#also figure out something with the walk in closet which has become something of a dumping ground

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

phil’s only been eating the salmon wet food (a problem bc there are three kinds in the variety pack) and the issue might actually be that she is a much more social eater than i expected, she’s fucking chowing down on a tuna blend bc (i assume) i am sitting between her and the door (where the other cat lives) (never mind that mack is still terrified of phil even though she’s been here three months)

[some-bunniii]

Consoling Lucifer on Charlie’s first day of school

・❥ Charlie’s growing up, and Lucifer isn’t taking it well. Luckily, you’re there to keep the King of Hell standing on two feet.

x: just a short fic about a super soft lucifer who loves his daughter, i had some fun with this haha. reader is g/n and also has a parental role. no use of y/n.

~ 1.5k words

warning: tooth-rotting parental love

“Are you crying, Daddy?” The tiny apple-cheeked figure asked, her head tilted curiously up towards the almost identical-looking porcelain face standing a few feet away from her, his hand over his eyes as he rubbed at them feverishly. 

“No,” He lied, his lips curved into a tight-lipped smile as he bit back tears, “It’s just allergies, Apple Pie.”

Lucifer’s eyes trailed back onto the poofy red dress Charlie wore. The intricate, black lines and little hearts woven into its soft fabric made her even more adorable in the outfit. She also sported snow-white stockings, and a pair of sparkly red shoes that glinted in the light as Charlie smiled giddily, excited about the new adventure.

A small red bowtie was nestled into her hair, which was styled in a large braid that ended at the middle of her back. It swayed softly as the young girl bounced in place, becoming antsy by the second. 

You stood right beside him, smiling happily at Charlie as she looked up at the two of you. It was you who had gotten her ready, no doubt did you think she looked like a beautiful little princess. However, you were not expecting such an emotional reaction from your husband, Lucifer Morningstar, when you presented her outfit to him. 

It was Charlie’s first day of lessons, which means—in Lucifer’s opinion—she was finally leaving the nest. Except for the fact she was still considered just a youngling when it came to being Hellborn, and Charlie still needed her father to read her a story every night before bed. She still has trouble reaching items on the counter, and remembering all the letters of the alphabet. She was far from flying off on her own, she was still her father’s little duckling.

He was already nervous the days leading up to this morning, and you had watched him flip through baby book after baby book. Each contains hundreds of photos depicting from when Charlie was a newborn, and through last Sunday. 

Whenever Charlie so much and breathed cutely, Lucifer was pulling out that camera and saving it for the album. Especially when he got a hold of a yellow duck onesie? The man was a goner, and the bookshelf was beginning to fill with rows of binders filled with polaroids.

Yesterday, you had been in the process of cleaning out a closet of rarely used items, when you stumbled upon a pair of Charlie’s old baby boots. 

Lucifer had just walked into the room when his eyes landed on the tiny boots. They obviously wouldn’t fit the girl now, as she had grown out of them long ago. It definitely stirred something inside the fallen angel when his lip began to quiver from the doorway, and slowly walked over to you sitting on the edge of the bed.

He took the boots from your hands, his thumb brushing softly over the small velcro straps. Charlie was old enough to start wearing laces, and she needed his help getting tying her shoes less and less as the months went by. That thought made him collapse onto you, tears brimming his eyes. 

“She had such adorable little feet!” Lucifer wailed in your lap, as you soothingly petted his hair. There were multiple photos in his hands, all of baby Charlie, “Her toes just don’t look like little sausages anymore, it’s not as cute!”

“At least she’s not a hobbit,” you replied, brushing a stray tear from his face.

“I don’t even know what that means!” He had sobbed.

It wasn’t like she was going off to college or anything, yet the way Lucifer clutched her baby blanket in his free hand—which she only stopped sleeping with 2 days ago—made it seem like the girl was not coming back from a few hours of teachings. 

“I packed you some snacks. Apple slices, and some funnel cake. Eat the fruit first, it’s healthy for you. Want to grow up big and strong, don’t you?” 

“Uh-huh!” Charlie nodded with enthusiasm, smiling brightly.

“That’s my girl,” Lucifer choked back tears, nodding approvingly. 

“Honey, she’s going to be late, hurry up and say goodbye,” you prodded gently, smiling warmly with clasped hands. You had been silently on standby, this was a much more emotional moment for Lucifer than you, he needed the space and time with his munchkin.

“You’re right, you’re right,” he growled softly at himself, “look at me, all worked up over nothing. What a joke of a King.”

Lucifer lowered himself to one knee and reached out a hand, and Charlie walked forward returning the touch. Her tiny hands were engulfed in his palm as he curled his fingers tenderly around them. The fallen angel met his daughter's gaze, before taking a deep breath.

“I love you, Charlie.” 

“I love you too, Daddy,” Charlie laughed, before leaping forward and wrapping her arms around his neck. Lucifer pulled her in, nuzzling into her hair as she squeezed him tightly. 

Even if Charlie grew apart from her father as she got older, you’d know she’d always be a daddy’s girl. It was Lucifer whom she invited for tea time among her stuffed animals, and it was he she asked to dance with when the radio’s soft melodies filled the lounge during the evenings as the three of you relaxed by the warm fireplace. 

It made your heart flutter with how similar the two were, and the way Lucifer fawned over Charlie like he’d never seen a more beautiful soul. 

“My best creation,” he had whispered with a smile one night, while the two of you were sitting on the balcony, the alcohol buzzing inside your mind as you held his hand from across the small table. Those words had made your love for him continue to grow, if that were even possible in the first place.

Lucifer and Charlie stayed locked in an embrace for a few moments on the floor before the girl released him, and Lucifer’s arms slowly lowered from her abdomen as she took a few steps back towards the door.

“Go on, now! Don’t let me keep you waiting, just remember to crush it.” Lucifer waved his daughter off, and she jumped with joy.

“Okay! Bye, Daddy!” Charlie giggled, her little red dress bouncing along with her toes as she quickly turned away towards the open door of her room. 

“Have fun, Charlie!” You called after her, as Lucifer slowly rose from his position near the floor.

“I will! Bye!” She replied, running down the hall, her little bag bouncing in her hands as she scampered away to…

…her private tutor’s small classroom at the end of the long hallway. The three of you had been wishing the girl farewell in her large bedroom inside the family manor, which meant Charlie’s teaching wasn't even outside of the home. 

That made Lucifer’s reaction even more humorous, but it was also incredibly sweet. The ruler of Hell, a nasty, bitter place, was a cinnamon roll behind the bad-boy act that he played so well in front of the rest of the realm.

When Lucifer stood straight again, you turned your head to face him. The sight before you caused you to clamp your lips shut tight, trying to suppress your laughter at Lucifer’s disheveled figure.

His hair looked messier than before he had said goodbye, and his face was soaked with tears. Lucifer’s lip quivered, and he quickly averted his gaze, slamming his hand over his face to contain his quiet sobs. The man was practically in shambles. 

“What’s wrong with me?” He groaned, rubbing a hand down his face, “I can’t control my emotions when it comes to Charlie.”

“Sorry to break it to you, Your Highness, but you’re in love,” you cooed, shaking your head with a smile as Lucifer sniffled beside you. He pulled a hand-embroidered handkerchief from his waistcoat, dabbing underneath his eyes to clean the fresh tears. 

“Come on, Lou. How about I make you some pancakes for breakfast?” You said softly, lacing your fingers with his as you tugged him towards the opposite end of the hall. 

“Really?” He sniffled, looking at you with glistening eyes.

“Mhmm,” your hands lifted to cup his face, tenderly squishing those small red spots as you replied with a honeyed tone, “Heaven knows how the ‘Big Boss of Hell’ can be such a softy. Don’t worry, Charlie will be back by lunchtime, and maybe we’ll go on a picnic, hm?”

Your free hand went up toward the fallen angel’s head, and your nails softly grazed his scalp as you pulled his hair back into a more uniform appearance. After fussing with it for a moment, you leaned in and placed a tender kiss on his forehead.

“A picnic sounds nice, I have no idea how you always have a remedy to everything,” He said softly as you pulled away, an adoring smile on his lips as you turned to tug him down the hall.

“Years of practice,” you laughed, as the two of you walked towards the large kitchen, passing loving glances between the other. 

At least, with Charlie away for a few hours, you and your husband could get some alone time together. God knows the poor man needed it. 

lucifer is just so soft for his little princess whether it’s beating the shit out of adam or playing tea party it makes me just 🤭🥴 like damn

hope you enjoyed the lil snack, have a great day! 🤍

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[visibleclosedeyes]

⧫︎ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴ ꜰʀᴏɴᴛ ⧫︎

(fem reader)

I can't believe I forgot to upload this one...

Makima has one little secret. No, it has nothing to do with her being the Control Devil—well, maybe it has, just a little. A sweet little quirk she guards dearly and delicately from everybody else. She kind of liked unpredictability which, in essence, made no sense coming from someone like her. Frustrated it made her from time to time as she went out of her way to find out why.

Humans called it ‘Oppositional attraction’ or some sort, an attraction that pulls two entities of opposite qualities to come together. What an idiotic, romantic concept that is. Still, Humans are often proven right on theories—the romantic relationships between humans and devils DID happen in the past. Hm, I should hunt down those couples and question them about what they know about human-devil relationships — Makima ponders as her thumb and index finger touch her chin, a habit that the control devil does without realizing. It went pretty well so far considering all the differences they both held—they were worlds apart. Makima appreciates the quiet time that she shares with her lover when she has the time. Right now, she is struggling with one and only one thing—how to influence her lover in a HEALTHY way, without using her power.

         It already sounds hard since the beginning, but now every day Makima feels as if her nature and birthright have constantly reminded her of who she is every second she consumes. Not controlling her partner is so fucking hard, especially since she made easily avoidable mistakes. Makima wants to…just reach her significant other, look at her in the eyes, and just… tell her what to do but that would defeat the promise Makima has with her and Makima’s very own desire—to have someone equal right beside her. After she was done for the day, Makima retrieves her lover from the desk she is currently assigned to. 

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        She has not yet officially moved in with Makima. Both of you concluded that it would be best to take each step slowly. Makima, however, has demanded (although the red-headed would never admit that it was rather controlling–something she swore to not use on her again) that she spends time with Makima at least three times a week–excludes weekends. Tonight is one of those nights–it is only ten minutes past six in the evening and the looming tall figure with an eye-catching red lock in a braid. Wearing a signature long black overcoat on top of her usual uniform, she leans against the door frame. The worst and best feature of Makima is her eyes; a pair of bright and golden eyes–it is the worst because it never fails to give you a quiver down your spine while she stares directly at you, it is the eye that that controls devil ditch out order and manipulate people, but it also the best thing you have ever seen in a while–as it is the first pair of eyes that gazes back at her and give back something closet to love you have ever experience. Makima steps inside and everybody in the vicinity stops what they are doing, and walks away. Those who did not leave in fear whispered to each other and looked. 

       “Are you for the day now?” Makima, now in front of her lover's desk, questions as the woman in front of her shows no signs of packing her back anytime soon. Makima prioritizes work, she always does, but things have changed now that she is “in a relationship”. Without noticing, her lover has become one of the things she looks forward to spending her time with. It is rather an absurd thing to feel, especially as a devil. Her lover looks up to meet the honey-golden-eyed woman.

      “Yes, just…just give me a minute,”

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      You can tell when Makima is frustrated, takes one hell of a talent to know but you know it anyway. You lean against the window frame of her car gazing at the familiar moving scenery outside. Remembering the first time you arrived in Japan as an exchange student, out of sheer luck. She didn’t even want to be here, at that time she wished she was selected for some other place she would be culturally connected with like Thailand but you don't really get to choose now, don't you? Especially, when you were taking money from someone else for your education. You remembered semi-coerced into a Devil Hunter job when you had to pay back the tuition cost. 3 years have passed since she joined Public safety and met Makima, you would never have thought back then that you would end up dating her. The thought of that makes you laugh. Makima, who concentrates on driving, diverts her attention to you for a split second—her amber eyes reflect the light of the evening sun.

     “What are you laughing at?” Makima asks that question could probably kill someone instantly with fear but you know her better. It is light, and her voice has a hint of amusement and curiosity in it. 

     “ Nothing in particular,”

     “ Oh? Has stress rotted your brain already?”

     The woman rests her on the headrest, she diverges her from the window beside her to Makima who is driving and can’t reciprocate attention back.

     “ Maybe, We should do something this Friday night. Or…maybe on Saturday?” She suggests, Makima listens earnestly while focusing her gaze on the road. Actually, it’s more like she is using her brain to think of something as her eyebrows furrow a little. 

    “Hm, suggestions?” Makima says in a slightly defeated manner, but you can say in confidence that this is just an act. The red-haired devil can’t feel defeated or apologetic–it’s just not in her nature. Still, she DOES try for her, and for that at least she can say she is tremendously grateful for it. 

    “How about a movie date? Last time we went to a theme park and you don’t like it, right?

    “Well, you seem to know me plenty already…” Makima responds, but this time her voice seems to have no emotion front, just…void. Like back when she reveals to the girl that she is a devil. Yes, she is still a devil, and she has many things to learn but they both are ready to learn together. That’s all that matter…for now.

[amloveabledeathmo]

A Stranger Things Steve Harrington Eddie Munson fic summary for an idea I will probably never have the energy to write.

So to start off it's a few years down the line and Eddie is touring with Corroded Coffin and Robin is getting a degree in something cool and Steve has dabbled with college but didn't really find it to be to his liking. He thinks about what makes him happy and it's of course Eddie and Robbin and the kids. Since his parents are the ones with money he decides to talk to them about his big idea. He wants to buy Hawkins high school (idk why it's not being used, maybe they built a new one) that he went to and convert it into a large house where he can become a full time foster parent.

Surprisingly his parents are more than happy to bankroll this project since they have been looking for ways to help the family name with volunteer work but neither of them were interested so this way they can say they are helping children in need and that their son gave up everything to be the best foster parent he could.

Steve is excited and tells Eddie and Robin. Eddie is on tour so can't do much but Robin starts helping all the time. Her and Steve pick out rooms for themselves and then design every classroom into a bedroom complete with walk in closet and bathroom. Each room has a queen bed, a desk with a good chair, beanbags. They figure it's best to keep things simple where the kids can easily decorate the rooms to their liking.

Robin gets given four tomato starts out of a red wagon on her way home one day which starts her on a gardening adventure. They are able to plan out an amazing garden and playground.

Steve's parents are in town and decide to take Steve to the mall to shop for some bedding/accessories for the house (and get photos for their bragging networking).

Eddie finds out about the mall plans from Steve and drives straight to the mall to meet him at the food court. He's just off a tour but wanted to see Steve who is so excited that Eddie put him above sleep. When Steve sees his parents he asks if Eddie wants to hang out with them but Eddie is way to tired so declines. They both stand up and give each other a good hug, arms wrapped around the other with their noses tucked into the others neck. Eddie leaves.

When Steve is shopping with his parents they start asking about his friend. Steve doesn't really elaborate too much as he is occupied on picking the best most fun things out he can.

His parents ask him to dinner the next night and tell him they wouldn't mind if he wanted to bring someone else. Steve is oblivious. At dinner his parents ask increasingly less subtle questions before finally just asking why Steve had never told them or introduced them to his girlfriend. Steve gets defensive about Robin and they're like no we know she's gay, your girlfriend from the mall.

Steve is flabbergasted. His dad starts asking if it's because his girlfriend dresses too alternative or looks too masculine and thought that they wouldn't approve. Steve doesn't know how to explain.

He ends up telling Eddie all about it and Eddie agrees to a harebrained scheme of playing Steve's girlfriend. Shenanigans ensue, including two oh shit I'm attracted to my male best friend crisis's. They end up kissing somehow, Steve confesses that Eddie is a guy not a girl and his parents are like yay now our selfless son is also gay which gives us another in to certain society members and events.

Eddie and Steve foster many kids, and adopt some. Eddie gets to be a famous rock star and Robin lives at the house with them and her eventual partner so the kids end up with four parents. All around a good time.

@steddiehyperfixation I had this idea and was hoping you'd have thoughts on it lol.

[aliusworld]

Luxiem as an otome game!

(this is a part 1!)

(i’m basing this off of Mystic Messenger)

Warnings: This may be a bit OOC, but other than that there isn’t anything to be afraid of here! -💟

<{Casual Story}>

Vox Akuma:

Your average playboy, won a million hearts and has broken a million in return

The way to first slide into this man’s heart is to be enveloped by not only his looks and voice, but to have the time and heart to notice the small things he always does to make sure the people around him are okay

Notice his personality, notice that he’s so much more than just a heart breaker, notice that he has feelings too and that he isn’t some doll people can try a hand to win him over

And like that those feelings might as well just bloom into something bigger

Good Ending: You two get together become closer and closer as he spends some real quality time with you and stops his shenanigans with being a player

Neutral Ending: You two stay friends but that’s as far as it goes, you may become his scapegoat when he’s uncomfortable with the person he’s around using you as an excuse once in awhile

Bad Ending: You become a fling and one of his many victims of heartbreak, he starts keeping his distance from you growing further and further apart

After Story:

“Hello darling,” Vox says as he hugs you from behind,

“What’s up! Is there something you want?” You ask turning back to see his face,

“What? I can’t say hello without wanting anything?” Vox smiles trying to hide face in your head,

“No… not at all,” You push away, “I just have a surprise for you!~” You proceed to walk towards your bedroom with Vox trotting behind you.

“Close your eyes!” You pull something out from the closet while Vox has his eyes closed, “Put how hands in a pleading position, Milord”

“What kind of kinky-“ He jokes as he puts his hands up as you shush him as you place your gift in his hand and cover it with yours as well as a little kiss for him

“Take this as a gift for all the love you give to me,” You smile, “Also you can open your eyes now”

Vox looks at the gift you gave him, “I didn’t actually know what to get you but I know that your streaming and playing games and stuff like that… So I got you a trophy figure, it’s small. I didn’t know what to get you so don’t make fun of me.” You get flustered, “Also happy anniversary…!”

“Haha, I love you [name], you truly are the best.”

Shu Yamino:

Quiet smart kid who doesn’t have a lot of friends, but the ones he has are kept close to the heart

The way to first slide into this man’s heart is to be the first to talk, be the first to make a move and not in a romantic way, in a friendly way

Notice the way he talks, notice the way his eyes change once a topic he truly enjoys comes to play, notice that he can be wrong sometimes and don’t shame him for it

Things will start turning once he realizes how much he really likes you, which will take some time, and that’s okay!

Good Ending: He confesses his love for you as a favor for you being the first to spend time with him, you have a choice on whether you accept or not, you can tell what happens next

Neutral Ending: Nothing changes between you two and you stay good friends, even if you feel an unrequited love for him

Bad Ending: Things change drastically and not only does any romantic connection between you two die off, but so does your friendship

After Story:

Shu was in his room thinking about how he could make this day special, meanwhile you was at a mall thinking about what they could get for Shu.

You were walking around looking at the latest clothing like for men wondering if Shu would enjoy wearing it. A worker comes up to you and suggests something absolutely perfect that Shu definitely wear, it was also good for the eyes as well. You comes out of the store happy with your purchase, it was only a few minutes away from your home.

Shu was tidying up the house to make it your perfect day, he vacuumed the floor, he did the dishes, and he made dinner! He sighs in relief on having finished his tasks before you came home. He changes his clothes into something less dirty and waits for you to come back.

You comes back from the store to a new clean house with Shu waiting at the table, “Welcome back, I made us dinner!” Shu smiled

“Oh wow! Shu.. you didn’t have to do this,” You laughed as you try to find the gift that they bought, ”Just wait here, I’ll change my clothes into something for acceptable.” You jogs into they bedroom to change clothes while still hiding the present badly. You left the gift in the room and headed back towards the table that Shu was at.

“Did you make this? I didn’t know you could cook,” You joked, “After all, you did say you could cook a steak in the dryer!”

“Shut up about that! I said that mainly as a joke, plus people have done it before so it’s not that stupid!” Shu covers his face in embarrassment, “Hey, you didn’t get me anything, right?”

“What? I would never- I mean I would but uh,”

“No it’s okay, you aren’t good at hiding stuff at all.” Says Shu, “Anyways let’s eat!”

~

“Today was amazing, Shu.” You kissed Shu on the cheek, “Thank you for everything, I hope you liked you gift,”

“I loved it [name], but mostly, I love you.”

Mysta Rias:

Troubled boy who can’t cook for crap, digging deeper to find a way to his heart is a lot more harder than you’d imagine

The way to first slide into this man’s heart is to be there for him when his mask shatters and he falls apart, be there for him when he is in an emotional journey, and be the kindest you can be because emotional hearts are ones that can be shattered easily and memories will scar them forever

Notice the way he shifts himself to make the other people around him comfortable, notice the way he genuinely smiles when he’s with the people he likes, notice that he beats himself up over the smallest things and stop him

This will take time for him to let his guard down around you, he’s been hurt too many times to count, but once things change between you and him it’s like that for life

Good Ending: Get together and stay together, you two are each other’s support beams and it’s almost always a safe space

Neutral Ending: Friendship isn’t a bad thing, just not as close together as you would like it to be

Bad Ending: One wrong move and the whole castle you built together could come crumbling down, and in this case he starts isolating himself from you

After Story:

Mysta mutes his stream when he heard something knock on his door after he tells the chat that he would be right back,

“[name]? What are you doing here? I’m kind of streaming… Not that I mind or anything it’s just like-“ Mysta stumbles his words as you sigh,

“It’s our anniversary! I thought you would remember… So, as punishment I’m gonna… hm… oh, this!” You pull Mysta into a kiss by pushing his head towards yours, he’s caught off guard by your sudden action but pushes you against the wall to make the make out session more steamy,. You two continue until you stop to take a breath, you look him in the eyes and you could swear you saw hearts in them. Mysta was blushing like crazy and you were too, “And as another punishment I’ll be taking my leave now!” You giggle as you push yourself softly off the wall and walk away towards the living room.

“Huh- What?! [name], wait! You can’t just leave me hanging like that!” Mysta whines,

“You have a stream to get onto, right? So get on with it!” You reply, “Don’t want to keep them waiting, do you?” Mysta sighs as shakes his head in agreement with you as he goes back into his room.

“I’m so sorry chat! I forgot, but there’s some business I have to attend to today, I’m so sorry to cut off stream like this but I’ll make it up to you in the future! I’ll discuss the plans on my Twitter later on today! Thanks for your understanding!” Mysta stops stream almost immediately after he finishes and runs to where you are located.

“I’m so sorry! I swear I didn’t forget,” Mysta kisses you, “And I’m sorry to hurt your feelings, I’ll make it up to you too!”

“No no, haha I didn’t know you would end stream so abruptly. It’s okay Mysta, I love you,” You laugh

“I love you so much [name].”

Luca Kaneshiro:

Classic clownery you’d expect from someone as outgoing as that, but his actions are indeed quite endearing

The way to first slide into this man’s heart is to be there and cheer him on whenever you can! It might not be a hard task at hand but he won’t mind the support, he might even become more ecstatic once you come over

Notice the way he’s different around you, notice when the protects you from the smaller things in life, notice that he always has a positive outlook even when things aren’t going as planned

When the day reaches where he realizes that he acts differently around you is the day that he won’t let you go

Good Ending: Can’t separate you two and worst of all, you’re both so lovey dovey the people around you are growing tired

Neutral Ending: Never ending shenanigans with you two, but embraces may be awkward as hell now since you two aren’t a confirmed thing

Bad Ending: Stopped being friends, but he’s still friendly enough to wave hi in an awkward way whenever you pass each other

After Story:

“Happy Anniversary!” Luca says as he lunged towards you for a hug, “Can you believe it? It’s been such a long time since I met you.” He smiles brightly, so much so in fact your own face had morphed into a happier one,

“It has! I’m so happy you’re here with me, when we first met I had no clue we would stay together for this long.” You take his hand and make it run your face,

“Did you get anything for me?” Luca asked, bringing his other hand up to squeeze both your cheeks,

“I don’t know, do you have something for me?”

“Of course I do!” Luca beams, “In fact I have it right here right now,” Luca pulls a small bracelet out from his pocket, “For you!”

You smile, it was your favorite color and his favorite color on it as well. You kiss him on the cheek and get out your gift, “Well it isn’t as big but I thought maybe you could add it to your collection?” You pull out a ring except unlike his other ones, it was silver with his initials engraved onto it on the outside, “Oh and in here it says ‘Love you from hell and back’. I didn’t add my initials onto it just in case we do break up and-“

“No no! We’ll never break up! I swear, I’ll be the best option for you forever!” Luca cried, “And this gift is lovely, I love it, I love us, and and-“

“Shhh, haha I love you Luca.” You hush,

“I love you the most [name], and I’ll be the one traveling from hell and back for you.”

Ike Eveland:

Stern and calm in most situations which detracts from his beauty, but once he’s opens up he is definitely a heart snatcher

The way to first slide into this man’s heart is to be there to check his novels and complement him on it, and only when you really mean it, he can tell when you don’t

Notice the way his writings shift more into being about a certain someone, notice when he smothers you with all the information that’s been going around his head while you were gone, notice that he will prefer it when you give him some space but make sure that you aren’t straight up avoiding him on some days

Once you’ve shown him a new light, he’ll never forget the day he met you and the days that are important to you

Good Ending: You truly do become his muse, his one and only, and the time you spend together will never be replaced with anything else

Neutral Ending: Staying editing buddies, but nothing more. It doesn’t feel good to be something lower than what you already were but all that matters is that you two aren’t apart, right?

Bad Ending: After things don’t end so well, his music and writing turns a bit more darker and sad, but after awhile his music shifts and you can tell when he finds someone new

After Story:

“Hey Ikey Wikey,” You say and you sit next to him in the couch,

“Don’t call me that, [name]. I hope you remembered that-“

“That today is our anniversary? Of course I remember!”

“-i don’t- I mean that today is our anniversary, yeah!” Ike says as he leans towards your shoulder,

“What? Ike, you didn’t remember?” You frown while looking him in the eyes as rests on your shoulder,

“Of course I did, I even have something right now.” Ike shuffles through his pockets and after awhile he sits up straight to face towards you.

“It should not take you that long to find something in your pockets.” You laugh as you pull out your gift from your picket almost instantly,

“Aha, here!” Ike pulls out his hand from his pocket which was in form of a heart by his index finger and thumb, “I actually don’t have it on me, haha”

“Oh Ike, your so cute,” You giggle, “Here’s mine. It’s not like big or anything either but I wrote down a lot. You’ll read it all, right?” You twist your head to the right,

“Of course [name]!” You hand the card over to Ike. The card was your average card with blue hearts and flowers on the cover, when he opened it he was greeted by a whole paper coming out which was folded gently and taken onto the cards left page. The text was all about your first memories together and how much you recall from it. About how he means so much to you and the ups and downs. When Ike finished reading he was crying silent happy tears.

“[name], I don’t know what to say! You- I- I think that- [name], I think that-” Ike stutters as he takes deep breaths to stop him from crying,

“It’s okay, really! Cry as much as you want, it just shows how much you care.” You smile too as tears of your own start forming in your eyes,

“It’s just- [name], I love you so much!” Ike sobs

💟~ END

Here is your reminder that this is all an illusion about the characters and not the people behind them, don’t be weird!

SORRY I WAS ON HIATUS, MY SPARKS IN WRITINT JUST DIED FOR A LITTL BIT + I WAS WITH MY FRIENDS AND ALSO PLAYING POKEMON GAMES AND WATCHING THE ILUNA DEBUT STREAM AND IT WAS SO GOOD AND YOU SHOULD ALL GO SIPOIRT THEM BECAUSE THEY ALL LOOK SO COOL.

so sad that i won’t be able to watch a third of the iluna member streams because they stream when it’s like 2 am for me lol

anywyas i hope you didn’t miss me too much I’ll start posting more again!!

I also hope you liked my first fic based on my own ideas! there will be more parts to this otome game au

i will also be doing more au’s of my own, usually inspired my games lol

KEEP YOUR REQUESTS FLYING AT ME

Ok this a/n is way too long

-Yours truly, 💟

[stunnedgorilla]

OK I absolutely adore Stede as a character, but I'm disappointed with how they handled him in season 2.

Achieving fame and respect as a pirate was his main goal throughout the whole show, and once he got there by murdering Ned, it's painfully obvious he regrets it (or at least feels badly about it). And then he chooses to have sex with Ed instead of talking about it, going against his whole motto in season 1--talk it through as a crew. It makes sense, it's much easier to avoid hard feelings, but they didn't even talk about it the morning after.

Instead, Stede doubles down and gets drunk at Spanish Jackie's and lights a man on fire as a joke. We never see how this affects Stede. He murdered Ned and lit a dude on fire and it's just...not addressed? And then he finds Ed (who doesnt know that Stede LIT A MAN ON FIRE), and they break up again. He literally calls Ed a coward. Which like, true! Ed has commitment issues like a bitch, but like are you really not going to run after him?

Like damn, Anne and Mary were right. They don't know how to love without hurting. They are fucking 14 year old boys. Just imagine this:

"I think Anne and Mary were right," Ed mutters.

"What?"

"Anne and Mary were right. We don't know how to love each other, Stede."

Stede takes Ed's hand.

"Then let's figure it out."

But instead, the next time they see each other, Ed says he loves Stede, and he's sorry for being a dick. And Stede says life's a dick. I think with the constraints on season 2, this was a pretty good concise way to tie that issue up. But there's still so much that's going unsaid.

Ed didn't leave to become a fisherman. He left so he wouldn't be hurt by Stede leaving again. He left because Stede killed a man, and he can't become a better person if Stede is fucking killing people.

And Stede didn't kill people because he's a killer at heart. He killed because all he wanted was to be respected. To be a man. From childhood, he was taught that violence was synonymous with masculinity. But in his heart, he liked picking flowers and walking in nature and rowing out onto the lake.

That's who Stede is. He's gentle. And I'm kind of heartbroken that that part of his character is gone.

He doesn't need to be sexy, dominant, violent, masculine to be a man. To be loved. Ed fell in love with the silly, sensitive, gentle Stede who had a secret closet full of frilly fabric and summer linens. He fell in love with the Stede who told him he wears fine things well. He fell in love with the Stede who swapped his clothes with him just for fun.

If I wrote season 2, I would have the first half of the season stay pretty much the same. But, when Stede kills Ned and achieves infamy as a pirate, I would have him discover that he is deeply unhappy even though he has everything he thought he ever wanted. I would have him realize that he doesn't know who he is, and who he wants to be. And THEN I would have him and Ed TALK ABOUT IT.

Stede would day something like "I thought I'd be happier." And Ed would say, "I told you so" only in a nicer way. And then Ed would tell him about why he fell in love with Stede in the first place. And Stede would shake his head in disbelief and Ed would keep going. He would say how alive he felt with him, and how enchanted he was with Stede. He would tell Stede that he'd love him even if he wasnt a pirate. And then Stede would start to feel like himself again, and say the same back to Ed. And then they hug!!!

Anyway TLDR: I love Stede but bro is not a murderer and they should have explored his identity crisis much more.

Also: I know that there were a lot of constraints on season 2, so I'm not directing blame at any one person. I'm still disappointed though. They deserved much more time to properly tell their stories.

[moodymisty]

✨Your Lingerie vs The Bad Batch✨

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙| 𝕬𝖔3]

Authors note: These may or may not have inspired some fic wips send help

Relationships: Hunter/Fem!Reader, Tech/Fem!Reader, Echo/Fem!Reader, Wrecker/Fem!Reader, Crosshair/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Lewd but not full NSFW but still 18+ only please, Mentions of Lingerie and other naughty-ish things

✦ Echo ✦

Echo is a simple man. He loves the classics; Delicate lace and soft edges, not too aggressive but not too demure.

But he'll also be onboard with whatever you like the most, as your confidence is just as much of a turn-on as the outfit itself. But if he ever had to think of something that would really get his engine going...

While Echo may have traded out of his reg armor when he decided to join Clone Force 99- changing into black and red paint to fit along side them- he'll still always have a weakness for you wearing something colored in that ever distinctive 501st blue.

✦ Tech ✦

Tech loves elegance. He is as clean cut as he can reasonably get given his circumstances, and has a guilty(but not at all guilty) desire for seeing you in the same.

When he thinks of lingerie he instantly thinks of slips and corsets; Things an heiress or princess would wear. They make you feel expensive, like you should be walking down a palace hall with a robe worth double it's weight in credits.

If you ever chose wear something like that? Blue screen. Full kernel error. 404 'Tech.exe' not found. His hands will gently lay against your thighs and feel both your skin and the fabric underneath his palms, face boiling hot while you however, feel incredibly pleased.

✦ Hunter ✦

Hunter secretly loves letting you have the lead every now and again, and he's able to let himself melt under your touch. But he's has never actually said it out loud, even if you already knew.

One day you decided to really capitalize it, having invited him to your home while he was on shore leave.

You'd kissed him and before long, decided to tell him you needed to change really quick. Hunter found it a little odd, but watched as you ran off like you were about to open Life Day presents, swiping something from your closet on the way.

You returned a few minutes later dolled up in with jet black, full garter belt and stockings. Hunter's throat choked up so that he grew almost silent, to the point that you worried you didn't look as good as you felt.

That turned out to not be the case, and Hunter enjoyed playing that night what he felt was maybe a little too much.

You still have that same set packed away in a safe spot, breaking it out every now and again when Hunter gives you that look.

✦ Wrecker ✦

You had tried the whole 'fancy lingerie' thing before, as a surprise when Wrecker had a rare bit of shore leave after a longer than usual deployment.

And while it certainly didn't go badly, not a set of even the most expensive lingerie could beat the way his chest tightens at the sight of you wearing his own clothes.

Having once decided to steal one of his black undershirts, the sleeves went down past your hands and the bottom went to your thighs, as it was meant for someone far larger than you.

When he'd caught you in the process of stealing it, you had jokingly asked how it looked; fingers grasping the bottom hem and spanning the fabric out on either side.

Wrecker figured out words weren't going to work when he spit out 'you good look yeah', which make you bust out laughing, then he busted out laughing in response to you; Before he just decided to pick you up and move you to a more desirable locale.

✦ Crosshair ✦

Crosshair more so wants the outfit to fit the scenario. Wearing some soft lace and ruffles? Best become pliant and behaved under his hands.

Pulling on a more demure type of slip, that you'd almost be scared to touch with rough hands ? Crosshair can corrupt you, while watching fabric worth far more than its weight in credits softly rub against your thighs.

Jet black or fire red bras and garter belts with tight, harsh seams? Not many can tame a clone like him, but he'd love to see you try.

Crosshair will always be a brat, but it's a matter of which type of brat you're getting. Lingerie helps set the mood, though he won't admit he also likes the rare feeling of softness against his skin.

[bitchin-beskar]

I hope you had a great vacation! For car!paz thots, I bet he has a kink for bunny in his hockey gear, like his jersey. He definitely was a fan of bunny in just his shirt in the first Drabble tbh 🤔

awe, thank you nonnie, I had an amazing vacation!!!

and oooooooh boy does paz have a kink for bunny in his hockey jersey.

I feel like back in high school, you just... "borrow" steal his hoodie and wear it around all the time, even though his jersey is reserved for whatever girl he happens to be dating at the time. high school paz was a bit of a ladies man, and he went through quite a few partners, many of whom were not thrilled with the idea of you also walking around wearing Paz's name (which also led to a couple break ups).

and at the start of college, you're with Parjai, who as we've established absolutely despises Paz, so in an effort to keep the peace, you don't wear any of the numerous clothing items you've pilfered from Paz over the years, although you do keep them nicely packed away in a box, not quite able to bring yourself to return them to him.

but after you break up with Parjai? oh, you're absolutely back to wearing his clothes. at first it's because when you left Parjai, Paz didn't grab a ton of your clothes so you're kinda stuck with the same three outfits and whatever of his you steal from his closet, but then it becomes more and more deliberate, especially after the arrangement falls into place.

it’s something that you use to win arguments, because Paz absolutely cannot focus when you’re wearing his clothes. and also, they’re so fucking comfy, and you (secretly) love the dumbstruck look Paz gets on his face whenever he sees you in his clothes.

but his jersey?? oh that’s a whole other ballgame.

the first game of Paz’s that you actually attend is only after you’ve broken up with Parjai. it’s something you’ve felt endlessly guilty over, because you used to never miss a game, but when you started dating Parjai, he made it clear he wasn’t okay with you supporting Paz in any way, and you were so desperate to hold onto not only the first guy to seem to genuinely want a relationship with you, but also the first guy your parents not only approved up but enthusiastically encouraged a relationship with. having your family’s approval was something you’d craved most of your life, so you shoved the guilt deep down and stepped away from Paz.

but now that you’re not with Parjai, you’re so excited to see Paz play. you can’t sit still, you’re practically bouncing off the walls. he’s already at the hockey rink, he went straight there after class, so you’re counting down the minutes until it’s time to leave and go watch the game. you’re going back and forth between what to wear, and you’re about to leave in your jeans and a uni branded hoodie, when you double back and grab Paz’s spare jersey out of his closet, tugging it on over the hoodie. it’s long, but it works with your outfit, and you feel a kind of rush at wearing VIZSLA branded across your back once again.

when you’re sitting in the stands, and the team comes onto the rink, you’re cheering just as loud as any other, eyes immediately finding the giant, hulking figure that is Paz. he lookes even larger in his hockey gear, and you can’t help the stupidly goofy grin on your face. you’ve missed watching him play.

as the first 15 minute intermission starts, while the Zamboni is heading onto the ice to do a bit of maintenance before the next period of play, you wave frantically at Paz as he’s heading into the locker room. it’s hard to tell through his face guard, but you’re pretty sure he sees you, although he trips right after, and you can’t help the giggle that escapes. throughout the rest of the game though, he keeps looking over to where you’re sitting, and almost misses blocking a goal because of it, causing you to worry just a bit. why is he so distracted?

the game ends, and of course Paz and his team win, because they’re the best of the best, and are undefeated so far, although it’s still early in the season. you’re waiting outside the locker rooms for Paz specifically because he’s your ride home, when Din leaves and gives you a suspicious smirk, before telling you to head on in and that Paz is waiting for you.

you hesitate for a second before heading inside the locker room, hesitantly calling out for Paz. you’d seen everyone else leave, so it should just be Paz in the locker room, but you’re also aware that technically only players, coaches, and staff are usually allowed in.

you stumble across him standing in front of an open locker, shirtless with sweatpants slung low on his hips, hair still damp. he’s got a towel slung over the door of his locker, and it looks like he’s in the process of stuffing things into his duffel bag. you call his name again, and when he turns to glance at you, his eyes are dark with a look you’ve come to recognize very well since the start of your little “arrangement.”

he crooks a finger, and you’re helpless to resist his pull, walking over to stand in front of him. you’re about to ask him something, anything to fill the heavy silence that’s fallen over the locker room, when Paz grips you around the waist and pushes you up against the lockers.

“Fuck, bunny,” he growls, eyes boring into yours. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

your blink up at him, unconsciously biting at your lip as your cheeks heat at the look in Paz’s eyes. he presses you harder into the cool metal of the lockers, crowding you back and leaving little to no room between your two bodies.

“Maker, give me strength,” he mutters, eyes flashing down quickly to look at your mouth. He seems entranced, and you can’t help but wish he’d disregard the rule you’d set and just kiss you.

But your wish isn’t granted, and instead Paz abruptly hoists you up into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist as he grinds the hot, thick length of his cock against your core. he grips your jaw in one huge hand and tilts your head to the side so he can ravage the skin of your neck with his lips. you cover your mouth with one hand, but Paz only chuckles against your jugular.

“Be as loud as you want, sweetheart,” Paz snarls, voice dark and thick with lust. “I’m the only one who’s gonna hear your pretty ‘lil screams.”

[apexulansis]

it's a few days after what would have been christmas back on earth when they finally get up the nerve to follow through with their plan. their plan which may be completely stupid, considering they're not so sure ardaka knows a damn thing about a human holiday, but... it's weird, the way they almost find themself missing it when it's not being shoved in their face everywhere they look. weird, the way they've found themself collecting things that they think he'd like over the last few months and hoarding them away in their closet rather than leaving them around the base for him to find like they usually do. they suppose that, even subconsciously, they wanted it to be special, that they wanted to do something nice for the person who's become something like family to them on the holiday meant for that very thing. ...gross.

obviously, it's too mushy, too meaningful and real to give the gift to him in person. they'd have to explain themself, have to look him in the eye while they hand him proof of how much he means to them and open themself up to all that vulnerability, have to be faced with emotions... eugh, no, that's too much. instead, they leave it in the kitchen for him to eventually find and proceed to leave the base entirely so they can't be confronted about it once he does.

whenever it is that ardaka finds himself entering the kitchen, he'll find a stack of books waiting for him on the counter, all tied up with a sparkly pink bow. what any of the books are, byan isn't sure — none of them are in languages they're familiar enough with to read, and they didn't go to the extra effort of trying to use a translator to figure it out. they do know that he's interested in physical books though, in working to decipher the text if he doesn't know the language himself, and learning about basically anything and everything, so they've always made a point of snatching up any they come across in their adventures through the city, particularly while exploring the various thrift and second hand shops they like to frequent. ...hopefully none of the ones they've found this time turn out to be smutty romance novels or insane conspiracy theories, and hopefully more of them prove interesting to him than not.

beneath the books, however, he'll find something a little more personal: a large sheet of thick paper which, when turned over, reveals a portrait of ardaka himself. it's done in a stylistic realism, highly detailed but with thick, deliberate lines and vibrant pinks and reds used to counter the large amount of plain whites and greys. upon realizing that they'll never be able to have photos of him or take any of their favourite sorts of selfies with him, byan has taken to figuring out how to draw him, and this is the first finished piece that they've been satisfied with. not that they'll say as much, of course, but the amount of time they've spent on it is evident just from looking at it. hopefully he doesn't mind their stubborn unwillingness to not be able to have photo evidence of his existence. ...and hopefully he forgets to ask them about any of it so they don't have to try to explain christmas to him later.

He doesn't expect the gifts when he walks into the kitchen for only the second time today, and briefly Ardaka wonders if they were there the first time, too. No, certainly not — it would've been hard to miss that big sparkly bow… Though, Byan was also usually pink and sparkly, and he'd long since gotten used to them in his peripherals. The scent draws his attention first, even, before he actually fixes the pink-sparkle-thing with a direct stare.

Smelled like books. Physical ones. Nothing quite smelled like non-digital books. Nothing quite smelled so good. When Ardaka realizes what he's looking at, he can't help the way his pupils dilate. He goes to them immediately, drawing in the scent deeper than before and tasting it on the back of his tongue. This was from Byan, obviously. If the bow didn't make it obvious, he smelled them on it already. These must have been things they'd been gathering for a while, at least longer than a week. A prolonged, thoughtful endeavour. The rarity of that isn't lost on Ardaka, who knew Byan to be possibly the most impulsive person he knew. He already wonders what special occasion it must have been that they would do this; gifts weren't incredibly rare, but they were usually spur of the moment, given to him in the same night Byan found it, whatever it was (a specific and intricate cog, a bullet of unknown make, a tooth, a little alien figurine made of clay, a poster of Talon's face with several dozen dart-puncture in the middle of it; whatever Byan brought to him varied quite a lot).

Ardaka carefully unwound the bow and picked up the books in his lower arms, sifting through them with the upper. Each of them, he gave a quick scan. Three languages here he spoke, three he could recognize but had yet to learn it, and one he didn't recognize at all. Among them all, a cook-book, a glossary for alcohol made from Sigmin plants, something he assumed was a journal, one that was definitely a romance novel… The others, vague enough to him that he wasn't sure. The last one, he hadn't the faintest clue. His ears perked with intrigue, eyes lingering on the foreign script. Interesting, indeed. So interested he doesn't even notice the thick paper underneath until a minute later.

All the books settled in his lesser arms, he frees up both hands to pick up the sheet, turning it over as he does. For a moment, he doesn't recognize what he's looking at. Who he was looking at. He who was practically always covered head to toe when he passed by any mirror; the reflection of who lay underneath it all was so… Foreign. The eyes were what erased his confusion, certainly an accurate depiction of his own. Bright and piercing red. Stylized, but most definitely familiar. Him. Him through Byan's eyes — or at least, from Byan's hand.

Ardaka's exact reflection unsettled him. Here, he didn't feel put off the same way. It was almost.. Appealing. It was appealing. He stared at it unblinkingly, lifting the paper closer to his nose. It was obvious that this had been a work in progress for some time just through the visuals of it, but he could smell it, too. Byan's scent saturated through the paper and paint. A grin tugged at the corners of his lips suddenly, the giddiness that had been replaced by momentary confusion returning once more. What was this if not a tribute of sorts? Ardaka could not mistake it for anything else, and couldn't assign the very same emotions he felt when he stared at himself in a mirror. Not shame and contempt; this was a precious gift.

Warmth curls around his heart. He inhales and exhales deeply, mindful to keep his hold gentle as he could manage it for fear of denting or marring the paper with his fingers or claws suddenly.

The next time Byan sees Ardaka, he's already carding through one of the books… And the next time they ever see that picture is the next time they happen to be in Ardaka's room, where he's framed it upon the wall.

[bewires]

62 + 8 for joe and Nicky pls?

62 - Love Confessor (Character A confessing their love for Character B to Character C) + 8 - Hospital AU

Hmm this is tricky, barring that one AU I don't really enjoy hospital AUs lol. I mean I guess a hospital AU has potential for the bedside confession while one person is sick or unconscious and character A thinks they can't hear....but you know what I would think is way funnier?

AU where Nicky is an ER nurse/doctor and Joe works in pediatrics, and both of them spend way too much time telling incredibly long-suffering in-house counselor Booker about their crushes. Think about it - Booker, the most dysfunctional mental health specialist to walk the face of the earth, desperately thumbing through his manual to figure out if it is in any way, shape or form part of his job description to listen to two colleagues bitch about each other. Joe going on an on about how much of a dick Nicky is but also using phrases like "statuesque" and "greco-roman profile". Nicky's counseling sessions being him and Booker staring at each other, owl-like, for a full half hour before Nicky breaks and starts complaining about the hair products Joe uses and how the changing room smells like them.

Eventually, Nicky cracks (it's definitely Nicky, okay? Joe is fully aware of his feelings and has accepted them, but Nicky is the one who has to externalize by explaining his crush to Booker before he can understand it) and confesses his love in a session with Booker, and this ushers in a whole new era of pain for Booker.

One in which they are fucking, not in supply closets because they are professionals, but they have not discussed feelings and so both of their counseling sessions become like..."the other day, he made me coffee before I left. Do you think it means something?"

And like, Booker doesn't have a lot of self-respect, but he does have a stupid confidentiality clause. He also thought he got this job to help medical professionals deal with trauma from seeing the fall-out of like. Car accidents. By the end of it, he's literally not even responding, just going "Mhm" and "how does that make you feel" like Jamie Lee Curtis in Freaky Friday.

[ariesbilly]

hello i NEED you to talk about the harringrove buckleway catholic school au now because you said its just cruel intentions and I recently saw the cruel intentions musical so I need to know exactly every thought you have I am frothing at the mouth I love that movie please tell me everything ohmygod (if you want to, pls don't feel like you have to!)

i dont know if itd be an exact cruel intentions copy but i do heavily fuck with the overall vibe of pretty people in catholic school committing debauchery lmfao

i just feel like theres so many places to go with it. like on the one hand, you COULD do cruel intentions, where billy and heather are a nasty little duo and steves the new headmasters kid and heather and billy make a bet about billy seducing steve and getting him into bed, ruining his reputation before the school year even starts. and then theres robin whos just this shy little lesbian and heather can have SO much fun with that lmfao i just really love the idea in general of heather toying with robin and getting her all flustered cuz heather is so comfortable in her sexuality and has no problem flaunting it meanwhile robin... is a little more reserved

but then of course real feelings get involved for everyone and steve finds out he was just a bet and blows up on billy and billys gotta grovel to get him back, meanwhile heathers dealing with the fact that this is the first time shes been in love, period, and that completely goes against this well crafted mean girl persona shes built for herself and robins like “either youre gonna be with me or youre not, but im not gonna be a sitting duck waiting around for you to figure it out”

billy and heather hide coke in their crucifixes this should go without saying

but then i kinda also like the idea of steve and heather either being the schools It couple, or siblings lmfao and then robin and billy are the loner gay kids who just kinda keep to themselves and are maybe at the school on a scholarship and that plays into why no one really wants to talk to them because everyone else is a stuck up trust fund baby. 

but steve and heather see potential. and theyve basically run through everyone else in the school (if they are a couple its a very open relationship). so they hatch a plan to take billy and robin on as little projects. something to spice up the monotony of their lives. try to get them in with the in crowd, try to spruce up their image. wanna corrupt them a little bit (which, jokes on steve because turns out billy parties better than any of them, he just does it on his own turf. and that... does things to steve) 

and heather gives robin a whole makeover but its not one that completely changes her style and aesthetics it just enhances them more. zhoosh it up. and maybe heathers a little more outgoing than robins used to, maybe she parties a little harder, opens robins eyes up to some things but like... robins having a good time she’s loving it. heather could ask robin to kill somebody and she’d do it like shes just happy to have a pretty girls attention on her lmfao

so then they become this foursome. are inseparable. billy becomes like everyones guard dog, willing to fight at the slightest provocation. these are his peple. and robin gains some confidence being with heather like she starts coming out of her shell more (not that robin was some wilting flower before but she definitely walks a little taller now)

and billy and robin get to take advantage of their new rich friends’ gigantic homes, vacation homes, boats, cars, high end clubs, etc etc like the world is basically at their feet now which is something neither of them have ever experienced (first time robin sees heathers closet she goes insane like does she want to wear expensive frilly dresses? no. does she want to play in heathers? absolutely)

and they get away with soooo much shit like the school is hard pressed to punish any of them because the harringtons/holloways are constantly throwing money at the place and no one wants to risk that being taken away. and theyre well known enough to get let off if the cops ever catch them doing shit.

just these four little gay gremlins becoming near mythic figures at this catholic school.... i would like to see. could also just say gossip girl vibes lmao (i think in gg its just a private school but whatever. same concept basically)

i think for halloween heather should dress as a sexy nun and drive robin wild but thats neither here nor there

[over-active-imagination]

911 What's your Emergency? (Nick Goode x Fem!reader)

Synopsis: Nick sets his trap, although there are a few things he didn't account for.

Warnings: Slowish burn because I am impatient. Smut later, Dark!nick, abuse of power, mention of devil worship, typical cannon violence, mentions of blood.

A/N: I have fallen back into the beautiful dark hole that is this man. Also, I am a bit of a slut for red flag FICTIONAL men. I also have not edited this story so forgive me for some mistakes. I am a little rusty

Part One || Part Two

Y/n couldn't get Nick out of her mind. It was becoming extremely distracting. She was having trouble at the moment focusing on the papers on her desk at him, threading her fingers through her hair, attempting to figure out how the hell she was going to finish her work. Grumbling Y/n gets up wandering though her apartment to the kitchen, the sizeable german shepherd who had been sleeping on the couch perked up when the wine bottle clinked against her glass.

"Sorry, bubba, this isn't for you" The teacher calls, a soft grunt is all she gets in response. The woman turns back to the glass and takes a large gulp. Releasing a sigh her eyes fall shut for just a moment, that moment however was abruptly ended by the sound of scratching on the door.

Y/n's eyes open assuming it was her pup needing to go for a walk. That was until her eyes landed on the dog who was currently staring off down the hall toward the door. The hair on the back of his neck jumping up, a low growl leaving his throat.

"Murphy...stop I am sure it-" A loud bang cuts her off and she jumps. The normally docile companion starts to bark aggressively rushing down the hall causing Y/n to panic worried for his safety and starts running after him only to be met with a large man holding a knife standing silently in her doorway.

It feels like time slows for a moment, her mind registering that there was in fact an intruder, this wasn't nothing and that man was going to hurt her dog. So of course, y/n does the only rational thing that came to mind. Grabbing the closet thing which happened to be a decorative bowl and throw it at his head, hoping it disarmed him enough that she grabs Murphy's collar yanking him away to the bedroom. Locking the door and frantically dialed 911.

"911 what's your emergency?" A male voice fills her ears as she hides in the closet.

"Someone just broke into my house!" Y/n frantically whispers "H-he has a knife oh my god I can hear him coming"

"What is your address," The dispatcher asks quickly trying to act fast.

"782 Pembrooke Ave, Sunnyvale" She whimpers and lets out a small squeak when the man starts banging on her door.

"I'm Sorry did you say...Sunnyvale?" The dispatcher sounded confused like he didn't believe what he was hearing.

"Yes, asshole Sunnyvale! Please Hurry he's trying to get into my room" The teacher was starting to experience a panic attack her chest heaving with the effort.

"Ma'am making prank calls is against the law are you aware of that fact?" The dispatcher says back in an annoyed tone.

"What...what the hell are you talking about of course I know that! There is a man with a KNIFE and...OH GOD" she screams when the door is busted down and Murphy starts growling and barking again as the closet is ripped open and someone grabs her ankle. A scream erupts from her lips as her assailant yanks her from the hiding spot.

It dawned on the woman that there was no one coming to help. Attempting to fight back the best she could noticing the man was wearing a white mask that looked cracked on the side. There was something familiar about the man but she couldn't put her finger on it, just as the man was about to lower the knife a gunshot rang through her apartment. Suddenly her face was covered in a warm liquid the man fell to the ground.

It took a moment for the woman to understand what had transpired her body shaking when two arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her into a warm body. Sobs wracked through her body once it all sets in that this stranger was going to kill her and someone stopped it.

Looking up through her wet lashes she finds her savior to be none other than Sherif Nick Goode, utterly unsure about her feelings all she knew was that his cologne brought a sense of comfort and safety his warm voice reaching her ears.

"It's alright...you're safe now, I've got you...he won't hurt you" Nick coos at the shaking woman in his arms smirking a bit at how perfectly this was turning out to be.

"I-I didnt think you would come, t-the person on the phone...they...they said I was going to get charged" The young teacher cries harder and hides her face against his neck, Murphy was still growling more pointedly at Nick. The sound was aggravating the Sheriff but he had to take it one step at a time.

"There is no need to worry not, I have you, no one is very going to hurt you again. I'll protect you" He sounded so sure, it sent a warm feeling through her body. "Come on we will get you out of here"

Nick pulls her up into his arms as a few more members of his squad arrive. He pushes past them out to his own cruiser gently laying Y/n into the back seat her dog following and staring at Nick suspiciously before curling at her feet.

"Sir...I can't believe something like this happened here...in Sunnyvale. Should we arm the community?" A deputy asks and Nick shakes his head.

"No that won't be an issue. This was an isolated event. I'll take care of the victim and her statement you go deal with this mess" He gestures before starting up his car.

Nick takes a deep breath and glances through his rearview mirror taking in the frightened young teacher. She looked so small and dainty in her position curled against the window. It was wrong of him to be so aroused by her current state but it couldn't be helped. He was on his way to making her his and this was a perfect first step. Making her be dependent on him after saving her life.

Perhaps this was going to be easier than originally expected.

[kpop-kitkat]

Demon Prince | Choi Beomgyu Pt. 1

pairing | demon!choi beomgyu x fem!reader

genre/cw | angst, demon au, vampire au, spooky, violence, mild language

wc | 1.5k

notes | me trying to be an eloquent storyteller xd

part 1. >>> part 2.

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Myths. Everyone knows about them. Stories and legends many have claimed to be true, but they lacked evidence. One myth in particular was the idea that since the beginning of time, there has been a war going on; between vampires and demons. Now, if some old man walked into a cafe telling of such things, everyone would call him crazy and suggest he get his "illness" taken care of. They didn't believe in either of the two supernatural creatures, let alone the theory that they'd been enemies since the world's beginning. 

Some people, such as L/n Y/n, know that they exist. But they refuse to say anything for the sake of reputation, safety, and trust.

The two creatures are indeed real. Vampires are cold-blooded, sharp fanged, blood sucking individuals who love nothing more than to feed on a warm-blooded human. Demons however, are the sworn protectors of humanity. Although they seem frightening and malicious, they use their abilities, which are teleportation, flight, and exceptional strength, to defend the humans from the bloodthirsty mansion dwellers.

~~~~~

Y/n tossed and turned in her soft blankets as another sleepless night became evident to her. Let's just say, she was going through a difficult season. She had family drama, a totalled car, and a she recently came out of a toxic relationship with her ex-boyfriend. All of these things caused her to become depressed and have anxiety attacks frequently. The loud thunderstorm didn't help much either. She also had been reluctant to care for herself properly; not getting enough sleep, eating wrong, and refusing to have fellowship with friends.

Her heart was beating out of her chest, making it impossible for her to even relax. She decided to walk around her apartment, aimlessly.

She poured herself a glass of iced water before sitting at her kitchen counter and looking at a dark window. She watched two raindrops race to the bottom of the window pane.

Suddenly, her heart began beating at an alarmingly fast pace. She knew something wasn't right. It wasn't just normal anxiety. She could feel the danger in the air. Not knowing what else to do, she froze in her seat, waiting for whatever inevitable harm was coming to befall her.

A few crackling sounds were heard before the lights went out. The only light now came from the lightning that shown through the window. It was just enough to make it clear to Y/n that a tall, dark figure stood about fifteen feet in front of her. She was horrified when the figure began to laugh evilly, red eyes becoming apparent.

"Just stand still darling, and this will be a lot less painful," the figure suggested, as it began stepping closer to her. 

 Her instinct of fear finally kicked in as she ran to a closet and locked herself inside. 

 "Oh darling, please unlock the door, it'll only hurt for a second," the voice begged.

 She knew it was a lie. If every rumor she had heard about vampires was true, then she knew that the likelihood of surviving after a vampire encounter was not very good.

The door shook a couple of times and she prepared for him to finally break down the door when a loud grunt of pain was heard. 

 "Get the hell away from her," growled a new voice. 

 "Oh Beomgyu, standing between me and my prey are we?" the vampire laughed, wiping the blood from his lip.

 "You've taken enough blood in your life time. And I won't let you take hers," the other voice, known as Beomgyu, protested. 

"Are you implying something?" the vampire raised an eyebrow.

"Yes. I will end you." 

Y/n couldn't believe what she was hearing. She peered through the blinds of the closet door to watch the scene. 

Suddenly, Beomgyu pressed the vampire harshly against the wall.

 "Run! Get out of here!" Beomgyu yelled.

 She knew he could've only been talking to her, so she opened the door and ran towards the door of the apartment.

Beomgyu was so focused on Y/n getting to safety, that he didn't notice the vampire sweep his legs out from under him, tripping him. The vampire then chased after the girl and caught her before she could open the apartment door. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pressed a blade to her throat, causing a moan of distress from her.

 "I'll let the pretty little thing live if you leave this place and never show your face again," the vampire negotiated. 

Beomgyu considered all of his options, but decided when he saw the beautiful girl struggling for breath. In little time, he disappeared and reappeared behind the vampire, stabbing him through the heart with a blade. The cold-blooded creature gasped at the new sensation, and used his last moments of strength to slit the girl's throat, before falling dead and disinigreting. 

Y/n whimpered as she felt the hot liquid running down her neck and fell, only to be caught by her guardian demon Beomgyu. He held her in his arms as he inspected the wound. Luckily, he didn't cut her in a fatal spot, but it could kill her if the wound wasn't treated in time.

 "I'm so sorry Y/n," he whispered to her, as he searched for something in his jacket.

She would ask how he knew her name, but she was too worried to care.

Eventually, Beomgyu pulled something out of his jacket. It was a small bottle of red liquid. He carefully tilted her head up and tapped the bottle, causing a drop to fall into her mouth. Immediately, her cut began to close up. After a few seconds, she felt for her wound, only to find it was gone. She gasped and looked up at her hero.

"Thank you," was all she managed to say.

"Of course," the demon smiled, putting his healing potion away.

He then helped the mortal to her feet. "This is going to sound crazy, but you're not safe here. The the leader of the order of vampires knows you're here. There's a lot more to explain, but we don't have much time. You need to come with me," he told her, as he held her hands.

Although she hardly knew the handsome demon, she felt safe around him, and trusted him. She also decided that even if she was going to be kidnapped by him, it was better than being held captive by a vampire, or even killed.

 "Alright, I trust you. Beomgyu, isn't it?" she asked boldly.

"Yes," he confirmed. "I am Choi Beomgyu, son of Choi Baekhyun, the king of demons. I'm your appointed protector, that's how I know your name," he explained, clearing up a lot of confusion. 

~~Y/n~~

Imagine a demon saving you from being killed by a vampire. And turns out, that demon is a prince! And not only that, he's YOUR sworn protector. Not to mention he's breathtakingly hot with an amazing personality. Sounds like a nice dream, huh? Well for me, it's reality. And if you told me I would be running away with my protector who knows where a couple days ago, I would've never believed you.

 "I'm taking you to Castle Kyoto, my home. There, you will stay in your own room until it is safe for you to return. Now, hold my hand and don't let go," he said, gripping my hands a bit more tightly.

Suddenly, everything went dark. And when light returned, I sure wasn't in Seoul anymore. I stood in awe as I gazed upon the dark caste that glowed in the moonlight. Beomgyu quickly grabbed my wrist, pulling me behind some bushes. 

 "What?" I questioned, a bit confused.

He shushed me, pressing a finger to my lips. He then pointed to three heavily armored guards standing in front of the entrance gate. 

"Can't we teleport?" I suggested, much quieter than before. 

"Unfortunately no. My father built the walls so that we demons could not teleport through them," he sighed. "Whatever you do, don't let go of my hand."

~~~~~

We breathed a sigh of relief as we entered Beomgyu's bedroom without being seen. 

"I know I promised you a room, but I'm afraid you'll have to stay with me for awhile," Beomgyu panted, his sweaty figure leaning against the door. 

I couldn't help the blood rushing to my cheeks, so I hid myself. Never thought I'd be sharing a room with a sexy demon. Literally.

I collapsed onto his bed as he sat on the elegant vanity stool.

"I know it's a lot for you to take in, Y/n. I admire for being so brave," he admitted, giving me a slight smile, which I swear doubled my heart rate.

 "Oh, yeah," I shrugged. 

 He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, clearly exhausted. 

"Umm, Beomgyu?"

"Mmm," he hummed in response.

 "I know it's been a long day, but why was that vampire trying to kill me? And how did he know you?" 

He opened one of his eyes, and closed it again, sighing. "It's a long story..." 

"Please Beomgyu," I pleaded, desperate for an answer.

"You might not like this but, you're not who you think you are. You're...

[audiovisualrecall]

So my 3 drawer dresser kind of works - the top 2 drawers I actively use, I almost always fold and put away anything that belongs in those drawers. The bottom most drawer is sort of a mix? It's got bathing suits, rash guards, some sweaters, and some random stuff like older socks I don't love but want to hold onto in case I need them (has happened before!) Sweaters have 3 or 4 different 'homes' in my room and hardly ever get put back particularly if they're something I'm using frequently or might use. This includes inside and on top of a fabric storage bin, over the top of multiple chairs in the dining room, as well as inside the drawer, inside on a shelf in my closet, and inside a fabric storage bag at the foot of my bed. Multiple types of sweaters. Oh plus I have a top drawer in my 2nd dresser for the pullovers, which has been 90% empty since October. Instead all of the pullovers are on top of my smaller dresser. Which also houses my undershirts/tanktops, jeans, and any and all clothing that needs to be hung up that I haven't had the energy or time to hang up and out away and/or that I've been actively likely to use in the next few days so hasn't made sense in terms of using energy I don't have to put some of it away but also the mess is driving me nuts. Also two shortsleeve polo shirts that I'm not sure where to store bc they won't fit in the short-sleeve shirts drawer in the 2nd dresser and I don't want to hang them up. Uh, the jeans and tanks are also stuff I wear basically every day outside of my days off, so putting them away hasn't made sense. When it gets warmer out consistently I usually put away some of them and the capris (and later shorts) join them (and/or replace the full length jeans later on) on top of the dresser.

Anyway.... I'm wondering if maybe instead of the 2nd dresser I should get like the ikea cube storage unit? And then just fold stuff I use frequently and stick it on one of the cube shelves. And stuff I use less often can get put into fabric bins and then put into the cube shelves.

I also have like some clothing I dont wantnto get rid of bc it's sentimental and/or useful for something specific (ie the breast cancer walk we go on in the fall, steph made shirts for it and I have both designs and am keeping them!) Or the type of shirt or pants that I don't love but I have needed to wear before when I didn't have a better option. So ig I'd get containers or something for some of that....? Also the bathing suits and rash guards could go in a fabric bin or 2 of their own in the cube shelving unit! And then I'd do something else in that bottom drawer. Maybe that could be tee shirts - at least one type, I could do favorites or patterned ones or non-work shirts in the cube shelving and the rest of my short-sleeved shirts could live in the bottom drawer of the smaller dresser.

Still haven't figured out a real workable solution for the sweaters/sweatshirts or for the closet situation but that may not be solvable.

Also once the heavy comforter gets washed and put away (have to find the bag it goes in or use the one the sweaters are in for it.....) I can use the fabric hamper for clothing that I only wore for a little while or half a day or a couple hours so it can be worn again (I like changing after work into comfier clothing when I get home and I could wear the same lounge pants and shirt for 3 hrs each across 2 days tbh) and that will prevent the sweater pile on the bin from becoming a 'sweater and half worn/not quite dirty clothes' pile instead.

And I did add two hooks, one on the outside of my closet door and one on the back (inside) of my bedroom door, which I have been using but I need to put stuff away more often anyway so that one of those hooks is just for the buttondowns and such that I don't want to put into the closet bc I'm gonna wear it the next day or whatever. That should help the clutter on the top of my small dresser. I'm just not sure I want to get rid of my 2nd dresser bc sentimental attachment. It was part of the og set, it was my sister's and then mine. Maybe it could go into the guest room, that might work yeah...

[taito-division]

Flueret - 🍁 [MAPLE LEAF]

Eldrid - 🍓 [STRAWBERRY]

Azusa - 🥃 [MATE]

Though she would say 'Spring', Fleuret absolutely adores Summer. Though many people complain it is too hot, the half-French woman isn't bothered by the heat, as she finds it quite enjoyable. It also gives her an excuse to wear her summer dresses that she keeps in the back of her closet. The real reason, though, is because of Summer break, when kids and adults are off from school and work. This means that nine times out of ten, the Tokyo Museum is often packed with guests, which gives Fleuret a reason to show off her knowledge of all of the exhibits.

It really depends on your definition of "cute". Growing up in an all-male household, Eldrid's definition of "cute" is a lot different from the average female's. A little puppy dog? Cute. An adorable kitty? Cute. Her little brother? Also cute. Teddy bears? Not cute. Goldfish? Not cute. Little baby seals? Not cute. Little bunny rabbits? Not cute. Rolling around in the mud and dirt? Cute. Imperfect teeth? Cute. People who've had plastic surgery? Definitely not cute. Her wife, Kirumi? Definitely cute.

Honestly, it's hard to describe what Azusa looks for in a friend since she isn't exactly good at socializing. Both Fleuret and Eldrid, though Azusa would probably deny it, befriended her instead of the other way around. Fleuret saved Azusa when she was younger after she was being hit on by a bunch of men in high school. Ever since then, the two have been inseparable. And Eldrid, out of the blue, declared Azusa her rival after the dojo instructor soundly defeated the MMA fighter when she burst into her dojo drunk. After a while, the two developed a friendly relationship with one another.

To answer the question, Azusa looks for people who have something that she doesn't. She looks for people who are stronger, smarter, quicker, etc. Basically, anything that she lacks, Azusa is drawn to them. Why? Because it makes her realize what she is lacking and helps her to better herself. An example is her teammates. The more she is around Eldrid and Fleuret, the smarter and braver she becomes as she tries to emulate herself after them.

It's for this reason that she often takes walks around Taitō, because she likes to people-watch. She likes to observe people and figure out what it is about them that makes them unique and how she can use that. If a person has a characteristic Azusa doesn't like, then she discards it. If they have something they do like, she keeps it and works on it, while also trying to know more about them in hopes of striking up a friendship with them.

[blookmallow]

recently become obsessed with this horror channel about these two dumbass paranormal investigators... the acting is terrible. most of the episodes end with them being like "brooo what the fuck bro" and just Leaving and not actually saving anyone or figuring anything out. i cant tell if its satire or if its supposed to be funny or what they're doing but i fucking love them so much. i cant stop watching them. its called life of luxury, no idea why, but anyway heres some of that

the label arrows on the thumbnails are killing me

chester wearing a cowboy hat in the car randomly for one scene and then taking it off when they get to the spooky place

you cant see very well in a still screenshot but this was very clearly and obviously a person coming into the living room through the window and chester's like "idk it's probably just the curtain or something" meanwhile parker immediately jumps to "WHAT IS THAT THING??" it's a guy. it's a guy breaking into the house that's what it is. some of their later monsters do have a pretty good "what the FUCK is that" factor but this one is blatantly just. a naked dude crawling around. which im not saying isn't a horrifying thing to be in your house in the middle of the night but it's not, like, an incomprehensible supernatural occurrence

(shot of a man crawling up the stairs) "WHAT IS THAT??? IS IT A DOG???" are you Stupid. they also watch this man crawling through her house (knowing she's in there sleeping alone) for like. several minutes before they do Anything

this is from a different stalker in the house episode where the camera timestamp said they saw this guy come out of the closet at a little before 1 AM. they sit there and watch him walk through the house and sit down in a chair. and they're like ok lets see where he's going with this. and then there's a transition and another camera time stamp showing it's now 1:40 am. they have been sitting here watching a strange man sitting in this girl's house where she's sleeping alone for like an hour and have done Nothing about it. like, call the police maybe????? do something????

chester is the camera guy and they never show or mention anyone else working with them but half the camera angles are. showing chester. with his camera. this is before they set up any cameras for the supernatural stakeout so there is clearly another person with a camera here

like this boy is constantly filming himself whenever they're in the car and we never actually see any of the footage from chester's camera. what is he doing. also despite the fact that insane shit happens every single time they go on one of these investigations, still, inevitably, chester, every time "idk it's probably nothing. we probably won't even find anything dude. shes probably lying bro"

its almost Always specifically an 18 year old girl, too

itS THE gUY!!!

this girl who's supposed to be terrified but she looks like she's Smiling? also every bedroom looks like this. nobody has anything in their room except a bed and like, maybe a single chair. who lives like this

this one they get a message about a girl's brother who went on a trip and came back Wrong and they go to investigate to find out whats wrong with him, what happened to him, right

they go. the brother won't come out of his room. they do their camera stakeout. they see him crawling around the house and talking to himself. he bangs on his sister's door and then runs away. they get her out of the house. episode ends. like they literally solved NOTHING

then there's also like

like. bro are you dating or

the amount of times "oh no..... there's only.... ONE BED..... 😳" happens cannot be accidental