#antics ensue. obviously

[7empesticide]

saw au where everything is the same except hoffman isnt an apprentice hes just really fucking weird so strahm is stalking this regular ass guy

[miyukisu]

Better Bite the Bullet .ᐟ

❤︎ | He's just trying to be a good best friend by teaching you a useful skill in life... blowjobs (2k wc) ╰ feat. iwaizumi hajime (hq) x afab! reader

kinktober entry no. 10 | kinktober masterlist

tags - college au, childhood bestfriends, Oikawa mention, blowjobs, handjobs, no p in v, p*rn with plot, virgin! reader

minors do not interact

You've known Hajime since you were in diapers, long enough that he had grown indifferent to your antics. He hasn't even looked up once from his phone as you paced tirelessly around his bedroom. You were losing your shit and Hajime was sitting on his bed without a care in the world.

A bright idea came to you in the form of making your footsteps louder in hopes that it would annoy him enough to catch his attention. He clicks his tongue once before narrowing his eyes at your moving form.

But not even a second later, his eyes were back on his phone one again. "What the hell are you even doing?" he asked.

"Pacing around. Isn't it obvious?"

He grumbles, finally turning his phone off and throwing it to the side where it landed on his pillow with a soft thud. "No shit Sherlock. I meant what are you pacing around for? It's annoying."

Finally, you stop in your tracks, facing your childhood best friend with your lower lip between your teeth. You've been dying to tell him what was on your chest an hour ago. But now that you're about to spill the beans to him—you found yourself tripping over your words.

"I guess... um... Oikawa kinda asked me to hang out soon... um..."

Hajime's interest was piqued. Normally he wouldn't give two shits about who Oikawa asked out. But this time it was you. An uneasy feeling brewed in his stomach, like he had drank rancid milk.

"And you're worrying about it like some middle schooler? C'mon you're in college," he deflects. Of course, it was his defense mechanism—to act all tough and harsh with the revelation.

You crossed your arms in defense. "I get that... but it's THE Oikawa Tooru that we're talking about here."

"So?"

"What do you mean 'so'? Is your head not screwed on properly?"

Hajime rolls his eyes. Not only were you about to be whisked away by Oikawa, but you had the gall to act like a total brat right now.

"He's just asking to hang out—what's so amazing about that?"

Truth be told, you hadn't thought this far into what it would be like if you had this conversation with Hajime. You figured you wouldn't have to divulge the second—more embarrassing—part of this whole event.

A disappointed sigh leaves your lips. You screwed your eyes shut as if to prepare for the impact of his reaction on what you have to say next.

"A friend of mine told me that when he says something like that... it usually leads to... you know..."

Hajime's eyebrow perked then silence ensued. He knew what you meant, of course. He wasn't born yesterday.

"To what? Fucking?"

Your eyes shot open at his vulgar choice of words. That's exactly what you meant, but you didn't think he'd be so blunt about it. "I mean—if it does get to that... obviously I won't just go all the way with him. I haven't even talked to him that much," you say—backpedaling.

"You won't go all the way, but you'll go somewhere huh?" he pried further. He played it off like he was teasing or, worse yet, mocking. But he wanted to know; he knew his friend's intentions, but he didn't know yours.

You nervously bit your lip again. This was going to be the third revelation of tonight. Never in a thousand years would you have thought that you'd be having his conversation with your childhood best friend.

"Maybe... maybe, yeah... that's what I'm nervous about..."

The uneasy feeling had grown worse. Hajime swallowed even though his mouth felt dry. "Then just don't," he suggests. "You could always just hang out normally."

Another sigh escapes you and you decide to sit beside him—plopping down on the mattress. You ran your fingers through your hair, smoothing out any tangles that had built up.

"I just wanna experience something... you know? I'll only be young and in college once..." you admit. At this point, there was no use in hiding it. Hajime knew every substantial detail anyway.

This time, it was Hajime who sighed. Part of him still felt dread, but another felt pity for you.

"Jeez..."

Hearing his reaction, you felt the urge to stand up and find your bearings. But a warm hand grips your wrist before you could go. You turn to look back and see Hajime's determined expression.

"I'll teach you then."

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Hajime was a 100% sure not a single rational thought was left in either of your heads. Somehow, he thought that if only you touched him and not vice versa—it would be fine. And, somehow, you agreed to it.

You gulped at the sight in front of you, Hajime leaning against the wall on his bed with his dick out of his sweats.

"Well... that's certainly... something..."

"Do you also plan on commenting about his dick when you see it?"

His sarcasm was hardly appreciated right now, especially since you were sure that your nerves would send you into a tailspin.

"No, of course not. I just—fuck, fine. Let's get to it," you say before scooting closer to him.

Carefully, you reach out and gently wrap your fingers around his shaft. Hajime hissed softly, but you were too concentrated to even notice.

Mesmerized, you swiped your thumb over his tip and gave him a soft tug. His jaw was clenched so hard, trying to act like none of this fazed him. But the way you treated him so delicately was arousing in its own way.

You begin stroking him faster. "Is this okay? It doesn't hurt, right?"

"No, but," Hajime pauses before placing his larger hand over yours. "You could do it better though."

He was now guiding you—actually teaching you how to jerk a guy off. Your eyes were fixated on the way both of your hands glided up and down his shaft, slippery from the immense amount of pre.

But his eyes were on your face. Oddly enough, he found it endearing how focused you were at the task on hand (quite literally). He watched every time your face scrunched, how your mouth was a bit agape, and how your eyebrows would quirk up sometimes.

It was cute, he thought.

As soon as you figured out the pace and pressure, he let go of your hand, allowing you free reign over his dick. You felt it twitch. It was most likely a good sign at least. Even better now that he had his eyes closed, head thrown back against the wall.

Maybe this was easier than you thought. Maybe you could do something else. So your hand slows and your eyes trail up to his face. "Hajime."

"What?"

"Can I use my mouth?"

All the air was knocked out of his lungs upon hearing the words that left you. "Huh? What for?"

"No one's gonna be impressed by a handjob. Guys already do it on their own all the time," you reason.

Hajime clicks his tongue. "You don't have to do that kind of thing yet when you're this inexperienced."

He tried staying stern despite the almost pleading look on your face. Hell, he wasn't even sure why he was denying you. He could have your pretty lips wrapped around his cock in a second and here he was—acting like a righteous fool when he doesn't have to be.

Again, he clicks his tongue. But, this time, not because of you. He's annoyed at himself for having no restraint... for having no shame that he's kind of taking advantage of his best friend's naivety.

But to hell with it.

"Okay," he relents. Hajime watches as you get even closer to him. Only then do you feel the nerves consume you once more.

The newfound confidence you had earlier had quickly dissipated as soon as you began leaning down. It didn't help that his natural manly scent was intoxicating. It was warm—you felt it against your face—and it was achingly hard.

You pucker your lips on instinct, accidentally kissing his tip instead. Hajime thought you were doing it on purpose to fuck with him, not realizing that you were tripping out of nervousness.

"Don't be a tease."

"I'm not!" you countered before quickly wrapping your lips around his cock. The warmth of your mouth sent shivers down his spine. But the slight grazing of your teeth on his sensitive shaft made him uncomfortable.

"Ah shit.... less teeth. Gotta hollow out your cheeks a bit."

Your jaw was already hurting. Though it probably had less to do with your skill and more to do with his size. He seemed more manageable with just a hand, but now that you're using your mouth, the task seemed gargantuan now.

But you still try. You do as he says and you feel his entire body relax a bit. It takes a lot of your concentration to make sure your teeth were out of the way and your lips provided enough suction.

That alone had Hajime seeing stars. It wasn't the best blowjob of his life, but seeing that it was your head bobbing up-and-down on his dick was a sensation in and of itself.

After getting used to the basics, you decide to throw in a little bit of tongue action. It caught him by complete surprise and a soft groan spilled from his lips.

Scared that you had hurt him, you were about to lift your head to ask him, but his hand quickly places itself on top of your head. He wasn't rough nor did he forcefully keep your head down.

Instead, he began caressing your hair—starting from the top of your head, going down to smooth your locks. It was his way of reassuring you that he felt fine—amazing even. You were doing a damn good job for someone who hasn't done this before.

Hajime avoided using his voice throughout the whole thing to make it less intimate and more 'educational' if that even made sense. But he understood that you probably needed more reassurance.

"That's it," he started. "You're doing so well... so well for me."

Hajime had filthier things to say otherwise, but again, this was supposed to be 'educational'.

As much as you want to keep up the pace that you built, your jaw was too sore for that. A bit of a break wouldn't hurt, so you retract yourself—tongue lolled out with a string of saliva connecting your lips to his tip. The sight alone would have made him bust, but he kept his composure... somewhat.

"Oh fuck..."

His words spurred you on, however. You settled on suckling his tip while your hand worked on the rest of his length. Having the best of both worlds made his head spin. His leaking tip was the most sensitive it had ever been and the fast pace of your hand made the coil in his stomach tighter and tighter.

Hajime wanted nothing more but to come in your mouth—consider it as payment for him teaching you. His dick began to twitch again like earlier, but this time you noticed the way his abs would tense up. The dampness that had been pooling in your underwear ever since you had his dick in your hand was starting to become distracting. But you pulled through.

"Fuckkk... I'm coming in your mouth," he announced. Thick white ropes of hot cum painted your tongue. The flavor was odd—something you've never tasted before. It made your face contort a bit.

He tried catching his breath after that single mindblowing orgasm. But through his high, he noticed the hesitation on your face. "You don't have to swallow that you—"

But he stops mid-sentence as he watched you gulp down his fresh seed. You've gone this far—might as well.

Hajime swore that he felt his dick twitch back to life, ready for more. He wasn't sure what you did to him. But now he was certain that you absolutely shouldn't do this with anyone but him.

"Fuck... forget about that moron. Have fun with me instead."

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╰ author's note Wow... I'm actually kinda proud of this one?

[sillygoofyqueer]

Silly fic idea for you:

SVSSS AU where Shen Yuan transmigrates as a half-human half-crow-demon Phantom thief character.

He doesn’t want to steal from Bing-ge, but his System makes him, and naturally Bing-ge ends up obsessed. Bing-ge keeps luring him into traps with shiny things he just can’t help but want!!! Stupid crow impulses. (That he kinda wants to see Binghe again is irrelevant, obviously).

This is SUPER silly. Anon, this is so funny, I feel like I simply have to write this now oh my god. The idea that Bing-ge is confused at first, and he then sees this super handsome half bird-half human-demon thing and is like "man I need to get me more shiny things, I want to keep this fucker". ALSO, (I've heard that) crows are quite intelligent and start leaving presents as a response to getting fed or being given shiny things, so it could also be something where Shen Yuan starts having the urge to give Bing-ge things back after receiving all these shiny things (better if he doesn't recognise most of the traps as traps, mistaking Bing-ge for being a generous demon who doesn't need all of the shiny stuff he takes) and starts giving him shit like rocks and plants and the cool parts of beasts he fights... It also can be silly no matter when in the timeline this happens - it could be during the QJ peak arc where Shen Yuan sneaks around because he wants to see the awesome protagonist up close! The first time he steals something from Bing-ge, it's something super dumb like a particularly shiny rock or a coin that the boy left lying around, and Bing-ge's quickly like "??? The fuck just happened?" so he sets up a trap with the axe he uses for chopping wood (kind of rusty but still useable and particularly shiny). After that, it's chaos of trying to keep Shen Yuan the demon hidden while also stopping him from stealing other shiny things (cultivator's swords and such). Liu Qingge finds Shen Yuan trying to steal one of the swords he was gifted after saving a village and is also like "??? Kill?" It can also be after the Endless Abyss, when Bing-ge is like a demon lord and just has shiny stuff lying around. He throws it out occasionally and one day, while doing this, he notices a certain person swooping in and grabbing one of the shiny things. More antics ensue but I don't want to crash my laptop lmao (Which one would you rather me do, anon? Before the Endless Abyss, or after? Or both??) {part one! Part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven!} [This gorgeous fanart from @slurmdog that's making me go insane here] [More awe inducing fanart from @moonlightobsessions that has made me pass out here]

[norman-fucking-reedus]

Thinking a lot about GirlDaddy Daryl… like nobody can convince me that he wouldn’t be absolutely soft for his daughter

When she’s a baby his heart is just so full, the first months after having her he just cried everytime he held her. He’d think about how he has a family of his own to protect, and how he’s gonna work his ass off to be a worthy father unlike his own.

The toddler stage catches him way off guard. He now has a walking talking mini female version of him tailing along behind his every step. She follows him EVERYWHERE its absolutely adorable. He spends every day playing questionnaire.

“Daddy wha’s tha?”

“Don’ touch tha’ ya could get hurt”

Yes she would definitely pick up his accent, and yes it is the cutest thing. She lives up her nickname Lil Dixon all the way.

When she reaches the tween stages, tempers start to flare and arguments ensue, only unfortunately for Daryl his daughter is, well his, and not Judith, so instead of walking away she bites back, and surprisingly hard.

“Dammit girl jus’ listen ta me alrigh’?!”

“Fuck you!”

“Aye! Watch yer damn mouth missy- Don’ walk away from me!”

The conversation ended with a frilly bedroom door being slammed in his face, leaving him more grounded more than anything. He obviously ends up feeling horrible about, almost spiraling in your arms as he sobbed about how he was ending up lile his dad. You had to reassure him that “Good parents can still argue with their kids. Give her some time and then go talk to her”

Daryl may or may not have felt slightly sick when he knocked on her door a few hours later, but it was quickly washed away when the door open and she jumped into his arms.

“M’sorry fer swearin’ daddy”

“M’sorry fer yellin’ at ya kiddo”

Can you blame the man for crying a little? He didn’t get apologizes as a kid and right now he was healing himself.

Surprisingly the teenage stage ends up being the best, her having gained your sense of humor and a laidback personality, also not being afraid to speak her mind and defend her thoughts.

“Dad, yer gettin’ prettyy fuckin’ old. What am I gon inherit from ya?”

“M’not dyin’ any goddamn time soon girl, get away from me”

“Hey! S’rude to push women! Didn’t moms teach ya anythin?”

“Ya ain’t a woman, yer a girl. Now scram”

“Why are ya tearing me down?”

“Are ya gettin’ a kick out of botherin’ me?”

“Yes very much so”

She becomes his second best friend, constantly getting on his nerves and harassing him throughout the day. Having grown up with Merle, Daryl was used to some of her antics, at one point starting a prank war against her.

“Daryl, do you wanna explain to me why you’re filling balloons with glitter?”

“Yer daughter is gon have some real sparkly hair”

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[mellowyellowdaydream]

Ride em Cowboy

A/N: @sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth inspired this one cause that dry humping one you put out made me think of how much this man would love for a lady to ride his face 🤷🏻‍♀️

Summary: Y/N and Dean take a second to stretch their legs in between figuring out lore for their next hunt. Late night face riding ensues!

Rating: Mature audiences only! 18+ or else lol

Word count: just over 2.6k

Warnings: Smut(obviously) face riding, Dean being a giver, female orgasm. Sorry if I forgot anything. Quickly edited!

Master list

It was another late night of sorting through lore pertaining to one or another case that piqued their interest. The Montana ghost or ghoul case occupied Sam and Bobby’s attention. Dean and Y/N were focused on the case out in Missouri that was some wacky Djinn.

It was rolling close to midnight when Bobby’s eyes quit cooperating and he called it a night. Obviously telling the rest of them to not stay up too late and actually sleep tonight. Which he just got grumbles of acceptance from the three as he got up and left to go to bed. He hobbled down the hall, locked the back door, and hobbled upstairs to bed.

Sam was quick to get up and claim the bed that Bobby had set up when he knew the boys were gonna be around. Dean just released a whine from the back of his throat, knowing he would have to make do with the couch. Y/N kicked his foot under the table and shot him a look, knowing that he would end up in her bed upstairs, anyway. Dean rubbed his shin as Y/N got up to change the channel on the TV to something easier to listen to than the local news and put a small pot of coffee on to recharge them.

Now that it was a somewhat established relationship between Dean and Y/N, he was more blatant about ogling her in front of his brother. He admired the silky purple slip dress that hugged her body to the layered ripped up tights she wore underneath as tights and cropped undershirts.

Her necklaces jingled as she bent over and made her route through the house and kitchen. She always fiddled with one of the extra long ones that was hung down to her waist, a chain with a simple green stone. It was the perfect length for her to hold on to when her arms rested at her sides. Dean was enamored.

“Did anyone tell you staring is rude?” Y/N asked as her gaze finally landed on Dean.

“I’m not staring.” He said. “I’m admiring my pretty girl.” His signature smirk settled on his face.

Y/N just shook her head as she smiled and blushed. She loved how he would look at her, and just be so open about liking her. It’s not something she was used to at all.

“Get a room….or don’t, actually ignore that I said that.” Sam said watching this whole interaction between his brother and best friend. He also didn’t want to encourage them to disobey Bobby’s rules.

A thought popped in Y/N’s head, she knew it was still somewhat warm out and had the perfect spot to take Dean for alone time that wasn’t technically under Bobby’s roof. She gave Dean a look before she turned around back to the coffeepot to bring back to the den. Dean got a little confused and made a face at her as she came over.

Y/N refilled his cup and then brushed his temple before laying a kiss there. She refreshed Sam’s cup and brought it to him. He gave a small smile and a thank you. She finally refreshed her own cup and returned the pot back to the kitchen before sitting back by Dean. Y/N immediately brought her feet up under the table to rest on Dean’s lap, helping scoop them further into his lap so it was more comfortable for the both of them.

She had a game plan but needed to figure out a way to get him to follow without waking up her dad and without making Sam too uncomfortable with their antics. Dean was too busy subconsciously rubbing her feet while he flipped through a book to see the mischievous glint growing in her eyes. So she moved one of her feet slowly towards the crotch of his jeans to apply a little pressure and see if he would squirm.

His eyes immediately shot to hers and sent her a don’t start nothing type of look. Which if he knew her he should know that would only egg her on more, especially cause she shot him a cheeky grin that meant trouble was coming.

“Ok well, I think I need to go stretch my legs and get some fresh air.” Dean said, getting up abruptly and trying to hide the growing boner in his jeans.

“Oh perfect, I’ll join you.” Y/N said, getting up after him to lead him outside.

Y/N walked to the front door, found a pair of her boots that were very loosely untied to slip on, and shot Dean one last wink before slipping out the door. She heard a thump and then a few moments later he was hopping out the door trying to slip on a pair of his own boots that he didn’t loosen whatsoever.

“You get too excited and trip?” Y/N asked as she made her way down the stairs.

“No... Maybe. Not fair.” Was all Dean said as he followed her lead away from the house and over to the makeshift shop her dad had set up.

Y/N sat on the old ripped out bench seat that was now a makeshift couch for the shop. She reached out to Dean and made grabby hands cause she wanted him in her arms pronto. He happily obliged and embraced her and rolled her to lay on top of him.

Dean smiled up at her, and she could see he had a dirty thought forming.

“What?” Y/N asked as she sat up and straddled Dean.

“I wanna do something but don’t be afraid, ok?” He answered.

“Okay?” Y/N said quite skeptically, her fingers fiddling with the pocket on his t-shirt.

“Ok, how would you feel about sitting and riding my face?” He asked, closing his eyes to brace for her response. Peeking one eye open to see her just staring down at him.

“Dean, it’s a lovely idea but I’ll suffocate you babe.” Y/N answered, shifting her weight around.

“Then what a way to go baby.” Dean said, his hands moving to her hips and his fingers digging in slightly to her hips.

“Dean, come on now. I’m too big, let me just ride you and then we can go to bed.” Y/N said, adding a roll of her hips to encourage him her way.

“Baby, look. I know you see yourself as too big, but if you could see yourself as I see you you would see how beautiful you are. Now let’s try it and if you don’t like it then we will never do it again.” Dean said to her.

He always knew what to say to her to make her feel better. Hoping she would climb up, he shifted slightly under her, but she remained seated, thinking about her next move because she was flabbergasted.

“Fine. We can try it. But I swear if I suffocate you, were stopping.” Y/N said, patting his chest.

Dean did a quick ‘yes!’ And fist pump. He tapped her hip so she could stand and he could readjust comfortably on the bench seat. Once he was happy with how he was laying he raised a hand to help her sit down. But not before she pulled all of her tights down as well as her panties.

She brought her knees to each side of his head, and his shoulders fit comfortably under her thighs as he wrapped his arms around her waist from the back. She wiggled a little, and he just tightened his hold, bringing her core closer to his face. But she sat back on his upper chest. Her hand reached out and grasped the backrest to add support to herself.

“This ok?” Y/N asked to check in with him.

“More than ok, but you kinda have to sit on my face to actually ride it baby.” Dean said, hoping to pull her closer and finally diving in. Y/N’s free hand shot to his hair immediately.

She obliged and sat up, taking a deep breath and finally sinking down on his face. A gasp left her mouth as soon as she did, his mouth was open and waiting to taste her. His tongue poked out and immediately started to lap at her core and clit.

She gave a testing roll of her hips, loving the feeling of him lapping at her folds and targeting her bundle of nerves. He would switch between a flat tongue and a perked tongue, going between slow languid laps and more intense kitten licks.

Y/N moaned the more he got into it, Dean helped her roll her hips in time with his tongue. He was enjoying this too much, he loved tasting and eating her pussy. He could never get enough, he was almost acting like a starved man getting his first meal in a long time.

Dean’s arms tightened around her waist, feeling Y/N wanting to let up because it either felt too good or too overstimulating. He slowed his mouth down, almost to the point of making out with her pussy. He wanted to savor as well as helping her enjoy her time up there.

He flattened his tongue out and just let her ride, her hips rolling it on and off of her clit. The sensation was phenomenal, the prickly stubble adding to all of it. His nose and pointy chin also adding to it all and her bumping the two every couple of rolls cause her hips would stutter. Her fingers dug into the backrest of the bench seat, the vinyl of it creaking with her squeezes.

Dean decided to pick up the pace, and started to suck on her clit. Y/N released a guttural moan, her free hand immediately gripping his hair tighter and pulling at the roots.

Dean started to alternate between the sucking and lapping, while Y/N’s hips were starting to shake from the intense pressure that was about to snap. He continued his assault and didn’t want to stop until she was gushing all over his face. So he helped her roll her hips and ride his face as he lapped at her pussy. Her orgasm hit and crashed through her, her grip on his hair almost painful.

Y/N came with a moan that turned into a throaty gasp, her legs shaking from this new wonderful feeling from the man under her. Dean gave kitten licks to work her through, and then worked on cleaning up everything from her juices to his saliva.

Once she sat back onto his chest and gave a deep breath she looked down And smiled at Dean. Her fingers were relaxed from his scalp but she finally released his hair and laid her palm flat to rub out any sore spots. Her thighs and pussy a little raw from his stubble rubbing against the soft flesh. Dean just stared up at her all star struck and amazed, he couldn’t wait until they could get to do that again.

“Are you alive?” Y/N asked down to Dean.

“That was amazing.” Dean replied.

“You definitely knew what you were doing down there.” Y/N said, gesturing her hand around at Dean.

“So are we able to do that again another time or was that a one and done type of situation?” Dean asked.

“You wanna do that again?” Y/N asked incredulously.

“Oh baby I wanna eat your pussy all the time.” Dean answered.

Y/N just playfully shoved his head and tried to stand up so she wasn’t sitting on his chest anymore. Dean had a hard time releasing her waist cause he liked having her close, but he obliged and released her up. Offering a hand up to her so she could further steady herself off. He sat up once she was standing next to him, sliding his body to no longer take up the entire bench seat. Y/N was sliding her panties back on but just balled up her tights not wanting to fight against all the tears and snags to lay right again. She slipped her boots back on and then slid back into Dean’s lap. His arms immediately tightened around her waist, pulling her ever closer to his body.

“We should go to bed, you wanna come lay with me?” Y/N asked, her face half smushed against his chest.

“Your dad would be pissed if he found us there.” Dean answered.

“Not if we’re using different blankets and make it obvious we were just having a late night of research.” Y/N said.

Dean just hummed in agreement and stood up with Y/N in his arms. She gave a squeak of surprise and lowered her legs so she could stand up. Dean kissed the crown of her head and released her, but not before grabbing a hand to hold as they walked back to the house. Y/N raced up the steps before him so she could maneuver the door for the least amount of squeaking.

Once they were back inside, Y/N toyed her boots off and set them back by the door. She quickly locked the door and set the line of salt back into place. Dean was struggling with his boots again, so while Y/N was down on her knees she helped ease his boots off and shot him a look of be quiet or else.

They heard small snores coming from the den, so when they turned the corner they saw Sam sprawled out on the small bed with a book on his chest. So Y/N passed Dean her ball of tights and crept over to his brother to move the book and pull a blanket over his obnoxiously large form. She switched off all of the lights that she thought were too big and disturbing and only left on a small lamp in case he wakes up at all before the sun is up.

She crept back over to Dean and grabbed his hand to lead him up the stairs and to her room. She opened the door for him and then went to use the bathroom before joining him.

He was pulling his jeans off as she came in, his perky butt immediately getting her attention. She sent him a smirk as she went to her dresser to pull out a pair of shorts and sleeping top. She pulled off all her necklaces, then her dress off over her head and then fought with the tights to pull off her upper half. Dean was almost laughing at her struggle and she had to send him a be quiet look.

Y/N quickly slipped her top and shorts on and made her way to the bed. Rubbing at her torso and arms from the tights as she climbed in. She passed Dean one of the many blankets she had on her bed and she took a different one to help differentiate each of them for her father. She then grabbed her journals that she had on her nightstand and passed him one while she opened a couple to lay between them before opening her own.

Dean was quick to settle into her bed, loving how plush and comfy it was. He snuggled in and made quick work of pretending to be learning the lore before settling in to fall asleep. Y/N followed suit as well, except she never really had to pretend to learn the lore because at this point she had her journals memorized and categorized. Her eyes closed as Dean started snoring softly next to her. She mumbled a goodnight as she drifted off to sleep.

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Tags: @jollyhunter @bettystonewell i can’t remember if anyone else wanted tags for this 😂

[seokminfilm]

like the movies | lee seokmin

🪄 pairing, lee seokmin x reader

🪄 warnings, non-idol au, fluff, established relationship, kissing, physical intimacy (holding hands), pet names (seokmin calls reader 'baby', reader uses seokmin's nicknames), dorky seokmin, reader teases seokmin a few times, seokmin soft hours

🪄 summary, in which lee seokmin (your sweetheart of a boyfriend) surprises you with a weekday dinner date (cringy pick up lines and tipsy seokmin ensue).

🪄 author's note, requested by my favorite cutie's g @realmofclouds!! honestly you are so so real for stumbling upon these pictures & falling in love w him all over again 🤍 these pictures were used in one of my first fics to go viral "boyfriend shaped" so this is bringing back memories for me too LMAO anyways enjoy sweetheart boyfriend seokmin 🙈⭐

🪄 now playing, like the movies, laufey & where or when, laufey

The mood of the authentic Korean restaurant brings a smile to your face as you enter, and you follow your boyfriend to your table, sliding into your seat with ease as Seokmin pulls your chair out for you and takes your coat from your arms (being the gentleman he is).

"I seriously can't believe you actually did this," You say, gesturing to the interior of the restaurant as you glance down at the bouquet of flowers Seokmin had surprised you with when he came to get you from work.

"Of course I did! You've been working hard this week, even if you haven't really wanted to. You deserve a nice bowl of fishcakes and tteokbokki." Seokmin smiles, voice light as you laugh into your hand.

"I was going on a diet," You say with a frown. Seokmin sighs, taking your hand and gently patting the top of it with his other hand. His smile is warm, nearly sending heat waves to you as he juts his lips out in a silly pout.

"A cheat day is made for events like this, you know," Seokmin says matter-of-factly, finger in the air as he pushes his frames farther up on his nose. Laughing at his over-the-top antics, you sigh, nodding and giving up your reservations as you sigh, admiring your boyfriend.

"No one can ever be sad when you're around, Seok." You smile softly, and Seokmin giggles in return, cheeks puffing up in a cute smirk as he pulls away from you, accepting his drink from the waiter. You take yours in a similar fashion, quickly ordering your favorite dish before handing the menu away and sipping on your water.

"So, how was your day, baby?" Seokmin's voice is soft, his dark brown eyes on you as he awaits your response.

"It was okay, just kind of boring. Spent my whole day editing outlines and grammar-checking emails. It's like I'm their human Grammarly or something," You scoff dryly, string your drink with your straw as Seokmin studies you, hand resting under his chin as he listens intently.

"And that mean coworker I was telling you about last night? " You start, and Seokmin interrupts you, finishing the name before you can get it out. "Yeonje, right?"

"Yeah, her─" You pause, sighing as you rub the lines forming on your forehead from creasing your eyebrows. "She threatened to hack into my work email and delete all my contacts." You sigh, and Seokmin frowns, obviously not very happy with your information.

"Who would even threaten something like that?" Seokmin questions, and you shrug, a smile appearing on your face despite the craziness of the situation.

"I don't know, but she said it with a force too. It was kind of funny," You lighten up the mood, and Seokmin smiles, shaking his head as reaches his hand across the table again, taking your hand and caressing your knuckles with his slender fingers as he sighs.

"As long as you think it's funny, baby. If it gets too bad though, call me, and I'll deal with it myself." Seokmin's tone is serious, and you blush, imagining your sweet boyfriend storming into your workplace and giving the manager (and Yeonje, hopefully) a piece of his mind.

"I'll remember, Min, I promise. Plus, it'd be fun to see what you'd do." Smiling even wider at the thought of Seokmin threatening to throw hands, you start to laugh, face turning red with your giggles.

Seokmin doesn't know what's funny, yet he's laughing with you seconds later just because of how cute your laugh is to him, and you sigh after a few seconds, level-headed enough to ask him why he's laughing.

"Because you're laughing, baby! ...Your laugh is funny." Seokmin sighs through his words, sides probably hurting from how hard you two were giggling (you swore you saw an elderly couple glaring at you two).

"Aww, not as funny as yours." You say, reaching your hand over the table to pinch Seokmin's cheek. As much as he hates when people do that, he lets you do it with ease, resorting to squinting and blushing as you coo at him.

"What are you going to do though, seriously?" You question after a few seconds of silence, mainly filled by you and Seokmin sipping on more of your drinks to recharge after your giggling session.

"Do about what?" Seokmin questions innocently, cheeks puffed with a dazzling smile on his face as he leans in and waits for your reply. Sighing at how cute he looks, you push his face away from yours lightly, causing Seokmin to let out a laugh as you giggle.

"If I do call you to the company one day. Are you going to politely berate them or something?" You question, and Seokmin smiles into his hand, looking to the side quickly before meeting your eyes again. The table goes quiet for a few split seconds, and you can see the gears turning in Seokmin's brain as he tries to think about how he would do that

"How would I "politely berate" someone?" He repeats in disbelief, and you let out a spurt of laughter, head hitting the wooden table as Seokmin's forearm automatically flies out to soften your blow.

"Just be polite like how you usually are. Like this: "You should please stop making my girlfriend's work day harder. Pretty please? I mean, I'd appreciate it, for real!"" You tease, and shake your head moments later, watching how Seokmin's smile grows up at your impression of him.

"You think so lowly of me, don't you?" Seokmin questions, voice warm through his smile as you laugh, shaking your head as you kiss his lean hand.

"I'm just teasing, Seokkie. You know how much I adore you." You smile sweetly, lips curving into a smile as Seokmin leans in, pecking your lips softly with his as he sighs.

"Not as much as I adore you, though." Seokmin combats, and you sigh, letting him win the argument as you shrug. "I'm not going to try and fight you on that, Seokmin."

The laughter that spills from Seokmin's lips sounds like heaven on earth, and you silently thank whatever higher power exists for bringing Seokmin into your life. You'd have surprise dinners like these with him a hundred times over if all that it meant was that you'd get to have Seokmin by your side.

[sensitive-neuvi-enthusiast]

You're...Dating Them?

♡♡-Request: Neuvillette/Furina has a secret lover. They get put on trial for murder. Their only alibi? A date they went on with them. Chaos ensues.

Content: chaos, angst sorta, its just pure shenanigans.

Neuvillette

This couldn't be happening again. Neuvillette sat, unmoved in his seat. Eyes casting a glance over at you every so often. You'd been put on trial. For murder.

It was difficult for him to stay professional, surprisingly. Well, it wouldn't be if everyone knew that you two were a couple. But they didn't. Per his request, one of his attempts at keeping you safe. He didn't want others to know how close you were. Someone may take advantage and use you as leverage, or worse; hurt you. He didn't want to lose you and yet, here you were. Fear written on your face as you stood trial.

"Has the defendant prepared an alibi?" His voice wavered slightly, especially with those tearful eyes you aimed at him.

"I…I was out with someone." You said softly and only then, did it register.

He'd been so consumed with the fact you'd been accused. That there was possibly a chance you could be sentenced, that he forgot he was with you at the time. On a date. Hands interlocked as you both walked down a secluded beach. He had the very alibi that you needed, he could prove your innocence. But he could also create future issues for you. Neuvillette looked at you again. You had kept the secret, even though all of this was on the line.

He couldn't take it. Neuvillette stood, smacking his cane against the ground when the audience had gotten a bit rowdy from his silence. Then he looked at you, eyes conveying that you could say it.

"I was…with Monsieur Neuvillette."

The crowd erupted into gasps and shrills. They simply couldn't believe it. And it seems that his secret love was not so secret anymore.

Furina

To say you were confused would be an understatement. Especially since it was your lover who'd put you on trial. You weren't sure what kind of shenanigans she was up to, but you stood with your arms crossed. Waiting for her to explain why she thought you murdered someone.

"As you can see, the evidence is right there in plain sight!" She waved her hand dramatically.

"The defendant is obviously guilty," a smirk was etched onto her face and all you could do was roll your eyes. Was she serious? You'd probably be more upset if this wasn't the norm for you. And your relationship. Even if it was a secret, her dramatics knew no bounds. It's most likely someone told her you'd done it and being her, she took it at face value. Even if on that evening, you were with her.

"Do you have anything to say to refute her claims?" Neuvillette asked, clearly exasperated with her antics as well.

You crossed your arms. "The only thing I have to say is, I was with my lover at the time." Your brow raised as you watched the wheels in her head turn. Rather slowly but they did nonetheless. She cleared her throat immediately, "Right…a lover, your lover…me." She said a little too loudly, causing everyone in the courtroom to hear her. The crowd erupted and Neuvillette had to bang his cane against the ground.

"Order! Order!"

"Oh, would you look at that, I think it's time for me to exit stage left, Toodles!"

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[ghostbustting]

Hii :)

could I request smth for Izzy (gnr) where reader is one of Duff's siblings and Izzy's into her, and she's been picking up on that but thinks that it's impossible because she finds herself to be really plain/boring (not insecure per se but confused), so she kind of ignores his advances and eventually he gets really frustrated and when theyre alone he kind of bursts and tells her to just reject him out loud instead of leading him on, and then frustrated smut ensues?

😭sorry if this is overly specific

have a great day/ night! -🕸️

Finally a request for my man SHJSBSJABA🙈

╰┈➤“𝑾𝑨𝑰𝑻 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝒀𝑶𝑼„ ๋࣭⭑

Izzy Stradlin x McKagan!Reader

Contains Smut

The coldness of a typical December’s night always had it’s way to get to me, despite being someone who would enjoy playing around in the snow all winter. Layers of sweaters is a must in this season, obviously. Though usually, in these type of situation, I’d burry myself under a whole bunch of layers of blankets, take a hot bath, or make myself something warm and comforting to drink.

This time, I decided to make a hot cup of coffee, craving that slightly bitter taste on my tongue that would warm up my throat and my stomach from all the freezing weather out there in the world.

Walking into the kitchen of my own house, I was greeted by a raven black hair, that was obviously dyed, standing in the way, a figure blocking my way from the kitchen counter, a figure that’s clearly not a part of my family.

I swear to God, I don’t remember my brother Duff being such a fucking twink, dye his blond hair into raven, and losing a few inch of his giraffe-like height.

Then it took me awhile to realize and get it in my head that the guy standing in front of me was Izzy Stradlin, one of Duff’s stupid bandmates. I sigh in relief to know Duff hadn’t gone that dumb as to go all black hair and lose what he would call his ‘chick magnet of a height’.

“Excuse me,” I say softly, rushing past Izzy in order to grab my mug from the top cabinet.

I never really found the right words to describe the Jeffrey Dean Isbell. He was.. intriguing, in a way, always had been. The first thing I noticed about him was his slightly mysterious demeanor of staying quiet most of the time with his literal monkeys and baboons of friends, including my brother obviously.

The second thing I noticed was the way he would just sit back with a cigarette casually sitting between his lips, the way he play as a rhythm guitarist in their band, the way his fingers strum those chords, the way he dresses so oddly appealing.

At first I always thought I made a bad first impression on him to the point he didn’t talk to me a lot when I was around, but lately I found myself thinking it’s a whole different reason.

Because the third thing I noticed about him is the way lately, he’d look at me up and down each time I enter the room or walk by him, he started talking to me, praising me now and then— not too subtle, but not too hidden for me to be oblivious about it. He’d throw his cigarette away when I’m nearby, knowing I’m not a smoker, he’d also mess up his guitar chords when I’m at their practices.

I’d respond with the same thing, small smiles, small chit-chat, assisting him with his guitar when one of the strings broke, making lunch for the band, my eyes meeting him when I hand his food. The little antics he’d put on whenever I’m around him starts to make me get my hopes up and think he might actually be into me.

But when I think about it again, I find it impossible. Why would he? He hung around groupies, his band’s back dancers, random club whores. And out of all those choices he just happen to be interested in me? As far as I concerned, I was plain. Boring. I dress just like all other girls, yet I always failed to make myself look as attractive as they do.

Looks aren’t really something I prioritize that much. But I can’t help but find it confusing how he acts like I’m special to him. Or perhaps he treats every other girl he’s comfortable with like this.

So with my doubt, I decided to just ignore his little shenanigans.

I start to make my coffee, stirring it till it’s completely mixed nicely. I can feel Izzy’s gaze on me as I do so, hearing a sigh from him while he stay standing there like a statue, his lips slightly parted as if words were urging to slip past them and into my ears.

There always were some sort of different vibe washing over both of us whenever it’s just us two. The clock was ticking, we were quiet yet the tension speaks loud enough for us. I try to stay quiet and keep my eyes on my coffee as I lift my mug up to my lips and take a sip.

A sigh escapes me as the freshly made coffee warms up my throat, licking up the liquid that managed to drop on my lip, a pair of eyes burns a hole at the side of my head like a magnifying glass using the power of sunlight.

Only, there is no sunlight. The reminder fills me with coldness again as I blow air into my hand and rub them together, desperate to feel heat forming in my palms. That’s when I hear his voice, “Are you feeling cold?” His voice was monotone as usual, but if you hear closely you can hear just enough genuine care in that same exact voice.

Or I was hallucinating again.

I nod my head quietly, “Mhm.” My answer came out shorter than how I would usually answer his questions or statements, not even looking up at him even though I’d always look into his eyes so deeply in our conversations.

I hear him sigh yet again, leaning against the counter next to me this time as I take another sip of my coffee. I slowly raise my head to look up at him, trying to find out what emotion he’s feeling at the moment, yet always finding it hard through his casual straight face that he wear most of the time.

“You uh.. a coffee person?”

I raise an eyebrow at his random question. It’s not the first time he did this, but it just feels so awkward this time. Looking down again and shrugging with a nod, I hum “Mhm..”

“You look lovely tonight.”

My heart stops and my cheeks turned slightly pigmented with a tint of pink. For a guy so quiet and closed most of the times, I find it flattering to hear him compliment me like this. His choice of words; “Lovely” makes my mind get dizzy. But I had to remind myself that he was probably just being nice.

With another nod and a small voice, “Thanks..” I spoke, “You—”

This time though, before I could start speaking more, he cut me off with a small groan as his hand rub his face, “Jesus, just reject me already..” He muttered under with a sigh that sounded more irritated than the previous sighs he let out.

Lifting my head up, my eyes met his green ones. He throw his head back and roll his eyes, sitting slightly on the edge of the counter. I gulped and slowly answer him, “Sorry? I don’t understand what you—”

“Oh don’t act fucking dumb.”

Taken aback by his words, I lean back and tilt my head. “Excuse me?” I scoff, raising an eyebrow at him in a way of showing the way I feel offended by his words. I have no idea what his problem is with me. At first he compliment me, and now he’s acting irritated all of a sudden?

He laughed bitterly and look at me, “This. This is what I mean.” He spoke, pushing his slightly greasy raven hair back with his fingers. There was a hint of uncertainty in his eyes, as if he’s hesitant to continue his sentence, his eyes turning back down to his shoes. “You know what you’re doing. It’s not fair, you know? You- you look at me with those fucking eyes, talk to me, lead me on and at the end you—”

“What?!”

I blurted out a little too loud. My eyes widen as I almost spat out the coffee I was previously sipping on. I didn’t expect him to say that. Leading him on? How did he get that? Was I really giving that impression on him? Despite finding myself getting flustered by his antics here and there, I was never the type to flirt first. I can never bring myself to make a first move.

Izzy let out yet another shaky sigh as he ruffle up his own hair, messing it up a little. He seems oddly frustrated, a hint of uneasiness in the way he stand. “What? You clearly know I have a thing for you and- and—”

“You have WHAT?” I cut him off yet again, my eyes widening even more to the point they might pop out of their sockets. His words rang in my ears again and again, a feeling of disbelief washing over me when I realize what he said. “I.. I didn’t know..”

As conscious as I was all the time of his small gestures, I would’ve never thought my assumptions would turn out to be true. And even now, I don’t even know whether he was saying the truth or just meaningless words to me just to play me in the end like rock stars like him would typically do to any vulnerable girls that came across their way.

I took a step back and lean against the kitchen island behind me, my hand coming to rest on the edges of it as I look down and try to process the situation again, or rather trying to decide whether he was genuine or not, very careful with my decision.

He’s kind, always was. I never had a problem with him unlike Duff’s other friend that would start an argument with me every little minutes. Izzy was rather.. closed yet considerate towards me.

“You don’t believe me huh?” He started again, sighing. I look up at him, my eyes giving away the hesitance in me. Then, Izzy slowly start walking my way, sending a wave of nervousness in me when he got even closer, all the way till he’s right in front of my face, his hands besides mine on the edge the island.

With this proximity, it was so much easier looking at the small details in his face, how lighter the green in his eyes seems to shine, the nose piercing that’ll look somewhat invisible if you don’t look close enough, the smallest imperfection in his almost perfect face, at least that’s what I see when I look at him. I didn’t even realize how he’s slowly leaning even closer into me.

Looking down at me, he ask, “Does your brother take long when he go out?” His voice is now slightly smaller, my eyes slowly avoid his gaze and look at the floor instead as I nod my head to his questions.

“..Then will you let me prove my feelings before he comes back?”

My heart beat accelerates on it’s own, my chest heaving up an down as I take deep breaths and let them out in shaky and heavy ones. I found it hard to speak with how nervous and aroused he makes me. He was older than my brother, let alone the age gap between him and me. But I really can’t help this overwhelming feeling building up inside me.

One small sex. That’s it. If my feeling say it’ll go south, then I’ll bury this memory away.

“..Fine..”

And with those four letter word, something switched up in him, as if he found it as a green light. His hands immediately went to my cheeks, cupping them as he connect his lips to mine.

My eyes light up before slowly fluttering close with the feeling of his slightly dry lips rubbing right against mine, my hips being held close to him by his hands.

All the concern I had floated away when his tongue swiftly slips past my lips and meet mine, making me gasp a little at the taste of him. He tasted.. oddly sweet.

Or perhaps it was just the lust in me that made me feel all these kinds of feelings. Nevertheless, I was loving it. Too much, perhaps.

My arms snakes up and wrap around his neck, pulling him in even closer as he lift my hips up and place me to sit on the kitchen island, my lips staying on him the whole time.

I can feel his hands on my thighs, he was massaging them while slowly parting them, pulling me closer to the edge of the island while his fingers trails up to the waistband of my pants.

My eyes widen and I pull back from the kiss before I place my hand over his to pause him, he looked over at me and press one last peck on my lips, “Trust me.” He whisper, his voice way too reassuring to deny, “Please..?” His eyes stays on mine while he slowly kneel down on the floor.

The breath I exhaled became more heavy and shaky by the time he pull down my pants, letting it drop to the floor with him, the only thing stopping him from getting to my cunt is the already soaked fabric of my panties.

I watch silently as he lean closer to my clothed cunt, his finger lightly running up and down the soaked part of my panties, making me gasp when I can feel his finger right through the thin fabric.

Slowly, he began to pull down my panties. I was already forgetting how to breathe when he place the panties close to his nose, taking a good sniff of it before shucking it into his pocket.

Then.. I yelped when he dove into my pussy like there was no tomorrow, pulling me by my thighs and placing them on his shoulder.

My back arched when he began sucking on my clit harshly, two of his fingers making their way between my folds, pumping in and out of it while I make the dirtiest noises ever that echoes right through the empty house.

My hand reach up and hold onto his hair, pulling his face closer. “Fuck! Izzy..” I moaned, my legs shaking as he continued on and on with his action.

His fingers worked like magic, curling up at the perfect position that can pull out even louder noises from me. Meanwhile his mouth continued to suck and nibble on my clit, driving me insane with pleasure.

I can already feel a knot forming in my stomach, grinding against his fingers and face as I reach closer and closer to my release. “..’M close..!”

That’s when he pulled back and stopped my release.

I look at him with wide eyes, “Wha- why’d you stop?” I panted out, my legs still shakint from how much he drove me insane just by using his mouth and fingers.

But by the time his pants along with his boxers fall down to the floor, I knew I was in for a main course. My eyes widened yet again when I noticed the size of his cock and how it curves up a little.

Suddenly, he pushes me to the middle of the island before climbing up on it himself, towering over me while his hands were pinning my shoulders down to the hard cold surface where I would usually find myself use for eating.

My eyes stays on him the whole time while he held my hip in one hand and the tip of his cock in the other, he seems very.. concentrated.

I held in deep breaths when he start pushing through my folds and into me, the both of us let out groans of pleasure from the new feeling while he slowly push in even deeper.

“Iz..” I whimper as my back arch when he managed to get all of his cock stuffed inside me, both of his hands on my hips now as he starts to thrust in and out of me. His length stretched me out, my small whimpers becoming moans.

Izzy himself moaned when he found the right pace, speeding up his movement. “You’re so tight.. fuck..” He grunted out, his hold on my hips becoming firmer.

When he lean down to kiss on my neck, my hands immediately flew to his back, clawing on his shirt and taking it off him before I throw it away. His cock continues to pump in and out of me, hitting the right spots every single time.

I moaned and held onto his back, my nails surely leaving scratch marks on his skin. My lips parted when his hips starts ramming back and forth into me desperately, my legs shaking from how fast he was going. “Fuck!” I cried out, trying to pull him even closer to me.

His face was burried deep in my neck, I didn’t even notice how he had left a secret mark right behind my ear, whispering, “I want you.. I wanted you for so long.. why can’t you fucking understand that..?” He grunts in my ear, his voice a sweet melody my ears record to remember for another night.

“Faster.. faster please..!” I moaned out.

And that’s exactly what he did, he lean back up and hold my hips even more tighter, I was sure his fingers would be leaving a mark. His hips starts ramming even more fast, not faltering even for a second. He just kept going.

He was able to let out the sweetest yet dirtiest moan out of me, making my bsck arch at the same time as my fingers try to find something to hold onto, to which he offered out his hand for me to hold.

I gripped onto his hand and arm tightly, “So good, so good..” I cried out, squirming still underneath him.

That’s when the knot from earlier returns even tighter now. This time I just cannot hold it in any longer, “I’m coming..!” I gasped out when my release came gushing out of me, dripping down my cunt tha’s still being pumped by him.

“Oh shit.. mm.. shit shit!” Izzy suddenly pulled out and grip his cock tightly on my stomach, jerking himself off till white streaks of his cum flew out, messing up my shirt.

He then slowly fall onto me, he wasn’t that much of a buff guy, so his weight didn’t surprised me that much. I slowly wrap my arms around his neck, holding him close to me as we pant for breath, still shocked from our deeds.

He was the first to speak up, his voice becoming soft yet again, “Sorry about your shirt.. and the island..” He whisper, “I’ll clean them up..” His head was resting my chest, ear pressed onto my skin as he listen closely to my heartbeat.

“Don’t worry.” I whisper back and stroke his hair with my fingers, feeling the softness of it.

That’s when he look up at me and let out a shaky breath, “So.. what- do you believe me now..?” He ask, a hint of hope in his eyes that are silently pleading with me to say yes.

Looking away, I sigh and close my eyes, my mind trying to come up with the correct respond to voice out. “I don’t.. I don’t know..”

Looking back at Izzy, I can see all the hope in his eyes crushed up as his head fall back on my chest. I continue to run my fingers through his hair, feeling a sense of guilt for crushing his hope within seconds. “I’m sorry..” I whisper.

“It’s okay.” He shook his head, mumbling “I’ll wait for you..”

Though my mind made my answer unsure, there was something nudging me in my heart, something telling me that this boy on my chest was being genuine. I couldn’t help but look down at his face, his eyes closed and he looked so peaceful. My heart had an urge to accept him into my world, but my mind told me to wait for the right moment.

[thebowieconstricker]

Expressing Yourself with Edward Scissorhands✂️🥀🪡

Edward Scissorhands x Reader Oneshot!

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Summary: You need a haircut, and your best friend is happy to help. Pining and fluff ensues.

Tags: Haircuts, soft touches, pining, fluff, so much fluff, domestic fluff, they’re in love and they don’t know it, give Edward Scissorhands a happy ending 20XX

AN: Hey y’all, this takes place before Edward has cut anyone’s hair, cause I love the idea that you’re the first to get an Edward haircut lol. Also this is partly just me ranting about wanting short hair, but take this anyway you need it! You are valid and Edward loves you <333

You hated your hair with a passion. It stuck out here, or was too long there, or was uneven at the back. Every time you looked in the mirror, you sighed before putting it up so you wouldn’t have to look at it. Although you had pleaded for a trip to the barbers before, your parents wouldn’t budge, and you were forced to keep your atrocious hairstyle.

This was the rant that you were currently giving to your very best friend, Edward. Ever since he had first come to town, you had an immediate kinship with him. Obviously you didn’t have scissors for hands, but you related to him. You were an oddball in your family, striving for something more than the technicolor suburbs. And when you saw Edward… man, it was like someone had created the perfect friend for you. He was so kind and understanding, he always seemed so enthusiastic about your dreams (though enthusiastic for him meant a small smile), and he was an amazing listener.

Like now.

Currently, you were pacing in the Bogg’s basement, where Edward sat on the couch, watching you. This had become your designated hang out space when you didn’t want to be outside.

“I just- I don’t get why they won’t just let me cut it. And like- I would do it myself, but I don’t know anything about styling hair!” You had been pacing for some time now, and at this statement, you dramatically collapsed next to Edward (though a good distance away as to not make him uncomfortable). He gave a small inhale and a smile that you took to be a laugh at your antics, and you looked at him.

Suddenly, you got an idea.

“Edward… have you ever cut someone’s hair before?”

His eyebrows raised in surprise, before shaking his head ‘no’.

You adjusted to face him more head on, his brown doe eyes giving you an awfully sweet, curious expression.

“Would you cut my hair? I mean, if you wouldn’t mind, of course. And it’s okay if it’s bad, ‘cause at least then my parents would have to take me to get it fixed.” At that you giggled a bit.

Edward furrowed his brows then, looking at you carefully.

“I like your hair.” He said it quietly, but seriously, and your heart melted.

“That’s sweet, but- I just don’t. And hey, I’ve seen the stuff you can create out of hedges, maybe hair can be your new medium!”

He gave a small smile to himself, then looked back at you seriously. “But I don’t want to hurt you.”

You frowned. “You won’t hurt me, Edward. I trust you.” To emphasize, you gently put your hand on his shoulder. He flinched a bit at the contact, just enough that you notice, but then he froze, staring at you. He stared a lot, you had noticed. But this time, he seemed to be almost analyzing you. After a moment, he finally spoke. “I can do it.” You grinned and took your hand off of his shoulder, the urge to hug him becoming overwhelming. “Thank you SO MUCH! This means so much to me!” His eyes seemed to soften at your excitement and he smiled. “I’m happy to help you.” Edward motioned his hands upward, which you took as a sign to adjust yourself.

Oh, we’re doing this here-?

Eh, I’ll clean up Peg’s carpet.

You moved to grab a chair, which you set directly in front of him, then sat in it with your back to him. Edward stood up behind you, walking carefully around you as he took in the full spectacle that was your hair. You blushed a tad when he moved his face closer to yours to look at the hair in front of your face, but you tried to stay calm. After doing a few circles around you, he raised his hands and gave a part of your hair a sharp cut.

As the chunk fell to the ground, you couldn’t help but grin.

Edward cut more and more, here some and there some. As he grew more confident, he cut faster, the snipping sound you heard increasing in tempo. You couldn’t tell what style he was doing, as he seemed to be cutting at random. But you stayed as still as possible, getting excited as strand after strand wafted to the ground.

After a minute of him cutting at what seemed like the speed of light, he began to slow down, taking more care with certain parts of what hair you had left. Suddenly, he carefully put his scissor-hands on either side of your head, and your heart began to beat. Slowly, carefully, he turned your head to the left. You gulped.

He paused. He observed. He took his hands away from your head, but you kept it still, looking to the side. Taking very small steps, Edward circled you, and you stayed as still as a statue.

Without a sound, he jerked his arm up and gave your hair a final snip.

He smiled softly. “Done.” He whispered.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“Woah, that was- an experience.” You said, getting up from the chair. Edward blinked as his smile widened, a gesture you had decided to mean he was laughing. You walked across the room to a mirror hanging on the wall, nervous but excited.

When you looked-

It was you.

Really you! The truest version of you that you had ever seen! Your hair was perfect! Edward had styled it so it framed your face just so, but also created such a unique shape that you laughed out loud seeing it.

“Do you like it?” Edward’s soft voice floated from behind you. You turned to him, grinning so widely you could tell it was contagious from the way he smiled back. “Edward it’s- it’s so perfect! I love it! You’re so talented I- can I hug you?”

He continued to smile at your praises until you mentioned a hug. “I can’t.” He frowned and said it so sadly.

You frowned with him, but then, you thought of something. “Could I put a braid in your hair?”

His eyes lit up, perking up immediately. He nodded with a smile.

You dashed to gather the proper materials in your bag, pulling out a hairbrush and some small, elastic hair ties. “Your turn in the chair, Ed!” He moved quickly to sit down, his hands fidgeting in excitement.

After a while of trying to organize Edward’s hair into something even remotely manageable, you took a part of his hair and gently began to braid. Although you had always admired his hair from afar, you never took in how beautiful it actually was. A dark, inky color, it swirled and curled in intricate layers. Choppy and messy, yes, but with such charm.

Unbeknownst to you, Edward was in heaven. His eyes softly closed the second you began to touch his hair, a small hum of contentment escaping from his lips. You had been the first person to want to get close to him. You had always been so relentlessly kind to him. You were never afraid to touch him. And now here you were, happily braiding his hair. If his pale face could blush, it would, and he felt the heat rising to his cheeks. He had basically fallen for you the second he saw you, but moments like these made him fall harder and harder.

A moment later, you had finished a small, pretty braid in the mess of his hair. Small enough that it didn’t alter his style (you’d never want to do that, it was too gorgeous), but large enough that it could be seen.

“Done! I like it!” You ruffled his hair affectionately and Edward beamed. He got up from his chair slowly, but then dashed robotically across the room to the mirror, making you giggle. He looked at himself and turned his head at an angle to see his braid. As you watched, his eyes crinkled with how much he smiled, his scissors sniping back and forth. He turned to you.

“Thank you very much.” He said, grinning.

You walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder. “No, thank you. This was amazing.” His eyes were focused on you, giving you an expression of adoration and gratitude.

Leading him back to the couch, you began to chatter away about another matter. The two of you ultimately settled again, this time you put your head on his shoulder. The rest of the night would go on like your previous hang-out nights, but you both knew that things had shifted between you two. Things were the same, yes, but you had shared something special. You finally felt like yourself, thanks to Edward. And Edward felt appreciated and loved, thanks to you.

AN: Thanks so much for reading! I just want there to be more cuddly Edward content so I guess I’ll have to do it myself. Also I included the “you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding” line on purpose, because it’s such a cliche lol. Gimme requests if ya got ‘em and have a wonderful autumn! <333

[lees-brainrotzone]

what is the funger cast like in the waffle house Au? are the just the weird polycule that comes in every so often or are they the group of stoners who all work at the same place?

I'm assuming you're talking about the f&h1 cast, and if I'm wrong correct me in the comments or in another ask and I'll talk about them, I love any excuse to yap LMAOOO

anyways, I like to think they're all stoners in a weird ass polycule LMAOOOO like enki and rag are pretty close and probably are living together, cahara is living with celeste and their child and they adopted the girl a couple of years back, d'arce probably also lives with them after she got over her crush on le'garde and realized these other people she's bonded with care about her way more than he ever did and yeah,,, the girl and Cahara and Celeste's child get two moms, two dads, a dog and an enki LMAOOO

so yeah like, Enki and Rag live together and probably only live a couple of miles from Cahara, Celeste, D'arce, and the kids. Moonless is obviously with Rag and Enki.

also I could be like,,, super funny and make Enki and Samarie related in this au, hell, what if I made Enki her legal guardian, what then huh? antics ensue! Samarie just got done putting her hand in the fryer again and Pav reluctantly is calling the only number listed on her emergency contact form, which is Enki. Enki and Pav can't stand each other. Pav is holding the bandaged hand of Samarie, stomping his way to the front with her like a pissed off parent with their child in a grocery store, passes her off to Enki and says to him with gritted teeth to take her home.

If it wasn't for Samarie working there Pav probably would have had Enki straight up banned from the place, even though Enki almost never goes there unless it's Samarie related or unless it's the only thing open in a 20 mile radius, which has happened before. Though one person that is fuckin banned is Le'Garde. If Pav sees Le'Garde it is on sight, no hesitation, he's taking his ass back to the dumpster and throwing him in it, let the over grown rats take care of him. This is also the only time you can get the entire staff to agree with Pav on something, no one is opposed to Le'Garde being banned and they're surprised that Pav somehow managed to make it happen considering they work at a damn waffle house. He doesn't tell them, it's funnier to let them guess, let Daan get a headache from all of Karin's crazy theories.

[acronym49]

Obey Me! Characters react to mc being a dragon

(trying my hand at writing headcanons, let me know what you think! Other brothers + dateables are a work in progress)

__Lucifer__

He's not optimistic. His brothers are hard enough as it is, but adding in a new large creature? It'd be better to just keep you down with Cerberus. Maybe he'd enjoy the new playmate.The annoyance turns to intrigue when he learns you have the mind of any other demon (or person, if you will). And you can speak? Strange. This wont make him like you by any means, of anything he will be very distrusting. As you live there, though, he starts getting used to you. He even enjoys your odd antics, and especially the way you can rally in any ensuing chaos (despite how often you cause it).On one or two rare occasions, he'd absently try to pet you on the head when he was in that 'dead tired from paperwork' state. Depending on your reaction, he might do it more. When/if he does end up falling for you, expect to be near him a lot (obviously). There's not so many head-pats, but he likes to have you sit next to him while he's working or reading, sometimes absently stroking you neck or asking your opinion on whatever he's working with. There'll definitely be some teasing as to how catlike you are at times, but he means it lovingly. *he might put a collar on you if you ask-*He wouldn't ever be the type to outright ask to ride on your back, but I have the feeling he'd make subtle hints to it.'Ah, darn, the ride canceled last second. How can we get there now?' Ykyk. He'll turn you down the first time when you ask if he wants to fly with you, but that's just the pride talking for him. He'd love nothing more. After all, one of the most powerful lords of hell swooping in upon a dragon? You two would be an awe-inspiring duo, that's for sure.

__Mammon__

Ugh, he's gotta watch the new student? Lame! Humans are so- what the fuck is that?He dosen't know how to react at first. This is the thing he's looking after? It'll be awkward for the first few days, but as we know, he falls for MC fast. Awkward silence changes to him griping about how you always have to follow him. After the pact, though, he realizes you're not so bad. You tease him a little bit, sure, but he notices how you praise him, too. Just simple compliments, like how he looks good in his shades, how he's so good at math, how he's super fun to be around. It makes him feel better, y'know? Other demons also seem to be a bit less inclined to make fun of him when you're around, especially when you growl at them for being so openly mean. After a little bit of time, you two are basically glued at the hip. Depending on the kind of MC you are, you two could be the ultimate partners in crime or the closest confidants (or both!). There'll never be a boring moment with you two.It wont take him too long to ask to fly on you (probably be one of the first things he asks you tbh- it's like a joy-ride squared)He'd be respectful but mopey if you say no, but if you say yes? That's a happy demon on your hands right there. Be sure to set some boundaries, though, he might not wanna go by car anymore (like when you give a hognose snake a toad and they refuse to go back to pinkies lmfao). He'll try and get you to learn some aerial maneuvers, maybe how to spin or go upside-down (it's harder than it looks). When you two aren't flying or causing chaos together, you're both just hanging out. When he's relaxed, he likes to trace his hand over your smooth skin/scales/feathers/fur. He can't help it, the texture's just so soothing. Don't point it out, though, he'll go BRIGHT red. He likes it when you two watch movies together, or when you browse Devilgram with him over his shoulder. Feel free to nuzzle him and cuddle up, this man loves it. Sometimes he returns the favor, using you as his own sort of couch while he talks with you, sometimes giving you a peck here and there.

__Leviathan__

Oh this man is hyped from the start. A whole-ass dragon? LIVING with him and his brothers? What could be cooler? He has an internal war between wanting to get a good look at you and being really nervous to get too close. That nervousnes amps up when he realizes you can talk. You might think he's a hallucination at first with how fast he darts out of sight the moment you try and look at him. Fortunately, Mammon's debt to him is what spurs your first interaction. After, he's a little bit more ok with being percieved. He plays it cool at first, not wanting to seem too pushy, but he can't help but barrage you with questions when he gets the chance. It's actually quite a fun time, especially if you love infodumping as much as he (and I) does. You ask your own share of questions as well, about the Devildom, about him, about the games and figures he loves. As you two get more relaxed with one another, you both love to sit and chat about each other's hyperfixations. You can't exactly game with him due to your talons (not comfortably, anyways), but he lets you watch over his shoulder while he games. It makes his victories that much sweeter, and any losses a tad more bearable. Sometimes he lets you go on the mic to startle or taunt the other players, just for fun. It's hard to tell exactly when the relationship begins and the friendship ends, it's a smooth transition that neither of you really notice until you're literally cuddled up together, watching Assasination Classroom on his phone at 2am. It takes a surprising while for him to ask to fly with you. You may have to be the one to bring it up, actually. Nervous the whole time, 100%. He may decline, but upon numerous reassurances he'll agree. I think it's like... that test drive scene from httyd. It's so unfamiliar at first, being high up, with the wind blowing so fiercely. After a while, though, something clicks with him. He'll gain that confidence, guiding you (with your permission) where he wants to go. Something about that wild, windswept sensation of being a mile up in the air melts his nerves. It's just you two and the sky. The others are def gonna be jealous about how well you fly together.

(Feel free to tag with your dragon ocs! Sorry for any spelling errors lmao my eyes tend to skip over words sometimes)

[xaeyrnofnbe]

warning: this post was written in a mad haze right before i went to sleep last night

yet another buffy au i've been thinking about. swap au type thing but it's just spike and angel who swap places

spike is cursed with a soul as a direct consequence of killing his first slayer, leading to him splitting off from the fanged four shortly after. he skulks for a while but copes eventually. this version of spike is pretty different from tv spike, but not entirely different either. his personality and fashion sense are similar, though he's a bit more reserved and serious. not NEARLY as blank-faced and stiff as tv angel though

angelus, petty bitch that he is, gets way curious about the slayer killing thing and decides to try it for himself. he proceeds to become entirely obsessed with finding creative ways to lead slayers to their doom, as well as ways to torment/punish spike for abandoning his "family". darla and drusilla get sick of his antics and leave him as well, only worsening his obsession and anger. he ends up blaming spike for all of it

when buffy is called, spike is directed toward her as a way to redeem himself, and he's intrigued by her but also cautious, not wanting to get too involved in things. he picks up her messes when he can but keeps his distance, mostly minding his own business

by the time the story really starts, things actually start exactly the same as on the show. buffy moves to sunnydale, meets the scoobies, giles, etc. even angel appears the same, being mysterious and brooding in that way that immediately gets her crushing.

but it's all an act. a manipulation. a trick. because for the first time in practically a century, his two favorite obsessions are in the same town. so he starts trying to win buffy's trust in order to eventually kill her and foil spike's attempt at redemption. because of this, spike is forced to reveal himself to buffy, warning her about angelus

obviously, she doesn't know who to believe. but when she confronts angelus about it, spike's warning turns out to be the truth, and the ensuing carnage leads to giles dying by angelus' hand. or fangs or whatever. you get it. this would take place about midway through what would have been season 1. maybe. idk.

buffy is wary of spike but they start working together, with him as a sort of ally/friend/mentor figure, though not to the same degree as giles was. he offers advice, details about how to fight angelus, and struggles with wanting to protect her when she really doesn't need it. he's well-meaning but a bit directionless in his goal of redemption

as the resident helpful guy of the group, spike gets knocked out a lot. oftentimes by angelus himself. this leads to numerous Situations

there's for sure a storyline where spike loses his soul (NO idea what his "true happiness" could be) but i think the result would just be late-series tv spike for a little bit. not necessarily evil just impulsive and short tempered. more sarcastic. that gets wrapped up though (or maybe it doesn't? maybe he doesn't get his soul back and has to grapple with the change for the worse? idk man i'm still very much workshopping this idea)

stuff with darla and the master still happens but slightly differently since who's on who's side is a little shuffled around. just assume that whole storyline happens at some point in all of this. before or after, idk

there's a big showdown with angelus of course, it's all very emotional and intense etc etc and buffy wins but angelus gets away, promising vengeance

in this version of the story, angelus is the one who gets domesticated against his will via the initiative chip. everybody wants to kill him when they find out he's (mostly 🫢) harmless now, but spike is the one who stands up on his behalf, realizing that now both of them have a chance to be good. angelus is less than receptive to this (at first) but over the course of probably multiple season-equivalent stretches of time, the power of friendship triumphs over all and he becomes a reluctant ally to buffy and co

does angelus ever get to the point of fighting to win back his soul? man idk. it's possible but not very

bangel (probably) never happens. spuffy never happens (they do have a very special friendship though). little bit of spangel maybe shut up i'm not biased. also i feel bad for killing off giles but it makes sense in my head alright? buffy can't have TWO sassy british guys telling her what to do, that's just overkill.

[yourdeepestfathoms]

TADC Playing D&D

(ALL PLATONIC/FAMILIAL.)

Caine is the DM obviously

Pomni plays a Firbolg Warlock (but her Firbolg’s design is the one that looks like a cow. y’all know the one. it’s the only valid design for a Firbolg)

Jax plays a Tiefling Rogue (obviously)

Ragatha plays an Aasimar Cleric (also obviously)

Zooble plays a Changeling Barbarian

Gangle plays a Gnome Druid

Kinger plays a Warforged Artificer

And then Caine reveals the plot twist: it’s gonna be irl dnd, and they ACTUALLY PLAY their characters

They’ve got costumes and their character traits and everything! Like, Ragatha gets angel wings, Jax has horns, Pomni gets a tail (because, again, cow-like Firbolgs are the only right way to design Firbolgs, and you can pry that from my cold, dead hands)

The terrain also changes into the same terrain as wherever they adventure to

Antics ensue!

Zooble is the tank

And they can instill the fear of god upon man

But you know who else can be scary as fuck?

Ragatha

Have you ever fought a Forge Cleric before? Did you know those bitches can wear Heavy Armor?

Combat is WILD when they’re actually acting it out

Though, it can barely be considered “acting” because Caine has somehow made magic possible????

Kinger asks to make the most wild shit because he thinks it’s fun

Gangle once got downed, got to two (2) failed Death Saves, was brought back up, and then was IMMEDIATELY downed again

Pomni gets anxiety over even the most mundane of rolls

She was asked to roll Perception, and she was sweating buckets, afraid to fail and screw everything up, and it was literally just to find a nice bakery in the city they were at

Jax asks to pickpocket orphans

Ragatha: Pomni, why is your Strength a seven???

Pomni: i don’t want to talk about it

Her Unarmed Strike literally does zero (0) damage

She never uses her weapon ever

Only Eldritch Blast

She also uses other spells ofc, but Eldritch Blast is her go-to

“Doll Face, i’m down” “Pomni’s having a panic attack” “okay, and? i’m downed”

Jax and Ragatha have beef the Whole Time

“why did you think you could hide in an empty arena??” “because i’m a Rogue, and they have Advantage on hiding!” “IT IS AN EMPTY ARENA WITH NOTHING BUT SAND.” “I AM A ROGUE WITH ADVANTAGE TO HIDING.” “THE ARENA IS EMPTY. THERE IS NOWHERE TO HIDE.”

Despite being a Firbolg, which is considered a race of Giant, Pomni is STILL considered as a Small creature (due to her own height)

Because of this, she can ride every single other person in the party, as the Ride rules in dnd state that a willing creature at least one size larger than you and has appropriate anatomy can serve as a mount

This has started a “technique” the group has named “War Horsing”

In which Pomni sits on someone’s shoulders and spams Eldritch Blast non-stop while the other person wrecks house

(She usually sits on Zooble’s shoulders and Cure Wounds them whenever they take too much damage)

She’s also called the “cannon” of the group because she’ll sit on Zooble’s shoulders and use Fireball

Speaking of Fireball!

The gang once found Beads of Fireball, and Jax, wanting to be a boss bitch and show how much better than everyone he is by single-handedly killing this super hard boss they were fighting, thought that because he’s a Tiefling and Tieflings have Resistance to Fire Damage, he could easily survive a blast.

Anyway, he ended up taking 80d6 Fire Damage after he threw all ten (10) beads at once.

Even when the damage was halved, he still died instantly.

Ragatha considered if it was worth it to Revivify him.

Pomni uses Speech of Beast and Leaf to speak with plants, and the plants just cuss her out.

Zooble: can i roll to pick up Pomni by the ankles and swing her around as an improvised weapon?

Pomni: ?!?!?!

(Caine said yes)

(Zooble ended up doing five whole damage with Pomni’s body)

Caine once rolled 200d8 Bludgeoning damage because Kinger fell off a mountain (he was Revivified by Ragatha after)

“COUNTERSPELL THIS, B[@&$%]” -Zooble, right before decking an NPC straight through a wall

When fights get too hairy, Jax will Disengage and leave the party to fend for themselves

There was once this HORRIFIC chase scene the party had to try to survive

Zooble: *polymorphed into a mountain goat by Pomni, sprinting as fast as they can*

Gangle: *Wild Shaped into a mouse, desperately hanging onto Zooble’s fur*

Ragatha: *flying away while holding Pomni*

Pomni: *clinging to Ragatha like how a baby sloth would cling to its mother, shooting Eldritch Blast at the monster every turn in a desperate attempt to slow it down, screaming*

Jax: *already 200ft in front of the others because he ran off way before them*

Kinger: *wondering if it’s a good time to tell the others he has Longstrider prepared*

Jax got maimed by a Mimic because he couldn’t help but not loot a chest he found

He then proceeded to get maimed by ANOTHER MIMIC in the VERY NEXT ROOM because he also tried to loot that, too

Zooble: does a 22 hit? 😏

Caine: no

the entire party: 😟

Pomni got bitten by a werewolf and failed the Constitution saving throw, so she ended up becoming a werewolf. During her first transformation, she lost control after failing the saving throw and immediately started mauling Jax.

Everyone just kinda stopped and watched in awe for a moment before they realized they should probably help him.

“He needed the humbling” -Zooble

Kinger crafts Pomni a gun and gives it to her

Caine: so you all see the werewolf pull out a Tommy gun

The party had to fight this giant frog, and they all thought it would be a walk in the park, but then it swallowed Pomni, and the simple encounter turned into a fight for Pomni’s fucking life because Pomni was actively suffocating inside of it, and Jax wanted to blow up the frog with a magic grenade he had, despite Pomni being in there (he was well aware that she would also take damage), and Ragatha was trying to see if she could heal Pomni from inside the frog, and Gangle ended up Wild Shaping into another frog and begging it to let Pomni go.

Pomni was traumatized.

Caine: who’s done a good job at roleplaying recently?

Kinger: well, Pomni did have a panic attack

[vaniloqu3nce]

Spider-Wolf Au Headcanons Cause I’m Slowly Writing This Chapter

Spider-Wolf Au Enid is very smart with things like robotics and tech, though she struggles with subjects she’s bored in like history. (Because someone needed to make her web shooters and I love this). On nights when she was supposed be with pack doing stereotypical werewolf things, she stayed home with her father and worked in his shop. (Because Enid deserves a good parent who encourages some of her interests) She developed a love of engineering and showed brightness for it at a young age. This is how Enid’s bond with her father grew to be so strong. (he is getting uncle ben-ed) She loves spending time tinkering with new costume ideas and new web shooters. All her webs are colorful and glittery but the material is biodegradable and disappears fairly quickly. On full moons, she usually spends her time in the robotics room tinkering very late at night.

I raise you nerdy outgoing Enid because what lesbian rule says you can’t be a femme who likes make up AND like to get your hands dirty while giggling about how cool pink webs will look. She has duality, versatility, and probably the worst sleep schedule known to human kind.

Bonus: Wednesday listens to Enid rant about her latest projects from robotics club. Wednesday is surprised when she learns Enid has a passion for it, but is quickly very endeared because Enid smiles so bright when she talks about her hobbies.

Bonus bonus: Enid takes her goth roommate (gf) to robotics club, antics ensue. Enid is the only one who will go near Wednesday but she doesn’t notice, she’s too busy rambling and showing Wednesday around. Their shoulders are glued together obviously. Wednesday just nods and hums but Enid loves that she listens because nobody else really lets her just fire off like this besides Yoko.

[beingmissbatty]

What Next?

So... Obviously, I still have two chapters left, each, for EiSR and 2CHH... but the writers block has actually been slowly killing me, so I need some more incentive, and for that - a decision must be made.

This - of course - doesn't include CF/CTTD and it's post canon or TTRO pieces, since those are going to be more... as the ideas come (...there's 2 TTRO chapters already in progress plus the first chapter of post canon) versus pre-planning for the most part

So... who knows what kind of reach this will get, or if there will be any at all - but pick what new series/story comes next.

Multi-Chapter #1: Canon Divergent; Rockstar Eddie/Normal Steve - FWB -> Long Distance -> Idiots Pining Instead of Communicating.

Multi-Chapter #2: AU; Outlaw Eddie/Himbo Artist Steve - Set in 1886; 5+1 Style (5 Times Eddie Rescues Steve from himself, and the 1st time Steve returns the favor)

Multi-Chapter #3: Modern Day AU: Sequel To "Less of You (Means More of Me)" Platonic Stobin Fic - EMT Steve/Tattoo Artist Eddie

One Shot #1: AU - No Upside Down/Alt First Meeting; PWP-ish Lawyer Steve/Barista Eddie; Robin convinces Steve to try out a BDSM/Fetish Club to 'get back to himself' after his divorce; post approval, enters during a masked 'Free Use' Event.

One Shot #2: Modern Day AU; Single Dad & Personal Trainer Steve/Dance Instructor Eddie; Steve moves back to Hawkins with his son and, to make his son happy (and piss off his parents and their gender role nonsense), signs him up for ballet lessons. Child Antics Ensue.

One Shot #3: AU - No Upside Down/Alt First Meeting: Flower Shop Owner Steve / Lounge Singer Eddie - 1920s/Prohibition Era (But No Homophobia/Racism Because I Said So). Steve is hired to do arrangements for a wedding and is invited to stay for the ceremony; love at first sight.

One Shot #4: Canon Divergent; DemoWere Steve/DemoWere Eddie. 'Something' saves Eddie from the bats and disappears before he can figure out what; but Vecna is not truly dead - Steve's secret is revealed when Eddie begins to show the same symptoms he did before the final battle can take place.

Unknown Length: AU - Medieval (With Surprises); Prince Steve/Knight Eddie. Steve is sent to a new kingdom to marry the woman he's been arranged to since she was born but has never met and will not see until after the 'i do' ; only to meet and fall in love with her overprotective knight.

Unknown Length: AU - No Upside Down/Alt First Meeting. Omegaverse* - Alpha Steve/Omega Eddie; Steve isn't finding a mate quick enough for his 'very supportive of his sexuality' Father's taste and confides in his struggles finding the true love he craves - his father brings home a surprise for his birthday. (TW/Content Warning: Human Trafficking)

*I literally said I'd never write omegaverse; those who know me, know I avoided it for a long time (just wasn't my cup of tea), but my brain betrayed me ONCE and this idea came to me and won't leave so it's on the list.

Also we all know a One Shot very rarely stays a One Shot for me, but that's the plan for those at the moment at least.

Let me know your thoughts while I fight the demon that is writers block.

xoxoxo, ~Batty

[jimbodyson]

watching Creep Cast and it just gave me an idea for a short story.

average white bread kinda dude, nice, polite a 'well golly' sweater vest kinda guy.

and his wife is a gothic eldritch horror that can sprout extra limbs and climb on the ceiling (e.g. Laudna vibes).

and he just never addresses it. not in a 'he's trying to hide it' kinda way, just in that it's completely normal to him.

Maybe he invites his friends over to watch a game of football or something, and maybe one of them is a new addition to the friend group. who is obviously terrified of this woman, but every time he questions what she is. the husband is like 'well, that's just Lauren for ya'. confused antics ensue.