#make up helps me scratch my face less during the day

[evadingreallife]

You know what helps with the problem of having to spend time at 1am to remove our make-up ? Deciding not to wear make-up anymore ! I can sleep earlier at night if I want to, I can sleep more in the morning, I learned to accept and appreciate my face for what it is, contrary to how a woman can feel “naked” and ugly “tired looking” if she goes out without make-up (which is 100% a problem as it fucks with our self esteem), I don’t have to spend so much money on make-up nor making the (mostly) old white men who own these brands more rich on my back, I don’t think so much about how my make-up looks, if it looks nice, if I did it well that day, I don’t have to be self conscious about that and, the best of it, I can feel the wind or water on my bare face, i can decide to splash some fresh water on my face if it’s too hot outside and if I cry I don’t have to worry so much either about ruining my make up. My dyke advice lmao

To the anon that decided to grace my inbox with her wonderful advice on how freeing it is not to buy make up at all: I'm happy you care but you do know that people may perhaps have different experiences and concerns than what you're used to, right?

[moonstruckme]

i’ve been meaning to request this for awhile because i love the idea, what if poly!marauders x animagus!reader and reader’s animal counter part is a raccoon so they call reader bandit as their nickname for the group. and maybe reader naturally has dark circles under their eyes and they prefer to be awake at night? maybe they steal little tokens from their partners like rings and shirts all the time too lol. idk if this interests you but if so i’d love to read it babes! -🌶️

Hi Pepper! This was my first attempt at writing animagus!reader and it felt a bit clumsy but I hope you like it! Thanks for requesting my love <3

poly!marauders x animagus!reader ♡ 742 words

“Where are they?” Sirius asks, stalking into the common room. 

Remus doesn’t look up from his book, not needing to wonder who Sirius is asking about. “They crashed right after class.” He glances out the window. “But it’s almost dark, they should be up soon. Missing something?”

“My rings.” Sirius holds up ten bare fingers. “Took them off to shower after class, and now they’re gone.” 

“Ew,” James says, coming in with two cups of tea. He passes one to Remus, handle first. “It’s like you’re naked.” 

Sirius harrumphs. “You wish, Prongs.” 

“Have you tried checking their stash?” Remus asks, flipping his page. 

Both James and Sirius look at him quizzically. “You know where it is?” 

Remus sighs. His bones creak and pop as he stands. “Come on,” he says. “I’ll show you.” 

Your boyfriends mostly stay out of their dorm during the day because it’s so quiet and dreary. You’ve got all the curtains drawn shut, not even the tiniest ray of sunlight allowed to permeate your den, and you’ve burrowed underneath the covers of your bed for good measure. Remus leads the boys to the top corner of your bed, pointing to what appears to be a pile of shirts you’ve stowed behind the bedpost. 

James crouches bemusedly, but at Remus’ nod, he pulls the top shirt aside. Sirius sees the glint of metal and drops to his haunches beside James, looking at the treasures you’ve nestled within the pile of shirts. He curses quietly, gathering the rings he’d been wearing that morning along with some he hadn’t seen for months. They clink together in his palm, and not a second later, he and James look up at the sound of rustling sheets. 

Your face emerges from beneath the covers, and Sirius thinks amusedly that it’s almost like you’re peering out from the mouth of a very plush cave. “What’re you doing?” you ask, words slurred together with sleep. Less so when your eyes narrow on the rings in Sirius’ hand. “Those are mine.” 

Sirius can’t help it; he laughs, and you glare at him (you’re really not as intimidating as you’d like to think, even with the darkness that rings your eyes and makes you look like a cartoon villain). “Oh, are they?” he asks you. “I seem to recall purchasing them some time ago.” 

“Since when did you purchase them?” James asks, rising from his crouch to sit next to you on the bed. He pets your hair, and you relax as if you might go back to sleep, though you’re still tracking Sirius’ hand with watchful eyes. “You told me you stole them from your mum.” 

“Well,” Sirius huffs. “Finders keepers.” 

“Exactly,” you say grouchily. “So put them back.” 

“Sorry, Bandit.” Sirius drops a conciliatory kiss on your temple as he slides a few of the rings on and stows the others in his pocket. “I found ‘em this time. Anyway, at least when I steal things, I actually use them. Keeping them stashed under your bed is criminal.” 

You grumble, but you can’t rally much resentment with James’ fingernails scratching at your scalp so pleasantly. 

“I think they do it to feel close to us,” Remus muses, giving you an appraising look. You won’t meet his eyes. “I mean, they’ve got your rings under there, Pads, and one of Prongs’ old necklaces, and some of my sweaters.” James coos as you sink further back into your burrow, and Remus smiles. “Did I get that right, sweetheart?” 

Sirius knows that tone. Remus is laying it on thick and extra sweet, trying to get you to squirm. And it’s working; you won’t look up from where you’re toying with the hem of the sheets, but your face takes on a pinkish hue. You start tearing the edge of your sheet into little strips between your fingers. 

“Oi.” James takes your hand prisoner in his. “Don’t start on that, we’ve already had to replace all the curtains.” 

“Is that true, baby?” Sirius wheedles, giving you his most saccharine smile. “Do you take our things because you love us?” 

You huff, your embarrassment revealed by the way you begin playing with James’ fingers. “Obviously I love you. You know that already. And you have nice things, so think whatever you want.” 

Remus chuckles. “Alright, we will.” 

“I can’t believe it.” Sirius looks down at you, raising an eyebrow when you glare. “Our Bandit’s a thief with a heart of gold.”

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onyx pt1

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Summary: You're stuck in the Avengers Compound because of an injury from your last mission, and you come across an adorable and affectionate little kitten.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: language (no i'm not sorry, Rogers); talks of explosions and injuries sustained from explosion [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: one-sided crushing (but is it really…?)

An eerie silence served as your only company in the Avengers Compound the last few days, some of your teammates off to finish the HYDRA mission that left you injured while the others took time off to visit their families over the holidays. With the promise to keep their comms on in case they would be needed until the New Year.

Now all that remained in the Compound with you were a few junior agents that drew the ends of the short stick, Val, and Loki.

Sadly your teammate, friend, and occasional drinking buddy Val was out blissfully spreading holiday cheer throughout New York with her girlfriend.

And Loki? Well, the God of Mischief wasn't exactly on chummy terms with you. Didn't even so much as give you a passing glance when you were at mission briefings.

Which was a damn shame because what you would give just to get lost in those stormy ocean eyes.

You made your way to the pantry in the common room to replenish your stash of snacks, towing along a little wagon to help you on the way back. Every step had you feeling every square inch of bruising on the left side of your body that you got from being unlucky enough to be caught in the blast radius of an explosion at the HYDRA base you were trying to infiltrate with Shaun just a few days ago.

Your phone buzzed with a new message. "Speak of the devil," you muttered to yourself, seeing Xu's name on your screen as soon as you pulled up next to the elaborate barista setup, putting a few Lindor truffles in a small bag for your wagon. "Hey FRIDAY?"

"Yes, Agent Y/L/N?" the AI answered immediately.

"Could you make me a white chocolate mocha with peppermint while I raid the latest Costco delivery for uhh…supplies. Yeah, I'll go with that."

"Right away, Agent Y/L/N." The sound of the barista setup whirring to life filled the kitchen area as you checked on Shaun's message.

Thor just mentioned that he'll ask his brother to take a look at your injuries. Maybe get him to kiss it all better. He finished his text with a smirking emoji, along with some hand gestures that painted a less than family friendly picture, making you roll your eyes at the screen.

You recorded a voice memo for him. "You know that he'd need to actually be willing to look at me so that he could see the damage from the blast, right? And last I checked I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm Medusa reincarnated and I'll turn his Asgardian ass to stone."

You went on to the ridiculously stocked pantry to rummage the delivery that came just a few hours ago, trying to find a bag of Jalapeño Cheetos somewhere in the mix, when you heard a tiny meow from somewhere behind you. You looked to the ground to find a black and white munchkin cat looking up at you with wide blue eyes.

"Hi there, baby…" you cooed, surprised the adorable little creature hadn't hissed or scratched at you yet. Cats normally didn't take to you, which was a shame because you often found yourself fighting the urge to pick one up or stroke its head whenever you crossed paths with one during your errand runs. "How'd you get in here?"

The tiny kitten caught you by surprise with what it did next, walking up to your feet and proceeding to rub its cheek against your ankle, a little purr emanating from its small fluffy body. You decided to risk the hissing and scratching and bent down to pick it up, your heart melting once he placed his paws on your cheek and proceeded to nuzzle your face with his nose.

"Aren't you a complete darling." He settled into your arm as you carried him out of the pantry, a little whine escaping him when you placed him down on the counter. He stood on his hind legs and made grabby hands towards you, blue eyes wide and pleading for you to pick him back up. "Just a second, sweet baby, I'm just getting you something to drink."

You took out a tiny sauce dish and poured some cream into it, pushing it toward the kitten that responded with a slow blink and a meow before licking away at the rich liquid.

"I'm sure your owner's gonna crucify me for giving you that but I can't help spoiling little fur babies especially when they're as adorable as you are." You took a sip of the coffee FRIDAY had finished making before shouting out a question for her. "Hey FRIDAY, you have any clue who this little bub belongs to?"

It took a second for her to answer. "Negative, Agent Y/L/N. There is currently no other agent on the premises looking for their pet. I also see no collar on them and from a preliminary scan they do not seem to have a microchip on them."

Those words stopped the kitten from drinking to look up toward the ceiling and hiss at the source of the voice. He only relaxed once you started stroking his fur again, going back to drinking and letting out a few purrs along the way. "No owner, huh? Does that mean I can invoke Finders Keepers then?"

"It appears so, Agent Y/L/N. What would be your new companion's name?"

The kitten looked up at you, as if expecting your answer. You wondered briefly if he could actually understand what it was that you and FRIDAY were talking about. "How about Onyx? I know I know it's absolute garbage for originality to name a black cat after a black gemstone but--"

His eyes widened before he climbed up your arm, only stopping once he'd reached your shoulder to nuzzle at your neck again. "It seems he likes the name, Agent Y/L/N."

"Then it's settled." You placed a soft kiss on top of his head. "Hello there, Onyx."

You brought your new kitten back to your apartment, setting him down on your bed while you tried to take off your sweatshirt as gently as you could manage.

"Ah, fuck it," you hissed as you felt the bruising around your ribs, letting out a pained sound when you opted to whip the garment over your head as fast as you could instead. Your reflection revealed that the bruising on the left side of your torso was quickly becoming a frightening deep purple.

Onyx meowed from your bed, again standing on his back legs and making grabby hands at you, eyes wide with evident pain.

"What's wrong, little baby?" He placed his paws gently on your side when you made your way to him, pressing his nose to the skin near where your bruising began. "Oh don't you worry your pretty little head about those, sweetie. They'll heal…eventually."

He kept on pressing his face to the area, your heart melting for the tiny kitten even more realizing that he was pressing kisses to your wounds.

"You really are such a precious little bub, aren't you?" You picked your new kitten up, placing him on the armchair in your reading nook before setting an alarm for dinner in a few hours and settling into your bed. "Get some sleep, sweet baby Onyx. I'll see you in a few hours."

Your eyes had only closed for a few seconds before you heard another tiny meow followed by a soft thud, immediately making you sit up on the bed looking for the kitten. He'd already made his way to your bedside, standing on his back legs and reaching up trying to climb up the sheets.

"Alrighty then," you mumbled, picking him up and placing him on the pillow beside yours. You rolled over to lay on your right side to remove any pressure to your injuries the best you could, hovering your finger near Onyx's nose once you'd settled in. He leaned up and pressed his nose to your finger, paws kneading on his pillow. "Boop," you giggled. "Sweet dreams, baby."

Just as you'd closed your eyes to try catching an hour or two of rest before you had to eat again and take those pain meds that Banner prescribed you, your phone began to blare Immigrant Song way too loudly by your nightstand. There were only two contacts you gave that ringtone to and one of them was currently out with her girlfriend.

"Talk to me, Thunder," you muttered, groaning when your stretch to reach for your phone made your bruising smart a bit. "You all good over there?"

"Absolutely grand, Lady Y/N," the blond god's voice boomed from the other end. "I was just wondering if you could check on my brother, he refuses to answer his phone yet again."

"That's gonna be a hard pass from me, buddy. I've already been cut and bruised, I'm not too keen to add stabbed to that list. He's probably just practicing spells. Or out on a date." You winced at that last part, an irrational part of you flaring up with unwarranted jealousy at the thought of Loki out with just about anyone. "Just--I don't know, check up on him yourself when you get back. You can take a stab better than me anyways."

Thor sighed loudly, the low rumbling making Onyx step back from his pillow and start hissing at the phone. You stroked the top of his head to calm him down. "Very well then, Lady Y/N. Rest well. We're scheduled to return after nightfall."

"I'll have pizza here waiting for you guys. Bring your own mead." You clicked off and tried to get some sleep, having FRIDAY place an order for pizzas and wings for when the team gets back. Your new kitten padded his way over to you, resting his head on your outstretched arm and letting out a soft purr.

The sound of the Quinjet coming back roused you from your nap, along with the feel of little paws on your arm and Onyx nuzzling your cheek.

"Looks like everyone's home," you mumbled, pressing a few kisses to the kitten's head before making your way out of bed. "Come on, little baby. Time to meet the team."

With a whole lot of discomfort and groaning, you slipped your sweatshirt back on before presenting your hand to Onyx and patting your shoulder, prompting the kitten to climb up your arm and perch himself on the spot, nuzzling his face behind your ear.

The team had already arrived and filled the common area when you made your way there, some of them helping themselves to the pizza. Barnes and Wilson walked in with coolers, probably filled with chilled bottles of beer inside.

"Hey, there she is!" Shaun exclaimed, pulling out a bottle of Pepsi before making his way over to you and pulling you into an embrace. "How's the healing go--Whoa there." He took a step back as Onyx hissed in his direction. "Where'd you come from, little guy?"

You shh'd the kitten, pressing kisses to his little cheek to calm him down. "It's okay, baby, Shaun is a friend. One of the good guys." You turned back to your mission partner. "Shaun, this is Onyx."

"Always thought you were a dog person, Babes," Natasha spoke up before taking your arm and walking you to the food. "We leave for one day and you become a cat lady. Where'd you even find the time to go to a shelter and get baby blue eyes over here?"

"I didn't, actually," you answered the master assassin. "I just went to the pantry and poof there he was, meowing at my feet. Like the cat distribution system mailed him to me by magic or something." He nuzzled your cheek again before starting to knead at your face.

"And he doesn't belong to anyone? You're sure?" Shaun spoke up, backing up immediately when he tried to pet your new kitten and getting hissed at. "Easy, kitty. I'm a friend, I'm not gonna hurt you." The martial artist turned back to you. "He wasn't collared? Or chipped?"

"Nope. FRIDAY scanned him and everything."

"You wanna think about getting him chipped?"

Onyx hissed again at the question before swishing his tail around to curtain your hair around him, his little body shaking on your shoulder. As if he was silently pleading for you to not take him out to have him chipped.

"Don't you worry, baby. I won't get you chipped, I wouldn't hurt you like that," you cooed, letting out a little giggle as he placed his paws on your cheeks and nuzzled your nose, giving the tip tiny licks. You were so focused on your cat's affections that the bellowing of Thor looking for his brother was a distant muffled noise in the background.

Until he got to where you were standing and his booming voice was impossible to ignore. "What an adorable little beast you have, with you, Lady Y/N." Onyx buried himself in the crook of your neck, shaking at the sound of Thor's voice.

"It's alright, Onyx. It's just Thunder, he may be all big and menacing on the outside but he's just a fluff ball on the inside. Come on, go say hi."

The blond Asgardian approached you, examining your new pet carefully before a knowing grin graced his bearded face. "Hello, Brother."

A chill went down your spine at his words. "What the fuck d'you just say, Blondie?"

He motioned toward the kitten on your shoulder. "This is the explanation for his lack of replies on his phone. His absence from his quarters. Lady Y/N, the little beast hiding himself in your hair…is my brother. That is Loki."

In your stupor, the only words you could manage to say were, "Bitch what?!"

A/N: Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays to the members of SAS, beloved besties, and fellow whores! I've had this idea doing a slow lurky crawl in the microwave that is my writing noggin for the last few months, and I'm so excited that I finally get to share it with y'all! Part 2 is coming in a few days, and then it's a coin toss on whether I'll be trying to end the year with crossing off some things on my writing todo list, or crossing off some titles from my Tumblr TBR 😳👀

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After Class Antics

Xavier Thorpe x Reader

SMUT (18+) ((oral, hair pulling, fingering, mattress rutting))

Word Count: 1,046

Xavier invites you to his dorm under the guise of studying, only to insist on something else when the time comes.

“Sarracenia purpurea, also known as the purple pitcher plant, northern pitcher plant, turtle socks, or side-saddle flower, is a carnivorous plant in the family Sarraceniaceae.” You answer Ms. Thornhill’s question regarding the plant she currently held. She praises you for your quick and accurate answer and then begins explaining the origins of the species. You hear a scoff sound out from your left. Bianca and Yoko snicker something amongst themselves. Quietly sighing, you ignore them and continue taking your notes. Xavier glares at the two girls sat in front of him and rolls his eyes.

Ever since he and Bianca broke up, she’d been trying to get under his skin intentionally. She did this by acting out whenever he was around, it wasn’t targeted at you but it seemed to piss him off a little bit more if it was. Soon after the breakup Xavier found the girl he was meant to be with, you. The two of you decided to keep it on the down low and just pretend to be friends in public, but behind closed dorm doors you two were closer than ever.

“Xavier, do you want to come to my dorm after class and study?” Bianca turns to ask during the discussion time. He doesn’t spare a glance her way, and gives her a less than desired answer.

“Not a chance.” He continues sketching the sarracenia purpurea in his notes. She hums and turns back to Yoko.

After class you collect your books and stride out of the classroom. Xavier rushes to catch up. Bianca and Yoko share a look.

“Hey (Y/N)!” He huffs. You turn to face him. “Do you want to come to my dorm and study? You really know your botany and I could use the extra help.” He sheepishly admits. You offer a soft smile and agree.

“Of course! Let me go get my other botany things and I’ll be right over.” You watch as he quickly nods his head, his longer hair tossing a bit with the wind.

You gently knock on his door and squeal as he hastily pulls you in.

“Calm down, I’m here.” You chuckle. He’s quick to embrace you, pulling you in for a long kiss. You lightly push him back until his legs hit the bed, making him sit while you take over on his lap. You unbutton his pants and pull his cock out, aiming to let him relax a little. He excitedly leans up into your lips before pulling away.

“Let me taste you, please baby.” He exhales heavily, looking at you with adoration in his eyes. You weren’t going to complain if he’d rather please you at the moment.

“Go ahead.” You approve, waiting to be handled by him.

He lays you down on his bed, bringing your knees up as he leans over you to kiss you once more. His hands deftly make work of your pants and loosen them, giving him the ability to slide them off with ease. You lift your hips to help him out and melt at the thankful smile he sends your way before beginning to kiss your inner thighs. His hands keep your knees apart in the mean time.

“Been thinking about this all day.” He murmurs, gently blowing onto your cunt, watching it react as you gasp. He smirks at the reaction and dives in, eager to please you.

Your thighs immediately close around his head, feeling his tongue work through your cunt in dedicated moves. You try not to buck up into his face, but you can’t help it. He flattens his tongue against your clit and then swirls around it before he moves back down to your hole. He teases it, edging you a bit before he feels the one thing he truly wants at the moment. You slide a hand down to his head, gently scratching his scalp from his hairline back, until your fingers thread into the strands. You grip his brown hair tightly, making him moan promptly before easing his tongue into you and pulling it back out- only for him to dart it back in and out quickly.

He gets louder the harder your tug on his hair, groaning loudly against your wet cunt. After a few more pulls, he’s painfully hard, cock heavily brushing against the bed, precum just barely staining the sheets. He can’t contain himself anymore, your hand feels too good buried in his hair. He starts out with small thrusts, dragging his cock up and down the sheets on the mattress. They get hastier the deeper and faster he fucks you with his tongue. You gasp, feeling his tongue disappear, only to be replaced with two of his slender digits quickly thrusting in and out of your pussy. He takes the time to focus sucking on your clit, toying the bud with his teeth and tongue. You squeeze around his fingers and hold his head down, letting out breathy moans as you rut into his face. He rocks the bed more vigorously, trying to catch up to your pleasure.

“I’m so close Xavi, please let me cum.” You whine, he shakes his head, prolonging your release as he stills his fingers, scissoring them inside of your cunt. You grip his hair harder, seemingly jumpstarting him once more. Now, he obeys your pleads and works you closer to cumming again. He groans into your pussy as his cock thrusts against the mattress, hard. You moan loudly and cum around his digits. He quickly removes them to get a taste of you.

When he does, he’s done for, absent minded as he moves his hips faster until they still, his cock spurting ropes of his cum onto the sheets.

He finishes cleaning you up before rolling over on the bed, breathing heavily.

“Fuck that was so good.” He sighs, running a hand through his hair, remembering when you did the same. You roll onto your left side, facing him. He gazes up to meet your eyes and pulls you into another sweet embrace. You chuckle lightly and run your own hands through his hair, knowing he thoroughly enjoyed the action. He hums in approval and squeezes you lightly, mumbling a small “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You assure.

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GRUMPY - C. BEDARD

paring: Connor Bedard x fem! reader

word count: 2.4k

requested? yes - connor falling in love with a grumpy girl and trying to get her to go out with him

warnings: use of y/n.

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I never really understood the appeal of hockey. The cold rinks, the aggressive players, the constant sound of blades cutting through ice—it all seemed like chaos to me. Yet here I was, surrounded by it day in and day out, working for the Blackhawks. It was a job, nothing more, nothing less.

I'm not exactly known for my sunny disposition. Some might even call me grumpy, but I prefer to think of myself as practical. After all, there's no room for sentimentality in a world as ruthless as professional sports. 

That's why, when Connor Bedard first sauntered into the locker room with that boyish grin of his, I rolled my eyes and went about my business. He was just another cocky player, another name to remember, another ego to manage.

But Connor, he was persistent. He made it his personal mission to break through my tough exterior, to chip away at the walls I had carefully built around myself. He'd bring me coffee in the mornings, cracking jokes that were admittedly funny despite my best efforts to remain unimpressed.

"You know, Y/N," he'd say with a mischievous glint in his eyes, "you're not as intimidating as you think you are."

And I'd scoff, brushing off his attempts at charm like they were nothing. But deep down, I couldn't deny the flutter in my chest whenever he flashed that smile of his.

As days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, Connor's relentless pursuit began to wear me down. He'd find any excuse to strike up a conversation, lingering in the locker room long after his teammates had gone home.

"I bet I can make you smile," he declared one evening, leaning against the doorframe with a confidence that was both infuriating and undeniably attractive.

I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms over my chest. "Is that a challenge?"

He grinned, stepping closer until there was barely an inch of space between us. "You could say that."

And before I could protest, he launched into a series of ridiculous anecdotes, each one more absurd than the last. And much to my dismay, I found myself laughing despite my best efforts to resist.

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Connor's antics became a regular occurrence, each interaction more endearing than the last. Whether it was stealing my pen during team meetings or leaving a trail of sticky notes with cheesy jokes on my desk, he seemed determined to brighten even my darkest days.

One particularly dreary afternoon, he appeared at my desk with a mischievous glint in his eyes and a paper bag in hand.

"Got something for you," he announced with a grin, placing the bag on my desk.

I eyed him warily, wondering what new scheme he had cooked up this time. "And what might that be?"

"Open it and find out," he urged, practically vibrating with excitement.

Sighing, I reached into the bag and pulled out a pair of fuzzy socks, adorned with cartoon penguins. Despite myself, a small smile tugged at the corners of my lips.

"Thought you could use some warmth," he explained sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.

I couldn't help but feel a warmth of a different kind blossoming in my chest as I thanked him, tucking the socks away in my drawer.

But it wasn't just the grand gestures that made my heart skip a beat—it was the quiet moments too, like the way he'd reach for my hand during team meetings or offer a reassuring smile when the pressure became too much to bear.

One evening, after a particularly grueling practice, I found myself lingering in the locker room, lost in thought. Sensing my solitude, Connor sidled up beside me, his presence a comforting anchor in the midst of chaos.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice cutting through the silence like a lifeline.

I turned to face him, offering a small smile in return.

"Rough day?" he asked, his tone gentle.

I nodded, unable to find the words to express the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me.

Without hesitation, he pulled me into a warm embrace, holding me close as if to shield me from the world outside.

"You're not alone, you know," he whispered, his breath warm against my ear.

And in that moment, with Connor's arms wrapped around me, I realized that maybe, just maybe, I didn't have to be.

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Connor's presence became a constant source of light in my life, his unwavering support a beacon of hope in the darkest of times.

During late nights at the rink, when exhaustion threatened to overwhelm me, he'd materialize out of nowhere with a goofy grin and a bag of my favorite snacks in hand.

"Thought you might need some fuel," he'd say with a wink, plopping down beside me as if he had nowhere else to be.

As I reached for a bag of chips from the assortment he'd brought, curiosity got the better of me. "How did you know to get all my favorite snacks?" I asked, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips despite myself.

Connor chuckled, leaning back against the cold metal bleachers. "Well, let's just say I have my ways," he replied, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes.

I raised an eyebrow, not entirely convinced by his vague answer. "You mean you went through my desk again, didn't you?"

He feigned innocence, placing a hand over his heart in mock offense. "Me? Never," he said, his grin widening into a full-blown smirk.

I rolled my eyes, unable to suppress a laugh. "You're incorrigible, you know that?"

But as I reached for another snack, a warmth spread through me—a warmth that had little to do with the chips in my hand and everything to do with the boy sitting beside me.

Connor shrugged, a playful glint in his eyes. "Hey, a guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do to make sure his favorite grumpy girl doesn't starve, right?"

I couldn't help but chuckle at his audacity. "Favorite grumpy girl, huh? Is that what I am now?"

He flashed me a boyish grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Absolutely. You're my number one source of entertainment around here."

I nudged him playfully with my elbow, a smile tugging at my lips despite my efforts to maintain a stern facade. "Well, I'll try not to let it go to my head."

But deep down, I couldn't deny the warmth spreading through me at his words. In a world as chaotic and unpredictable as professional sports, Connor's unwavering presence was a comfort—a reminder that even in the midst of the madness, there was still room for laughter and friendship.

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Despite the joy Connor brought into my life, a lingering doubt nagged at the back of my mind like a persistent shadow. What if his relentless pursuit was nothing more than a game? What if I allowed myself to open up, only to be left with a shattered heart in the end?

I couldn't shake the fear, no matter how hard I tried to bury it beneath layers of laughter and camaraderie. Every whispered compliment, every tender gesture, only served to fuel my uncertainty.

Was I just another conquest to him, another challenge to conquer before moving on to the next? Or was there something more genuine lurking beneath his playful facade?

As much as I longed to believe in the sincerity of his affections, I couldn't ignore the voice of doubt that whispered in the depths of my mind, urging me to tread cautiously, to protect myself from potential heartache.

But despite my reservations, despite the walls I had built around my heart, I couldn't deny the pull he had on me, the way he made me feel alive in ways I never thought possible.

And so, as I grappled with my conflicting emotions, I found myself torn between the desire to take a chance on love and the fear of getting hurt in the process.

But perhaps, just perhaps, the risk was worth the reward

Connor's presence in my life was undeniably intoxicating, his warmth and affection a balm to my weary soul. Yet, beneath the surface, doubts lingered like shadows in the corners of my mind.

Was I merely a conquest in his game of pursuit, a challenge to conquer before moving on to the next? Or could there truly be something genuine blooming amidst the laughter and tender gestures?

I longed to believe in the sincerity of his affections, to cast aside the doubts and surrender to the possibility of love. But the scars of past heartaches served as a reminder to tread cautiously, to protect myself from the pain of shattered dreams.

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Despite the walls I had built around my heart, I couldn't deny the undeniable pull he had on me. His presence made me feel alive in ways I never thought possible, igniting a fire within me that I had long thought extinguished.

As I wrestled with my conflicting emotions, I knew that the decision lay solely in my hands. Would I succumb to the allure of his charm, risking everything for the chance at love? Or would I retreat into the safety of solitude, shielding myself from the potential pain of a broken heart?

But as each day passed, and Connor's presence continued to brighten my life, I found myself leaning more towards taking that leap of faith. Despite the uncertainty and the fear, there was something about him that felt different, something that whispered of authenticity amidst the chaos of my doubts.

I couldn't deny the depth of our connection, the way his laughter echoed in my heart long after he'd gone, or the way his touch sent shivers down my spine. And deep down, I knew that hiding behind my walls wouldn't protect me from the inevitable—the risk of heartache was an inherent part of love, but so too was the potential for joy and fulfillment.

So, with a hesitant yet determined heart, I made a choice—to open myself up to the possibility of love, to embrace the vulnerability that came with it, and to trust in the belief that sometimes, the greatest rewards in life were found in taking the biggest risks.

As the days turned into weeks and weeks into months, my resolve only grew stronger. Connor's presence in my life had become a constant source of joy and comfort, his unwavering support a steady anchor in the storm of uncertainty that raged within me.

Yet, despite the warmth of his affection and the undeniable connection that simmered between us, the words remained unspoken, lingering on the tip of my tongue like a forbidden secret.

But as the air grew colder and the days grew shorter, I knew that I couldn't keep hiding behind the safety of my doubts forever. If I wanted to truly embrace the possibility of love, I needed to take a leap of faith—a leap that would require me to bare my soul and lay my heart on the line.

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And so, on a crisp winter evening, with the gentle glow of the moon overhead and the soft whisper of snowflakes dancing in the air, I found myself standing outside Connor's apartment, my heart pounding in my chest as I prepared to take that leap into the unknown.

Summoning every ounce of courage within me, I raised my hand and knocked on the door, the sound echoing through the silent night like a drumbeat of anticipation.

Seconds stretched into eternity as I waited, my nerves on edge as I wondered if I had made a mistake—if I had misread the signs and allowed myself to hope for something that could never be.

But then, just as doubt threatened to consume me whole, the door swung open, revealing Connor's familiar silhouette against the warm glow of the lamplight.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice a soothing balm to my frayed nerves.

"Hey," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper as I met his gaze, searching for any sign of rejection or reluctance.

But instead of turning me away or offering empty platitudes, Connor simply stepped aside, inviting me into his world with a silent gesture of welcome.

And as I crossed the threshold into his apartment, leaving behind the chill of the winter night for the warmth of his embrace, I knew that this was it—this was the moment I had been waiting for, the moment when I would finally lay bare the depths of my heart and confess my love to the one who had captured it so completely.

Taking a deep breath to steady my racing pulse, I turned to face Connor, my eyes locked on his as I prepared to speak the words that had been swirling in my mind for so long.

"Connor," I began, my voice trembling with emotion as I reached out to grasp his hand in mine. "There's something I need to tell you—something I've been wanting to say for a long time now."

He listened in silence, his gaze never wavering as he waited patiently for me to continue.

"I know I've been hesitant to open myself up to the possibility of love, to embrace the vulnerability that comes with it," I confessed, my heart laid bare before him. "But being with you, it's shown me that sometimes, the greatest rewards in life are found in taking the biggest risks."

A soft smile tugged at the corners of Connor's lips, his eyes sparkling with understanding as he squeezed my hand reassuringly.

"I know I've been afraid to admit it, to acknowledge the depth of my feelings for you," I continued, my voice growing stronger with each word. "But the truth is, Connor, I'm in love with you. Completely and utterly, with every fiber of my being."

And as the weight of my confession hung in the air between us, I held my breath, waiting for his response, hoping against hope that my words hadn't come too late—that they hadn't shattered the fragile bond we had worked so hard to build.

But then, in the quiet stillness of that moment, Connor's expression softened, his eyes alight with a warmth that mirrored my own as he reached out to cup my cheek in his hand.

"Y/N," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper as he leaned in close, his breath warm against my skin. "I've been in love with you from the moment I first laid eyes on you. You've brought light into my life in ways I never thought possible, and I can't imagine facing the future without you by my side."

And in that moment, as our lips met in a tender kiss that spoke volumes more than words ever could, I knew that I had finally found my home—in Connor's arms, where I belonged.

[marcusakito]

Lyney Cat Hybrid Boyfriend HCs (Sfw and Nsfw)

I blame my friend for inspiring me to write this. But I still had fun thinking about it, so was it really that bad?

Lyney x Fem!Reader

CW: Minors DNI, Slight Yandere (Just to be safe I'll add that), Biting(?), Rough Sex, Breeding, Penetration, and technically a monster cock.

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

SFW:

I really wanna believe Lyney is a cat hybrid like his sister Lynette. Perhaps he takes a special suppressant that makes his cat features less prominent.

His ears would be small enough to be completely flush in his hair, and his tail small enough to hide in his clothes. The only thing visible in his cat trait would be his eyes. The glow in the dark, and see just as well in the dark too.

Why would he do that? Having one cat on stage makes it special, unique, don't you think having two makes it less so?

Of course like most medicine, I doubt taking the suppressant constantly would be healthy. He has a few days where he doesn't take them.

So imagine your surprise when his cat ears spring up, and being in casual clothes, his tail moves freely around.

Yes, he'll allow you to touch them. But only if you promise to be gentle.

If you pet his head and scratch his ears, he'll be snuggling up against you and purring. Same goes for when you sleep together.

What a clingy cat. But that's what makes him adorable, no?

If he purrs, he definitely hisses. He's learned to surpress that since he was young, but if he gets jealous towards someone... Well now, he can't help it at that point.

He'd have the urge to scratch their face off, but he resists doing that. That would be rather... Unbecoming of his charismatic self. Besides, he has other possible ways of handling things.

That is, to show outwardly open affection to you. Prove to that person you're his.

Just like any other cat, Lyney's stomach is a sensitive spot. Very, very ticklish and he doesn't mind if you wanna tickle him, he trusts you! Just don't tickle him out of surprise when you're outside, he might accidentally scratch you.

He'll be sure to give a thousand apologies for it though. And maybe a rose or two.

NSFW:

MASSIVE BREEDING KINK.

He can't help himself, it's his primal instincts taking over when you two have intercourse.

His cock is a little thinner than average, 6", bulbous and red tip, and extremely sensitive. His dick has rough, rounded barbs around the base of his shaft.

Those barbs rubs against your walls and clit just right. It was an unexpected pleasure for the both of you, since they were sensitive for Lyney, and it makes him cum pretty easily even without much stimulation.

He retracts his claws (His nails) so they won't hurt you when he plunges them into your hole to finger you. But he'd use them to sensually graze his nails softly too.

His favourite position is doggystyle (Or rather, catstyle?) And prone bone, but he wouldn't mind other positions. He just knows that particular one makes him certain you'll be properly bred.

He'll either hold you by your hips or pin your hands above your head, with his chest pressed against your back. He'll praise you for doing so well, how well you'll take his seed, and for the beautiful bump for when you bear his children.

The thought of you pregnant just riles him up and turns him on.

He's got naturally high libido, but oh boy, good luck during his heat cycle.

He'll be clingy, snuggling against you constantly that you'll have to shove him off. That doesn't stop him, though.

And once you're home, well...

He'll be thrusting into you roughly, overstimulating you over and over again to cum inside you without a moment of rest.

And if you try to get away and act up? He's not above biting you at the back of your neck.

It's his cat instincts needing you to stay longer. Even after you've had what, 5 orgasms and a ton of his load in you?

He'll realize what he did and make up for it later by drawing you a bath or patching it up.

Mandatory snuggles after sex. No exception.

And he'll be keeping his dick inside of you all night. You don't mind cockwarming, do you? He's just making sure not to waste a single drop of his semen inside you.

Hope you don't mind not walking for a while. Don't worry, Lyney's taking care of you well throughtout the mating season.

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

Hope you enjoyed my hcs! I was thinking of writing more monster(?) Human headcanons, not limited to animal hybrids. It's just fun to think of the possibilities.

If you have any concerns or suggestions, feel free to give a comment or ask!

[lemmetreatya]

Any spare jjba smut? Literally any of the guys, although I love how you write joot, and I'm interested to see how you'd write old!Joseph (SDC)

omg anon thank you SO much for reminding me that i am indeed a whore for joestars. your diligence will be heavily rewarded!! ❤️

Jojo characters during sex

ft. Jonathan, Old!Joseph (SDC), Jotaro (part 4), DIO (SDC)

content: afab!reader, modern au ig, smut, sex, male. pen, missionary, doggy, cowgirl

🔆 jonathan: missionary 🔆

despite being the supposed gentleman he is, jonathan is an absolute sucker for being able to hover over you from above during sex. he may not give it away, but loves being able to play and fondle with your breasts as he thrusts into you, large hands able to engulf all of you — regardless of size. it’s almost perverted how his eyes can never seem focused on your face despite how much he proclaims he likes missionary for that reason.

“jojo…”

your fingers cant help but play within the naped locks of jonathan’s navy black hair, your mind on the verge of going blank as result of how passionately he was fucking into you.

“you’re so beautiful…” he’d strain out despite his attention not being on you. as his eyes cant help but lay strain over your bouncing breasts, you can only let out a huff.

“feel like…” your cheek lays flat against the pillow, drool peaking at the corner of your lips. “you’re not even…that wasn’t f-f-or me…”

a short stutter leaves jonathan’s mouth but he doesn’t let up his pace. in fact, the man continues to plough into you whilst bringing up his index finger and thumb to his lips. he momentarily sucks on the digits, eyes fierce, before bringing them down onto the exposed nub of your nipple.

nothing less of a yelp and a moan leaves your throat at the additional stimulation. if anything, it just makes jonathan smile more.

“don’t underestimate me…i can appreciate…more than one thing at a…at a time.”

🔆 joseph: spooning 🔆

“it’s not because of my age…” he usually groans but joseph is an absolute adorer of spooning fucks. he says its always been his go-to choice of position but even you didnt need to know him within his juvenile days to work out that (lazily) thrusting into you from behind on his side was definitely due to lack of effort. still yet, joseph was always a good lay when it came to this position— clearly he knew what he was doing.

the patient slapping of skin sounded throughout the room as joseph took you from behind. his cock had no problem in sliding in and out of your gooey cunt, his grunts feverently hot against your neck.

“god, you’re always so warm for me princess…” he endearingly spewls as the rough hairs of his silver moustache softly scratch against your skin.

you yourself cant help but mewl in reply as the man’s fat cock continues to drive up your ridged canals, the arched angle of your back resulting in you feeling him just about poke your innards.

“always for you, daddy…”

you moan almost subconsciously. it wasn’t something youd said with him before but there was just something about the man that made you want to address him as such. the use of the pet name makes joseph’s dick jump within you. you dont miss how he blows an extra hot puff of air onto your neck.

“don’t say that unless…you want trouble.” he muses, but you know he’s more endorsing the behaviour than berating.

with an impulsive clench of your walls around him, you signal that you were willing to take whatever ’trouble’ was.

🔆 jotaro: doggy 🔆

oh now jotaro is a man who takes what he wants — thats we know. but there’s just something about having you at his beckon from behind, the almost animalistic inclining to have his way with you unabashed?? jotaro has his suave and intimate moments but sometimes he just wants to be able to indulge in you any way he can.

bullet crowns seem to be ringing through your head at this point. your body is being jolted way too harshly for anything you have to say to come out sane. no matter how much you cry out in pleasure or muffle his name into the duvet, jotaro is absolutely not letting up.

“s-shit…”

his own curses come out half baked and cant even form properly from his lips. understandably, seeing as jotaros eyes are determinedly focused on the mirror situated in front of your naked bodies, the sight delightfully vulgar as his hands squeeze at your hips.

“mine…m-mine.” is what he chants over you, his cock making no mistake in target as each time it perfectly carves out the pipe of your insides and leaves your pussy puffy with white froths of cream.

you can’t help but squeeze out a sorry excuse of a “yours” in reply to jotaro’s proclamation. which to his delight he takes it as a green light to prop one of his legs up onto the bed and proceed to drill into you with the vigor of a thousand men.

itd be no lie to say that your mind was then completely scrambled and your senses telling you this man was nothing but fine trouble.

🔆 dio: cowgirl 🔆

this man needs to be in control for every aspect of his life, but when it comes to sex? actually, no he still needs and wants to be in control, but he finds a way to not always make it about him. dio loves cowgirl simply because it gives him the feel for power whilst simultaneously letting you do all the work. it also gives the illusion about the sense of worship finally being directed towards you — and he likes that! (but he’d never admit that aloud)

as his fingers grip onto the seat of your hips, you cant but help yourself feel exceptionally full and imbedded by dio’s cock as he rocks himself up into your hole.

“look at you…”

hed almost pray from below, beady eyes strained and focused on you and everything you deliver — raining from your moans, cries and curses.

“so beautiful for me.”

you should be mindful that he doesn’t suddenly plant his feet flat into the mattress to use as a anchor of some sort before he’s using the momentum to fuck into you mercilessly. however when he does, it’s like heaven on earth as you cry out of both shock and pleasure.

“di…” is all you can get out and the smile on dio’s face in response is devliah.

“that’s it. lemme hear you.” hed coo.

[royalsunshinehotel]

I have a request plsss. Saw the green knight and during the whole flash(?) after he ran away from the knight and got a glimpse of the future... Imagine being Gawain's lover but he'd return all weird, marrying the reader but one day walked into their room with Galahad, a newborn that is his but not hers.... Her having to see him being a different man for yearsss, a heartless almost unrecognisable man. Only recognising his resting face when he's asleep and quiet. ANGST ANGST ANGST

Rotten (king!Gawain x wife!reader angst)

You're a good wife, and an even better Queen. He hates you for it.

If he had been a better man, Gawain would have been able to ignore the favor you'd curried with his people. You weren't even local, an interloper from a far off land.

As he stepped over another puddle, from the slums to the castle, he felt his mother right behind him, new baby in her arms. A pest of a woman, to be honest, but at least she had been helpful during the delivery.

Passing through the intricate corridors, his mother hands behind him like a cloak. The familiar warmth that she'd once given him had long since fallen away, he can tell, she hates him, same as everyone else.

He turns and takes the child wordlessly, and doesn't knock on your door. He doesn't need to, you're his Queen after all.

His eyes gravitate towards you, still snug in bed, and for a moment, he thinks of Essel, fighting through the mud, delaying the inevitable.

"Good morning, my King." You sit up slowly, and if he'd been the man he was he would have gaped at your beauty. Maybe that was your secret for currying public favor, envy stirs in his chest. He wasn't any less beautiful than you.

You blink at your husband, who's face was like a storm.

"What is it? What's happened?" Your voice is soft, he hates the way you say those words, so warm and concerned.

And, the little bundle in his arms, makes a sound of displeasure. A small sound, gentle, not like a baby that had been stolen from home and carried through the rain.

Your stomach drop, and his dark eyes can see it.

"What is that?" Please no, please ... A dull pain appears in your head again, stronger than before, and your certain this is the time you're going to die.

He puts the bundle down at the foot of your bed, "This is my son and heir," You were going to be sick, and you shove it down, like you do everything else.

You slink forward carefully, taking the edge of the blanket, and sitting down, baby in your lap.

"You are to be his mother, as you've not given me a child yet." His words hit like a knife to the gut. You'd barely been married three months.

The child was beautiful, dark hair, and ten fingers. He was clearly Gawain's, but the beauty came from the mother too. That much you could tell.

She must be stunning, whoever she is

Oh god, he was new - too new. Had he really yanked the babe away from some poor woman? There was a woman out there in the city in mourning from a pain your husband had caused.

You'd married a monster.

He'd come back different from his quest, that much you knew, but you pushed it down. You had made a case to your father that Camelot would prosper with the financial support a wedding would solidify, and now he's done this to you.

He'd done this to all of you.

"Who's child is this?" Your voice is soft and low, tinged with panic, and he could almost laugh. What a fool you were to think you could be enough for him.

"What does it matter now? It's mine." You tear your eyes from the boy, settled, a little too calm for your liking, to burn a hole in your husband with your stare, "Ours, I mean," he corrects quickly.

So callous.

"Do you understand, my Queen?"

You gather yourself up on your haunches, and slap him right across the face. You sleep with your rings on, and leave a small scratch on his cheek. It's hard to think of a time where you would have licked it clean, tried so hard to make it better.

No more.

For a moment, you see him ruffled, dark hair mussed across his face. He loses his equilibrium and takes a moment.

"I understand how difficult this must be for you, but you will raise our son, and if you strike me again, there will be hell to pay."

You laugh in spite of yourself.

"I'll raise your son, I'll keep him safe from you, but you will never know my touch again." He winces a little at your words, grateful his collar is high enough to hide his swallowing. A good King would never compromise, especially for the likes of you.

"You can't do that." What he wouldn't understand is why you had to make this so difficult.

"My father will withdraw all financial support and your people will rise up and tear this castle apart, and you along with it."

"I'll survive." He doesn't know you well enough anymore, to know that you're bluffing.

"You'll survive - all through history, as the boy king, and the failure."

He moves slowly, intending to take his son back. You, apparently, couldn't be trusted with the privilege of rearing his child.

Morgana had raised him, and he'd turned out fine!

You're faster, taking his son back into you arms. Snatching the babe in the blanket, but somehow gentle, like a mother.

"Look at me and know your son is in safe hands." You prayed that Lady Morgana was waiting in the wings, as she so often was, and you wouldn't have to send someone to fetch her.

You would have to kill him somehow. Or be stuck in the trap of waiting to see which one of you would die first. What agony.

Gawain exhales deeply, through his sharp nose, before taking a large step away, slamming your door behind him.

The second the door meets it's frame, the baby stirs, it's grief and cries blending with your own.

In spite of himself, he waits outside your door to listen. In one foul blow he'd ended things between the two of you, all for the sake of keeping the green out.

But the green was already deep inside of him, he'd known it ever since he'd run from the chapel.

He was green now, absolutely rotten.

[updownlately]

4 - oh you love me, you love me

series masterlist

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“Hi bub…” 

Keeping your voice low, you walked softly into the room, beelining straight to the blonde under the covers, her head barely peeking out. 

Settling on the edge of the bed beside Alessia, you smoothed out her messy hair, a soft smile on your face at how adorable she looked- a sleepy grimace coating her face as blonde strands stuck out in every direction, no doubt a result of the nap she had taken earlier.

Hand coming to rest on her forehead as you stopped your ministrations, you quietly checked her temperature, mindful of the fever she had a few hours ago.

Feeling it to be near normal, you contemplated asking her how she was feeling, cautious of annoying the blonde as she was waking up. 

You decided to take the leap however, and ask, well-aware that you’d have a grumpy Alessia on your hands afterwards.

Still, being careful to not rouse the blonde too much with your voice, you kept it quiet as you spoke, words nearly a whisper. 

“How are you feeling now? How’s your stomach?”

At your questions, the striker let out a small grunt, no other response besides her shuffling ungracefully until her head was resting on your thigh.

Shaking your head fondly at her antics, you ran your fingers through her hair as she settled, scratching Alessia’s scalp in an attempt to bring her some comfort. 

Trying again, you spoke once more. 

“Less, baby, does anything still hurt?”

Again, another grunt, this one with a hint of a whine at the end this time. You shook silently with laughter at her response, eyes rolling lovingly at the child-like behaviour.

“Alessia…” Your tone was playful but the warning in it was clear- you really needed to know how she was doing so you could help her. 

The slight push was successful, the English woman finally responding verbally.

“Cramps are still bad and my back hurts.” 

Her voice was quiet though, discomfort apparent as her face scrunched up as she spoke.

You knew the drill at this point- on her periods, Alessia liked to cuddle a hot water bottle as you both would watch a movie, light sandwiches shared between you two as you huddled under a blanket or two in your bedroom. 

Nodding to yourself as you created a plan in your head, you made a move to get up, ready to go heat up some water for a hot water bottle and grab some food and ibuprofen. 

You didn’t get far however, Alessia burying her face into your torso at the slightest movement, her arm coming to lay across your lap, preventing you from leaving.

Unfortunately for you, as adorable as her wanting you to stay was, you knew Alessia would be in more pain if you didn’t get up right now, well aware of just how awful her periods got sometimes.

“Love, I’m just gonna fill you a hot water bottle, see if that helps…” Trying to convince the blonde to let you go, you tried to gently lift her arm off you. Your effort was futile though, her grip only tightening.

“No.” The response was clear, the blonde making no effort to loosen her grip.

“Lessi…”

“No. Please…” Her voice was quieter this time, nearly pleading.

Sighing, your shoulders deflated at her tone, knowing she was typically more clingier during the first day or so of her period, the pain heightening her need for your presence. 

“Only a little while, okay? After that I need to get you hot water and some food probably.”

And as Alessia moved over to the middle of the bed to make room for you, you got comfortable, sitting with your upper back against the headboard, propped up by pillows, legs stretched out as you made room for the Gunner.

Patting the space between your legs once you had situated yourself, you helped Alessia get comfortable in your hold, her back pressed to your front as you pulled the laptop she had been using earlier closer to you. 

Continuing the episode that the blonde had fallen asleep to, you let her rest her head on your shoulder, placing a loving kiss on her temple as you snaked your hands under her shirt, coming to a rest just under her stomach. 

Gently kneading, you did your best to massage the area as you both watched the show, trying to alleviate some of the pain. 

You could feel Alessia relax at your movement, body getting heavier and breaths getting softer, her slowly falling back asleep with the help of the comforting touch.

Briefly stopping your massage, you quickly turned the volume down of the laptop as to not wake her again, trying your best not to laugh as the girl in your arms whined at the faintest absence of your touch. 

Carrying on once again, a soft smile ever present on your face, you settled in, not unfamiliar with this situation with the number of months you had been together, but more than content to be there for her. 

~~~

It was nearly an hour later when Alessia rose from her second nap, and if you were honest, you didn’t think she could have gotten any more cuter.

Sleep laden eyes, the blonde had immediately buried her face into your neck upon waking up, adjusting herself to be sideways in your lap as the evening light started streaming into the room.

The pair of you had sat there, cuddled up, for the better part of a half hour, you doing your best to make sure to slowly wake the blonde up, asking little questions here and there until she was fully coherent.

You had eventually convinced her to shower as you started on plans for dinner, an idea, a small surprise, on your mind.

Gathering all that you needed, you worked quickly, time limited.

Pulling away the coffee table in your living room, you quickly rearranged your couch, converting it into the bed it could become, before grabbing all the fluffiest blankets, pillows, and stuffies in the house and throwing them on the makeshift bed. 

Scouring around the apartment and the groceries you had gotten earlier, you prepped a snack tray full of the blonde's favourite treats, setting that near the fort you had built.

Finally, boiling some water, you prepped a hot water bottle for when Alessia was out of the shower.

Hearing footsteps just as you finished pouring the water into the bottle, you quickly set the kettle down, screwing the top shut before turning around. 

Smiling at the fact that she was wearing one of your oversized hoodies, you proudly presented her with the hot water bottle before taking her hand and leading her to the living room. 

Coming to a stop and facing the blonde, you watched as she took in the sight before you- dim lighting around the area, a few candles, the sofa-bed filled with blankets and pillows, snacks, and the TV set up, ready for any streaming service to be chosen. 

“I-…huh? What?” 

Sending you a bewildered look, Alessia tried to find the words to convey her shock, surprised at how you managed to pull this off in fifteen minutes.

“What is all of this?”

Shrugging your shoulders in response, a nervous smile on your face, you rubbed the back of your neck anxiously.

“I know we had plans to cook together tonight but I figured we could have a relaxing night in instead…”

Slowly walking over to the handful of take out menus you had piled up on the side, you picked them up,  bringing them back to the blonde with a sheepish smile.

“Bub, you’re on your period and I think it would be nice if we can just put on a movie, have some snacks, maybe order in, and just cuddle and…relax? No pressure for the night. Just you, me, some good, easy food, and some good entertainment y’know?”

Watching you explain your thought process with a lovesick smile on her face, Alessia stepped closer to you, arms coming around to pull you into a hug, burying her face into your neck.

Sighing into the crook, you felt the smile on the Gunner's face, her hug getting just a tad bit tighter with every passing second, almost as if she was trying to physically make you feel her love.

Relaxing into her hold, you let out a breath at the gesture, glad you had read Alessia correctly. 

Pulling back slightly, her sky-blue eyes met your own, head tilting earnestly as she glanced around the room quickly before looking back at you.

“This really sounds like the perfect night right now, thank you.” An apologetic smile crossed her face as she continued, “sorry I’m not in the mood to cook, I know I promised to teach you how to make pasta from scratch and-”

Cutting the striker off before she could spiral into a series of unnecessary apologies, you pulled her close, placing a soft kiss on her lips to quiet her.

Leaning back with a smile on your face at the dazed look in Alessia’s eyes, you grasped her hand in yours, tugging her onto the sofa behind you. 

“Less, love, don’t worry a second about it okay? Plus anyways, I’m feeling a little La La Land and some snacks…and then we can order food in a bit yeah? Sounds alright?” 

Smiling at the eager nod you got, you situated yourself, helping Alessia dig her way to the middle of the pulled out sofa. Letting her get comfy, you grabbed the softest blanket you had found, coincidentally her favourite one, and gently placed it on the blonde, making sure the hot bottle rested comfortably before settling yourself beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as she laid her head on yours. 

A carefree smile unknowingly residing on your face, you flicked through the plethora of streaming services before you found the correct one, hitting play on the movie before tugging your love impossibly closer. 

Unbeknown to you, Alessia had a matching smile on her own face, heart softening at the thought of the effort you had gone through- that you always went through, when she was on her period. At how you would always go out of your way to make sure she was comfortable, her very much aware that you had most definitely picked up majority of the snacks today knowing she was starting her period and craved them. At how you checked in with her, took care of her, stayed with her so she wasn’t in pain alone, fed her, did all of that and then some for her. 

Well aware your love didn’t need words, Alessia revelled in the thought behind your actions, letting herself fall deeper in love with you as the opening credits rolled around.

Glad that of all the people in the world, she had you by her side through all the good times and bad, she pressed herself into you, letting your warmth wash over her and bring her comfort as you played your guys’ favourite movie. 

And as day turned to night, the fall cold slightly sweeping in as the TV illuminated the room in bright lights, the two of you sat, cuddled up, warmed up, and loved up, needing nothing more than the other and the love and comfort of the home you were building together.

[unyandere]

Yandere jock x reader who is really into how to kill people with poison and therefore finds training the body useless

Tw: plants (the poisonous ones), mention of killing and murder, curses, yanderish behaviour (both me and you know that’s not the most triggering over here), bad English I guess, reader is… uh… like those little kids who love to tell people how they would be able to kill them in extreme detail for no reason whatsoever

At school you were more or less a loner, no friends, teachers always forgot your name, are your lunch alone,… Yeah, you spent most of your time at school inside the library, reading books about murders and poisons.

Poisonous plants and animals had always been one of your many passions and the librarian, knowing you as well as your mother had known you, always kept some new books about plants and animals for you.

One day as you were reading about the atropine contained inside many plants and its uses you caught the eye of one of the school’s top football players.

At first he came up to you, sat beside you and looked at you while you were reading.

He was hypnotised by your beauty, your elegant movements, your oh so cute shyness,… As he set his eyes on you he decided you two would have some fun together.

“Hey hun~ Wanna… ya know?” He said pointing at one of the doors that lead to a utility room.

You lifted your eyes from the book and looked at him straight in the eyes.

“Getting inside a small room with someone you don’t really know just because of an high libido is one of the most common ways to get killed” you answered looking at him coldly

“And how would you kill me? You don’t look like someone with muscles~ You don’t really look like someone who could beat me up~” he said walking behind you and grabbing one of your arms.

“There are countless ways in which you could get killed without the use of muscles” you answered jerking your arm away.

He got closer to you, he sniffed your hair and touched your neck.

“Reeeally? And how would you kill me?” He said smiling at you, putting his hand under your chin and lifting your face up to him.

“Well I could poison you with berries by putting one berry in my mounts and slipping it into yours during a kiss, I could put some rhododendron leaves in my pocket and scratch your skin as you get close giving you some of the nastiest infections, I could put some hemlock in my hands, cup my hand above your nose, make you breath some hemlock and kill you slowly and painfully,… and these are just some examples of how I could, and would, kill you” you answered briefly.

The jock looked at you in the eyes, for a moment his smile disappeared and he stepped back a little.

But just as soon as you thought he’d finally leave you alone to read, his smile reappeared and he got as close as he was before.

“Well, couldn’t I kill you in just as many ways with my hands?” He whispered in your ear smiling at the thought of you under him asking for help.

“While the answer is yes, you would definitely get in prison for that because of the signs on me and everyone being able to testimony that you were with me at the time of my death making you the prime suspect, while I, killing your with poison, will not become the prime suspect because most poisons take time to start showing their signs and kill people so you would be able to meet more people before dying making them the prime suspect for your death instead of me” you explained crushing his dreams.

The jock smiled at you taking again a little step back.

“I… see” he mumbled trying to keep up his smile and think of something to answer you.

“But what if I… erm… didn’t care about going to jail?” He asked whispering, getting close to you again (to your dismay) and sniffing your beautiful hair thinking of you, scared, doing whatever he asked you.

“Well, you would be quite stupid! Getting to jail is no joke, you will have a much harder time finding a job after you get out of jail!” You answer apathetically.

“Then, why would you risk your carrier to kill me? Am I more important then your future?” He asked again smiling while touching you thinking of you giving up your whole life for him made him quite excited.

“No, I just know I wouldn’t get caught… I know what errors killers usually make, I just have to avoid those and I’ll be able to do whatever I want” you explained again.

You were starting to get on his nerves, if your cute face didn’t make up for it he would’ve already beaten you up.

“I see… And what if I force you to come with me, without killing you, and see me play a game just for you?” He said expecting some more scared response to that.

“I’d ask for a restraining order against you” you answered with a plain pretty apathetic voice.

“Yeah but what if-“ he was going to ask but you got up and walked out of the library leaving him alone.

[starrvsn]

` ִ ꔫ ۫ ⊹ J.HARLOW ࣪ ˖ WHEN YOU COME HOME TO ME.

pairing: reader x jack harlow

what to know | fluffy! domestic!au, jack being the cutest lover ever, life with jack be like <3, established-relationship!au, this is all fiction! — lowercase is intended.

☆ on rotation: lovesick by laufey, 20191009 i like her by mac damarco, in a good way by faye webster, love of my life by harry styles.

star left a message! my first jack fic! please let me know what you thought about 🩶 i hope you enjoy :)

“when do you think mama's gonna be home, hm?” jack quietly inquires to alpine. gently patting her back while she lays comfortably on his lap. alpine shifts looking up at jack with wide eyes, her ears fluttering at the sound of your title around the house. jack chuckles scratching behind her ears, wondering how a cat can be so adorable.

recently his schedule has been clearing up which meant shorter days in the studio, less days away from home and more time for you. he missed you during his hectic work days especially since your schedules clashed so much, you barely got to see each other despite living in the same house. he fell so easily into a routine with you now that he’s home more and today was one of those days. a few hours ago jack had came back from studio, took a small nap, made a small dinner (very small since his cooking skills are very limited) for the two of you, took alpine on a walk around the neighborhood in a cat sling (which you think he hates wearing but he actually loves it)and finally got ready for bed. during that time he got a message from you telling him you’d be working late due to some complications in some documents that make jack’s head hurt to even think about. it’s now around midnight and you still haven’t gotten home, there wasn’t any other updates from you after you sent around seven.

worry bubbles in jack’s chest as time goes by, it wasn’t out of the ordinary that you came home late especially recently since you’ve been busy with projects at work. he didn’t want to sound clingy but he missed you when you weren’t home with him, only alpine and the many house plants you’ve names to keep him company. he realized how this how you must've felt when he was gone. jack has also gotten so used to sleeping in bed with you that he can’t sleep without you. ever since you started dating you always slept together which made it difficult when he was on tour and the only remedy for that was sleeping on face time with a build-a-bear teddy that smelled like you; call him crazy but it helped but is a secret kept from everyone except you. hence why he’s currently staying up so late, it doesn’t matter how long he has to wait or how tired he feels after work. he wants to be there when you get home. make sure you come home safe and sound. this became a sort of routine between the two of you, though you always tell jack there’s no need for him to stay up, knowing how early he gets up to get the most out of his day— jack is as stubborn as a bull, it didn’t matter what time he wakes up the next day, he just wants to be with you. you don’t know the exact reason as to why he waits for you to come home. all you know is that he wants to make sure you come home safe and that keeps you content. jack is also shy to tell you the exact reason so to keep himself from embarrassment he’ll be keeping the real reason to himself.

jack sits in the lounge, his laptop atop his lap looking over emails and and beat samples when he had the chance while his other mindlessly pets alpine, being sure not to do to much because jack cannot handle another one of her bites or scratched. this was one of jack’s favorite ways to pass time while waiting for you, sometimes he’d be reading a book or watching show. after a while jack gets bored of his scrolling and moves to the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea, alpine following behind him. her meow’s resonating throughout the home. as he pours hot water into his mug he hears the sound of the door rattling. you’re home. hurriedly, jack dips his tea bag into the mug before plucking alpine in his arms before she can get to the door before him– meaning she gets to see you first, which he was not going to let happen. with alpine safe in his arms, jack jogs his way to the main entrance, rocking on his toes like a little child. he’s excited you’re home but when is he not?

a beeping noise emits from the door and soon reveals you in your full glory, beautiful as ever. alpine meows at your arrival as a wide smile grows on jacks face “welcome home.” he welcomes in a gentle tone. the sound of his voice makes you heart warm, a voice you’ve been yearning to hear this whole day.

“stayed up again?” you implore, pulling off your shoes before walking into the threshold. approaching your lover, awaiting your warmth.

“actually i was catching up on emails n stuff, ended up losing track of time.” he reasons, excuse the same as the last. watching as you coo at alpine before taking her in your arms, purring as she get’s comfortable in your arms. jack’s heart feels full at the sight. you nod absentmindedly at his reason, walking into the kitchen. jack hasn’t given his welcome home kiss yet, huffing with a pout— unsatisfied, he follows you like alpine did him earlier.

“did you not miss me?” he whines wrapping his arms around your waist, halting your movement. you giggle at his clingy behavior melting as he presses a kiss to your lips. a content sighs leaves him— finally feeling his lips against yours after a long day. alpine meows again, ever so talkative. jack pulls away from you, leaning his cheek against the crown of your head. joking about alpine always ruining the mood. basking in the comforting silence and alpines purrs, forgeting about the tea sitting on the counter— gradually getting cold.

“you don’t always have to wait up for me, you know.” looking up at him, taking in his features- counting over the freckles that adorn his face. a face you’d never tire of. eyes full of love and appriciation jack almost melts at the sight of you looking at you, almost falling in love with you over again. a loving smile adorns his face, a hand brushing hair out of your face. he replies,

“i’d always wait for you my love, you know that.”

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[dem-obscure-imagines]

The Happily Ever After

Steve Harrington x Reader x Eddie Munson

Just the Three of Us | Relocated | What We Were Waiting For

Fandom: Stranger Things

Prompt: “Here’s my proposition; What you receive: all of my love and affection + a cake of your choosing. What I receive: part four of just the three of us. Pretty solid deal I think.”

Note: I do indeed think that’s a pretty solid deal. I’ll take a red velvet cake if that’s cool with you. Here is the long-anticipated Part 4! Sorry it took so long, but uh…Volume 2 put a little wrench in my motivation…Love you guys lots. Take care of yourselves during these trying times.

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, swearing, poly fluff.

Word Count: 5.2k

Reader is: female, from the future

It was too early in the morning that your alarm clock rang, blaring from the nightstand somewhere behind you.

You groaned and shook your head. “What time is it?”

“It’s Ren Faire day, princess.” You felt a kiss on your nose and a warn hand on your face, opening your eyes to find Eddie’s face right in front of your own, his curly hair a messy bed head, as it usually was in the mornings.

You gasped, remembering suddenly.

“You nerds get up really early for these things, huh?” Steve chuckled, his face pressed against the back of your neck. You loved the way his voice sounded in the morning, all deep and gravely. His arm tightened a bit around your waist as he pulled you back against his chest.

“We’re dedicated to our craft, Harrington.” Eddie smirked, scooching forward and effectively trapping you in a boyfriend sandwich, his arm arcing over you to touch Steve. “And I, for one, can’t wait to see our preppy little boyfriend all dressed up today.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Steve shook his head. “I can’t believe you two talked me into this.”

“I can.” You and Eddie both said at the same time.

“Jinx.” You whispered, Eddie’s eyes gentle while they lingered on your features.

“They still do ‘jinx’ in the future?”

“They still do ‘jinx’ in the future.” You confirmed.

“Cool. Well, you jinxed me, so I think that means I owe you a kiss.”

“Those aren’t the rules I’m familiar with, Munson.” You tilted your head, an amused grin tugging at your lips.

“You know, if you wanna kiss our girlfriend, you can just say that.” Steve pushed the hair off of your neck and kissed your cheek before trailing kisses down your jaw. “Because I know I do.”

“Yeah, let’s go with that.” Eddie smirked, kissing Steve’s cheek, and then his lips before moving on to yours.

It was complex, how these little make-out sessions worked between the three of you, but you loved every minute of them. Eddie’s lips explored yours, his hand between your head and the pillow, fingers in your hair, gently scratching your scalp. Meanwhile, Steve was, no doubt, leaving a loving little bruise on your neck, his lips careful, but firm.

“I love you.” You murmured to both of them.

“I love you too.” Steve whispered behind you, sealing his words with one last kiss on your cheek.

“As do I.” Eddie kissed your nose, looking into your eyes for a long moment before finally sitting up. “Ugh, I’m so excited.”

***

“Baby, will you do my eyeliner?” Eddie asked once the three of you were relatively ready to go pick up the others for the Faire. The king of Hellfire was dressed as a warlock-leaning pirate captain. He looked very Jack Sparrow, despite the fact that Jack Sparrow did not exist yet. His costume consisted of a billowy black shirt with a deep v-neck, held loosely together at the top by thin, crisscrossed strings. As usual, his fingers were adorned with his signature rings. He had a few accessories attached to a brown leather belt that hugged his hips, and on his head, there was a wide-brimmed pirate hat to match, a few beads and gemstones attached to it that you’d helped him sew on.

“Yeah, one second.” You called over your shoulder as you adjusted Steve’s costume. You and Eddie had talked him into a ranger-esque costume, complete with a cape and a quiver full of arrows. It was notably less intricate than Eddie’s, but you were lucky to have gotten him to wear it at all. He was, however, wearing some leather archery gloves, along with a small brown satchel to put his wallet and keys in.

Meanwhile, you were dressed as an elven princess, your costume fairly simple due to the short notice and your lack of supplies from the future, but you were wearing a layered purple skirt, a peasant top, a corset, a jeweled circlet around your head, a pair of pointed ears, and, of course, one of Eddie’s rings around your finger.

Steve grinned down at you, amused, as you fiddled with the strap of his quiver, adjusting it so it sat comfortably against his back.

“How does that feel?”

“A lot better. Thank you.” Steve leaned forward and kissed your cheek. “You know, I had my doubts, but this might be fun.”

“Will be fun.” You corrected.

“You look great, Harrington.” Eddie smirked. “But I still miss that dorky little sailor costume you used to wear.”

Steve chuckled, his cheeks reddening ever so slightly. “Oh god not the sailor costume.”

You raised an eyebrow. “When did you wear a sailor costume? And follow-up question: where might I find pictures of you wearing such a costume?”

“Ugh, Munson, see what you’ve done?”

Eddie laughed maniacally. “Ah yes, all according to my evil plan.” He leaned closer to your ear and whispered, “I’ll show you later. I’ve got them tucked away somewhere safe.”

“I look forward to it.” You said, putting the finishing touches on Steve’s costume before turning your attention to Eddie, who was sitting on the couch, manspreading shamelessly, an eyeliner pencil in his outstretched hand. He gave his thigh a pat, inviting you over.

You walked over and sat in his lap, his arm wrapping around your waist to support you. You admired him for a moment, that handsome face of his.

“What?” He asked, amused, his voice little more than a whisper as his arm tightened around you slightly.

“You, Eddie Munson…are so hot.”

As soon as you said it, Eddie’s cheeks began to redden. He laughed, embarrassed. “Pfft. I don’t know about that.”

“No, no, no, she’s right.” Steve said, sitting next to Eddie on the couch. “She always is.”

“Well I can’t argue with that logic.” Eddie accepted, relaxing against the cushions, his free hand taking Steve’s.

You adjusted your position on his leg and gently took the hat off of his head, handing it to Steve. Eddie stared up at you with stars in his eyes, waiting in anticipation for you to finally put eyeliner on him.

“Close your eyes.” You murmured, and he did so. Then, carefully, you drew eyeliner onto the edge of his eyelid. “Do you want them kinda smoky, or a more solid line?”

“Smoky.” He answered, his voice quiet.

“Cool.” You nodded and gently smudged the line with your pinkie finger, giving him a smokier look. Then, you repeated on the other eye. “Now look up.”

He tilted his head back.

You giggled. “No, like, open your eyes and look up with them.”

“Oh.” Eddie opened his eyes and then looked up at the ceiling.

Even more carefully this time, you traced his lower lash line with the eyeliner and then smudged it expertly. His eye twitched a little bit, but for the most part, he managed to keep them steady.

“All done.” You told him, sliding the cap back onto the pencil and leaning in to kiss him.

“Lemme see.” Eddie set you in Steve’s lap and got up to look at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. “Holy shit!” He emerged wearing a brilliant smile. “Princess, this looks awesome. Thanks.”

“Any time.” You smiled, an arm draped around Steve’s shoulders.

Steve guided your face to his, kissing you softly. You reached up and cupped his cheek with your hand, keeping him close as his lips explored yours.

“I love you,” he whispered it like he was telling you a little secret, his brown eyes incredibly warm, sparkling as he admired you in your costume.

“I love you too.” You replied, going in for another quick kiss before getting up off of his lap and getting the rest of your things together.

Sometimes, you looked at your boyfriends, really looked at them and remembered where you were, when you were. Today, you were in 1986, all dressed up for a Renaissance Faire. A few months ago, this would have been little more than a distant daydream, a passing thought, and now it was your daily reality.

“You okay?” Eddie waved a hand in front of your face when he noticed you zone out.

“I’m fine.” You nodded, taking a step closer and wrapping an arm around his torso while Steve draped an arm over the both of you. “Great, actually. I’ve got my boys, we’ve got some great costumes, and we’re going to have an awesome time.”

Steve grinned and kissed your forehead. “Couldn’t have said it better myself.”

***

The three of you picked up Robin, Dustin, and Nancy, planning to meet the rest of the group at the faire grounds.

“Cool costume, (Y/N).” Dustin complimented. He was wearing some Paladin gear that looked like he had made it himself.

“Thank you!” You smiled. “I usually go as a tiefling rogue, but all my ren gear is in the future, so…starting from scratch, I suppose.”

“Babe, what’s a tiefling?” Eddie asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

You paused for a long moment. “Are…are tieflings not in DnD yet?” You asked, dumbfounded.

“They’re from DnD?” Dustin asked. “Oh my god, I love when you talk about future stuff. What are they like?”

“They’re like…demon people, kind of. Cool demon features, red skin, horns, that sort of stuff. They’re insanely popular in every DnD group I’ve ever played in.”

“That sounds fucking awesome.” Eddie grinned, taking your hand. “Do you know when they pop up?”

“No clue. But I guess it has to be sometime between now and fifth edition.”

“FIFTH EDITION?!” Dustin asked, his eyes just about bulging out of his head. “Holy shit!”

You chuckled, shrugging. “Yeah.”

Nancy watched you, her big blue eyes curious. She was also wearing a princess costume, but hers leaned more fairy-inspired than yours did, complete with a flower crown and brighter pastel colors. Robin, who was dressed in a Robin Hood-inspired outfit, had helped Nancy with hers, too.

“What’s it like?” She asked quietly.

“What’s what like?” You asked, sitting on the bench seat in the front of the car, crammed quite comfortably between Steve, who was driving, and Eddie, whose fingers were drumming a steady rhythm against your thigh.

“You don’t have to answer this, but…isn’t it weird being here?”

“Oh.” You thought for a long moment. “Well yeah, sometimes. Every time I almost get used to things, I find out something else I’m used to having won’t be invented until like the nineties or something. And that’s…tricky, I guess. But I love it here. And you guys are all great and super nice. I’ve got a great support system here.” You squeezed Steve’s hand and he squeezed it right back. “And besides, pretty much everyone from my generation idolizes the 1980s.”

“This is news.” Steve raised an eyebrow, looking at you briefly while he was stopped at a red light. “Really?”

“Yeah, definitely. A lot of people my age are obsessed with ‘80s music and the aesthetic. Some of the fashion is coming back, too. Lots of the movies are still really popular, some of them getting remakes. And also, they’re making a lot of new movies that take place in the ‘80s, too.”

“Remakes?” Robin asked.

“They made an all-girls Ghostbusters a few years back. It got a lot of hate, but I liked it. The Ninja Turtles come back around every five years or so with a new something.” You chuckled. “There’s a lot of others, too, I just can’t remember them all off the top of my head.”

“An all-girls Ghostbusters…” Robin whispered, smiling. “Awesome.”

“Hey Steve, are we almost there?” Dustin asked from the backseat.

“Almost there.” Steve nodded, putting his blinker on before taking a turn.

“I can’t wait.” Robin grinned, fixing up her makeup with a little mirror in the back seat.

“I can’t believe we’ve never been to a Renaissance Faire before.” Dustin chuckled, shaking his head. “It took your awesome girlfriend from the future to open our eyes to it.”

“You’re welcome, Henderson. Glad I could introduce you to the nerdy wonderland hiding right under your noses.” You chuckled, leaning your head against Eddie’s shoulder.

He turned his head and pressed a kiss to your hairline, and you could feel his lips curl into a smile. “Our costumes are gonna be even better and cooler next year.”

“Definitely.”

***

It didn’t take long to get the rest of the way there. The people standing at the entrance of the parking lot, which was really just a big grassy field, directed you where to park amongst the rows and rows of cars that were already there. Dustin used his walkie talkie to figure out where the others were parked, and then you all started walking towards their vehicle.

When you found them, the other half of the group were sitting in the back of a large yellow pizza van, putting on their garb as quickly as they could. You recognized pretty much everyone who was there. You’d been introduced to each of them at your birthday party do-over and they all seemed nice, as far as you could tell. The only exception was the addition of Argyle, Jonathan’s friend from California. Already you could tell he had good vibes.

“Is this the girl from the future I keep hearing about?” He asked as soon as he laid eyes on you, one of your hands in Steve’s and the other in Eddie’s.

“I’m (Y/N). You must be Argyle.”

“Nice to meet you. I think it’s super dope you have two boyfriends, by the way. I wish everyone got two soulmates. More to love, you know?”

This caused you, Eddie, and Steve to all laugh a little. You nodded. “Yeah, I think so, too. Totally lucked out with these two.”

“(Y/N), did you bring any safety pins? My zipper broke.” Will said, motioning to the back of his wizard costume, which was hanging open haphazardly.

“You seem pretty crafty; I told Will you might have some on you.” Jonathan admitted, shrugging.

“Well you were correct.” You said, opening the bag hanging at your hip and quickly producing a safety pin, carefully using it to join the ends of Will’s robe. “I can help sew a new one on later. Or I could help make you a new one. Totally up to you.”

“A new costume might be nice.” Will contemplated.

Once that was handled, Steve wrapped an arm around you, pulling you to his side and Eddie’s hand found its way into yours again, his ringed fingers lacing between your own. He pulled your hand to his lips, littering a few kisses there on the back of it.

The large hoard of nerds you’d acquired started walking towards the front gates together. Nancy handed out the tickets and made sure you each had one, and then you walked through the domed archway into what felt like another world.

Right at the entrance, there was a tall Maypole with dancers wrapping ribbons around it while music played in the background. Almost everyone you encountered was dressed up as though they were straight out of a fantasy novel. Vendors were selling food and drinks, costume pieces and ornate jewelry, homemade candles, artisan soaps, and so on and so forth.

“Holy shit…” Eddie murmured, looking around at everything.

“Hey you three.” Robin said, grabbing your attention, her Polaroid in hand. “Smile!”

She snapped a photo of the three of you, handing it to Steve once it printed out the front of her camera. He shook it idly while it developed before showing you and Eddie.

“Oh my god that’s so cute.” You smiled. “Thank you, Robin.”

“Any time.” She grinned.

Everyone kind of split off, agreeing to meet at twelve to grab something to eat together before going their separate ways. You, Steve, and Eddie stuck with the other older members of the group: Nancy, Jonathan, Argyle, and Robin.

For a while, you browsed the racks of costumes. Eddie looked at a very ornate pirate jacket while Steve tried on a few flamboyant leather hats.

“What do you think of this one?” Steve asked, raising an eyebrow playfully.

“I think you look hot in all of them, babe.” You said, walking up to him.

“Oh you think so, do you?” He grinned, hugging you to his side and pressing a kiss to your lips.

“If you want one, we’ve still got about four and a half months on my fancy card.” You reminded him.

“I don’t know what I’d do with a hat like this, princess.” He chuckled, taking it off of his head and putting it back on the rack where he’d found it. “But, uh, I think our boyfriend found something he likes.” He glanced over at Eddie, who had tried on the pirate captain coat and was admiring his reflection in the mirror.

You snuck up behind him, a mischievous look on your face, and wrapped your arms around him from behind.

“Oh! Hey.” He grinned and made eye contact with you in your reflections. “What do you think?”

“I think it suits you, Captain Munson.” You kissed his cheek. “If you want it, I’ve got my Gold Card on me.”

Eddie thought for a long time, quiet. He had that same look on his face he got every time you tried to buy him something. “You’re serious.”

“Of course I am.” You assured him.

“It’s pretty expensive.”

“I know.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. I’ve got unlimited funds for the next four-ish months. We may as well use them.”

Eddie slowly smiled, laughing a bit before meeting your eyes. “Well I can’t argue with that logic, now can I?”

You walked to the counter with him and bought the jacket before reuniting with Steve outside the stall, where he was chatting with Argyle, whose long hair was now braided with several flowers woven into it.

“Woah, cool coat!” Argyle complimented.

Eddie beamed, showing it off proudly. “It was a gift bestowed upon me by Princess (Y/N) of Hawk’s End.”

You laughed. You loved when Eddie’s DM voice came out.

“What do you think, Harrington?” Eddie did a little spin.

“I think you make one hell of a pirate captain, Ed.” Steve smirked before adding playfully, “Might even get me back in that old sailor costume.”

Eddie gasped and put his hand over his heart. “Promise?”

“We’ll see.” Steve shook his head, chuckling.

Eddie walked up to Steve, his fingers playfully hovering near his face before pulling him in for a kiss that Steve gladly reciprocated. It was adorable, how affectionate they were with each other. For both of them, touch was one of their main love languages, so physical affection was a big part of your relationship with them. Not that you minded at all. It was nice. It was nice being cared for by your two favorite people in the world.

“Now we’ve gotta find a cool new costume piece for you, big boy.” Eddie kissed Steve’s nose and Steve blushed, grinning.

“Better get looking, then.” Steve replied.

“It says on this map there’s a mead tent.” Robin read from the map she’d picked up at the gate. “And a mermaid? And a fairy garden!”

“What’s mead?” Argyle asked.

“It’s like honey-based wine. It’s pretty sweet, but they make it in a bunch of flavors and it’s pretty good.” You answered. “My favorite is blueberry mead.”

“You know a lot of things, future girl.” Argyle noted, nodding. Yeah, he was probably baked, you figured. After spending a little over a month dating Eddie, you’d recognize that smell anywhere. “Thanks for sharing your knowledge.”

You laughed. “Any time.”

“I think we should check that out.” Steve noted. “It’d give me some time to sober up before I’ve gotta drive us back.”

“You like wine?” You asked, amused.

He shrugged, smiling sheepishly. “On occasion.”

“No wonder Dustin calls you Mom.” Eddie joked, giving Steve an affectionate nudge.

“Well I wanna go see the mermaid.” Robin said. “Looks like the mead tent is on the way.”

“Perfect.” Steve took your hand in one and Eddie’s in the other, starting to lead the rest of the group over to the mead tent.

***

By the time lunch rolled around and you joined up with the kids again, you were still a little buzzed from the mead tent.

“Woah, Eddie, cool coat!” Dustin complimented.

“Doesn’t he look great? A total pirate captain.” Steve grinned, his arms wrapping around Eddie’s waist from behind and kissing him on the cheek.

“Are you…drunk?” Dustin asked, his eyes narrowing at you and Steve slightly.

You giggled. “A little. We found a mead tent.”

“They’re both lightweights.” Eddie whispered very loudly, earning an elbow to the chest. “They’ll sober up once we get some food in ‘em, though.”

“What’s mead?” Mike asked, holding hands with Eleven.

“The nectar of the gods, brochacho.” Argyle declared. “I have been changed at this Renaissance Festival.”

Once you all caught up with each other and shared the things you had found, the rest of you started browsing the food stalls. Steve made a beeline for the giant turkey legs while you located something more palatable at one of the other storefronts.

There weren’t many places to sit and eat, so your whole group sat on the back benches at one of the live shows.

Steve held up his turkey leg proudly and took a bite, nodding immediately. “Oh yeah, that’s the stuff.”

“Can I have a bite?” Eddie asked, curious more than anything.

Steve nodded and held the leg closer to Eddie, who took a bite from it.

Eddie chuckled, shaking his head a bit as he chewed. “Yeah, I wouldn’t have finished that whole thing. That’s…a lot.”

“Yeah.” You nodded, taking a bite of your veggie burger. “I usually share one with my friends back home because it’s too much for any one of us to finish on our own. They’re good with barbeque sauce, though.”

“That’s a good idea, princess.” Steve grinned, dabbing some barbeque sauce onto it before digging in again. “You’re right. You’re always right.”

“That seems to be the pattern lately, yeah.” You chuckled.

“You want a bite?” He offered, his eyes earnest.

“Don’t mind if I do.” You took a little bite before turning your attention back to your own meal. Once you were finished eating, you looked at Steve, who still had a little barbeque sauce clinging to the corner of his lip. “Babe.”

“Hmm?” He hummed, looking over at you, oblivious.

“Come here.” You beckoned him closer and he leaned in, those gorgeous big brown eyes gazing into yours. You led his lips to yours and kissed him softly, pulling away after a few moments before telling him, “You had some BBQ on your lip.”

Steve laughed sheepishly and looked at you. “Well did you get it?”

“Yep.” You pecked his lips one more time before getting up to walk your trash to the garbage can. When you made your way back to the group, Eddie was reaching out for you, his fingers wiggling needily. You grinned and sat in his lap, his arm wrapping around you.

“Can I get a kiss even if I don’t have BBQ on my face, princess?” Eddie asked, his features mischievous.

“You can have a kiss any time you want, Captain Munson.” You tilted his chin up towards you and pressed a long kiss to his lips.

Once everyone else was finished, you all started walking around the faire once more, browsing the various stalls, shopping for odds and ends. In one of the other costume stalls, Eddie stuck a very kingly crown on Steve’s head, mostly as a joke, but the look Steve gave himself in the mirror while he was wearing it was enough to make you bust out your Gold  Card.

And then, when you all were about finished exploring, you stumbled upon a psychic’s shop. Immediately, you felt a pull you couldn’t explain.

“A psychic?” Eddie asked, reading the sign. “That’s cool.”

“I…I think I’m gonna get a reading.” You decided, walking inside, Steve and Eddie not far behind you.

Steve browsed the little crystals for sale out front while you walked to the counter and booked a reading. And as soon as the psychic was ready, she beckoned you beyond the beaded curtains to her table while Steve and Eddie waited out in the storefront for you to be done.

The psychic was an older woman, probably around fifty or sixty. She had reddish hair pulled back into a bun. Her fingers were adorned with rings and bracelets, her nails painted gold. She had a kind twinkle in her eye, like she knew things she wasn’t supposed to. Although, you supposed, that was kind of the whole point.

“So you want a stone reading today, eh?” She asked, collecting said rocks from the table’s surface. Some of them were crystals, others were bones or pieces of bones, there were a few runes, and some rocks that looked as though she’d found them outside somewhere.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“There’s some nervous energy about you, dear. Is this your first reading?”

“The first in a while.” You nodded. “I had a friend who used to do them for me before I…uh, moved.”

“Mmhmm.” She hummed, setting the pile of stones in your hands. “Breathe with me.”

You both took a deep breath together.

“And now, you can release them.” She said, motioning you for to drop the stones on the table. She looked them over for a long moment, taking in the information they gave her based on the way they fell. “You’re not from around here, are you? From quite far away. Somewhere you can’t get back to.”

“Right, yeah.” You nodded, a chill running down your spine.

“But you don’t feel lost, do you? I see a little uncertainty here, but…” She smiled softly. “Your soulmates are here.”

You smiled. “Yeah, they are.”

“They love you a lot. I can tell that much.”

“I love them a lot, too.”

She laughed. “Well that’s good.” She paused, looking over the stones. “You’re pretty financially stable now, yes?”

“Yes.” You nodded.

“I’m still seeing a new job for you on the horizon, but not for a while. Maybe…a few months from now.”

You were in awe. That was when you were planning on getting a job, about a month before your Gold Card would expire.

“Let’s talk about those soulmates, shall we?”

“I’d love to.”

“Well, there’s two, for starters.” She laughed. “You’re one of the lucky ones, it seems. One of them is giving me very…paternal, protective energy. He’s…athletic. Maybe not currently, but he played sports at one point in time. He’s…he’s been hurt in the past. Someone who he really cared about betrayed him, but he doesn’t feel that way with you. It’s a different kind of fear. You got here pretty abruptly. Part of him fears you’ll…well, that you’ll disappear as quickly as you came.”

“Woah…”

“You won’t.” She reassured you quickly. “We’ll…we’ll get there, though. Now the other one, he’s something else, isn’t he? I’m getting some strong musical abilities here. He’s a bit of a rebel, an outsider. He has tattoos, yes?”

“Yeah.” You chuckled. “Plenty of them.”

“Thought so. He’s very creative, though. An impressive storyteller. He treats you well. They both do. There is, however, something they’ve been keeping from you. It will come up in due time, but just know that they’ve been waiting to tell you for a reason.”

“Okay.”

“And don’t push them. It’s nothing that directly affects you, rather, something in their past.” She paused, taking a breath and looking into your eyes. “Speaking of pasts…I didn’t think you’d recognize me, and it’s alright that you don’t, (Y/N), but there’s a reason you came into my stall today.”

Your heart raced and you stared at her, waiting for the recognition to kick in. And then, all at once, it hit you. “Oh my god, Iris?”

“In the flesh.” She smiled, reaching for your hand, which you gladly gave her, tears welling in your eyes.

“What are you—how are you—?”

“A few months after you vanished on your twenty-first birthday, I vanished on mine. Went back to the 1950s to live with my soulmate, Lydia. She’s running the register out front.” She told you, chuckling softly and shaking her head. “I always knew you’d gone off to 1986 but it snuck up on me after all these years.”

“How did you know? What did they tell you?”

“The Commission told all of us, your friends, where you’d gone and why, told us not to make too much of a fuss about it, but it was hard to just move on like nothing had happened.” She teared up a little. “I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you too.” You both stood up and walked into each other’s arms, crying.

“I know you’re still afraid you’ll wake up back home, that all of this will be a dream, but it’s not. You and your soulmates are going to live happily ever after. You’re going to put down roots together, start your new life here. I know you’re going to be so happy with them for years and years and years. And every once in a while, you better come visit me.”

“Oh I will. I promise.”

“Good. Now, how would you feel about introducing me to these boys of yours?”

***

Iris, unsurprisingly, got on with Steve and Eddie very well. She trusted them with you. And now, she knew you were in good hands.

It had been a weird and wonderful day, and now, you and the rest of the group were heading towards the car to go back home. On the way there, though, you pulled Steve and Eddie aside for a second.

“Steve, Iris…told me you’re…she said you’re scared that I’m gonna…disappear.” You told him, causing him to stop in his tracks. You and Eddie stopped walking too, standing under the canopy of trees arching above you as people in Renaissance garb passed you.

“Well, w-well yeah, it’s always kinda…in the back of my mind.” Steve admitted, taking your hand and fiddling with your fingers. “I don’t know, I just…everything is so perfect and I’m just afraid that one morning I’ll wake up and…”

“Hey, look at me.” You said softly, reaching up to touch his cheek, tilting his face towards yours. “I’m not going anywhere. I promise.” You felt tears brimming in your eyes and reached for Eddie’s hand with your free one. “I…honestly, I was kind of afraid of that, too. But…Iris said that’s nothing to worry about. When I came here, it was a one-way trip.” You looked at Eddie, who was in tears, too. “You’re both stuck with me, alright? Forever.”

“P-promise?” Eddie asked, a lump in his throat.

“Promise.” You whispered, a tear slipping down your cheek, only to be wiped away by Steve’s thumb, his warm hand cupping your face. He pulled you against him, tugging Eddie closer with his other arm, the three of you huddling there together on the dirt path in your Ren gear, holding each other close.

And little did you know Robin was a little ways up the path, snapping yet another picture of the three of you with her Polaroid.

Part 5?

[fayesia]

~nsfw alphabet headcanons~

Oliver Quick

a/n: Hii, it’s my first time doing one of these so hopefully it’s not too bad let me know if there’s any other characters you would like me to write about!!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Oliver would be so infatuated with you that he’d clean you up, kiss your forehead and hold you as you sleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Oliver’s penis is his favourite *cough* i’m sure we all know he would be proud of it but he also loves his back and chest to be touched during sex, light caresses or even your nails scratching him. Oliver loves your ass, he would just hold on to it even slap it during sex, the soft supple skin against his fingertips drives him mad.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

Oliver loves to cum on your face or ass, the idea of seeing you covered by him and becoming a total mess has him becoming hard all over again.

D = Dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

Oliver has secretly watched you before you were both together as your hand glides between your legs and you let out the sweetest noises.

E = Experience (how experienced are they?)

Oliver’s first time would be with you, but it would also be yours. Meaning the sex is gentle, clumsy but overall meaningful.

F = Favorite position

Like previously stated Oliver is an ass guy meaning his favourite is definitely doggy style, he loves being able to see your ass bounce against him and then pulling out and releasing his cum all over you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous?)

Oliver wouldn’t be too serious but rather more focused on pleasing you than anything else.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they?)

He’s definitely not fully shaven but still keeps himself neat, he would listen to your preferences before changing anything since he doesn’t really care too much.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment?)

Oliver is obsessed with you so providing you with pleasure is something he thrives off of. Every movement every action is acted out so meticulously that you keep coming back to him no matter what. So it’s at a high 99.99%

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Oliver has watched you masturbate many time before and he would jerk himself off at the same time but now that he’s finally with you there’s less of a need for that since you both have sex on the regular as college students.

K = Kink(s)

This one shouldn’t come as a big shock but voyeurism. Oliver just can’t help himself and god does he love it. watching you in the shower with the door slightly ajar, seeing you through a window changing. At some point you found out…but you didn’t stop him.

L = Location (favorite places to do it)

Literally anywhere. He would take you in front of everyone if he could just to show that you’re his and he’s yours.

M = Motivation (turn ons)

When you whisper into his ear or stare lovingly into his eyes, even when you reapply your lip gloss and all he can think about is having your prefect lips wrapped around his cock.

N = No (turn offs)

Nothing really, i mean we all saw the movie right??

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving)

Oliver would eat you out all day every day, on your period or not he is feasting on every crevice of you. As long as your comfortable with it he is grinding his hips against the mattress as his mouth is latched onto your pussy like it’s the last meal of his life, while his perfect blue eyes stare up at you more lovingly than ever.

P = Pace (are they fast or slow, sensual or rough)

Oliver would wanna spend as much time being as close as possible with you so even if he does have rough sex he’s gonna make it last.

Q = Quickie (do they like them, how often do they do them)

He would love them. Anyplace anytime as long as you’re also ok with it.

R = Risk (do they like risky sex)

Oliver wouldn’t really care if you both got caught so risky sex isn’t a no from him.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Oliver’s stamina is off the charts. He could have rounds all throughout the night until you’re a whimpering mess absolutely dumb from his cock.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them on a partner or themselves?)

He would want the whole focus to be on him and when you both have sex there’s barely a need for any additional stimulation.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oliver loves to have you begging for him, to know that you’re yearning for him, to fulfil your needs.

V = Volume (how loud they are during intimacy)

Oliver would love to voice out during sex through moans and when he’s really into it he’d make the most feral noises.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

stepbrother!oliver would always be spying on you around the house, watching you get off through ajar doors and finding anyway he can be around you, anyway that he can have you sat on his cock with your cute pyjama shorts caught around your ankles while he fills you with his cum.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

…i think we’ve ALL seen what’s going on under those clothes tbh.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He’s not always horny but when you rile him up knowingly or unknowingly you’re in for a wild ride.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards?)

Oliver would spend a lot of time bathing in his accomplishment of all the things he’s done with you. You would definitely fall asleep before him.

~unedited~

[sinner-sunflower]

P.2 HH Lucifer-centric AU 18/?

STORY 1, PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 14.5, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22, PART 23, PART 24, PART 25, PART 26

Update: There will be a change in the chapter upload schedule. New chapters here will be posted MWF starting this week so next update will be on Friday. While TTh are days for me to rewrite and post story 1 chapters on ao3.

Thank you for your understanding <3

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Adam is actually adjusting rather well in Hell which, honestly, baffled Charlie and the others. Lucifer not so much because he's pretty sure Adam was not meant for Heaven but they didn't wanna embarrass themselves by having the first human soul fall in Hell.

And they say Lucifer's the prideful one.

Sure, the dickhead bitches and complains but he deduced the guy would do it regardless of where he was. He always thought that Adam was a lazy ass son of a bitch who's all dick and no brains; like one of those jock characters from Charlie's DVD collection.

Maybe that's why he's adjusting so well. His attitude is very on brand for Hell.

Still doesn't explain this, though.

Lucifer: How are you so good at this? I thought you said you hated it.

Adam: I said I hated it not that I'm shit at it. Besides, who the fuck loves doing paperwork?

Today, Lucifer is at the palace catching up on centuries worth of documents that he missed during this 'me-time'. The Sins initially offered to take over so that he could rest but he insists on doing it himself. He feels bad about relying on the Sins too much every time there's a problem. He's supposed to the older brother! The-uh- King of Hell! And what King can't even do simple paperwork?

Apparently he is, because he and Adam have been at this for days now and the pile just never seem to lessen. He's beginning to think someone has cursed him to be stuck here forever.

Speaking of Adam, Lucifer won't admit it to his face but the other has been a very big help; like they're actually making progress and none of the work is half-assed too.

He can't help but look on in wonder at how the first man is just zooming through the endless papers.

Adam: Oi. I know I'm a fine piece of art but can you stop lookin' at me like that? Take a picture, it'll last longer.

Lucifer: I just can't get my head around all this.

Adam: What's not to get, bruh? You know I'm good at everything; even the boring shit. I handle Sera's when she's too busy doing fuck knows too, you know!

Lucifer: Excuse- what?! You handled Sera's documents?? And she didn't stop you the first time???

Adam: Okay- why the fuck are you acting like that's such a shock?

Lucifer: Helloooooo it's freakin' Sera? It's you? I just-

Lucifer makes an exaggerated gesture of scratching his head in mock confusion.

Lucifer: -is she out of her mind? Did she suffer some form of brain damage?

Adam: Okay, look. You are making this into a way bigger deal than it needs to be, I don't pry into your stupid skills and insecurities.

Lucifer: Bitch, you literally do that all the time!

It was nice, in a weird way, how they're bantering. It almost reminds Lucifer of the first days he came to Eden; how Lilith and Adam pretended for a bit to get along for him.

As an angel, he was taught to see the good in everything. After all, everything was made by Father's hand so why would they be anything less than good and perfect?

They say that God is omnipotent and all-knowing, so he often wonders if his Father intentionally made the humans that way. Still does not explain why he would cast him out when the mistake was in his Father's hands.

Because.

Adam was fun until he said something about Lilith. Adam was fine until he acts like a 'man'. Adam was a friend until he wasn't.

Eden was one hell of a reality check. Pun intended.

Man, was pre-humanity Heaven always been cult-like?

Adam: Bro, how bout you shut up and let me do the work you've forced upon me. And why are you here anyway? I thought you live at that hotel now.

Lucifer: Oh? Would you rather do the work there? I have to warn you; Nifty goes in and out of rooms as she pleases to clean so-

Adam: Ah!!!! Don't say that name!

Lucifer: What? Afraid she's gonna come out of the mirror like some sort of Bloody Mary?

Adam bearing his teeth at him like a wild animal is a funny sight to see but then a got a very genius idea, a literal lightbulb turned on above his head.

Lucifer: Nifty...

Sensing what Lucifer is doing, Adam scrambles up and charges at him. Lucifer dodged him with ease and flies high above the room away from prying hands.

Lucifer: Niftyyyyy~

Adam: Lucifer, stop that shit!

Lucifer: Niffffffffffffffty-

Nifty: Hey guys!

The scream the two let out at the sudden voice were embarrassingly high enough to be mistaken for a teenage girl's.

Adam: WHAT THE FUCK?!

Lucifer: Jesus Christ!

Despite the panic in front of her, the little cyclops just smiled on.

Lucifer: Nifty, what in the world are you doing here?

Adam: Get that thing away from me!

Lucifer: Oh don't be such a baby, it's just Nifty.

Adam: You screamed too, asshole!

He gave Adam a wave to say 'whatever' and turns back to Nifty who has her eyes locked on the panicking demon behind him.

Maybe he should let her have at it at him just a little.

Nifty: I'd love to start a goat collection hehe~

Okay, nevermind. With Adam's surprising skills at organization, he can't afford to die yet until he finishes Lucifer's paperwork.

Lucifer: Uh Nifty, my question?

Nifty: Yes, roach queen?

Lucifer: Roach what? You know what, don't answer that. I asked why are you here.

Nifty: Oh! Miss Charlie is calling for you. Seems pretty urgent.

Lucifer: Did something happen at the hotel?

Nifty: Not really!

Lucifer: So?? What is it???

Nifty: Have you been outside at all, Mr. King?

Lucifer: Well no. We've been holled up all day doing this-

He vaguely gestures to the mess of his office.

Lucifer: And I put up a sound barrier so we wouldn't get distracted. I've also turned off my phone sooooooooOHHHH my god!

What the shit?? 666 missed calls??? Most of them are from Charlie.

Nifty: Said that no one could reach you. The others are trying to calm the panic cause most of the icky demons went straight into the hotel. I wanted to stab them but Miss Charlie told me to just come here and get you!

Probably to prevent bloodshed. His daughter is so smart but-

Lucifer: What actually is happening, Nifty?

Nifty: Oh! The sky is falling!

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Sorry if it's a bit short but I just wanted to write AdamsApple banter and a bit of introspective.

Also, is that a chicken little reference???

Kudos to you if you saw that Spring Broken reference (arguably my fave Helluva Boss episode all because of the creative insults)

[imaginesbymonika]

Buzz cut season.

Part 1, previous chapter here

Summary: Sam looses his hair and his siblings can't help but make jokes about it.

Warnings: humor, siblings being siblings, mentions of violence later on), mentions of a dead mother and cat, mentioning of self destructive behavior

Pairings: Sam and Dean Winchester x younger sister! reader, Castiel x Winchester!reader (platonic)

A/N: This fanfiction is based on THIS post made by @myfandomhell <3

"Well, Sammy. There's no need to lie about it.", Dean speaks, while leaning back in his chair. He is sitting in front of his brother in the library of the bunker. On the table are multiple piles of ancient books about witchcraft and mysticism, however, Dean chooses to ignore them:" After all those years of begging you, I am actually very happy that you listened to my advice. You do look much better like this. Even though, I probably wouldn't have cut it this short, just-."

Sam closes his eyes and rubs the bridge of his nose in pure frustration. After all, this has been going on for three days now. He takes another book into his hands and sighs:" I really don’t know how many times I have to tell you that I didn’t do it."

“Didn’t do what?”, Y/N who wanders into the room tilts her head, she places her pink “best sister in the whole world” mug on the table before sitting down next to Dean. He scoffs and playfully nudges her arm:” Our drill Sergeant over there claims that he didn’t cut his hair.”

It takes her a few seconds, but eventually, her carefree smile begins to turn into an irritated one: "W-What?" Dean, who didn't catch his sister's change of expression chuckles as if it's the funniest thing in the whole world:" I know, right?" Y/N clenches her jaw before she stands up again. She steps over to one of the large bookshelves and scans the old (and occasionally dusty) books. A few seconds later she pulls one out and opens it up. Her y/e/ced eyes skip over the chapters rather nervously.

"What's wrong?", Dean asks, still grinning from ear to ear as he takes a sip of his beer. However, when the huntress doesn't respond he turns around. "Y/N?", Sam shuts his laptop and blinks in bewilderment:" What are you looking for?"

His sister looks up, a worried look on her face:" You promise that you didn't simply cut your hair?" The younger Winchester wrinkles his forehead while letting out a breathless chuckle:" Hold on a second, Y/N, what-." "I need you to promise me?" "I promise." There is something flashing up in her eyes, that tells him this situation just took a dark turn.

Y/N takes a deep breath before nearly slamming the book on the table. The two brothers move closer towards it and for a few seconds they simply stare at the brownish paper, before looking back up. "What…what are we looking at?", Dean asks, while scratching his temple, his green eyes move back towards the pages. Y/N's right index finger finds its way to the little caricature:" This!" "And that's…?"

"Two days ago, while I was reading the newspaper I happened to stumble across an article about some guy who needed to be institutionalized after he started ripping off his own skin. He claimed, that a little goblin-like creature took his late mother's gold necklace.", Y/N explains:" I thought it was funny, you know. Small Goblins, taking people's prized possessions." She clears her throat:" Anyway. Yesterday, I read another article. A woman started to cut her arm off, declaring that she couldn't care less about her limbs after a small green creature grabbed her cat's ashes. She had to be institutionalized as well."

"So what? How does that have anything to do with me?", Sam asks and Y/N runs a hand through her hair. "Well.", she starts and sits down:" I looked into it, and turns out this little goblin actually exists. It's Irish folklore, and the opposite of that whole "golden pot at the end of the rainbow" myth. They're called "Cavecrackler". They primarily come during the night and steal something that's very meaningful to the individual in order to kind of bond with the victim. And then…"

Y/N stops talking and bites her lips. "Then what?", Dean asks, while Sam's eyes move down to the page. They widen as soon as he reads the last paragraph:" They slowly steal their souls."

[bigfootsmom]

my love, might i request 12. ‘you could say I’m fond of you.’ 🥺🍄 👑

“Eddie, save yourself. Go home,” Buck urges, but it comes out as nothing more than a hoarse whisper. 

It immediately sends him into a coughing fit, the air rattling painfully in his chest as he hacks into a fist. He grimaces, throat feeling raw like sandpaper was dragged over it. 

The bed dips as Eddie sits on the edge, a sympathetic frown on his face as he smoothes Buck’s curls back from where they’ve stuck to his sweaty forehead. Despite his warning, Buck can’t help the way his body naturally moves towards Eddie, curling around him and seeking the comfort of his warmth. 

“I’m not gonna leave you like this, babe.” Eddie keeps pushing his fingers through Buck’s curls. They’re probably sweaty and gross — Buck can’t remember the last time he showered, but it feels nice and he finds himself relaxing into the gentle scratch of Eddie’s nails over his scalp. 

Sniffling, Buck grimaces when he feels a glob of mucus slide down the back of his throat. His already queasy stomach flips and Buck waits with bated breath to see if he’s going to have to throw the covers off and rush for the bathroom. But his stomach settles again, leaving him sagging back against his pillows. 

“But I don’t want you to get sick too.” Buck turns his head, looking up at Eddie and dislodging his hand from Buck’s hair. He mourns the loss of contact, but tries not to let it show. 

There’s an ache deep in his bones that has left him feeling exhausted down to his core. He feels gross and miserable — skin covered in layers of fresh and stale sweat. His fever broke during the night, but he can still feel the tacky marks of fever-induced tears drying on his cheeks and in the corner of his eyes, the saltiness clinging to his lashes. The last thing he wants is to be left alone, something in his chest feeling hollow — an echo chamber for the creeping loneliness and vulnerability he always feels when he’s sick. But he wants Eddie to get sick even less than he wants to be alone. Buck would hate himself if he was the reason Eddie felt even a fraction of how awful he feels now. 

“Pretty sure I was the one that got you sick,” Eddie murmurs, resuming his gentle petting over Buck’s hair. “Remember? Chris came home with that bug from school— had me in bed for two days.” 

Buck hums a noncommittal response, pulling away from Eddie when it triggers another coughing fit. Eddie holds him through it, a big hand curled around Buck’s ribs to keep him from folding in too far on himself and disappearing. When the coughing subsides it leaves Buck feeling completely drained, even more exhausted than before which seems impossible. 

“Well, if it’s your fault—” Buck doesn’t miss the way Eddie flinches at that and he rushes to try and erase the worried crease from between Eddie’s brows. “I know how you can make it up to me.” 

“How is that?” 

“Come cuddle, I’m cold.” Buck tiredly pats at the empty expanse of bed next to him, waggling his eyebrows to try and draw a smile from his boyfriend. 

Eddie takes a moment, looking like he’s actually deliberating about what to do. For a split second Buck worries Eddie is actually going to say no, his sick brain irrational and panicked. But Eddie turns to Buck, face breaking into that sun warm smile of his. 

“I guess I could do that for you,” Eddie sighs, sounding put upon. But he’s already shuffling out of his shirt, his shoes getting kicked off and closely followed by his socks and jeans. 

When he crawls under the covers, Buck greedily chases after all the warm skin, tucking his hands against Eddie’s chest. Eddie flinches at the chilly touch but quickly engulfs Buck in his arms. 

“Jesus, Buck — you’re freezing.” 

Shoving his cold nose into the hollow of Eddie’s throat, Buck hums, “Yeah, and you’re so warm.” 

“Oh, I see how it is.” Buck can feel the rumble of Eddie’s voice more than he hears it with the way he’s wrapped up in him. “You just want me around to be your personal furnace,” Eddie says with mock offense. 

“You’re a great furnace. But, I guess I’m pretty fond of you as a person.” 

Eddie’s arms tighten around him. “You could say I’m fond of you too.” 

Buck smiles, craning his neck to look at Eddie. “Even when I’m all sick and gross?” 

“Even when you’re all sick and gross,” Eddie says easily, pressing a kiss to the crown of Buck’s head.

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