#okay not like. wrapped wrapped around the neck obvs that’s too threatening

[ms-poltergeist]

If we have to wait for the last finale for Luz’s palisman I’ll be so upset. I need it to hatch early second special, the bond between a witch and their palisman is so important!!!!! It would suck if they hatched just to get Luz out of a sticky situation and then we never see them bond. I need to see Luz and her palisman being besties I need them to do that cute thing where it makes snakebat sounds at her and she understands it perfectly I need her to have it wrapped around her arm and stick out it’s forked tongue in affection I am so desperate for luz/palisman bonding. Dana I’m on my hands and knees

[sad-darksoul]

I LIKE IT LIKE THAT || CONNIE SPRINGER HEAD CANON

nsfw 18+

(not so much tho)

a/n: it took me way too long to find a gif of connie. obv i don’t own the gifs. i’m new to writing fanfic on tumblr so please bare with me😬 hope u enjoy

Connie hasn't been in a relationship. AT ALL. you're his first and longest relationship. two months in. he doesn't want you to know that. he's a little bit embarrassed about it. especially when jean and eren bring it up on a daily basis in their shared living room.

"you sure you want to get into a relationship connie??? you're out of practice. " eren teases

"he has no practice eren. jerking urself doesn't count" Jean laughs

connie huffs. they're right. how can connie pleasure you if he's never experienced any type of intimacy with anyone? no romantic or sexual intimacy.

sure you guys have had some moments but connie’s afraid it isn’t enough. he really liked you and doesn’t want to mess it up.

ignoring eren and jean, connie pulls out his phone to text you. you guys have been texting a lot, so those nerves have subsided.

he stares at his phone, he might not get nervous but he does hesitates to text you cuz he doesnt want to say the wrong thing.

connie blushes. eren and jean could make fun of him all they want, he’s the one that has a girlfriend!

“later losers, i have a date to get ready for.” he flicks them off and heads upstairs. has to make sure he looks presentable. maybe even edible😝

around 7:30pm, you texted connie that you were ready. he grins with excitement. he can’t wait to see his fav girl.

he looks himself over in the mirror one more time before he heads out. some baggy but not too baggy jeans, a plain white t-shirt and a jean jacket you got him randomly.

weather was fairly nice for the night he had planned. he wanted to take u to the local fair. ride some rides. especially the ferris wheel. he wanted to experience what he’s seen in movies. couples looking into each others soul at the top as the world faded.

connie gives himself a thumbs up and heads out.

connie gets in his car and drives to ur place. he got there right on time. he walks up to ur door and sends u a message that he’s arrived.

poor connie is hoping and praying that everything goes smoothly. he so deep into his worrisome thoughts that he doesn’t hear the door open.

“CONNIE!!” he snaps out of his thoughts and is met with you and ur brother porco. both you have a concerned look.

connie’s face turns bright red. he scratches the back of neck with embarrassment “s-sorry just spaced out a little. you let out a little giggle and shyly smile at him. you stand on ur tippy toes to give him a quick peck on the cheek “it’s okay. it happens”

porco scoffs “you better have her come before midnight. you hear me springer??” you roll ur eyes. porco swears he threatening. “yes porco he gets it. goodbye” you say dragging connie to his car.

“MIDNIGHT CHILDREN” “GOSH WE GET IT”

connie laughs at the banter between you and ur brother. he always finds it entertaining. “something funny springer??” you turn to him.

connie can’t help but admire you. ur outfit fitting u so well. he’s so lucky. “no sweetheart. just admiring my beautiful girlfriend” you blush. his hands find their way onto ur hips, pulling you closer to him.

you stare up at him, slightly turned on. you wrap ur arms around his neck and bring down to you to connect lips.

connie backs you u up again this car a little to hard that the car beeps. you pull away from each other. both a mess from one another.

“i guess we should get going right?” connie questions. damn you really wanted to continue making out with him. hoping that it would lead to something more.

you bite ur lip and stare him. ur way to turned on to go anywhere anymore. you sigh and decide to be truthful to him.

“connie hun, i’m very horny. the only place i wanna go is down town into ur pants!” connie’s jaw drops. shock written on his face.

you smile wide at him “we could do it in ur car. i’ve always wanted to do it in a car” u rub his arm “away from here tho” you say looking back at ur house making ur porco wasn’t looking.

connie is there trying to process everything. here he thought he had to plan out a romantic date to make some intimacy happen but who knew a small make out session would get the job done.

connie grabs you, opens the door to his car and shoves you in it. quickly making his away to the driver side. you watch and laugh as he gets into the car.

“i think i might a know a place that’ll give us the privacy we need!”

“onward springer!”

yea connie is make u his forever.

a/n: sorry if this was bad. lol i’m trying to write out my delulu thoughts🤣

[joonessence]

The compliment // jjk

summary: When Jungkook remembers a passing comment you made about one of his friends, he makes sure you’ve learned your lesson.

wc: 2.9+k

tags: smut, pwp, kinda possessive/ jealous jk, dirty talk, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (obv stay safe guys), slightly dom!jk, praise kink, jk calls oc baby an insane amount, fluff at the end though, hmm i think that’s it?

notes: this is a part 2 for this but it can be read alone, also there’s like a year time jump between pt 1 and 2 so if i turn this into a series i’ll order them in the series masterlist in chronological order soon

Maybe it’s all the blood rushing to your head, but you’re positive you didn’t hear Jungkook correctly. It’s one of the rare days that you and your boyfriend have a day off. Normally, one of you would have come up with a way to spend your time together but after that time Jungkook tried taking you to the park and ended up pushing you just a little too hard off the swing (your unripped jeans became ripped jeans that day), you mutually decided that the plan-making responsibility, minus the times he planned dates, would fall to you. Today, you felt like doing absolutely nothing, leading to you and Jungkook laying on his bed with both of your feet resting on the wall behind it. You’d spent more than an hour like this before Jungkook asked you something that had you wracking your brain in search of a memory of what he mentioned.

You turn your head to look at him, incredulously. He’s still looking up at the ceiling with a growing smile on his face.

“Do I remember what?” you ask as you sit up, half expecting Jungkook to take back his statement and say it was all a joke.

“I said, do you remember when you called Namjoon the buff one? Before we started dating?” At this point, his smile looks like it’s taken up more than half his face. Why is he smiling when he’s asking if you remember complimenting someone else? Seeing the prolonged, baffled look on your face he sits up too and reaches for his phone.

“I’ll show you, I think I can still find the message,” Jungkook’s got this determined look on his face while scrolling through thousands of your texts throughout the last year. When you met him over a year ago, Jungkook instantly made you lose your breath. What really surprised you is that he still had the ability to do so, with his twinkling eyes and too bright smile. You were stuck for good, but you don’t mind; you actually preferred it. Jungkook lets out a triumphant noise, signaling to you that he’s found what he’s looking for, and he reads it out to you.

“Here it is, and I quote, ‘I was just wondering if you could tell your tall buff band member that I liked his voice.’ It’s right here!” Jungkook looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to confess your sins.

It takes everything inside you to not burst into laughter. Of course, the second Jungkook started reciting your message, you remembered it. You recalled testing the waters, to see if Jungkook would give you any sort of reaction and you also recalled thinking it was hilarious. God, you were so funny.

“Oh, I remember that, why are you asking?” you wonder, suddenly curious as to why he would bring it up so long after the fact.

“I just remembered it randomly, it’s so funny that you lied to try to get me to be jealous,” Jungkook states.

All in under a second, you decide to play along.

“Lied? Babe, what are you talking about?” you put on your best confused face to sell the act. You’re praying Jungkook falls for it.

He cocks his head to the side and looks puzzled for just a moment before he lets out a huff, “I know what you were trying to do, you lied and used Namjoon to get me jealous. I’m big enough to admit that it worked. You got me.”

You almost feel bad for what you’re doing. “I mean, yeah, that’s what I was doing but I wasn’t lying about Namjoon,” you trail off, quietly.

You can feel Jungkook’s fists clench on the mattress and you look up to see his eyes hardened. You’ve come to learn that Jungkook doesn’t like sharing much and definitely hates sharing attention from you. Jungkook is scooting towards you. He’s towering over you, making you feel small, his jaw clenched as he looks down at you.

“Since when have you thought that about him,” Jungkook spits out ‘him’ like he can’t speak Namjoon’s name anymore.

Your gaze falls as you hesitate to speak, considering calling the whole thing off, but you’re a beat too late. Jungkook’s thumb finds your chin and tilts your head up, forcing you to look at him.

“I was just kidding, Kookie. You know I only have eyes for you,” you gulp, nervously.

Jungkook scoffs, as if he doesn’t believe you, and then smirks. You already know what you’re in for.

“How about you try to prove it and if I believe you, you’ll get something in return,” Jungkook’s words flow out so smoothly that you’re already crawling down the bed.

When you muster up the courage to look up at Jungkook, he’s positioned himself with his back against the headboard. He sends you a questioning look, silently asking if this is okay, and when you nod, he’s smiling at you with that too bright smile, like he’s already forgiven your transgressions. You’re climbing into his lap to straddle him and before either of you can say anything, Jungkook pushes your head down, your lips meeting his. Jungkook’s hand slides over your cheek to your jaw to pry it open, his tongue slipping in and meeting yours. Underwear already soaking, you shift on Jungkook’s lap to find some relief, which you find only for a moment before he removes his hand from your jaw and places it on your hip to still your movements.

“I thought I said you’d get something in return only if I believed you,” Jungkook says with a smirk.

You let out a whine, this is so unfair, and Jungkook laughs, “Don’t complain, baby, you did this to yourself.”

A huff escapes past your lips before Jungkook is pulling you down again, this time towards his neck. You kiss his searing skin, the spot under his ear, then his jaw, and trail down the column of his neck. Jungkook’s letting out little grunts to encourage you to keep going. You lower your hands to the hem of his shirt to lift it up and pull it over his shoulders. You continue kissing down his chest and look up, anxious to get Jungkook’s approval. By the way his face is flushed, you know you’ve already got it. You get to the band of his sweatpants and leave light kisses, the kind that almost tickle.

“Don’t try teasing, baby, I won’t let it slide,” Jungkook states in a dominating tone.

You nod briefly and slide the sweats down. Jungkook’s cock, already hard, slaps his stomach. You let out a giggle, another thing you’ve learned: your Jungkook never wears underwear when he doesn’t have to. Your laughter dissipates quickly when you spot the curve of his cock, it always makes your mouth water and right now is no different. Jungkook moves his hand from the mattress to the side of your head, pushing your hair out of your eyes. You make an appreciative noise before grabbing the base of his cock and leaning over it to release a trail of spit, connecting him to your lips.

Jungkook’s breathy grunts let you know you’re doing something right when you move your hand up and down the length of his cock. You poke your tongue out to lick your lips and Jungkook groans.

“If you take any longer, I swear I’ll make you take care of yourself,” Jungkook threatens.

With that horrible thought in mind, you lean forward and place small kisses up the side of his cock, skin so hot you feel like it could burn you. You swirl your tongue around the angry, red tip and Jungkook’s hands find a place in your hair. Opening your mouth, you wrap your lips and the tip and suck, using the hand that’s not steadying yourself on Jungkook’s thigh to slide up and down the rest of his cock. 

“That’s it baby, look so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” Jungkook praises, “Let’s see if you can fit some more in that pretty mouth, hmm?”

You try to nod without moving too much and continue sliding down, tongue rubbing against the thick vein on the underside. Jungkook’s cock feels heavy on your tongue, the way you like it. You get halfway before you hollow your cheeks. When you look up, Jungkook’s head is thrown back, his hair framing his face. Your heart swells at the sight for two reasons. 1. You love Jungkook so much and 2. Jungkook looks so good when you’re making him feel good, you make it your mission to have him always looking like this. 

Gripping your hair, Jungkook pulls you up, off his cock. You’re confused for a second before he explains.

“Are you gonna let me fuck your mouth, baby?” Jungkook’s tone is strong but his eyes give him away, he wants you to say yes so bad.

You nod your head and place your palms on his thighs to steady yourself before opening your mouth and taking his tip back in. You look at Jungkook to let him know you’re ready. Jungkook’s breath is shaky as he puts his hands back in your hair and starts to thrust into your mouth.

“Oh fuck, f-fuck that’s so good, baby,” Jungkook’s tip reaches the back of your throat. Your eyes are tearing up. “Take some more, baby.”

You try to slack your jaw to take more of Jungkook. Underwear beyond soaked, you straddle one of Jungkook’s legs and press your core down on it. The pressure is tamed by your shorts but it’s enough for now. Letting Jungkook thrust forcefully into your mouth, you circle your hips on his leg, moaning around his cock at the feeling of your sticky underwear against your skin. 

“Namjoon’s cock wouldn’t look as good in your mouth, hmm, baby?” Jungkook lets out between groans. You look up at him and nod, eagerly. When Jungkook catches sight of your gyrating hips, he shoves you off his cock and sits up, chest to chest with you.

“Didn’t you hear me the first two times? What makes you think you can use my leg?” Jungkook looks angry now.

“I-I’m sorry, I can’t help it.”

Jungkook’s frown grows into a smirk. He’s got something planned.

“You want it that bad, hmm?” Jungkook fakes concern, “Beg.”

This was new for Jungkook, not that you minded. He looks at you with real concern this time, afraid he’s overstepped his boundaries.

“Jungkook, please, I need something, please, Jungkook, please help me,” you plead, repeatedly. If he doesn’t touch you, you think you could die.

“Good girl, baby. Come here,” He lays back down and motions you to come up.

His lips clash against yours in a messy kiss. His hands slide over your shoulders and down to your waist, pushing down your shorts. You wiggle out of them and place your legs on either side of Jungkook, his hands instantly finding your hips and pushing them down against him. His cock is hard against your clothed pussy, rubbing up and down providing relieving friction for you both. You moan, aching for something.

“Lay down,” Jungkook mumbles against your mouth.

He flips you over on your back and leaves wet kisses down your neck. With your help, your shirt comes off and right away his hands find your breasts, massaging and kneading. He’s kissing around one nipple while his hand is tugging on the other. It’s a little rough but Jungkook knows you like it like that. You moan loudly, unable to keep it in and Jungkook is smirking against your nipple.

“Namjoon wouldn’t have you making those noises, right, baby?”

You nod, hoping and praying that eventually Jungkook will move his hand towards your pussy. Instead, Jungkook shakes his head and tuts. 

“Not good enough, gotta say it,” Jungkook looks smug now.

Normally, you would show some resistance to Jungkook’s inflated ego but right now that issue pales in comparison to how badly you need him to touch you. 

“Namjoon can’t, he couldn’t, just you. It’s just you, Kookie,” you babble. 

Satisfied, Jungkook kisses down your stomach, his tongue tracing the sensitive parts above the waistband of your underwear, your body is second nature to Jungkook. With his fingers hooked onto the sides, he drags your underwear down your legs, slowly, not wanting to give into you just yet. His hands come back up your legs and push them open to reveal your dripping pussy. He squeezes the flesh of your thighs and leaves open-mouthed kisses on the insides. Your hole clenches around nothing, as if trying to tempt Jungkook into giving it a taste. 

“Such a pretty pussy, baby, so wet for me,” Jungkook says and you bask in the glory that is another praise from Jungkook. 

Finally, Jungkook’s fingers trail from your thigh to the puffy lips of your core and spread them open to see your swollen clit. Jungkook sighs like it’s the most beautiful sight he’s ever witnessed, he makes you feel like it really is. He blows warm air and the contrast between it and the cool air of the room makes you tremble. In a swift movement, Jungkook is pushing forward and leaving a wet kiss on your clit.

“Oh m-my god, Jungkook, please, keep going,” you beg him, but it’s your idea this time.

Pleased, Jungkook rewards you and licks a fat stripe from your hole back up to your clit before stuffing you full of his tongue. Your legs try to shut around his head, but Jungkook pushes them back open and circles his arms around the backs of them to keep them in place. His thumb moves to press down on your clit and circle around it. Your hips buck involuntarily into Jungkook’s face and he groans out like he welcomes it. Jungkook circles his lips around your clit and sucks while prodding your hole with two fingers.

“You look so good, so good for me only,” Jungkook asserts.

“Only for you Jungkook, no one else,” you breathe out, surprised you can even make out the words.

Jungkook’s fingers slide in smoothly, you’re unable to keep your mouth shut, going from letting out high pitched whines to begging Jungkook to keep going. Your hands shoot to his hair, pulling it the way you know Jungkook likes. His fingers move in and out with a purpose while his tongue rubs over your clit. Legs shaking and the feeling of release nearing, you tug on his hair and remove him from your core.

“Kookie, I-I can’t, I’ll come if you keep going,” you say breathlessly, hoping he gets the message.

“Fuck, okay, baby.”

He leaves one last kiss on your clit before he’s moving up to kiss you. You moan at the taste of yourself on his lips. Jungkook takes hold of his cock and rubs the tip against your swollen lips.

“Look how wet you are, just soaking for me,” Jungkook’s in awe.

Jungkook finally pushes himself past the tight ring of muscle. Both letting out a sigh, you revel in the way he stretches you out so good. Jungkook thrusts hard into you and you let out a whine- turned moan.

“You take me so well, baby, so perfect. Namjoon can’t make you feel the way I do, hmm?”

“F-faster, Kookie, p-please, I’m so close,” you say, feeling your stomach tightening.

Jungkook listens and throws your legs over his shoulders, at this new angle you can feel every vein, every ridge of his cock. Moans are spilling out of both of you at an uncontrollable rate.

“F-fuck, say it, say I’m the only one that can make you feel like this, can make you come like this,” Jungkook pants out between thrusts.

“It’s only you Jungkook, just you, no one else, I love you, Kookie,” you ramble on, almost to tears.

Jungkook lurches forward to press his lips to yours. His hand, between your sweaty bodies, travels down to circle around your clit, bringing you closer to the edge.

“I love you, baby,” Jungkook mumbles on your lips, unwilling to move his lips from yours for just a second. 

Jungkook’s thrusts are becoming more sporadic, and he brings his free hand down onto the pillow, beside your head for balance, you can tell he’s close. You squeeze your eyes shut, feeling your release coming any moment now.

“Open your eyes, baby, look at me when you come,” Jungkook says and who are you to refuse?

Your hand reaches up to grab his hand, the one on the pillow, as you come. Your legs shake and your lips tremble as moans tumble from your mouth. With a few more thrusts, Jungkook is covering your fluttering walls with his warm come. Jungkook removes himself from inside you and lays beside you, both trying to catch your breaths. His breathing still hasn’t returned to normal when he turns and looks at you.

“I feel kinda bad for Namjoon.” Jungkook laughs, breathlessly.

“Why are we still talking about Namjoon after all that,” you ask, almost too tired to, but you know if you don’t ask, he’ll just tell you anyway.

“Well,” Jungkook sits up with his head leaning on his hand and explains, “He doesn’t get to love you like I do. I feel bad for everyone who isn’t me because they don’t have you like I do.”

It’s so true, it’s only Jungkook who can make you feel the way he does.

[diavolosthots]

I adore your work and I am so happy I caught you open request it's my first time! May I please request something with Diavolo handling his human exchange student being a kid who is like 6 who is convinced that Diavolo os their dad and clings to him crying when someone tries to take them away because they don't want to loose their dad scared of being alone again? 100000% platonic obvs. It just sounds cute and sad because Dia could probably relate to the poor kid and I'm a sucker for soft dia and found family stuff. As per your rules that I hope I'm getting right with mc being a kid being okay I want you to know this is not and oc just a basic sad little kid with family issues. Just don't want you to think it is when I swear ots not because of how detailed I felt I was giving. Sorry for rambling I really admire you and your skill and just am so nervous making a request.

Your rambling got cuter and cuter and I couldn't help myself from smiling. Yes this is okay and yes you've read the rules right :)

You're Not Not My Dad (DIAVOLO X GN!PLATONIC!CHILD!READER)

For a task he trusted the eldest with, he certainly didn’t think Lucifer would decide to let a literal child enter the Devildom. “Lord Diavolo, I swear I had no clue! On the paper it said 26, not 6!” Sure enough; a quick glance at the paper and it indeed said ‘age: 26’ and yet here they are, which a barely functioning human in a world they can’t even comprehend. “We can’t keep them here, under any circumstance.” Another quick glance at the child in front of him and then the pure fear they had in their eyes when they saw the rest of the demons in the room put Diavolo in a tough spot. “I will take them home immediately.” But the minute Lucifer tried to reach out for you, you jumped up and ran to Diavolo, clinging onto his pant leg and hiding behind him, “don’t let him take me, daddy!” Diavolo’s whole body stiffened at the name, “Daddy? I’m not your father.” But you would have none of it, still clinging to him and actually screaming out when Barbatos tried to pry you off. “It’s okay Barbatos, I’ll just take them.” He mainly said that because your screaming was unbearable but when he leaned down to pick you up so he could take you back, you had tears streaming down your cheeks and he hates admitting that it actually broke his heart, “why are you crying little one?” “Because the bad men want to take me away from you, daddy.” You snuggled into him, wrapping your arms around his neck and clinging to him for dear life, and for once in his own life, Diavolo wasn’t quite sure on what to do. 

That was a couple months ago. No matter how many times he tried to take you back home, you’d find a way to cling to him, kicking and screaming for him to not leave you too, so he decided to keep you, at least for a little while. He made sure to remind you every day that he was certainly not your father, but you never believed him so he gave up at some point and decided to just have a serious talk with you when you’re older and more willing to listen and comprehend. “Daddy!” Sadly, having you around also meant that he barely had time to get enough things done and Barbatos was constantly running after you and not getting things done, either. Speaking of Barbatos, he’s still salty about the time you decided to bite his tail and has made it a point to never be in his demon form around you. “My Lord, I’m so sorry, I can’t seem to keep (Y/N) occupied.”

In all honesty, Diavolo’s eye was twitching because this is the third meeting you decided to interrupt, not this week, but today alone. “(Y/N). Please listen to Barbatos.” You climbed up in his chair, sitting proudly and taking random papers from his desk, pretending to read them, “vetoed! Trashed! Wait… this one looks cool, it has a seal on it!” Diavolo snatched that one from you so fast, you could’ve thought it was just your imagination, “(Y/N), are you listening to me? I said you ha--!” “Daddy look, if you take two pens and hold it up, it looks like Barbatos has horns!” Barbatos was also getting mildly irritated but he was trying so hard to keep his calm. “(Y/N), why don’t you listen to Lord Diavolo? I’m sure he’ll be more than happy to play with you at the en--!” “Look Daddy, I’m wearing your coat!” You seemed so happy, so full of life and as much as it inconvenienced him right now, Diavolo couldn’t bring himself to get stern with you, and he didn’t have to. “(Y/N)! Listen to what people are telling you!” Because it was Barbatos who lost his cool, and apparently also his manners. 

The loud sound of his voice along with the fact that his smile dropped to a glare had the whole room silent. Even Lucifer who was part of the meeting, managed to stand at attention. No one remembers the last time Barbatos lost his patience and all of them wondered if he ever lost his patience before this, but that’s not the issue now. Your lip was quivering, tears threatening to spill over as small sobs escaped your mouth, “no…” Diavolo knew what would be next and he doesn’t have the heart or the time for it. “Ssh.. It’s okay, come here. Daddy’s got you.” He quickly picks you up, holding you against his chest and stroking through your hair lovingly, trying to keep you from screaming out. A crying you was a very loud you and he’s trying to save everyone’s ears from that spiel. “Barbatos, take Lucifer and leave, please.” The butler, as much as he wanted to just yank the kid back to human realm, could do nothing but nod, his usual smile returning to his face as he bowed, “of course, My Lord.” He waited until Lucifer went ahead of him, following suit and then closing the door behind him. 

Diavolo let out a long sigh, seating himself back in his chair and then propping you up in his lap. He pulled you back far enough to look at you, golden eyes soft while one of his hands continued to stroke through your hair, “he didn’t mean it, but he does have a point. You can’t keep interrupting me all the time, (Y/N).” You brought one of your hands up to wipe some of the tears before leaning back against him, burying your chest in his face, “b-but…. I just want to spend time with you, Daddy…” Another sigh escaped Diavolo as his mind raced to find solutions, turning left to right in his chair kind of in a rocking motion as he did so. “I know that, but I have things I need to get done before I can have fun time with you.” Diavolo rested his cheek against your head, staring at the paperwork on his desk and then at the sealed piece of paper that he took from you earlier.

“What if… when I don’t have a meeting, what if I set up a small desk for you right here, right beside mine, and we can work together, hm? How does that sound?” Your head immediately lifted off of his shoulder, a wide smile evident on your lips and Diavolo felt his heart settle with content at the sight, “yes! I want that, Daddy! And then you and I can rule together!” Diavolo laughed softly, shaking his head, “hm… we’ll see about that. You have to promise me you’ll listen to Barbatos though AND you have to leave when I have meetings, okay?” You nodded, holding up your tiny pinky, “pinky promise!” which Diavolo gladly wrapped around his before kissing it softly, turning you back around in his lap so you can watch him go through some paperwork. Part of him just hopes you’ll find this boring and leave, but a tiny, other part of him hopes you’ll stick around for a little while longer.

You may not be his child, but you’ve grown on him, and at this point, he’d do anything for you so as long as it didn’t put the Devildom in danger. He loves you, as if you were his own.

[belamourelysianlimerence]

.....Okay, fuck it.

SFW Alphabet

Frank - David Bedella ver.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Frank is veeerry affectionate. Not just sexually. Though sex is his obv. Fav., he appreciates and enjoys being intimate without sex. Wrapping his arms around your waist, from behind, lazily laying on the sofa or in bed. However, his fav. No sex intimate act, is just lying in bed with you both naked.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Frank can make friends easily, if he finds you interesting, or you make him laugh. He loves having what us humans call 'a day with the girls'. Going to the mall is the best activity for him. Window shopping, getting and giving opinions, food court, people watching. He loves it.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

😏 come on, now... Yes, he loves to cuddle. He'll suffocate you.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Frank doesn't necessarily want to be completely domestic. He doesn't want to give up the life he has, but he will adjust things for you if you ask. Monogamy, wearing more appropriate clothing... at least in public to not embarrass you. He likes a clean and organized space, but doesn't like to clean himself. So, if you clean his bedroom and tell him where his stuff is, he'll do his best to keep things where they belong, but if he has a drama mama episode, things will be thrown. Cooking... he'll attempt it. As long as you help him. He's fond of baking.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Depends on the partner, but if it was a good relationship and something just got in the way and you couldn't be together anymore, he'd be very sad, mumbly, hoping you'd understand, still wanting to be your friend if you're okay with it.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Again, depends. He'd probably need to know at least one of your biggest and most vulnerable secrets first. So, think how long that would take you to trust him with that enough to tell him. He's not too fond with the idea of marriage, but the AESTHETIC!? BOY'S GOT A PINTEREST BOARD!! MULTIPLE!!! Who wouldn't love a big party!? If he trusts you and knows for a fact that you trust him, he would definitely want to ask you. But, it would be more casual.

IE: You both in bed reading or scrolling on phones.

F:".....Would you marry me?"

Y:"What..?"

F:"Don't be so serious about it..... but would you...? Am I.. the marrying kind?"

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He can be brutal both ways... he can also be feather light. He's got a big range, so he can easily adjust to what you need.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

See A.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He would probably say it all the time in a joking way. The first time he'd ever mean it with deep seeded emotion would either be a few months before asking to marry you, or on your wedding day.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

If you make sure he knows you're his, he won't look twice at someone flirting with you. He trusts you. But, if it's earlier in your relationship or if the flirter is going overboard, he will definitely step in and become incredibly threatening to the flirter.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Kisses are a wide range.

In general, quick pecks on the shoulder or back of neck at the ends of sentences,

softer kisses come out around sleepy times,

deep kisses are for those oh so special moments like after care or just before getting hot and heavy as well as moments when you have to secure his emotions ie: he's sad or hurt about something. Deep kisses are like magical emotion stabilizers.

Passionate kisses are for sex or proving a point like in front of flirters etc.

And sloppy kisses are reserved for specific. parts. of the body....😉😉

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He has a love hate relationship with kids. Depends on their age, how messy they get. He'll hold a newborn about once. Any age that poops or pukes or cries with insanity, he doesn't want around him. But, if left alone with a toddler, even if he doesn't like it. He has a soft spot for them. Commenting how they're "kinda cute" or how they got screwed with their name and what he would have named them.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He's a sleepy boy. Must kiss multiple times to wake. If you make him breakfast in bed on days that that isn't a usual activity, ie: birthdays, valentines etc, he finds it so romantic and gushes about how you didn't need to do that. Sometimes, he'll have you help him get dressed and sometimes he'll offer to dress you. Giggles insue from clothing complications.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

We already talked a bit about how he is in a bed, but I'll add some stuff.

He likes being held. Head on your chest, snuggling his face into your neck, soft hums of contentment. He'll also hold you if you want, of course. He likes playing with your hair and rubbing your back.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Some things he will blurt out inappropriately. He's not afraid of being who he is, but he does have some secrets that will take a while for him to confess.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

....I mean... either watch the film or check J

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He will forget stuff, he can't help it. But, if it has to do with the two of you combined, like an anniversary, he will remember that... maybe not the exact day, but he'll hit close to the date. One thing he'll never forget though, is your birthday. That mischievous vex is gonna give you big birthday surprises every year. He may not remember everything that you like, but he will ask. "Oh, these flowers are pretty. You like daffodils, right?"

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

It's a tie between 3.5

1. Your first kiss

2. Marrying you

3. Your first time

.5 Birth of your first baby (if you want kids, that's why .5)

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Frank can be protective but can also be a big scaredy cat, it depends on what's happening.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

If you ask him to do the dishes, it will take a while for that to register in his brain to actually do it. Coaxing is a treat. If you kiss his neck and sweetly ask him to do it, he will. Smirking, cause he knows he's been duped. "You're such a bitch".😏

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He smokes and drinks socially, but will do so at home sometimes. You wouldn't mind unless he goes for drink when he's angry. Angry & drunk Frank isn't fun Frank.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He's very body positive. He does not care what shape, size, or color you are. He wants you to embrace yourself. Yes, he likes toned bodies, but he finds all bodies beautiful.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He might insist that he's okay with you not there, and that's partially true. He'll manage for a few days, but then start to worry, get needy, become depressed, miss you a lot, lots of phone calls and texts.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

(I got nothing. Feel free to comment something.)

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Judgemental, Close minded Snobs.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He always needs to be touching you. Even if it's just his pinky on the back of your wrist. He needs to know you're there.

[moved2smediumsmeatbae]

Rained Out

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

WORDS: 1023

A/N: Just a little drabble. I really enjoyed writing this! I’m thinking about making it into a series if y’all like it enough. If you do enjoy, please feel free to like, comment, or send me a message. I love hearing from you. :) 

Also, please do not post/copy this anywhere else without my permission. Reblogs are okay (obvs.)

WARNINGS: very small hint at sexuality. Other than that cutesy fluffy fluff.  

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The first droplet of rain was felt on your arm about an hour or so after Chris and you set up the tent for your three day camping trip. The weather had promised beautiful crystal blue skies and mild weather all weekend. You sigh and look up at the sky, slightly worried. It was grey, and getting more angry looking with each passing of the clouds. 

You didn’t want to be a bummer and bring this up. How could you say anything? After all, Chris had been so excited to take you on a trip with Dodger and him. His eyes lit up, talking about how he had the perfect spot for the both of you: a little camp site in the middle of nowhere that only he knew about. It was located in the Appalachian mountains, about 2 hours outside of Boston, where his home was. You two could go up there, hike a bit, cuddle beside a roaring fire, roast some marshmallows, drink some bourbon, and let your inner animal loose. The offer was too good to pass up. However… Those clouds threatened to ruin a perfectly good evening of debauchery.

“Chris...?” You asked hesitantly. 

“Yeah.” He called back distracted, fiddling with the makeshift grill setup you all were using for dinner. It was essentially a grate that went over the fire but archaic as it seemed, Chris boasted that you were in for a treat. 

“I think it’s going to rain.” You call back, wrapping your arms around you and looking up at the sky.

“Nah, it’ll be fine, babe.” He said reassuringly, waving his arm to you nonchalantly. He was busy untangling a rope of some kind but looked up for a second to flash you a smile. “It’s probably just some light sprinkles. I checked the weather report before we left. We should be good.”

You raised an eyebrow and frowned slightly as another droplet landed on your cheek. You raised a hand and wiped it off, inspecting that yes, it indeed was rain. Dodger, who had been banished from “helping” Chris earlier in the day, came up beside you with the same skeptical expression.

“I guess we’ll see, huh Dodge.” you muttered and smiled while you scratched behind the pup’s ear. Dodger nudged his side up to you and licked your hand in agreement.  

Coming out here with Chris was like getting to see another side to him. The outdoors was his sanctuary, his temple. Before he met you, he used to go on long camping trips alone, just Dodger and he; a man and his dog traversing the rugged and dangerous outdoors alone. However, lately he started asking you if you wanted to come along and you felt special that you got to be part of his secret world. He became a different person. He was able to clear his head without the pressures of Hollywood, or his publicist, or his manager, or going to a huge interview junket that left him totally wiped by the end of the day. You loved seeing that side of him: how relaxed he was, how normal he was, how much less anxious. He was just “Chris your boyfriend”, not “Chris the mega movie star”. 

“What, ya don’t believe me?” He scoffed, his Boston accent slipping out a little more. He put down what he was doing and moved over to you with a big grin on his face. “I’ll have you know I’m highly skilled at these kinda things.”

You rolled your eyes and grinned back up on him, giving him a playful slap on the shoulder. Moving further toward you, he put his strong arms around your waist and pulled you to meet him, kissing you lightly, his soft beard tickling the bottom of your lip. You blushed and giggled slightly as he pulled away, his vibrant blue eyes looked down at you and a small chuckle escaped his lips. He looked so adorable when he laughed. His eyes and nose crinkled a bit and his boyish smile melted you where you stood like ice cream on a hot summer's day.  You slipped your arms onto his broad shoulders and around his neck and kissed him back. He pulled you even closer and moved his hands down, finding your butt. He gave it a playful slap which elicited a small 'yip' from you, making him giggle into the kiss you two were sharing. 

It was then that the rain decided to show up. It came down in what seemed like sheets. You broke the kiss, ducking under Chris' jaw in a lame attempt to cover yourself and let out a small shriek. Chris, however, started laughing so hard at the irony that, in a classic Chris move, placed his hand on his chest. It wasn't long before you were laughing as well, giving him all the expression in your eyes you could muster in the rain that said: "I told you so, you big dork." He grabbed your hand and you both made a break for the tent. Dodger came trailing behind the both of you.  No sooner had you two gotten in the tent and closed the flap, but Dodger decided to shake all the water off of him in the tent instead of waiting for a towel. “Nooo. Hahaha… no. Dodger!” Chris laughed and tried to protect you from the droplets that came from his coat. Chris got him settled down and you two took refuge on the inflated mattress, looking out at the rain from the little window in the tent. 

“Well" Chris sighed, "it may not be dry anymore in here, but hey. At least it’s cozy.” Chris smiled, putting his hand on the small of your back and started moving up slowly. The warm sensation of his hands moving up your cool, damp back sent you shivering against him. 

“We should probably get these clothes off so they can dry.” You smiled and breathed out as he began using broad, light circles across your whole back. 

“Let me help you.” Chris agreed huskily as he pulled your body under him and kissed you. 

[mldrgrl]

Prompt (because you do them best): Mulder sits across Scully and Jerse in the bar in Philly, seeing their interaction and confronts her after she gets the tattoo. OR continuation of the resignation letter prompt (I sent that one too!), Scully in a bar with a different guy (and no tattoo, obvs). Thanks!

Anon, since you gave me my choice of prompts, I chose to continue with the Resignation Letter (which in my mind I titled Almost)  This is set after Agua Mala and before Monday.

The Sword of Damocles

Being attacked by a sea monster wasn’t really a great way to start off a week, but for Mulder, it wasn’t the worst thing to have happened.  The uncomfortable itch associated with the inflamed impressions of a noose of tentacles around his neck had nothing on the emotional gut punch of finding Scully’s resignation letter in her satchel just before they left for Florida.  He tried not to think about it, and a sea monster plus a hurricane plus an irate pregnant woman were great distractions, but that letter never left his mind.  It loomed over him like a dark cloud, like the proverbial other shoe about to drop, like the sword of Damocles threatening to end everything.  It didn’t feel like an ‘if’ anymore, it felt like a ‘when.’

Back in the office, Mulder watched Scully like a hawk, and though he could tell it was getting on her nerves, he couldn’t stop.  He looked for opportunities to try to bring up the letter, but he didn’t know how to do it without also giving himself away.  He’d been snooping through her satchel, and though he felt it was justified, he also knew if she had a shred of trust left in him, it was tenuous at best, and he couldn’t risk betraying it, even if he felt like he was losing his damn mind.

“Stop scratching,” Scully ordered without even looking up from her computer.

“What do you have eyes in the back of your head?” Mulder asked, tugging at the gauze around his neck to get some relief.  “I’m not.”

“I can see you in my monitor.”

He paused, two fingers deep into the gauze wrap, and looked for the reflection of her glasses on her computer screen.  Her eyes bounced up to his and then back on her report.  He dropped his hand down to his desk and picked up a pencil to tap his blotter with the eraser end.

“I think I’m going to cut out early,” he said.

“Make sure you use the anti-itch cream the hospital gave you.  Have a nice weekend.”

Mulder stopped tapping his pencil and frowned.  So that’s how things were going to be now?  Normally, Scully was more solicitous when he had an injury, wanting to check that it was healing properly before she sent him on his way.  Sometimes she even made house calls if she felt they were warranted.  

Feeling slighted, he made a dramatic production of getting ready to leave.  He closed down every program on his computer with a forcible click of his mouse and then subtly turned the volume up all the way so that the shut down chime blasted out of the speakers.  He saw Scully’s shoulders jump and he could swear she shot him a nasty glare in the reflection off the monitor.  He straightened his files, something he’d never done before, by shuffling them together and then loudly bouncing them off the desk into a straight pile.  Finally, he pulled his jacket on with a sigh and kicked his chair into the space under his desk.

“Okay,” he said.  “I’m off.”

“Mulder?” she asked, scribbling notes in a red pen on notepad.

“Yeah?”

“The budget meeting is on Monday.  Don’t forget to turn in the receipts for the expense report.”

“I thought you had them.”

“Not the hotel and the car.”

“Hm.”

“Just bring them in on Monday.”

“If I can find them.”  

He waited for her to sigh, to drop her pen, to call him an irresponsible moron who can’t hold onto a receipt, but she didn’t look up.  Dejected, he walked out of the office and punched the call button for the elevator a little too hard.  He didn’t feel like going home right away, more like wallowing in his misery, so he headed for the lobby and not the parking garage.  He hadn’t been to The Headless Woman in awhile and if any week called for a few drinks, this week did.

He was two beers and one shot in when Scully walked in, laughing, a strange man behind her with his hand on her shoulder.  Mulder slunk down in his booth and watched them split off from each other, Scully heading towards the tables and the man heading towards the bar.  From his position, Mulder could hear him order a Shiner Bock and a Stella Artois.  He knew the Shiner was Scully’s drink, and apparently so did the stranger.  As if his day couldn’t get any worse, now he had to watch his partner on a date with some stocky He-Man who looked like he was a star wrestler in high school.  This sandy-haired jockstrap was so not who he imagined was Scully’s type at all.

Mulder sulked into his beer.  Every so often he would be blindsided by a reminder that Scully had a life separate from him, as impossible as it was for him to imagine, which in turn reminded him that she didn’t have the life she deserved.  It wasn’t fair how much he needed her; needed her science and her rationality and her criticism and her tethering of him when he went too far.  He needed her like air, but she didn’t need him at all and he didn’t have anything to offer in return except grief.  If he were a better man, he’d submit her resignation himself, but he’s not a better man.  He’s a needy, selfish bastard who’d let his best friend waste the best years of her life to spare himself the heartache.

Feeling himself begin to tear up, Mulder muttered a curse under his breath and then downed the rest of his beer in one gulp.  He wiped his eyes against his shoulders, one at a time, and then grabbed his suit jacket from the hook next to his booth and shrugged it on.  He settled his tab at the bar as discreetly as possible, keeping his head low to avoid being noticed.  On his way out though, he couldn’t resist taking a glance in Scully’s direction and he thought he saw her meet his eye, but she turned to her companion and he pushed through the door without another look back.

He was half-way down the block when he heard her calling and he stopped, cringing a little before he turned around.  She was hugging herself and rubbing her hands up and down her arms.  It was cold out and she hadn’t stopped to put her jacket on before chasing him out the door.  He wanted to offer her his jacket, but he curled his hands into fists in his pockets and stared at her instead.

“What’re you doing?” she asked.

“Needed to unwind,” he answered.  “Now, I’m heading home.”

“Come back inside.”  She threw a glance over her shoulder.  “I want you to meet Charlie.”

“Charlie?  Your brother?”

“He called right after you left.  He’s passing through town and has a flight to Thailand in a few hours, but thought we could meet for a drink.”

“Oh.”  Mulder felt relieved to find out that the beefy hulk inside was Scully’s brother, which didn’t make much sense to him.  Sure, he was jealous, but only because she was spending time with someone else that wasn’t him.  That’s all it was.  Jealous of her time.

“It’s cold.  Come on.”

“I can’t.”

“But-”

“Have a good night.”  He turned to leave, but didn’t walk away.

“Mulder?”

He could take his moody ass back inside and have a stilted and awkward conversation with another Scully brother that was bound to hate him.  Or, he could tell her right then and there that he knew about the letter.  He could tell her she should go, walk away from him while she still could; be a doctor, a sister, a daughter, a…lover.  Or, he could say nothing and push her away with silence, which is what he did.

“Mulder!  Hey!”

“I can’t, Scully,” he whispered into the cold air.  “I can’t.”

It wasn’t a matter of if, it was when.

The End

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mama

jim hopper x reader

requested:   Could I request a Jim Hopper x reader where they're making a meal for themselves and Jane but while she's not home so maybe a lot of cutesy (or some hotness) haha   Can I request a Jim Hopper x reader where the reader is from Hawkins and she comes back after having previously moved away. One day reader’s walking the town just getting used to it again and she gets mildly harassed (nothing sexual) just a dude who won’t leave her alone, and Jim’s driving by and he stops (b/c he’s chief obvs). He deals with the situation and reader recognizes him and remembers when she had a crush on him in high school and realizes she still very much loves him. FLUFF basically

word count: 2063

warnings: cuteness, my own twist, spoilers (duh, watch all nine episodes before you read, kiddos!)

a/n: okay so this was a double request! i decided to take out two requests in one go and I’m pretty cool with how this turned out. side note to everyone else who is waiting; ive been sick! with the flu! so its been taking longer since I need rest and I have to catch up on work. yall understand. anyways, hope you like it!

November, Hawkins, Indiana, 1984

The bench was cold underneath your jeans as you scribbled in your notebook, trying to find all the details of what exactly had changed in your hometown since you’ve been gone.  You left after high school to attend college in New York and since being back, things haven’t changed. That was a lie. A lot had changed. But nothing people could explicitly see with a passing eye.  Small details. Stop signs were changed. They were a brighter red now. Store names had improved logos, some shops had moved locations, there were new employees, new people and the high school got new bleachers, also changing their location.  You sighed and noticed the bar across the street. Checking your watch, it was noon and you decided you could go for something to eat. Getting up, you walked to the other side of the street, stopping before you could head in making sure you had your wallet and money inside.  That’s when you heard honking. “Hey, beautiful!” 

A voice shouted after you. You turned around to see a car that had just parked outside the bar and a man, about twenty five, probably, climbing out of it. You rolled your eyes, though subtly. You weren’t big on confrontation with strangers.  “Yes?” You questioned, trying to sound annoyed. The man feigned hurt and put his hands up with a mock frown on his face after shutting his car door. “Hey, hey, hey, why the attitude? No need for that, I’m just trying to get to know you. How come I’ve never seen you before?” He asked, a toothpick you noticed, hanging out of his smirk-ridden mouth. You nearly glared.  “I just moved back into town. I went to high school here and the reason you don’t know who I am is because, well, how old are you? Twenty six?” You asked, putting your wallet back into your back, your face scrunched up, eyes squinting and lips pressed into a line.  “Twenty eight, baby.” He smiled and pressed an arm next to your head on the concrete outside the bar wall. You did roll your eyes obviously this time. “Right, well, the reason you’ve never seen me is because I was turning ten when you were coming out of your, probably now severely disappointed mother's vagina, now if you’ll excuse me, I’m here to get some food and leave so please, leave me alone.” You ranted and his smirk dropped, but not before his hand did.  His other arm came up and entrapped you, pressed against the wall. You frantically looked around. The streets had barely any foot traffic.  “I said, there’s no need for attitude.” The man said, threatening your personal space. Who were you kidding? He threatened your personal space when he parked ten feet in front of you.

 “Get away from me.” You tried. “Yeah?” He taunted. “Now, why would I do that?” He asked with an ugly grin on his face.

 You barely heard the door chime and a hand landed on the man’s shoulder. “Because the Sheriff’s here, now you heard her. Back away and go on with your day unless you want a VIP trip to the station.” A second man’s deep voice sounded behind him. The man backed away, looking at. . . Jim Hopper with a look that screamed, ‘her loss’, before climbing back into his car and driving away.  You sighed in relief. “Jim? Is that really you?” You inspected the man’s face more and you nodded. It was.  He took off his hat and smiled at the ground. “Yes it is, Y/N.”

You felt your heart flutter and you moved your hair behind your ear. “Feels like high school running into you.” You said meekly and felt like hitting yourself for making such an awkward comment. He nearly blushed but he settled for a chuckle. “Yeah, it sort of does, doesn’t it?” He paused. “Speaking of which, why are you back in town?” He asked.  “Missed home.” You shrugged and he nodded, looking around. “Do you have a place to stay? I can drive you home. Sorry about Joe he’s kind of the local perv now.” He apologized and you laughed. “Well, now I know who to look out for.” You smiled. “And about the place to stay. . .’

Two knocks, then one, then three. The secret code.

You smiled, wiped off your hands on your apron and opened the door. It was Hopper. You smiled and let him in.  “Now, what in the world smells so good?” He asked, stepping into the cabin, wrapping his arms around you. “Just something for dinner for you and Jane. Or Elle. I’m not quite sure what she’s comfortable with now.” You added while Hopper was kissing his way down your neck and frankly, you were only paying attention with half a brain.  It had been six months since you moved in. Six months since last November and you were well aware of the whole Upside Down situation. It comforted you knowing the whole group was looking out for you, seeing as you were the newest.

 But the hardest part of it all was moving in with Hopper and Eleven. Or Jane. You loved her. She was beautiful and smart and had amazing powers with unbelievable potential. But you were unsure on where you stood with her. You were aware of all that had happened to her real mom and you prayed that she would even accept you in a similar light.  “That is so sweet of you. And good timing. There’s a surprise tonight.” You raised your eyebrows, smirked and pressed a chaste kiss to your boyfriend’s lips before turning away and clasping your hands together. “Okay, now, I am making food so you either can help or you can get out of the kitchen.” You walked back to the kitchen where ingredients were spread across the counter that was the cleanest Hopper had ever seen it.  He gave you a look and you couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was.

“Okay. . . What are you making?” He smiled, mulling over what you had out. “Three cheese chicken pasta dish. It was originally beef but I was very skeptical on how that would come out. Now I have all the ingredients all I really need you to do is make the pasta in a boiling saucepan of water and I’ll cook the chicken and we can prepare the sauce and I’ll handle the rest. Actually,” You turned and rested your back on the edge of the sink. “While you prepare the pasta, I’ll make the table nice.” You tapped your finger to your lip and stared almost mindlessly at the kitchen table.  “Can I ask why you’re doing all this?” He asked, though careful not to sound rude. “I just want to make a good impression on Jane. She’s your daughter now. In a way, she always has been. And I know how much that means to you- to both of you. And I wanted to do one thing special for her.” You explained and he smiled. “Besides, I realized I haven’t done anything for you since you let me move in.” You gave him a sad smile before he waved you off and wrapped you in his arms.  “Ah, that’s nonsense. You know I’ve loved you since Junior year. It really only felt like a little bit of a chore.” He teased and you smacked his chest. “Hey!” You giggled. “Only kidding, dear.” He smiled and leaned in, pressing his lips to yours.    Knock knock, knock, knock knock knock. The sound burst through the barely quiet room and Hopper stopped in his tracks from pulling out the pasta. You both looked at each other.  “It’s Eleven, Mike and Dustin here to drop her off.” You heard a voice from outside and you checked the time. It was eight.  You walked over to the door and opened it, smiling at the two boys and young girl. Elle’s face brightened at the sight of you and ran in to hug you. You hugged her back and turned your attention on the boys. “Thank you so much for making sure she got here safe.” You waved as they left and shouted, “No problem, Ms. Y/L/N!”

 Elle made her way to the kitchen and saw the table set up and the dish set in the middle. “What’s this?” She asked and you smiled at her.  “Dinner.”

 Everyone had eaten and you were watching Jane finish with Hopper’s hand resting on your knee. “Was it good?” You asked Elle and she nodded. “Good. I made it for you. I hoped you would.” You smiled and Hopper had barely even noticed Eleven’s reply. “Jane.” He said, turning his attention to his daughter. “Remember what we talked about?” He asked and it took her a second, but a light bulb went off in her head and her face brightened ten times over.  “Good.” Hopper said as he rose from the table and disappeared into his room. “He’ll be back.” She explained.

You fidgeted nervously, not knowing what this was about but you did know you had alone time with Jane and wanted to get something off of your chest. “Jane?” You asked and her attention turned towards you. “Yes?” She asked. “I want you to know, I did this to make sure you like me. I know that seems weird. But I really love your dad, Hopper. I really do. And well, in turn, I love you too. I want you to know I’m not trying to be your mom, your mama, I could never replace her. Ever. And I want you to know I’m not trying to. But I do hope I can help you learn and grow in any way I can. I really hope you understand.” You ranted and it felt like a weight had been lifted. You really wanted to get all of that off your shoulders and when you looked up from fidgeting hands, you saw her smiling at you, tears brimming. You smiled too and couldn’t help but get up and hug her, in which she returned the gesture. “I love you too.” She whispered and you nearly sobbed. The sound of footsteps entering the room again made you separate and you looked up to Hopper, who was making his way back to sit down. He looked between you two, saw your crying faces and smiled. “I think it’s time for dessert. Y/N, can you get it for us?” He asked and you nodded quickly. “Of course.” You got up and turned around, making your way to the fridge, where it was cooling. You had made a plate of Eggos, bananas, and Nutella, knowing Elle would love the combination of flavors.   When you shut the refrigerator door you nearly screamed. Hopper was kneeling on one knee and Eleven was standing at his side, one arm on his shoulder.”Y/N?” He began and you felt your eyes well up again. Setting aside the dessert, you covered your mouth. “In these many months, you have been such an amazing person to have in our lives and it’s a wonder you haven’t run away.” He laughed and pulled out a box. “And really, I never thought I’d do this again. Then again, I never thought I’d have a daughter again.” Hopped turned to Elle and you swore you saw a tear. “But, it happened. And now I want her to have a proper mother. Jane and I have talked it over, and she would be more than happy for you to fill that role. I care so much about you. Always have. And in the past six months, it’s made me realize how big of an idiot I was to let you go years ago. I love you, and I don’t plan on making that mistake again.” He ranted. Pulling open the box, a ring with two intertwined diamonds were inside. “Will you marry me?” He asked and you nodded, running to hug him. “Yes.” You cried, muffled into his shoulder and you felt Jane’s arms wrap around you. It was barely quiet for a moment when you heard her whisper. “Mama.”

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