting shoved dragged out of the most damaged train car and the depot agents are frantically wailing about their BOSS being INJURED. YONA THE BOSS IS BLEEDING WHAT DO WE DO—

Adaman coming just in time to see Sneasler coming down and just. Shoving the very injured man who is apparently the leader into her basket. And running off.

And then a trail of people in matching outfits running after her. Leaving behind that big metal monstrosity that Adaman is obviously not gonna touch with a ten foot pole.

Adaman's first encounter with these people was barely an encounter but it was pretty weird as is.

#Misplaced Super Train #Submas #Subway Boss Ingo #Warden Melli #Clan Leader Adaman #Ingo #PLA Ingo

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yanderenightmare · 1 year

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Hi there, question kind of? How would you rank the Haikyuu boys (not all of them clearly you can pick) in terms of most likely to be possessive towards their partner? I'm curious of your take :)

HAIKYUU ! HEADCANONS

haikyuu boys x darling

TW: yandere, possessive, obsessive and controlling behaviour, abuse, manipulation

Most possessive haikyuu boys, you say...

Is all of them an option?

I mean... these are competitors, and personally, I think competitors are a very specific breed of somewhat toxic feelings – and that’s aside from their grandiose sense of self. We have a name for it in Norwegian; we call them competition-humans– which basically refers to that feral state some people get into during a competition, where they have complete tunnel vision and lack all sorts of a moral compass in their chase of victory.

And I think competitors as yanderes view love with that same type of tunnel vision. How they have a goal to reach, and nothing and no one is going to stop them, and nothing and no one is going to take it away from them.

That being said… I think some of the Haikyuu boys are more competitive than others.

Oikawa Toru Possessive & Controlling

“If you’re gonna hit it, hit it ‘til it breaks.” – that’s his motto, stating his principle of never going at things half-assed – his aim to be the best, in addition to the middle finger he shows anyone who doesn’t cut it.

Victory is his way of life. And his relationships better live up to it. Anything less would just be embarrassing.

Losing his girl would be embarrassing.

Moreover, anything you do reflects on him, and he’d be damned if it reflects poorly. So you bet your ass he’s possessive of you – and controlling. You’re part of his great empire of success, and losing you would be like this huge stain, this huge defeat – failure. And Oikawa Toru doesn’t fail. Oikawa Toru doesn’t get defeated. Oikawa Toru doesn’t lose.

Kageyama Tobio Possessive & Obsessive

The perfect set can’t be completed if he drops the ball. You are his perfect set, and he’s never ever dropping the ball with you – never losing you and never ever letting you go.

He wants you screaming his name in the bleachers – be his cheerleader – keep your eyes on him and only him. Tell him how great he was. Be his victory prize, his trophy, his treat.

He wants to feel you at his fingertips – drag them over your smooth skin and just touch you – keep you all to himself. And he doesn’t want anyone doing the same. Seeing people talk to you is bad enough. He needs you to focus on him like he’s the only one on the court, and everyone else is just extras – sorry pawns in his triumph.

Kuroo Tetsuro Possessive & Smug

You’re the biggest reason behind that big fat grin of his – because he knows that he has something no one else has. His object of envy – a big 'ol fuck you to absolutely everyone.

More than a trophy, more than arm candy, more than a crown atop his head – you’re his lucky golden ticket into heaven – his cheat sheet that makes him feel like a winner – superior. And everyone else can suck it.

They can look all they want – seethe with jealousy – hate him. It’ll only make him savor it more. Seeing those frustrated looks on people’s faces, like he’s beating them – like he’s got something that everyone else wants but can’t have because it’s his.

Kenma Kozume Possessive & Fanatical

Losing you means game over – and he isn’t in the mood to restart. He’s put time and effort into your relationship – and since life’s only option is hardcore mode, he hasn’t been able to leave any checkpoints.

You’re not player two; you’re all the valuable loot he’s picked up along the way. His precious inventory. His xp and upgrades and level x – his special limited edition item. You belong to him; he’s earned you.

He’s been dedicated and worked hard and put too much effort into achieving you – so no way is he about to share you with anyone who hasn’t chipped in, and he’s most certainly not about to lose you either.

They’d have to beat him first.

Kyotani Kentaro Possessive & Dogged

He goes for the throat. People can test him – fucking try it – they’d be lucky if they could count the cuts, fractures, and breaks. He doesn’t let up easily, and once he sees a sliver of red – he isn’t stopping until that’s all he sees.

And you – try and leave; he’s like a dog with a bone – his canines will remain deep and only bite down deeper if you try and break free. The look on his face is enough to make you wince without the way he twists your hair in his fist.

People are afraid to be seen with you. Talking to you is like blood on the breeze, and maddog comes at them with fangs bared, ready to bite before barking. He doesn’t take it easy on you either – like a hound tearing his toy apart before another pup can get to it.

tip-jar: Kofi

#yandere haikyuu #yandere haikyu x reader #yandere oikawa #yandere kageyama #yandere kuroo #yandere kenma #yandere kyotani #yandere #yandere writing #haikyu x reader #haikyu smut #haikyuu

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orgverse · 10 months

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ok ok ok hard thought i’m been thinking, one you could say has been steaming around in my head for the past few days !!

HEAR ME OUT san with an oral fixation on your tits like he just likes em!! a boob fanatic and enthusiastic you will!! wearing a low cut shirt? he just wants to feel you up! not in any type of disrespectful way he just loves every part of you yaknow?!!!

one of my main headcanons for san is that he loves boobs. touching them, squeezing them, sucking on them! he loves them.

and you know how much he loves your boobs which is why you purposely wear low cut shirts or walk around with no bra. so you can watch how his eyes fixate on your breast as he watches them peek out of your shirt. he feels himself drool as he watches them bounce as you plop down next to him. you’re purposely teasing him, he knows it.

“san, are you listening?” you ask your boyfriend. san was sure you didn’t say anything, but he honestly wasn’t sure. especially when he was so focus on your chest.

“no,” he said before he’s moving you to lay down across the couch. him between your legs as he comes to rest between them. his hand immediately come to grope your boobs. pulling your shirt down and letting them pop out. san groans as he squeezes them together. massaging them before he’s leaning down to lick and suck on one of your nipples while he pinches and teases the other one before switching.

all you can do is moan as you let him do as he please to your boobs. his name the only thing that can leave your lips and san is eating it up. letting it boost his ego as he continues to alternate his attention. lovebites appearing on your skin and with each new one, he presses kisses all over skin.

and while he’s doing all this, you can’t ignore how he’s rutting into the couch beneath him. moaning at the feeling of your nipple in his mouth as he sucks but also how constricted his underwear feel cause of hard he is. and he’s weak for you, obviously. and when you give his hair one harsh tug and then he’s coming in his pants. a low groan his escaping his lips as he smothers himself in your chest.

#ateez smut #ateez x reader #ateez san smut #ateez san x reader

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h4rring1on · 2 years

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𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦

warnings: fingering, praise kink, subspace, steve treating you the way you were supposed to be treated <3

pairing: steve harrington x roommate!reader

ೃ༄*ੈ✩

steve sat in his desk, working on whatever assignment they’ve given him this time, y/n and steve have been roommates for almost a year now

they’ve grown into each other and we’re now basically best friends.

steve stopped whatever he was doing once he heard the keys jingling, knowing it was her. but what he didn’t know is that she’d be coming into his room

she walked in, clearly looking like hell

“peach, what happened?” steve asked as he got up and headed towards her

“went to billy’s…” she said, and steve was quick to understand, the two had an odd relationship, it wasn’t even one at that. he uses her every single time and steve told her not to go back, but she had issues, “gave me towel and sent me out the door”

steve’s blood boiler at the thought, but then again this happens a lot. she was lucky if he even let her finish. but it was never this bad

“why’d you go back there, again?” he asked

“he told me i was his good girl…nobody’s as good as me—just wanna be his good girl” her words were scrambled and steve got what happened, she was far into subspace

“okay, okay—cm’ere” he said, gently guiding her to the bed and on his lap

“my tummy hurts so bad” she whispered, tears falling down her cheeks

“he didn’t let you finish, hm?” he said and sighed, “want me to take care of that for you?”

“please” she whined and began grinding on his lap

“okay, okay, patience, peach” he said, he slid down her shorts to reveal the wet patch that sat on her pink laced panties, “m’gonna take ‘em off, okay?”

“okay” she nodded, steve pulled down the panties, he could feel himself harden at the sight of her glossy cunt, but this wasn’t about him. it was about her.

he gently slid a finger inside her, causing her to moan, he started pumping at a normal pace

“poor baby, didn’t get to cum”

“uh uh” she shook her head, her lips parting due to the feeling

“that’s alright baby, i’ll take care of you” he said, sliding another finger inside and pumping at a faster pace

“stevie!” she moaned out

“gonna take care of you, peach” he said, his thumb now rubbing the little nub on top

“please, please!” she moaned, squirming out of his grasp

“need to cum?”

she nodded fanatically, “cum for me baby, cum”

the girl rode out her orgasm, and took a second to breathe

“where are you going?” she said in a low voice as she saw steve get up

“cm’on, let’s clean you up, peach”

note: this kind of sucked BUT i made a much better version of this with eddie!! check it out if u want babes <3

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #stranger things 4 #stranger things smut #eddie munson fluff #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x gender neutral reader #steve harrington x henderson!reader #steve harrington x mayfield!reader #steve harrington x original character #steve harrington x platonic!reader #steve harrington x plus sized reader #stranger things x reader

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sofoulandfairaday · 6 months

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i can't decide which i like more:

the idea - very much canonical and in the author's original concept and view of magic - of the dark arts taking a toll on one's exterior and looks. tom riddle sacrificing his beauty willingly in the name of eternal life, black magic as something that innately corrupts. bellatrix escaping from azkaban with the barest vestiges of her ancient beauty. going from one of the most beautiful women in england to a shell of her former self and no amount of dark magic being able to fix it. and she just. doesn't care. goes from pretty, proud and vain in her youth, to the feverish, fanatical glow harry sees in the department if mysteries. finally she sheds the petal of the rose - look like the innocent flower, her master had once said - and only the thorns remain. the parallel with voldemort himself. the idea that they like each other better now, the only ones to like their respective new appearances better. bellatrix because she can taste the power radiating off him, because she knows how resentful he was of his old face. (oh, he's never said anything explicitly, he would rather be flayed alive than speak of his filthy muggle father to her, but she knew he didn't like himself, took no pride in his aesthetics, it was most unusual, really.) the dark lord because he's reminded of her sacrifice - she was the only one who didn't denounce him, who tried to find him - every time he looks at her. she gave up everything for him: her reputation, her family, her freedom, her health, her beauty, her youth.

or.

the horcruxes are an isolated case. not all prices to pay for power are physical. some dark magic sucks at your humanity, your emotional regulation, your empathy and gives back superficial little gifts. its roots are far from the deep anger, desperation to cling to life of an horcrux. these are ancient witches' remedies to be the most envied in the village. the idea that rotten cores hide behind the prettiest faces. and bellatrix was always vain, always took immense pride in her beauty, her black, pure features. when she escapes from azkaban she tries everything in her power to be herself once again. she still drips with obsession but gradually regains all of her beauty too. cruel people can still be beautiful. gorgeous people can still be inhuman. and yet there is something so human about a woman making her way through the ranks of a very militarised group and still caring so much about what she looks like, still having insecurities, being preoccupied with mundane things like age and decay - and hating it because he would hate it, he hates weakness, and still not being able to help herself. the dark lord was always a collector of shiny things, was he not?

#sorry for the ineloquent stream of consciousness. it's midnight i am exhaused and once again in a bellamort brainrot #better yet - bellatrix and her relationship with her gender is something that i find so fascinating and that few people explore properly #and the differences between bellatrix and voldemort and how they would perceive certain things (e.g. physical beauty)#being a children's book hp uses the very common trope that ugly = bad #the villains are all deprived of their good looks somehow #except in lockhart's case where he literally loses his wits (the whole point of his character - very dante-esque as a punishment)#and dark magic clearly takes a toll on your body #i like characters that are described as imperfect and that are forced to make sacrifices. would bella give this up for her master? yes.#would it be painful? i find that i like both versions of her.#bellatrix lestrange #lord voldemort #bellamort #bellatrix black

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semicolonsspace · 8 months

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hi hi, i saw that u asked for requests so i was thinking abt hate sex with stiles.. like u guys have hated eachother since elementary and now u guys are in highschool but there’s a lot of tension and reader does the last thing to tic him off and yeah. i didn’t really know how to put this in words srry😭

No No! I get you, Angry Stiles is hot; Let's try it! Warnings: Grinding, p in v, fingering, degradation Scott and Lydia hear everything from the other room, Blood kink if you squint?

Y/n was best friends with Lydia Martin her whole life. Ever since she bumped into Lydia at the playground when you were young. Y/n loved her, and she would do anything for Lydia. That being said, Y/n would scare the boys away for her. Lydia had this guy named Stiles Stilinski who was rumored to be obsessed with her. That being said, Y/n hated him. There was no way, this scrawny guy would get through Y/n to her. Not on her watch.

Stiles knew how close she was with Lydia, and he hated her that just more because of it. Like seriously, she was always there. Everywhere Lydia was, Y/n was there. That killed him, he had no chance with Lydia because of Y/n. Not like he even tried to go after Lydia. He liked Y/n, but she was mean to her so he was mean back.

Stiles had his eyes out for Y/n ever since he saw Lydia and you in science class in seventh grade.

Y/n sat at the lacrosse practice with Lydia as she was cheering for her friends Scott and Stiles. Unfortunately, Lydia made Y/n cheer with her, having you help her hold up a sign with her. Y/n didn't know why she had to do so, she didn't complain as it was pissing Stiles off even more somehow.

Stiles stood on the field, sweat dripping from his forehead. He glared at her from afar before he focused back on the game. Y/n felt his glare and smirked, having bothered him even more while not even having to try.

That was before Y/n looked up to the mystery sign that read "Scott for the win!" Y/n laughed knowing why he was angered now.

Y/n fixed her hair quickly, pulling it into a ponytail. A smirk was on her face, turning into a huge smile as Scott made a goal. The two girls cheered louder, Scott smiled before looking at his best friend and shaking his head.

"Damn, what is Stiles doing? He kind of sucks," Y/n says pointing to the face that he was just standing there glaring at you.

"Only you would notice how much Stiles sucks," Lydia smirks. Y/n rolled her eyes and flipped her off before the two laughed it off.

After the game, she followed Lydia; They ended up arriving at Stiles' house and Y/n groaned. "Why do we have to be at his house? His house smells like a hormonal teenager and axe body spray."

"You described his smell." Lydia stared at you. "And our team won, that's why; We're celebrating." She grabs her by the wrist and drags her into the house.

Y/n eyes follow the decorations around the house, noticing how it looked pretty homey. Her eyes landed on Scott and Stiles before glancing at the TV. Star Wars was playing. "You got to be kidding me. We're watching a kid's show."

Stiles scoffs and flips you off. Stiles sat on the couch, his legs manspreading. His arms are crossed as one hand holds the finger. "You can always just leave."

Y/n shrugs. "So, I won't be able to torture you with my amazing presence? I don't think so." She plops next to him, making his legs close. He groans before scooting away from you.

During the movie, her leg bounces fanatically. Stiles slaps his hand on her bare thigh and squeezes. She gasps. "I swear to gosh, stop shaking your damn leg. It's shaking the damn couch."

She punches his shoulder, "How was that for shaking? Shut the fuck up, can't you see I'm trying to watch this dumb movie?"

"If it's so dumb then why don't you go do something useful and get us some drinks?" Stiles sighs. She doesn't say anything, stands up, and walks to the kitchen. She searches the cabinets for drinks and groans.

"Are you that dumb? It's in the fridge." Stiles says grabbing your hand from the cabinet handle. His hand lingers, grabbing your wrist.

"Says you. I saw you at the game, you sat there staring at me the whole game."

Stiles groans at her her hand suddenly slapping his face. "Get off me."

Stiles grabs at her, holding her hands behind her back, and pushes her on the counter. She hissed at the cold contact against her stomach. She squirms trying to release her wrists and gives up after a bit.

"You look better like this," He whispers into her ear. His hot breath tickles her ear. "All helpless and pathetic, look at you," He purrs. His voice was low and raspy, showing how much enjoyment he was getting out of this.

Her mind submits to his words, going blank. The only words on her mind were him, his breath against her ears, His cock against her core.

"You know I can feel your excitement against me," She fights back. She squirms trying to release her hands again. He moves one hand, holding her wrists on her back. His other goes for her hair and he thrusts his jean-covered cock against her. His grip on her ponytail pulls her face toward him, her back arching in the process.

"You think this is for you?" He breathes into her cheek. She shutters at the feel.

A smirk forms on her face. "Yeah, I think I do." Her hips go backward into him. He groans low, his cock twitching at the sensation.

"Maybe it is, Maybe it's always been you," he admits softly against her ear.

Y/n pauses before continuing to struggle. His free hand goes to her shorts, shoving his finger behind the hem and pulling it. The slap of the hem against her hips makes her whimper. "You hear that? A pathetic whore is enjoying being toyed with."

Her hips grind back into him, wanting any pleasure that she could get. His hips back away, his hand slowly tickling down the sewn stitch. His fingers find her clit and start to tease her through the cloth. "I can feel how wet you are," he growls. "Who's the cause of that?"

She responds with a moan, the pressure against her clit going straight to her head. Her mouth is open and he turns her face to look at her. He licks her lip, his teeth grazing her lip. His lip pierces into it, a red tint oozing from her lip. In a growl, his lips connect with hers, his fingers still working his magic against her bundle of nerves.

His fingers move her shorts to the side, sliding two fingers into her. Her hole welcomes his fingers, clenching around his long slim fingers. His fingers curl, hitting her G-spot.

She moans into the kiss. The vibration emitted through his chest and to his twitching cock. His tongue rubs against her cut lip, the iron taste tainting his senses.

He releases the kiss, kisses following down her jaw. "I asked you a question, baby." His voice was stern.

"You're fucking dad did." Stiles' fingers pause, leaving the her pussy. He quickly licks the juices off before he unbuckles his jeans with his free hand.

"You're gonna regret that." His dick was at her entrance, teasing against her folds. He spread them, allowing his clock to enter her. His cock slams into her, his free hand covering her mouth so she couldn't scream. She moans from the stretch. His cock kisses her cervix before sliding out and kissing it once more. He thrusts into her making her go limp. Her head was held up by his hold on her ponytail was the only thing keeping it up.

"Be quiet and I'll let go." She nods frantically. His hand lets go and her hands grip on to the counter. His other hand still holds her ponytail up, and she locks eyes with him. Sweat trickled down his face, his mouth open with pleasure. His groans exit with each thrust. "You're the cause of it," Y/n admits. His mouth curls up and opens a smile.

"I know I am," He says cockily. Skin slaps were heard as he pounded harder into her. Her hands tighten against the counter as the rubberband builds. She attempts to talk but gets cut off from him.

"Fuck, I can feel you clench around me," His hand finds her back, pushing it against the counter. Stars visit her vision as the pressure of his cock rubs against her cervix and her wet ridges.

His hand removes from her hair and rubs her clit, her body squirming in pleasure. "Fuck, I-" She screams as she finishes. His thrust doesn't stop, going faster into her. The overstimulation burned inside of her. She clenches around him, her cunt gripping him tight. "You're so fucking-" His cock exits last second as warm thick liquid falls onto her back.

"You bitch, that was my shirt, asshole."

A hand slaps her ass, a squeak coming from her. "Shut it." His hands tear at the shirt, a new shirt going onto her post-orgasm-dazed body.

The shirt was warm, snuggling against her body. He picks her up and walks past Lydia and Scott. His naked torso was warm protecting her limp body.

"Finally you guys are done, that was horrendous," Lydia yells. Scott's eyes were wide open, his face on the TV as his face was red.

#stiles stilinski #teen wolf #teen wolf smut #stiles x reader smut #stiles x reader

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seabirdtxt · 1 year

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What if the reader in the Bloodletting au had a lover (one of the playable characters) that they thought cared and loved them as they were, but ended up being one of the power hungry acolytes that drove the reader to the ground?

i was in the middle of writing p.2 of the voice au but this ask came and slapped me directly across the ass

Through Their Teeth

Notes: Extension of [this]. Genshin SAGAU, cult/bloodletting AU. my favourite trope of "well well well if it isn't the consequences of your own actions". no specified LI/character, feel free to imagine who you want!

WC. 760

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In a world where You bleed Your love both literally and figuratively, there is only one person who treats You with gentle care, tending to Your wounds and urging You to reduce the frequency of your bleeds.

You sink into their embrace when they finish wrapping bandages around Your arms and legs, closing Your eyes as you rest Your head on their shoulder, never quite noticing as they bring their gold-stained fingertips to their lips behind your back.

With the Abyss and Celestia closing in on all sides, all Vision bearers who were fighting-fit were sent to the front lines. Your dear heart left you reluctantly, making You promise to take care of Yourself in your cold, lonely temple with only blades and rivers of Your own blood for company.

With every rotation of troops, You eagerly welcome Your beloved home with open arms and open wounds, though they seemingly adamantly refuse to drink from You like the others.

With every rotation, they return increasingly exhausted. You beg them to share in Your blood, to let You give them the strength to continue on, not knowing that as You sleep Your dearly beloved steals down to the channels and dips both their hands into Your ambrosia, and laps the liquid blessing from their sinning palms.

When the troops are worn thin and begging You to bless them further, You teeter on the precipice of uncertainty, unsure if You are willing to give so much more. Until Your beloved looks up at You from where they kneel, exhausted and bruised.

‘For you,’ You think, as you drag your favourite blade across your patterned skin. ‘I’ll do it for you.’

Your acolytes waste no time gathering each precious drop, sucking Your blood down like greedy leeches, light pulsing under their skin as Your blessings take hold.

It’s to Your great surprise and heartbreak that Your beloved barely flinches as they consume their share, already accustomed to and eager for their part of the communion.

The others are all already turning away when Your dearest heart turns back to You with golden lips and a golden smile, enveloping You in a sweet embrace with whispered words of worship even as they lick the last traces of You from Your blade, gently lowering You into the plush, bloodstained seat of Your throne.

‘Sleep now,’ they soothe you, ‘and dream of the victory that we will win in Your name.’

Your beloved had grown used to seeing Your beaming face as You stood in front of Your temple, scarred arms flung open in anticipation of a welcome hug.

And so this makes it all the more shocking when the troops return, barely days after their final communion, to find Your temple crushed and scattered to the wind.

The acolytes tear through the rubble frantically, as those involved in the search begin turning over every broken stone for signs of You or Your attackers.

They thought they’d won! They thought that the victory they earned would guarantee Your safety in the balance of the world of Teyvat.

Days pass and the chances of finding You alive become slimmer with each passing moment. Among the last acolytes to continue searching is Your beloved. A fervor has overcome them, fanatical in their insistence on finding You. Any piece of You.

What started as a simple manipulation on Your dearest’s part spiraled much too quickly into a deception they couldn’t control. First to sneak closer into Your good graces, and then a means to guarantee a source of Your blessing for themself, and finally as a way to covet Your love and trust selfishly for themselves and them alone.

Thousands of questions swirl through your beloved’s mind as the last of the rubble is cleared. Have You ever known honest love from them? Has Your beloved ever sincerely thanked You for Your service to Teyvat?

When the temple grounds are cleared and there is no sign of You anywhere, not even in smears of gold on the ground, only a few questions remain.

In the last moments between you, did You finally understand the scope of your beloved’s lies? Were they worth that final, terrible sacrifice that they’d asked of You?

… if they found You, would You forgive them?

There was no way to know who broke first, not really, but the rest of the acolytes can agree that only one person could make such a terrible, raw sound of grief that they’d all heard in the last moments of twilight, as the sun finally sets on the ruins of Your temple and the golden light fades from the world.

#genshin sagau #sagau #self aware genshin #genshin self aware au #genshin isekai #sagau cult au #sagau bloodletting au #genshin x reader #sagau x reader #seabird.inbox #seabird.txt

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 8 months

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hiii, I'm so appreciative of what you do lol! I suck at finding good fics, do you have any ice skater/hockey player sterek? I'm not really very caring on how mature its going to be, I just wondered if there's any out there, thanks again! <3

I sure do!

Don't let go of me by PumpkinkQueen

(1/1 I 845 I Teen)

Christmas should be a merry time to celebrate love and affection. Unless you beloved boyfriend is an asshole. Then you do all the celebration just the same but you may get your ego and your butt bruised along the way.

First Date Skate by 4lw4ys_a_fri3nd_n3v3r_a_l0v3r

(1/1 I 2,440 I General)

“Ijustreallywantedtokissyourightthen,” Stiles muttered under his breath in a rush. Had Derek not been a werewolf, he would never have heard it and he certainly wouldn’t have been able to understand what had just been said.

Derek Hale and the Ice by Argabarg

(1/1 I 2,466 I Mature)

Derek reflects on what it would mean to be the first openly gay NHL player... Is it worth it to finally be with Stiles the way he desperately wants to?

Holding You Up by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(1/1 I 4,539 I General)

“This place isn’t going to last long if it doesn’t take care of its skates,” Derek said before he could help himself.

“What?” Stiles blinked at him, then looked down. He laughed. “Oh, no. These are mine.”

What?

“What?” Derek said, repeating his thought aloud.

“The skates,” Stiles clarified, motioning them, as if Derek didn’t understand.

Oh, he understood perfectly, thank you very much. Why did Stiles own skates? Why did Stiles own skates?!

His day was about to get worse, wasn’t it?

“I used to play ice hockey when I was younger. Scott and I switched to Lacrosse in high school, but I’ve always liked skating, so I got myself some skates when I was fifteen or sixteen. They’re a little tight, but they still fit well enough. Figured there was no point in paying to rent skates when I have my own.”

Derek was right. His day just got worse.

The One with the Kiss Cam by nerdfightingwhovian

(1/1 I 5,224 I Teen)

While at a hockey game, which was totally Stiles's idea, the cameramen behind the Kiss Cam think Erica and Stiles are together. Derek, right next to Stiles, has to intervene on the behalf of his mate.

Also, there might or might not be a homophobic couple who start screaming at our werewolfy hero. He also might or might not give them the cold Hale stare.

Sterek on Ice by viennalemon

(6/? I 17,135 I Explicit)

Stiles Stilinski is one of the stars of his NHL team, the Cyclones, but management isn't happy with how he is conducting himself off the ice. It becomes the Cyclone's PR manager Derek Hale's problem and now Stiles' behavior has to improve or they'll both be out of a job. This is a mashup of a Sterek AU and also fanfiction for Shameless Puckboys (Puckboys book 3) by Saxon James and Eden Finley. This is a work in progress so tags will be added as chapters are added.

Take The Ice by Hopeless ships (The_Danish_Biscuit)

(7/7 I 50,228 I Mature)

To Derek Hale hockey was everything. It was the only reason he even tolerated High School and if given a choice the only thing he would be doing for the rest of his life. Some called him driven others called him fanatic.

Derek called himself determined.

Only one day a random meeting with a strangely fascinating young ice skater turns Derek's life upside down. A odd friendship blooms between them and Derek slowly comes to realise that his life isn't quite as simple as he thought. There might be more to life than ice hockey.

Sink My Teeth Into You by groffiction

(26/? I 77,191 I Explicit)

Derek Hale is one of the sexiest Alpha’s to be in the Werewolf Olympics, held every four years. Unfortunately after this last Olympics, getting only the silver medal, his partner bails on him. In need of a partner, and being a total stubborn Sourwolf about the whole prospect, his coach and uncle, Peter Hale decides to go in search of one by himself. He finds Stiles Stilinski, an Omega who just so happens to work as a Stripper at one of the best gay bars around town and gives the boy an offer he can’t refuse. Peter figures that the mouthy exotic dancer would be good for his nephew. However, what he didn’t intend were for both of the wolves to not only start hating eachother, but to also have enough sexual tension in their ire to melt the whole planet’s ice rinks.

Two Minutes for Holding by captaintinymite (augopher)

(18/18 I 121,498 I Explicit)

There were three things college hockey players Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski knew for certain. 1) Their lives revolved around hockey, 2) They were madly in love, and 3) Derek was so far in the closet he might never find his way out.

They'd been together for two years now, and for two years they'd been a secret with only a few people knowing about them. Yet Derek's fear kept them from moving forward: fear of his family's rejection, fear of his sexuality tanking his father's career, fear of the rampant homophobia in professional sports. The ruse was growing thin.

Something had to give.

Or: The story of how one epic NCAA Championship run and college, served as the backdrop for some of life's great hardships.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #hockeyplayer!derek

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imlivinginyourtrashcan · 6 months

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Hi hey hello halloween was 2 days ago so here are my southpark halloween headcanons cuz im a spooky gremlin all year (Possible part 1 cuz i write alot and idk if tumblr has a word limit)👍

Cartman:

His costume is either really extra or really basic because he forgot until last minute.

Its usually inflateable like a dinosaur, pizza or...other things.

Usually the one to pick the route they go on when trick or treating so he can get the most candy, but it backfires because of all the walking.

The type of mf to eat his candy while hes out trick or treating (me too, i get it)

He steals the entire take 1 bowl you cant change my mind. Also the type to grab aggressive fistfuls when someone says to just take one or two pieces of candy

Thinks haybales and haunted houses are gay

Will throw fake decorations at you as a joke, but the realistic ones that make you yell (severed hands, bugs, etc)

His house isnt that decorated since i KNOW Liane is the cool mom who gives out full sized candy bars but its the inside that counts

Takes pumpkin carving VERY seriously. But doesnt do that much, or he tries and gives up.

A dumbass when it comes to candy trading. Always falls for the tricks Kyles got

Kyle:

I love kyle, but you know hes dressing up as the most basic things every year...hes TRYING THO HES TRYING

Takes Ike with the boys when hes old enough

Tries to match costumes with Stan but stan always forgets

The BEST at carving pumpkins. Gut feeling Kyle is an art kid.

Thinks haybales are gay but is "ironically" scared of haunted houses

His mom is extra with decorations. You just know it

Secretly takes 3 pieces of candy from a take 1 bowl

Gives what he cant have to Stan since he cant eat pork n gelatin has pork in it 👍

Cartman tried nabbing his candy once and he whacked him with the candy filled pillow case he had

Expert candy tracker. That man knows which house has what and he is ON IT

Nightmare before christmas enjoyer, will i explain? No

Stan:

Hes like Kyle with the basic costume thing, just worse. Way worse

He is a ghost...almost every single year cuz he forgets to go costume shopping and he just says "fuck it" and uses a white bedsheet

Takes what he can get; he knows Shelleys gonna steal his shit anyway

That doesnt stop him from trying to hide it

Likes haybales but TERRIFIED of haunted houses he will NOT get in one

Mediocre pumpkin carver at best

His house aint decorated nor does it have candy cuz of randys ass. Forgetful ahh

Kenny:

Cant really afford costumes so stan, kyle and cartman help him DIY costumes

Also the kind of mf to grab the entire take 1 bowl

Makes it his MISSION to get all the candy he can get

Kinda eh on Haybsles, LOVES haunted houses

His house is never decorated, his family cant afford that

Good at candy trading cuz he can do puppy eyes

Really good at pumpkin carving, he just cant be the one getting the pumpkins.

Horror movie FANATIC!!! HE LOVES HORROR MOVIES!!!

He dies a lot that day very sad for him

Butters:

Rarely aloud to go out trick or treating, mans is ALWAYS grounded

When he CAN go out he cant ever stay out late which sucks so much

His costume is always something cute/creative, bro would probably go as like, an oc of his one year (projecting so hard i did this in the 4th or 5th grade)

Gets people to check his candy for him, hes scared of getting hurt or poisoned

Wants to go to the houses that have fruit or toothbrushes. It always goes like:

"Can we go to Ms Firkles house?" "The one that gives out apples?" "Yeah!" "Fuck is wrong with you?"

Loves Haybales, thinks theyre so fun

TERRIFIED of haunted houses, will not even STAND in a 100 ft radius of a haunted house

Flinches/Cries/Screams whenever a halloween decoration jumpscares him or is too loud

Horrified of horror moves

Not allowed to carve pumpkins, too dangerous. But he likes painting them!

Obeys the "take 1/2/3" rule like a good boy

His house is decently decorated, nothing extravagant

Craig:

Oh you know he is a "this is my costume" mf

Either that or something space related

Always the first in front in his group (Tweek, Tolkien, Clyde, Jimmy and Himself) cuz hes pretty unphased by everything

Loves carving pumpkins, him and tweek do the cute pumpkin carving stuff couples do

Cant eat most of the candy since he has braces, but he gives it to Tweek so its not a waste

Will hold Tweeks hand during horror movies, haunted houses and haybales.

A six flags fright fest enjoyer

This mf will look you dead in the eye and pour an entire bowl of candy into his bag if there arent any cameras or signs

The kind of mf to joke inside a ghost tour and purposefully try to piss off the ghost by flipping it off

The most undecorated house ever. Its like halloween doesnt exist to the Tuckers

Tweek:

He buys cool costumes but his makeup is so shaky and rushed since his ass cant sit still

Chugging pumpkin spice like a maniac

Terrified of any and all halloween activities. Jumpscare him and he will scream

Doesnt take candy from people or bowls, he stands awkwardly behind everyone and investigates his candy thoroughly before putting it in the bag

Either that or he'll have craig triple check it

His house is always decorated since Tweek Bros always has halloween specials and stuff

Does not sleep for the entire month of halloween, he survives on pumpkin spice and pure anxiety

Helps around the coffee shop by refilling candy bowls and doing halloween chalkboards (they look like scribbled messes but whatever)

The middle man in the group, he doesnt feel safe in the front or back

Carries Pepper spray with him when trick or treating, always very cautious to the point his friends grill him for it a little. Better safe than sorry

Clinging onto Craig half the night, the insomnias getting to him

Legally not aloud to carve pumpkins. He will accidentally knick his fingers

Loves halloween baking though, he does burn at least something and panics.

Clyde:

Oh you know hes the kind of mf to dress up like the glow in the dark stickman

Grabs aggressive handfuls of candy regardless of if its from a bowl or person

An absolute crybaby. Will cry when he sees the decorations

They cant decorate his house since hes a baby

Likes the pumpkin carving tho!

Always runs to thr house with full sized candy bars

Jimmy:

He is def going as an inflateable t rex/banana

Tells more jokes to people in hopes of getting more candy

Carves a wee wee into his pumpkin. He thinks its funny

Pretends to be scared on haybales to make Clyde feel better

His house is the one with custom decorations its so great

Scary movie enthusiast, joking and calling the characters dumb the whole time

He. Fucking. Loves. Frightfest

Hc that when hes older hes a scare actor part time

Admires the decorations

Tolkien

Bro probably got like, a ren faire costume yk? Like a count or something

Tolkien just seems likke the guy to go to ren faire every year

Expert pumpkin carver

Takess his friends to halloween fairs every year

The most overdecorated house (rich kid core)

Always saying the thank yous and happy halloweens when noone else will

Bro printed out a map of their trick or treat route

He takes some of his friends to ren faire too. Craig thinks its gay as shit

Likes the haybales, and the shit rides at the halloween fairs

Creeped out by haunted houses tho

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