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yourlittlebunnyy · 3 months ago

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kitty cat azriel x f!reader

main masterlist - azriel masterlist

summary: meow meow meow

warnings: fluffiest fluff🥹

w/c: 1.6k

enjoy! 🐈

"i kinda want to adopt a kitty." you say out of nowhere. cassian, who was blatantly talking about some new illyrian techniques, immediately shuts up.

"woah, why? you know im allergic to those things." he says brushing off his shoulders some invisible hair, always with his theatrical behavior. you roll your eyes, faking annoyance. "dont talk like this!"

"like what?" he asks confused. your little shopping walk near to an end as you take the street that will lead you to your house.

"you're talking about kitties as they were things. like, bad things." you explain, pointing an accusatory finger at him. he shrugs his shoulders.

"look at you," he chuckles, some dimples appear on his cheeks, visible through his beard. "acting like my opinion would change yours."

you smirk, an idea popping into your mind like a blinding light that you cant ignore. "you know what? you're so right."

"told ya." he winks. "so, what now? are we going to buy a cat?" he stops walking, waiting for your answer. you dont even think twice.

minutes later, you're in front of a pet shelter. "stupid me. i would have thought id die in a battle as a warrior. turns out im gonna die because of some stupid beasts." you ignore him, deeply offended by his little comment. instead, you look at him with a glare. "what? im stating the truth!" he shrugs his shoulders once again.

the little place is cosy and filled with cute pets. as soon as you open the door, a little bell informs the owner of your presence. cassian decided to stay outside, fearing an imminent death. you find it incredibly ironic, the general of the Night Court forces, an Illyrian warrior, scared of some cute little pets.

it doesnt take you long. with the help of the sweet owner, who turns out to be a old lady, you immediately find what you were looking for. as soon as you saw her, a lovely little cat sleeping in her kennel, you knew you had to give her a home.

"found it?" cassian is on your side the moment you step out of the shelter. a smile brightens your features. "yeppy!" you exclaim, excited and incredibly proud of your choice. the little cat rests on your arms umbothered, occasionally purring when you give her some soft caresses under her neck. "isnt she just so adorable?" you squeal.

cassian looks at you, then at the animal between your arms, then at you again, a look of disgust on his face. "whatever." he says. you roll your eyes at him, this time not faking annoyance. "you're so boring." you protest. "i dont wanna see you for at least a week."

"goodbye to you too, y/n." he laughs, waving with his hand as you enter your home. "and good luck with Az."

telling your mate you adopted a cat will be a funny mission. you know he wouldnt actually be mad, but you like to play with him too much. and he, unfortunately, likes when you play with him too much.

"azzie, how mad would you be?" you're laying together on the bed, the morning sun enters the room, kissing with warmth your skin.

"depends, love. what have you done this time?" he murmurs against the skin of your neck, his face hidden in your collarbone.

"wait, why do you always assume i did something?" you complain, putting some space to look at your mate straight into his pretty hazel eyes, a dramatic look on your face.

he smirks, a relaxed yet sleepy expression painting his face into the most beautiful shade of happiness. you can only believe you reflect the same emotions on your skin. "hmm, well, then tell me what would make me mad."

he shifts, trying to reposition himself closer just like moments ago. "let's suppose i feel alone when you work." you start.

maybe the choice of words wasnt the best one, since the look on your mate's face when you said that was pure horror. "i dont mean that!"

"dont ever do that again, please, love." he whispers, pressing a kiss on your naked shoulder. you always loved moments like this, slow and full of love and softness. its a shame, really, that you have to admit this little thing to azriel. "okay, azzie." you say, placing a sweet peck on his lips.

"go ahead, then." he encourages you. you smile trying to hide the fact that you're nervous, but of course azriel can feel it. "love, are we still supposing?"

you look at him in the eyes, biting your lip. "no, i guess you were right. i did something."

"its okay." he reassures. a scarred hand gently caresses your face. "just tell me. wont be mad, i promise." his words are muffled by your own skin.

"i was feeling alone, as i said." he nods and the gesture gives you time to take a deep breath. "i know its always been you and i..."

you can literally feel his heart skip a bit, and you almost laugh. "y/n... you said-"

you force yourself to fake guilt. its true, you did something, not as horrendous as bringing a third to your lovely relationship, but this doesnt mean you cant play a little with your mate. "i know, im sorry."

this time its his turn to put some space between you two, the pure look of betrayal makes your heart clench. it doesnt last long, tho. his face quickly changes in something more raw, rage fills his eyes.

"azzie..." you try to explain.

"how can you lay on this bed?" his voice is deep, cold. you know what he's trying to do - shutting down all the emotions, playing the spymaster role. "how can you-"

"azriel." you try again. he shakes his head, moving until your bodies no longer touch. it leaves you cold, and guilt fills you head.

"i... i need a moment." he explain, even tho he doesnt owe you anything. your hearts clenches in your chest.

"let me explain." he looks at you while he gets up to find some clothes. you dont let your gaze wonder on his perfect sculpted body, instead, you hold the eye contact. "its not what you think."

"its not what i think? and what should i think?" his words are red with rage, filled with venom. "you were feeling alone, and-" at this point, you cant hold a little giggle. "oh, you're laughing, now?"

"my love, you completely misunderstood!" his forehead wrinkles with confusion. he opens his mouth, ready to speak and probably ask for a further explanation, but you dont let him.

you get up, uncaring of the state you are, naked and vulnerable, and quickly disappear behind the door of your room. you appear seconds later, a nightie covering your body and your hands hidden behind your back. "little friend." its all you say.

"y/n, you better-" you show him what you're hiding, and he stops in the middle of the sentence. you can see how quickly his expression changes, you can feel every emotion he's feeling.

the first look is surprise, then confusion, then an adorable smile adorns his pretty face, lightening his eyes with joy. "love, i thought-" a laugh interrupts him, contagious to the point you let out a little giggle too.

"surprise!" you smile, bringing the little animal to your chest, cuddling it with little caresses between its ears.

his eyes soften, watching the scene with adoration. he walks until he stands right in front of you. "a cat?" he asks, he raises his hand tentatively and let him cuddle the little pet too.

you look at him through your lashes, putting on the sweetest and most innocent expression ever. "i was feeling alone..." he rolls his eyes jokingly.

"i hate you." he teases. you tease him back, a smile adorning both your faces. "nuh-uh. i know you love me, azzie." he chuckles, placing a naive kiss on your lips.

you carefully pass the cat to him. "so you're not mad?" he shakes his head. you watch as he caresses the cat's fur with his fingertips, the touch so soft its barely there. you swear you fall in love with this man more and more every day.

"do you already have a name?" he asks, but his eyes are still concentrated on the little creature he is holding. its so small that one of his hands is enough to cover it all. "no. all i know is that its a she. but isnt she so cute?" you squeal, hugging the both of them, careful not to squeeze the kitty.

"shes purring!" azriel realizes, he looks at you like a little kid that just got the present he wanted for so long. gods, you really love this man.

"she already loves you, azzie. look, she is also sleeping."

"and?" he asks. you answer as its the most obvious thing in the whole Prythian. "means she trusts you!" you press a kiss on his cheek, then a little kiss on the top of her little head, feeling the vibrations of the purr on your lips.

you stay silent for a bit, just enjoying the little moment and the new member of your family. its azriel who breaks the silence first. "kitty."

"what?" you ask confused.

"we could name her kitty. 'cause she's a kitty, you know." you giggle.

you repeat the name, tasting the sound on your lips. "kitty cat." you say almost like a proud mother. "i like it."

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intoxicated-chan · 1 year ago

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 ║ ❝𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐬 𝐈𝐬 𝐌𝐲 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐞❞

(A/n) ➳ First chapter!! I straight up need lessons on how people flirt because I fought and I still think the flirting is VERY TERRIBLE so be warned. Enjoy!!

Word Count ➳ 2.4k

Content Warnings ➳ Talks of having children/marriage, pregnancy, alcohol use (Not drunk), TERRIBLE FLIRTING, public bathroom sex, p-in-v, unprotected sex (WRAP IT), pet names (darlin’) swearing, nearly getting caught, mentions of violence…

JUDAS MASTERLIST

THE CLOCK HAD STRUCK ELEVEN IN THE MORNING.

Your hands come under the hot water for a second before yanking them back in pain, a wince had left your lips and sighed. You turned the handle on the sink to the right, waiting a couple of seconds before you put your hand under the water again.

This time, the water became warm. You picked up the soapy and water logged sponge to continue cleaning the white plates that were covered in syrup from this morning, just two hours ago.

Shane was the first to come to your apartment, like usual. He helped you with setting up the table, cooking the sausages and eggs while you handled the pancakes and hashbrowns.

Rick, Lori, and Carl came next. Carl ran past you before you could even acknowledge it was them, he happily shouted for the pancakes and was a little disappointed. But as soon as he was picked up by Shane and put on his shoulders, his laughter filled your small apartment.

“The hashbrowns just need a couple more minutes.”

You remembered saying, letting them in and helping Lori as she was obviously pregnant. Around thirty four weeks.

“Just a couple more weeks.” She let out a groan as she was able to take off her shoes. “Then we’ll have this little sucker out of me.”

Lori and Rick agreed to keep the gender a secret, not even they know since they had already agreed on names as well.

Isabella for a girl and Liam for a boy.

You took her sweater and hung it on the coat rack. Rick had begun to pour juice into the glass cups, making sure Carl didn’t knock them over when he threw himself at the chair.

“Carefully buddy.”

“Pancakes!”

“Pancakes are comin’ in!” You hurriedly walked in with the hot pan in one hand and a stack of pancakes in the other, Shane was right behind you with the plates of scrambled eggs and cooked sausages.

That was just two hours ago.

Now, Carl was by your side, standing on a step stood with a damp rag in hand. He took each plate that you handed to him, wiping them down and carefully putting them in the dish rack.

Shane walked back to the table where Rick and Lori were still sitting, he watched as Lori tried to stifle her giggle, covering her mouth as her giggling became louder as Shane came into her view.

Shane, gathering the last few cups, asked with a grin. “What are you two scheming now?”

“Oh you know, the pregnancy, the hospital plan, and us-” Lori leaned in closer, whispering. “-Deciding when you’re going to ask (Y/n) out?”

He took a glance back at you, still focused on the dishes. “One day Lori. One day.”

“It’s been five years, I’m tired of your whinin’.” Rick retorted, leaning back in the chair and throwing an arm back.

“Where are the cups Shane?” You called out to him. “And what are y’all whisperin’ about?”

Shane went to tell Lori to hush but she spoke first, speaking over him. “That you guys make the perfect couple!” She slowly stood from her chair and made her way over to you. “A perfect marriage with kids running around, y’know?” Lori teased you.

You exchanged a quick looked with Carl who just looked back at you with curiosity. He couldn’t feel your discomfort.

“Well… I-I don’t know.” You hesitated, trying to avoid the question and find the right words.

“They do seem perfect for each other.” Rick commented.

“Can’t you imagine it?” Lori added. “A cozy home, kids playin’ in the yard with our kids. Sounds like a dream.”

You forced a smile when everyone turned to you, hiding your uncertainty. Sure, Shane was attractive, anyone would die to be with a man like him.

But settling down, marriage and having kids just didn’t sit right with you. You preferred excitement in your life, just like your high school life. Not knowing what was going to happen next, the unpredictability in your life made it even better.

Shane noticed your silence, he placed the cups in the sink and nudged you. “You alright?” He murmured to you, ignoring Rick and Lori’s conversation.

You took a couple of seconds before nodding. “Yeah, yeah, just thinkin’ about high school.”

“Feelin’ nostalgic?”

“I am.”

But Shane could sense the discomfort in your voice, something he didn’t want, you being uncomfortable around him.

“Don’t listen to ‘em. They’re jus’ jokin’.” He flashed a smile.

You poured soap on the sponge and gave it a squeeze, starting on the outside of the glass before going inside of the cup.

“Maybe Lori and Rick are right. You and me, might be somethin’ special.” He said, a playful tone clear in his voice.

You kept the same smile on as before. “You know how they are. Tryin’ to play matchmaker.”

“They could be onto somethin’. We’d make pretty good parents.”

“Look Shane, I’m not really sure about all that. Can’t we talk about it some other time?”

He adjusted his stance, now crossing his arms. “Alright, alright.”

“Did he really say that?” Andrea questioned you, wide eyed as she handed you a glass of wine that Amy poured you.

“I still can’t get it out of my head.”

“What did you say?”

You brought the wine to your lips, giving it a swirl before taking a sip of it. “I said if we can talk about it some other time.”

Amy clicked her tongue a couple of times. “Should’ve made it clear from the start.”

The three of you sat on your couch, a movie played in the background, something about an assassin in retirement but it was long forgotten when Amy noticed you couldn’t focus on the movie.

You bit your lip, setting your glass down next to you. “I know, I know. But it felt like I couldn’t.”

Andrea stood up abruptly, stopping Amy from replying. “You can’t be drinkin’ all night. We’re goin’ out.” She stated proudly, hands on her hips as a wide smile spread across her lips. “Get dressed (Y/n), we’re hittin’ Atlanta!”

You opened your mouth but Andrea put her hand in your face. “No arguments.” She marched into your room, with you and Amy following, Andrea was rummaging through your clothes. “Even if it’s just for a couple of hours, you need this.”

Amy joined in with Andrea, looking through your drawers. “A night of fun and-” Pulling out a pair of matching bra and underwear. “Pleasure~”

Once you were all dressed up, Andrea drove you all to the club that Amy once went to, commenting on the amount of men who rode motorcycles.

And she was right, motorcycle upon motorcycle lined up in the front of the club. You all excited the car in laughter and nervousness.

“How’s my makeup?” Amy asked, looking at herself in the car’s mirror. “Shit, I think my eyeliner is uneven.”

Andrea pulled her by her arm, “Who cares? We’re here to have fun!”

You all entered the club with ease, you all were immediately crowded. After all it was a saturday night, drinks were flowing and music blasted loudly that you could barely hear yourself.

But you all remained together as you drank, except Andrea as she was the driver. But that didn’t stop her from having fun with you.

She practically forced you onto the dance floor after a couple of drinks as she thought it would help and it surely did.

Blinded by the flash on Amy’s phone, she recorded you all dancing and screaming your lungs out on the song that played.

You definitely needed to listen to the sisters more cause this was a night you needed, it wasn’t like morning brunch with the four of them.

You felt that familiar excitement in your veins, and your body dancing on its own… You didn’t consume many drinks, maybe because you wanted to remember this night, not by videos and photos, but by your own memory.

You laughed as Andrea helped you move to the calmer side of the club as she recognized your tiredness.

“Never knew you could pull those moves!” She shouted over the music, leaning close to you.

“Neither did I!” You threw your head back, snickering. “Can you order me some water?!”

“What?!”

“Water!”

“Okay!” She turned her back to you and faced the bartender.

You panted, trying to catch your breath. You felt your phone vibrating and pulled it out, seeing a call from Shane.

It was like the music went silent, everything around you froze as you stared at his name… You watched it ring, his name on big on the screen.

You looked up from your phone to call for Amy or Andrea but you spotted someone else.

A man with a black leather jacket. ‘JUDAS’ was printed on his back in white lettering with white dots circling the name and the skull and bones.

He sat alone, a drink in his gloved hand. Black sunglasses rested next to his arm and a black and white bandana was wrapped around his neck.

“Water!” Andrea’s booming voice knocked you out of your stare, taking the water, Andrea noticed you’re staring and immediately found who you were looking at.

“Think he’s in a band?” Amy laid her head on your shoulder.

“No way, looks too gloomy to be in a band.” Andrea retorted. “Nice clothes though.”

You dismissed both of them. “Leave him alone.”

“Alone? Girl, he looks like your type! Go for it!” Amy scoffed and pushed you.

You shoved your phone back into your purse and walked towards him, glass of water in hand. If the drinks gave you confidence to dance, surely it will help now.

You took the empty seat across from his and crossed your legs, one over the other. “Cool jacket.” You complimented. “Where’d you get it from?”

He eyed you for a moment before he looked away. “Ain’t yer business.”

That caught you off your guard… “Must be a tale worth tellin’ or you just like scarin’ people.”

“A very long and winded tale. And scarin’ folks… There’s more than one way to scare somebody than usin’ a jacket.”

“I ain’t easily scared. Makes it more fun.”

“What’s so fun ‘bout some jacket?”

You shrugged. “Maybe it’s the challenge of findin’ out who you are.”

He clicked his tongue, setting down his drink. “Ain’t gonna be easy darlin’.”

You leaned in closer. “Good thing I like challenges.”

(May I have some tips on flirting, please. I’m very desperate…)

“Fuck!”

You and Daryl didn’t waste time when he brought you to the bathroom of the club. He hiked up your dress and ripped your underwear off you, not without commenting on the choice first.

You threw your head back, your legs tightened around Daryl’s waist.

He had you pushed up against the wall, his face shoved into the crook of your neck, leaving wet kisses.

He desperately thrusted into you, breathing heavily. He fucked you up against the bathroom stall.

Both of his hands held your ass, leaving you to cling onto him.

You were left stuttering over your words. “Like that.” You said, over and over again. “Just like that! God, just like that!”

For a second, your breathing stopped and you froze, your eyes immediately shut as you came around his cock.

Yet you didn’t complain when he still continued fucking you. You felt a smile form as he fucked you past your orgasm.

“Ya gotta keep quiet.” Daryl panted in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your back. The music was still loud, even in the bathroom.

You tried but his cock kept slamming into your g-spot. You were unable to contain your gasps and moans.

“Shut up dammit.”

“I-I’m sorry.”

“Sorry ain’t good enough.”

You shoved your face into his shoulder, feeling the leather of his jacket, smelling his cologne and cigarettes.

He didn’t stop nor slow down, thrusting into you like his life depended on it, using you as a stress relief.

You felt the same coil once again, feeling it throb, pooling in your abdomen.

“Imma-!”

“(Y/n)?!”

You were dragged out of your daze and pulled away from him, nearly falling in the process. “The hell?” Daryl luckily caught you.

But you hushed him, slipping your flimsy underwear back on.

It was Amy. “(Y/n)? Andrea said she saw you comin’ in here.” You heard her footsteps coming closer to the stall you were in.

“Stay here.” You mumbled to him, soothing your dress and coming out of the stall before she could reach it.

She let out a sigh of relief. “Thank god, I thought you were dead when Andrea said she saw you comin’ in here with the guy.” She looked over your shoulder. “Where is he?”

“Um, we talked and I… I got his number.” You lied, still trying to reel back.

“Really?! Oh my god! You gotta tell us!” She grabbed you by the arm and dragged you out of the bathroom. “We’re headin’ home!”

“What? Why?”

“Andrea, punched a guy.”

“Is she okay?!”

“Oh yeah!” Amy smiled and pointed to Andrea who was waiting by the exit. “Let’s go home!”

You closed the door behind you, Andrea dropped you off since she had to get Amy home quickly, she had a feeling she was going to vomit.

You kicked off your heels, sighing and your feet felt the relief of no longer wearing those heels.

You began to take off your earrings and walked to your bedroom when you heard knocking.

You carefully came to the door and slowly opened it, having a clear confused look on your face. Even more when Daryl stood there.

You looked around first before coming back to him. “...How did you find where I live?”

Daryl held up a bag, your bag. “Left it in the bathroom. Ran out ‘fore I could say anythin’.”

You took the bag, still wary. “Well, thanks. But how did you know where to go?”

Daryl shrugged, a relaxed expression on his face. “Saw yer ID. Figured it ain’t far.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Stalker tendencies, Daryl?”

“Just lookin’ out for a damsel in distress.”

You giggled. “I’m sure losing my bag ain’t bein’ in distress, but points for effort.”

“I’ll be in town for a couple months, see ya ‘round?”

“You wanna come in for a bit? I gotta thank you for gettin’ my bag.”

“Ya gonna run off again?”

“Maybe.”

Daryl stepped closer. “Maybe?” He grinned again.

You grabbed his hand and led him into your apartment and shut the door before. You didn’t have a second to react before he was already on you.

This was definitely a night you did not fucking regret.

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heartfeltcherie · 11 months ago

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Hi! I was wondering if you can do a Alastor x paralysis demon fem! reader (basically reader is like Freddy Krueger and can haunts peoples dreams and kill them. If the person they kill in their dream dies, they also die in real life.) The reader can always be tired since when the reader themselves fall asleep they’re transferred to someone else’s dreams so they don’t get sleep. Like none. So it’s just some fluffy stuff with Alastor and very sleepy reader! Extra points if you include reader having a demonic sheep pet with them. (Like how when people sleep they count sheep 🌝)

— my first piece of alastor literature! i’m very nervous that this isn’t accurate but nonetheless, i hope you enjoy :)

☾. °. ࿐ ` , •

oatmilk flavoured coffee, the type of beverage that comforted you and filled you with a sense of warmth and comfort. a yawn escaped you as the bags under your eyes were becoming more prominent with every night that ended up sleepless.

it was yet another tiring night of drifting off to someone else’s dreams and adding pure nightmare fuel to the peace and quiet of an innocent victim, only to off them and add them to your kill count — you didn’t mind. it was entertaining to watch them try and escape and think that they’ve won, only for you to be the last thing they see before everything goes black.

but oh boy, was it exhausting.

you were sat on one of the sofas in the main entrance of the hazbin hotel, your legs resting to the side of you on the plush cushions as you rested against the arm rest, warm mug in hand, sipping peacefully.

you really wanted sleep. even a simple nap would do. but that was never going to happen, and you knew it.

“heavens, my dear, you look exhausted!” you look up from your outer-space-daze on the floor to see alastor. he’s got that usual smile on his face; you’re happy to see it. you give a meek grin in response. “you know me, always tired”

your feet are on the floor now as you give alastor a place to sit beside you. something about his presence beside you makes you feel warm; just like the coffee your drinking. that’s almost cold by now, but it’s fine.

“oh trust me, my dear, i’m well aware of how exhausted you’ve been as of late,” you take small glances at alastor as he cleans his monocle with his red coat sleeve, the way his oh-so fluffy hair flops with grace atop his head. perhaps it’s the exhaustion taking over your body as you begin to feel fuzzy on the inside.

yeah, definitely exhaustion.

“these hotel walls are missing your lively personality, sweetheart”

“…you’ve noticed?”

he doesn’t wanna admit it, bites his tongue as to not speak of such a thing. he wants to use the excuse of ‘his shadows see everything’ — which wasn’t half a lie in this particular scenario. but he has been noticing your tiresome self a lot more. he rolls his eyes “i’m the steadfast hotelier, i have to take notice in some things, don’t i? otherwise this establishment would be an absolute mess!”

“damn, too bad you didn’t take notice sooner, maybe i wouldn’t be an absolute mess right now” you take a sip of your drink, hiding your now blushing face behind your coffee mug.

oh, you really shouldn’t’ve said that.

“hmm, are you saying that you wanted me to take notice of you?” he takes up another space closer to you. of-fucking-course he’d do that. teasing bastard.

“i’m tired, al. i have no idea what i’m saying. what did i just say?”

you hear alastor chuckle as he stands up from his spot beside you, his presence now cold air beside you.

“perhaps try counting sheep tonight, darling. at least it would put that… pet you have to good use” you stop mid slurp, looking up behind your mug at the radio demon in front of you with scrunched eyebrows. cute.

“you leave lambie out of this”

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juniperss · 7 months ago

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Little Sister Curtis Headcanons

these were inspired by this request and co-created with my pal @a-libra-writes!!

Libra and I came up with the name “Sunshine” because 1) it’s adorable and 2) you can’t tell me that’s not a name that Mom and Papa Curtis wouldn’t have had written down on the baby name list. Her brothers usually call her by her first name, but Sunny also works just fine.

Only about a year gap between Sunny and Ponyboy which places her at around 13 if we’re going based off the book’s events (while ignoring certain plot elements that make me sad, thank you)

Sunny is a bit more like Darry after their parents die; she tries to keep the house clean and take over her mom’s responsibilities. Because if Darry is gonna earn the money, maybe she can help this way. Her brothers worry that she’s growing up too fast and try to get her to take it easy (pots meet kettle!!!).

Darry tries to take her out to the movies when she gets stressed out even if he falls asleep 10 minutes in. She doesn’t really mind that he dozes off, she’s used to it. It's the thought that counts.

Soda has her come to work with him sometimes and help out on the cars. “Learn something!” as if she doesn’t learn enough at school. Comes home dirtied and tired of Soda and Steve, complains a bit but she's smiling.

Tags along with Ponyboy to anywhere he wants. They usually go for walks and talk about school and the gang.

If Johnny is the “pet brother” for the Gang, Sunny is the pet sister and has an interesting relationship with the rest of the boys.

Two Bit is viewed as a “decent” brother figure and he at least knows how to act around a younger sister. Probably the most likely out of the group (next to her actual brothers) to look after Sunny like his own kid sister. There’s no antics you can get up to that surprise him anymore than he’s already used to.

Steve is a pest to her and gets in the way of spending time with Soda. They have a small rivalry but it’s less tense then Steve and Pony’s relationship for sure. Sunny doesn’t tag along nearly as much so it kinda evens things out.

Dally and Sunny…..are what I’d describe as a Tom and Jerry dynamic but who's Tom and who's Jerry is always changing. Mutual chaos and the source of that chaos switches depending on the day. Dally is on Sunny’s shit list because he made a comment about her cooking once. Which, to be fair to Dallas, the potatoes in the soup WERE NOT cooked through so he was right, but she still holds a little grudge. It doesn’t matter if he was the only person to actually eat all of it. She scolds Dally for putting his feet on the coffee table, he calls her a brat, she aims the football for the back of his head, he pulls on her hair and purposefully calls her by the wrong name. Laughs like a fiend when she yells “Dallas Winston im gonna knock your head right off!". But she also knows that Dallas would be the first person to knock someone’s teeth out if she needed him to.

Johnny is her pal and she enjoys his company the most of the Gang. He’s a good escape from the rowdy bunch and he doesn’t cause nearly as much damage in the house as the rest, he helps with the dishes and he laughs at her jokes. She likes him and he likes her and they’ve got each other’s backs.

The Brothers are worried about raising a sister. I mean they know fundamentally that she needs what they do and that for the last 13 years they’ve been doing a good job of looking out for her, but all 3 of them are concerned that they’re not enough for Sunshine. Not only did she lose her parents, she lost her Mom and she doesn’t have anyone who can fill that spot. Mrs. Matthews helps when she can and she’s a lifesaver to Darry when he has questions, but he can’t shake the feeling that Sunshine was robbed of better and stuck with them.

Darry goes a bit easier on Sunshine than he does with Ponyboy. Part of that is because Sunshine and him are more alike than the other two siblings, so they understand each other better. The other part is that Darry thinks Sunshine is already taking on too much responsibility by trying to replace their mom.

Darry taught her how to fight when she was like 9 and she’s gotten into good scraps with the Gang, but Darry and the rest are adamant that she stay out of fights because she’s too little. Sunshine is all too ready to toss out that she’s only a year younger than Ponyboy! To which the rest of the boys say, “He’s a kid, you’re a baby”. This in fact does not stop her from fighting when she needs to but she does try her best to stay out of trouble for Darry, especially after their parent’s deaths.

She loved so much. Darry doesn’t say it nearly as much as he knows he should (and that applies to all his siblings) but he goes out of his way to make sure Sunshine has something special just for herself once in a while. Soda routinely suggests getting her a haircut when he notices her messing with it or hears her one off comment about not feeling pretty or looking nice. Ponyboy tries his best to help her out around the house or with her homework. She knows they love her and she loves them.

#sunshine curtis tag #the outsiders #darry curtis #sodapop curtis #ponyboy curtis #my writings

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noctuababy · 5 months ago

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sweet & silly

🌷 a kaeluc threadfic written for the "Kaeluckae Gotcha for Gaza"

“Diluc… I think I might die if I don’t kiss her right now.”

Diluc sighed upon hearing those words.

The ‘her’ in question: a kitten freshly rescued from the back alleys of Angel’s Share.

It wasn’t so much that he didn’t share Kaeya’s sentiment, but it was the third cat Barbatos dropped on their lap, so he was a little… taken aback.

Damn you Venti.

The kitten had been meowing for help, alone and shivering, before they noticed her while closing the tavern – Diluc was doing the closing; Kaeya was too busy whining about wanting kisses to be helpful.

She was small, probably weaned too early – though not by that much, since she was still agile enough to climb Diluc’s pants in search of warmth. His body tended to run hot, something that made him a choice place of rest for cats, puppies, and the Knights of Favonius’ Cavalry Captain.

Seeing as the lost baby was adamant on staying with them, Diluc had assumed she needed shelter, but before taking her, they’d still combed the city to look for her mother or a litter she could belong to. The safest place a kitten could be was with their mother, after all.

The search being unsuccessful, they had taken her to Barbara to make sure she wasn’t hurt – and get rid of fleas and other pests if need be. They already had two cats – one being another rescued stray, and the other a kitten from the litter that had convinced Jean to neuter her cat – and he didn’t want them to get sick.

And so, here was their new recruit: a grey cat with one blue eye, and one gold.

“Well, go right ahead,” Diluc said, handing the kitten to Kaeya. “She seems to enjoy physical contact.”

Kaeya did not need to be told twice. He covered the kitten with kisses on her little head, which she answered with pleased meows and purrs. Luna and Nilah, their two other cats, were not as affectionate as this little one – unless they were using Diluc as a substitute bed – so it had to be a nice change of pace for Kaeya.

A smile brushed Diluc’s lips. Though a new cat meant more to worry about – acclimation with her new environment, the reactions of their other cats, more training for his falcon so she didn’t confuse her for food, medical procedures, yet another gremlin who would either try to eat his vision or sleep on it – it was always a joyful moment to welcome a pet. He’d always loved animals, after all. And if the way she requested his arms was anything to go by, animals loved him too.

Kaeya feigned to be miffed, but he still gave her to Diluc. “Treacherous baby,” he commented with a grin as she nuzzled against Diluc’s neck. “Not that I blame her. It is quite a dreamy place to be.”

“Shush. You’re embarrassing me.”

With a chuckle, Kaeya kissed his cheek – lingering just enough to leave another, then another, before he let go. His scent – snowflowers and green tea – was so soothing, Diluc couldn’t help but lean into him, searching for the comfort of his embrace. The night had been long between impatient patrons, spilled drinks, and shouts that fused at the lamest recycled jokes. Charles’ wife had just given birth so Diluc had given him two months off, but it did mean he’d had to fill in more often – the new hire was still learning the ropes, and he didn’t like leaving her alone late at night either way.

Needless to say, he was exhausted. If the new addition to their family kept purring against him like that, he might fall asleep on the spot. Kaeya’s caresses on his back weren’t helping either.

“Hmm, she clearly loves you,” Kaeya mused. “I can relate.”

“You’re in a romantic mood.”

“I’m always romantic, unlike a certain someone. You just never catch on.”

“Should I remind you that I’m the one who proposed?”

Kaeya hummed, extending his arm to stare at his ring. “Do remind me. For example, by proposing again.”

Diluc gave him a long look. “Why don’t you get to work instead, for once?”

“Says the pillow princess.”

He gasped in outrage. “I’m not… Alright, fine, I am. But it doesn’t prove anything.”

Without further argument, Kaeya bit Diluc’s cheek, laughing like the rascal he was. While he did so, the cat pawed at his jaw, squeaking on and on. “Aww, you want hugs?” he asked in a baby voice, delicately prying her from Diluc’s arms. “There you go. Ugh, I want to eat her whole.”

In response, she rubbed her face against his chest, kneading it – and he winced as her little claws pricked his skin. “The things you do for love,” Diluc teased, because of course Kaeya wasn’t stopping her. “She might be hungry. Barbara gave us kitten formula, hold on.”

While Diluc prepared the milk, Kaeya kept the kitten busy by talking to her and agitating the ribbon of his shirt to amuse her. He told her everything she should know about Dawn Winery and the staff, about Mondstadt, about their friends. Mostly, he rambled about Diluc – who pretended he didn’t hear the obscenely sweet things Kaeya said behind his back. Something about how he was such a warm person to be around, brimming with light and kindness and whatnot.

Diluc would be lying if he said he hated it.

He returned a little while later with the milk and a wet towel to clean her up. To facilitate the feeding, Kaeya swaddled her in his arm, on her stomach, and held her head to keep her stable. She moved her paws as if wanting to knead something, but before she could grow frustrated, Diluc slid the bottle teat in her mouth, inverting the container so the milk could flow down.

She gobbled it up. Eyes closed, paws still searching to latch onto something, she emptied the bottle so fast they had to pause midway to make sure she wouldn’t throw up.

Once she was done, Diluc placed her against his shoulder, gently rubbing her back until she burped. “There, you can take her back. We should name her, since it’s unlikely we’ll find her mother.” Inwardly, he hoped she was safe, wherever she was. “I’ll look again tomorrow – and if we find her… Well, what’s one more cat after all that anyway? Or three.”

Kaeya chortled. “You’d be willing to adopt the litter and their mom just to keep this one? Must be love at first meow.”

Diluc gently stroked the kitten’s head, a smile tugging at his lips as she squeaked. He was about to melt. “Might as well be.” He nodded at her. “So, do you have any suggestions for a name?” Immediately, Kaeya beamed at him. “Not Nyaluc.”

At that, he deflated. “Just say you hate me.”

Diluc rolled his eyes. “Please, you’d be cursing her if you named her after me.”

“Cursing her with what? Unbridled strength? Beauty?” As Diluc blushed, he continued: “The inability to stay in the sun without burning?”

“Shut up.”

“Oh, so a lack of sense of humor it is.”

“Will you quit being childish and give her a proper name?” Diluc chastised. “Also, my sense of humor is just fine.”

Kaeya made a face that said otherwise, but he didn’t insist – surely sensing that he had won anyway. Then, his lips curled the way they did when he was about to tease Diluc. “How about Lucy, then? It’s neither of those. Fits all your criteria, doesn’t it?”

“A name that is totally not similar to mine.”

“It’s that or Nyaluc.”

“When did these become our only two options?”

“Do you have a better suggestion?” Kaeya challenged.

Curling up into the couch, Diluc glanced at the little bundle of energy playing in Kaeya’s arms. She seemed keen on exploring – tried to climb his arms and shoulders while Kaeya’s hands followed her movements, always ready to catch her if she fell.

Then, Diluc opened his mouth.

“Not Elysium,” Kaeya interjected. “Not Umbrae. And definitely not Echo.”

“What? How did you–”

“You tried to name our last two cats Elysium. I already said no back then.”

“But why!” Diluc whined, and he didn’t realize he was pouting until Kaeya leaned in to kiss his puckered lips. He tasted sweet. He always did. “Those are perfectly respectable names.”

“That’s exactly the issue,” Kaeya returned, shaking his head. “Cats are supposed to be named silly things like Socks or Cupcake – something that makes people laugh but in an endearing way.”

Diluc scoffed. “You want her name to be a joke.”

“Not a joke – just something cute and funny, like your face right now.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“It would if you opened your mind to my genius ideas.”

“Like naming our cat Nyaluc?”

“Exactly!”

“You’re messing with me.”

“I’m serious.”

“That’s exactly why you’re messing with me.”

Kaeya grinned. "Look," he beckoned, lifting the cat so her face lined up with his. "She has my eyes, so I get dibs on naming her."

“As long as you don’t name her Tax Evasion or whatever flavor of humor you’ve subscribed to this month,” he mumbled. “Please don’t tell me you’re considering it.”

Kaeya chortled. “I’m not! I’m deadset on Nyaluc or Lucy. Who names their princess Tax Evasion? Come on. Besides, you named the last two. Can’t I name this one after the person I love the most?”

As if in agreement, the kitten meowed, purring for all to hear while Kaeya scratched her back.

Diluc couldn’t help a smile. “You love me too much.”

“You deserve it. I only wish I knew how to express it,” Kaeya replied. Then, he grinned. “Like, for example, by naming our cat Lucy.”

This time, Diluc laughed, his entire being alight with affection.

He had to admit it wasn’t too bad to be loved this fervently.

“Alright. Lucy it is.”

#kaeluc #kaeluc fics #my fics #kaeluckaegotcha

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tricks-tickles · 2 years ago

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Wild Lines

got inspired by dannys comment on some art i did so uh here

(tiny disclaimer: also there are some slighty suggestive implications here BUT i didn’t mean for them to be sexual at all! i imagine the boys are 13/14 here so its just teenagers being teenagers but if that makes u uncomfortable pls feel free to skip)

word count: 1264

pairing: Ler!Craig/Lee!Tweek

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“-and I just- ERK- feel bad for him? Like if I had to g-guard the stick and I LOST it? I would- GEUHH- probably die!”

Tweek and Craig stood in the latter’s bedroom. It was a pale morning, the sun was weakly streaming through Craig’s space-patterned curtains as he stifled a yawn, adjusting his cape. Tweek had slept at his the night before, and they were now getting ready to join the rest of their friends in playing the Stick of Truth. Tweek twitched, worrying over the day before where Clyde had let the stick be taken by the Elves, and was thus banished by the Wizard Cartman from time and space. His lack of a morning coffee was only exacerbating these nerves.

“Yeah, but there's nothing you can do, honey,” Craig responded, neither noticing the nickname as he half-heartedly searched for his hat.

“Still feel bad,” Tweek muttered. “ARG!! I can’t do this stu-stupid paint!”

Tweek had been attempting to draw the Barbarian markings on his arms for almost 10 minutes now, but each time his hands had shaken so violently he’d ended up with wildly spiky lines and a dozen ruined attempts.

“How did I do this yesterday...” He said, gripping his hair in frustration. Craig found his hat next to Tweek, securing it to his head, and hummed in response.

“Do you want me to do it for you?” He said, not registering his own words until Tweek’s eyes snapped up to his, paintbrush still hovering over his arm.

“Would you?!” Tweek replied, rocking forward to peer at Craig, who felt his face heat up a little at how close they were. He wasn’t sure where they stood, relationship-wise. They were ‘pretending’ to be together for the good of South Park, but lately, they’d been getting a little closer behind closed doors. Craig had given up limiting his pet names to the public only, and they’d just became like nicknames to the boys. Still, Craig would feel butterflies erupt in his stomach whenever Tweek got a little too close to be strictly platonic.

“Uh,” He said, trying to act like he hadn’t lost his train of thought, “Sure?”

Tweek handed Craig the paintbrush and held out his arm. Gently holding his wrist (and ignoring how his insides squirmed at the touch), Craig swirled the brush around the pot of dark paint on the dresser and slid it over the jagged edges of Tweek’s attempt, smoothing them out.

It was almost therapeutic. After he got over the initial wave of embarrassment at their proximity, drawing the markings became incredibly relaxing. That was until he reached Tweek’s torso. He started on his ribs, remembering how the stripe had cut across them yesterday, and drew a smooth line up. Or he would have, had Tweek not gasped and stumbled backward, cutting him off.

“Tweek?” He said, concerned.

“GAH- I-I’m okay! You just- EURGH- startled me! That’s all.” He squeaked suspiciously.

“Sure…” Craig muttered, placing the brush back on his chest and noting the full-body shiver that ran through him.

He tried to paint the line, but Tweek’s twitching made him grind his teeth in frustration as he started messing up the lines too. Tweek had been fine when it was his arm, why was he so nervous about his chest?

Maybe it’s me, Craig thought. Maybe I’m making him uncomfortable, and he doesn’t know how to tell me? He sighed and started filling in the wider section at Tweek’s side, hoping that he wasn’t making him feel too awkward when Tweek suddenly gripped Craig’s cape tightly and made a strained noise. He looked up and panicked when he saw that Tweek’s face was bright red and screwed up.

“...Tweek?” He said, again.

“I’m fine!” Tweek shouted, tipping his head back to stare at the ceiling. “Just keep g-gOING!”

If I’m making you that uncomfortable-, he thought before shaking his head and resolving to finish quicker. He started again with the short light strokes on Tweek’s side, then unbeknownst to him, the dam broke.

“Craig!” Tweek squealed, “It- ACK- tihihicklehes!” He shook his head as the giggles finally spilled out of him.

Craig stopped dead. Tickles? This whole time I’ve been thinking I’m making him uncomfortable and that he hates how close I am and he was too stressed to say anything- and I was just tickling him? He balked at Tweek, who covered his face in embarrassment.

“And you didn’t think to say anything?” He deadpanned.

“Sorry,” Tweek said, still covering his face.

Craig hummed, then eyed the vulnerable position Tweek was putting himself in. He wasn’t exactly mad at Tweek, but the idea of revenge did sound nice. He set the paintbrush down on the dresser, then lifted his hands, hovering them above Tweek’s sides before diving in.

Tweek jumped, squirming from the surprise attack.

“Crahaihihihg!” He giggled.

“Yes, babe?” He said innocently, pinching along Tweek’s sides.

Tweek squeaked, curling in on himself while his hands gripped Craig’s cape and tugged on it.

"Nohoho!"

Craig shifted, moving his hands to wiggle softly over Tweek’s stomach. He stumbled backwards, still holding Craig’s cape and bringing him down with him as Tweek fell onto Craig’s bed.

He paused for a second, letting Tweek catch his breath as he considered their position. Tweek lay on his back, his legs sprawled around Craig, who was kneeling in between his thighs. He felt his face heat up and distracted himself by grabbing Tweek’s hips, which were exposed due to his costume's lack of a shirt. He squeezed, wiggling his thumbs into the divots of the bones.

Tweek squealed, tipping his head back in laughter.

“CRAHAHAIHIHIG!” He cried, gently hitting Craig’s shoulders as he kicked his legs uselessly.

“What?” He teased, “Can the Barbarian not handle the tickles?”

Tweek’s face flushed red, one hand shooting up to cover his face, smearing the already smudged paint.

“IHIHI’LL- URGH- KIHIHIHILL YOHOHUHUHU!” He laughed, grabbing Craig’s forearms.

Tweek was stronger than Craig, objectively, but he made no move to stop his hands from reaching up to skitter along his sides and gently scratching at the base of his ribs.

Tweek started to hiccup in his laughter, squeezing Craig’s arms. He leaned forwards, glancing up at Tweek’s face for a moment. His eyes were screwed shut, his cheeks a rosy red, and his face split wide in a toothy smile that made Craig’s heart skip a beat. Cute… he thought, then shook his head and pressed his lips to Tweek’s stomach, blowing a raspberry.

That was the wrong move as Tweek suddenly regained his strength and launched forwards, knocking the two of them off the bed and onto the (thankfully carpeted) floor.

Shit.

Craig’s heart pounded, Tweek loomed over him, his fingers twitching as he searched for where to start his revenge. But their position… Tweek straddling Craig’s waist, crouching over him, his warm hands crawling under Craig’s shirt… His face burned, and in a moment of panic he cried,

“Wait!”

Tweek paused, and in his eyes, Craig truly saw the Barbarian Tweek was playing, that wild stare- and his insides turned to mush.

“If- if you tick- uh, get revenge on me I won’t do your paint.” He said in a rush.

Tweek hummed and twitched a little. After a moment’s deliberation, he sat back, letting Craig up.

“Fine.” He said.

Craig sighed in relief and picked up the paintbrush, ready to correct what had been smudged in their antics when Tweek added, “I’ll just- ACK- get you back when you l-least expect, babe.”

Shit. It was going to be a long day.

#lee!tweek #ler!craig #south park tickles #this is probably the healthiest fic ive ever worked on bc i wrote this over the course of a week and did a little bit everyday #is this what its like to be neurotypical #anyway if u have an prompts my inbox is open im actually feeling inspired to complete some asks

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positivelybeastly · 1 year ago

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💖Mr Sinister ;)

This is being filled out for this stinker.

How likely they are to enter a relationship with them:

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Would they…

Make the first move? Yes | No (So, Dark Beast is canonically afraid of Sinister in a way that he isn't afraid of anyone else, but Sinister consistently pulls him out of the fire - he literally saves him from the brink of death, TWICE. I feel as though Essex drops it on Henry and he just stares like he's waiting for the scalpel to come out.)

Say “I love you” first? Yes | No (Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha.)

Cheat on them? Yes | No (And he will flaunt it, too. I think he'd enjoy making Nathaniel annoyed.)

Be the jealous type? Yes | No (Let's be real here, there's always another clone.)

Plan the dates? Yes | No (If by dates, you mean shared dissections and villainous plans!)

Initiate the first kiss? Yes | No (Essex reads as less interested in sex than Henry does, honestly, despite also reading as fruitier than an orchard, so Henry goes in for it first.)

Remember anniversaries? Yes | No (Yeah, no, this is not that kind of relationship.)

BOLD WHAT APPLIES:

Their Relationship Is:

(They are the worst together. Also hilariously awful together. Everyone should be extremely worried.)

PUBLIC Displays of Affection:

(Not in front of the experiments.)

PRIVATE Displays of Affection:

Do they stay together?

(This is a dance they're doomed to repeat over and over and over again, I feel.)

BONUS

What terrible pet names would they give each other?

If it were anyone else, Henry would be tempted to pull out the 'daddy' just to mess with Essex, but his quasi-parental relationship with his world's Sinister means it would freak him out more than anything else. There's something very Oedipal about this.

They both lovingly call each other their bitch, their bastard, their evil little science spoon. I feel like they're fucking weird and no-one wants to be around them when they're not trying to kill each other.

#Anonymous #less spicy shipping meme #outofmuffins #In case it's not clear I do ship them tbh.#They just make sense. They're so awful together.#I certainly wouldn't want to inflict them on anyone else.#I feel like the only way any version of Hank goes with Sinister is if brainwashing is involved - even X-Force Beast.

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oh-s-a-m-u · 2 years ago

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rant about its just a burning memory

i just listened to its just a burning memory and i wondered how it came to be because it sounds so.. depressing? i couldnt even explain it. the feeling it brought to me was unexplainable, yet melancholic enough for me to want to find out more. It was scary, yet sad, but at the same time i just couldnt pin-point the feeling. Then, i found the album. i cant remember the exact name, all i know is that its something along the lines of "everything at the end of time" or "its jsut a burning memory", i cant remember. And that was what was so horrifying about it. i started listening to it, and as i did i read through the comments on this 6 hour long video, of so many different songs. So many comments said they listened to it all and it changed their view on life, or how 15 minutes in thye were crying. I thought they were just being dramatic, so while i listened in my dark little room, i read through the comments of this horrifying album. Most of the comments talked about their family members sufering from dementia, the way it just kept getting worse and its just so *sad* to read. I read, my eyes filling with horror at the stories i heard. And yet, now i cant even remember them. Which would be normal, of course, until you remember the album is about *dementia.* it makes me anxious, thinking how could i, a young fella, forget about something that made me cry so easily, filing it away somewhere in my mind where i couldnt reach.

The song was split into a lot of chapters, A1 being its jsut a burning memory, the next one being A2, then A3, A4, A5, A6, and then B1. All the songs were about 3-5 minutes long, and they were all named after dementia/alzheimers. A1 is the start of dementia, where you just have this bad feeling, gnawing at you, but its probably nothing, Just a burning memory. A2, mostly the same, but the feeling has faded a bit, so its calmer. But you still dont know whats happening. After a bit, i have personally listened until B6, so i dont know if its true, but at the later stages, close to the end, the music is so horrific but its just too *real.* I had listened to B6, and had started crying while reading, just the idea of dementia giving me goosebumps, making me shiver. It probably didnt help that i was alone, in my house, lights turned off completely, phone at 14%, slowly going down until it inevitably would turn off. I didnt have a charger available, (i did but in the dark and sobbing hysterically i couldnt see it-) so it just reminded me even more of dementia, of how the people who are close to the patient have to see the way their body remains fine, but their mind is decaying. Watching, listening, interacting, knowing that theyre gonna forget them inevitably. Are going to die. A slow, painful death, not even aware of it because they *wont even remember their name.*

My eyes are tearing up as i write this, but its just so agonizing i cant help it. The way music could give such drastic changes to peoples's *lives* had gotten me laughing, giggling, thinking thats impossible, until i listened to the album. Even after i turned off my phone, turned off the comments, sat there and tried to stop thinking about it, i couldnt. Because suddenly, all the little things i couldnt always remember were screaming at my mind, making me try to remember. 'What was my friends' dogs name?' 'I don't know.' 'I can't remember.' '*I CAN'T REMEMBER.*' 'Okay- okay, what about ah- shit, i dont know- the grandmothers name?' 'my mums name?!' 'her maiden name?' 'ANYTHING?!' I just tried so hard, but i still couldnt remember and it drove me insane. The fact that people with dementia had to suffer through this, but worse and unable to remember their way home, their closest friends name, their parents, children, *family, pets, work, even their life-* it just makes me sick.

And all this, after i listened to 15 minutes of a 6 hour album.

God save those who's friends, family, anyone they know is suffering from dementia. It's so horrific to think about, yet people live their everyday lives, complaining about an exam they didnt study for, being late to work, such small things.. when they could be forgetting their entire lives, their friends and family, pets and children- I sound like a broken record, repeating similar things so much, but its true, its real, and its horrifying.

Bless you.

#dementia #alzheimers #its just #a burning #memory #music #album #godbless

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heavendear32 · 1 day ago

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Chapter 3. Full Moon

Summary: “I know the gods roam the earth because I used to walk with them”, Haneul is an immortal being with powers that most humans would kill for. When Haneul gambles with the gods, she loses her powers and without her powers she’s cursed to die by the next full moon. She hurries to get her powers back with the help from the last person Haneul wants to be around: a Demon.

Pairing: Demon!Hongjoong X Fem!O/c

Word count: 1,607

Warnings: mythical creatures, mentions of getting cursed, spiritual messages, mentions of religions, cussing, allusions to smut, mentions of loss of blood, mentions of possession, mentions of magic usage, mentions of death, drinking, gambling, other idols are mentioned, pet names (darling, babe, baby, my dear), making deals, smoking.

Author’s note: if you enjoy my story please repost or comment :) I’d love to know what you think of it.

“I should take you home.” Yeonjun finally broke the silence as they stood outside of the building. He lit the cigarette hanging from his lips. “You had a lot of nectar, I’m sure that’ll still affect you in the morning.”

“Yeonjun.” Haneul ended his ranting, he sighed. “Yes?”

“Just go back inside, I’ll uh I’ll contact you when I figure things out. I just need to be alone right now.”

He nodded and blew out the smoke. “Okay, okay.”

He said over and over again trying to come to terms with everything. Haneul started forward but her friend sighed as he called again. “Haneul!” 

She turned to face him. “You sure?”

Haneul just gave him a smile and nodded, she turned again and headed off into the night. She stumbled along the street back to her home, her heels in her hand. Yeonjun was right, she could already feel the effects from the nectar. The woman pressed her hand against her head as her knees gave out and Haneul crashed to the floor. The heels in her hand rolled away from her as she just laid there. The fall hurt a lot more for some reason, she pushed up so that she was sitting on the ground. A groan left Haneul’s lip was she saw her ripped tights and skinned knee, a few drops of blood flowed from her cut. Tears started to fill her eyes and rolled down Haneul’s cheeks, she let out a string of cusses into the night.

Haneul had always talked of being a human and how she wanted to be one but she felt weird and empty now that she was one. It felt like her life had ended and nothing like what she had expected. She pushed onto her knees before crawling to where her discarded shoes were, the pain ebbed in her knee but Haneul didn’t care. Finally she pushed back up onto her feet and continued towards her apartment, mumbling as she walked. Her apartment was just around the corner.

The woman stumbled through the doors and down the hall, over to the elevator. The doors opened with a ding and Haneul used the wall as her support, the woman bawled as the elevator took her up. She almost missed her floor but was able to pull herself into the hallway which seemed so much longer now. Her eyes fluttered open and close, all Haneul wanted to do was sleep forever in her bed. Haneul pushed open the door, going to turn on the light but furrowed her eyebrows as they were already on. That made her perk up, her eyes searched her apartment glossing over the man digging through her fridge.

Haneul sighed as she dropped her shoes, doing a double take as the man spoke. “I though a goddess would eat better than this.” He hissed out moving the scarce food in her fridge.

As she stumbled over to her table, she got a better look at the man. He was big and buff, his shirt looked two sizes two small around his arms and shoulders. A hole was already forming near the seem on the neck of the shirt. his hair fell in front of his eyes and he shook his head to push the hair from his eyes, almost like a dog. Haneul stared at him blankly, not confused or angry just blankly. She swore she had locked her door when she left but there was this mystery man standing here, raiding her fridge.

Her mouth skipped over the question she knew she should ask, and all she did was flop into a chair and responded to his sarcastic question. “Well my real job hasn’t paid me and being a genie doesn’t really pay the bills.”

The man scoffed and grabbed the package of raw meat that Haneul had been saving. He ripped open the package easily, grabbing the raw meat with his hand as he discarded the package onto her counter. He slammed the fridge door close and started walking up to the table. He pulled a seat out and took a big bite of the meat. Haneul should’ve been terrified, there was a random man in her house anyone else would be scared shitless.

“Real job, yeah right.” He said through a mouthful of meat.

Haneul just rolled her eyes, she didn’t know this man nor did she want to. All she wanted to do was sleep in her bed for ever, she didn’t want to talk to people or be part of the society for at least a thousand years. Haneul was human now, she would have to face the world one day but that didn’t mean it had to be tonight. She would get used to her human life and figure out how to live but right now, she was gonna sleep for a couple of days.

She ran her hand over her face. “Look, I’ve had a pretty shitty day today and I just want to sleep so can you come back tomorrow?”

He looked up from eating, his eyes glaring into her soul as he gulped another mouthful of raw meat. Haneul gulped as her nose scrunched up, she ran her hand over her stomach feeling queasy as she watched the man scarf down the raw meat. It was disgusting to her.

“Can you stop that?” She jeered as he went in for another bite. She turned away and mumbled to herself. “That’s so disgusting.”

He glared before closing his mouth. He turned his hand and let the meat fall from his hand onto the table, it hit the wood with a disgusting plop and Haneul shuttered.

“Yeah, I know, that’s why I’m here. I’m here to clean up this stupid mess you got yourself into.”

“What if I don’t want help?” She questioned, Haneul’s voice was soft before becoming stern. “I hated living with the gods and now I’m free.”

The man laughed, “is that what you think?”

“I’m human now aren’t I? I’m not controlled by the gods anymore.” Haneul shrugged.

That’s what she thought, but Haneul wasn’t exactly sure on what he meant. Haneul could no longer grant wishes, and she was sure she wasn’t immortal now. She was human like all those people she had granted wishes for but unlike them, she wasn’t the same. Haneul was a shell of a human, she didn’t know how to live or love or learn, she had no family or friends. She was human once but she had lost that humanity long ago, Haneul had traded her humanity for immortality. All she knew now was how to survive.

The man laughed again and Haneul felt embarrassed. “You really think you’re free? you’ll never be free, you’ll never be human when you’re under their control.”

He hissed out the last part, Haneul could see his jaw clench and he glared over at something. She followed his gaze and saw him staring out of her window at the moon, it was full tonight and looked so pretty hanging up in the sky. Haneul thought of the story, the one of Dalnim.

“When you betted your powers, what did you think would happen?”

The woman shrugged looking down at her hands, he nodded mumbling something under his breath. He sighed and gulped, it went silence between them. Haneul had never heard her house so quiet before, it felt eerie sitting here.

“If you don’t get your powers back by the next full moon, you’ll turn to dust.” He said, his voice filled with sadness.

Haneul’s voice came out quieter than she expected, unsure on what he meant. “What?”

“You’re dying as we speak.” Her heart dropped as breathing became harder.

He looked guilty as he played with his hands. It was a nervous habit of his, as well as biting his nails. The man hated being the bearer of bad news but there was no sugarcoating it.

His words were barely audible for Haneul as she tried to wrap her head around the news he just broke. “Those of us who make deals with the gods are never truly free from their control.”

He wasn’t human, that sentence gave him away. That’s why Haneul felt so connected to him. He was something different, something mythical and just like Haneul, he was trapped under the control of a god and goddess. Her eyes locked on his figure, he seemed smaller now like a scared little kid. She went to say something but he stood up and cleared his throat. He pulled something out of his pocket and put it on the table in front of Haneul.

“If you want help, meet me at this place.” He said and moved over to the door.

He was a stranger but he knew so much about the situation, she didn’t want him to leave. Not when she had so many questions, but when she opened her mouth nothing came out.

“Who are you?” She finally pushed out

“I’m a creature of the night. I am called many things, a loud-garou, a beast, a lycanthrope, or as most people know….a werewolf.” He called over his shoulder as he pulled the door open.

Haneul shook her head. “No, who are you.”

He stopped in the doorway, his hand tightened as he looked over his shoulder at the woman. His heart skipped a beat and Haneul saw a small smile flicker on his lips as if he hadn’t been asked that question before. Haneul smiled back as he answered.

“San.”

Then he was gone, the door closed behind him leaving Haneul alone but not lonely.

#ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez hongjoong #ateez imagine #ateez san #hongjoong #magic #mythical creatures #angst #ateez angst

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shadowstar1919 · 3 months ago

Link

Chapter 3

Opening the barn door Fado walked in noticing the goats hadn't even awakened yet. That was odd, did they stay up late? He pondered as he walked through the barn to the stalls where the milking station and hay were. Walking into the room he spots a dark creature lying with the older goats that don't produce milk anymore but are good pets.

Link hadn't been fully awake when some light from a lantern hit his face, he protested and cuddled his face into the fluffy fur of a goat. The animal cuddled him back.

"Is that a large dog?" Fado says as he approaches slowly careful not to spook the animal. Hid oldest goat Beth had an evil look in her eyes like he was trying to take a kid from her. "Don't worry girl I won't take the puppy from you, it seems friendly with you so I am not worried." He trusted his goats. They were strong livestock.

Link yipped in his sleep dreams about Midna running hands through his fur. He missed this. The old goat tried to soothe the wolf.

"Oh damn. That's a wolf. Does it have a collar? Necklace? Probably someone's pet. No wonder Beth took a liking to him." Fado commented as he started to get his station ready for milking.

Link whined in his sleep as the old goat got up and walked off. This gave Fado a moment to inspect the animal without getting head-butted.

His curiosity took over as he ran a large hand through the fur on the wolf's head. It leaned into the warmth. This prompted Fado to pet it more. "You're a gentle boy aren't you." Link wagged his tail subconsciously while he slept.

His tail patted against another goat's head causing it to be annoyed. The other goat head-butted Link, not hard but enough to wake him. Fado froze hand still very much buried in the wolf's fur.

Link felt fingers in his fur, someone was petting him but who? His eyes shot open in realization. It was Fado, remembering he spent the night in the barn that made sense. He was still hurt and tired. He flopped his head back down. 'He could have killed me if he wanted to. But he didn't. I guess I'll just rest. I don't have the energy to run right now.' Link ponders for a moment before deciding to roll over, showing his belly like a trusting dog.

"Do you want belly rubs, boy?" Fado said no fear in his voice just curiosity. Link yips before allowing Fado to scratch him. It was nice. 'Gods, why am I so weird. If only he knew it was me. I think I would die of embarrassment.'

Fado noticed the injury on the wolf's leg. "You hurt boy? I can patch you up if you like?" saying this he continued to rub the belly of the wolf.

Link whimpered, rolling over he offered Fado his leg. 'Probably couldn't hurt to have him look at it.'

"Oh boy, it's a clean cut on both sides. But it's dry so might be best to let it be now. I can pull the hay out of the scab but it'll hurt." Fado said grabbing the animal's leg, he was sure it wouldn't understand but he was used to talking to the goats so it felt right.

Fado pulled on the debrie in the wound causing the wolf to flinch and a low growl slipped from its throat. He flinched expecting to be a bit. Opening his eyes he sees the wolf look worried. "Huh, you really are a tame wolf."

Link winced, he didn't like being called tame for some reason. He didn't know why tho. He allowed Fado to clean his wound. Before drifting back to sleep in the hay.

"I guess I should get on with my chores. Probably best if I leave it sleeping for now." Fado got up and started to get the goats ready for milking.

~~~ The sun was now up and filling the sky with light. Fado finished his morning chores and opened the barn for the goats to go and graze before deciding to return to the wolf.

Link had been up now and feeling well enough to head home. Knowing he would have to bandage his arm once he returned to human form, he lingered as a wolf. He watched Fado work all the chores Link had done in the past as a ranch hand. He was following Fado in the shadows of the barn. Since he still wasn't sure how to feel about this. Realizing Fado was looking for him he made a small yipping noise behind him. The rancher jumped as he turned. "You scared me." Fado crouched by the large wolf.

"You know I used to have a dog before. He was a large Hylian terrier, always getting into trouble and jump-scaring me. I miss that dog." Reaching over Fado ruffled Link's fur. "Might be hard to get the other villagers to accept you as my pet, but you seem docile enough that they would accept you." Hearing this Link realized what the Rancher wanted.

Link didn't hesitate to dart out of the barn. He felt bad, Fado just wanted another companion dog. But Link wasn't a dog. He also didn't wanna be trapped in his wolf form. 'Maybe it would be safe to tell Fado about his beast form.' He ponders.

~~~

He scurted along the outskirts of the village towards his home. Both his front legs were sore, he tried not to limp but it was hard not to. Once in his yard, he looked around before turning back into his hylian form. Sighing heavily before climbing up the ladder to his house his now reopened wound started to bleed once again.

He opened his door just in time to see Shad scrambling to get dressed. "Oh! Link your back!" The scholar's voice sounded startled. "I was worried you hadn't taken any camping gear or even food." He looked closer at Link. "You're bleeding! Let me help you." The worried bookworm scurried over to Link.

"I'm fine nothing I cannot manage." Link covered his right arm with his hand sheepishly trying not to show the stab wound. He walks into his kitchen Shad now trying to get him to show him the wound, he had already grabbed Link's first aid kit before he could get to it.

Sighing Link offered his arm to Shad. Not making eye contact with the older man.

"This is a very clean wound, did you get attacked by bokoblins with swords or something?" He queried as he took a damp cloth to the stab wound.

Link just leaned his head forward glancing up through his brows before looking back at his arm. "Yes, something like that."

"Well, this will be an easy bandage at least. So me and Rusl encountered the wolf, I don't think it's a threat but he does." Shad stated.

Link just hummed in response.

"Your other arm is bruised as well. But I guess that's not new." Shad continued. "I made scrambled eggs and there is enough for both of us if you want any."

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind that."

They had breakfast together as Shad prattled on about the oocca and ruins in the forest as well as stories of the master sword.

~~~

Back in the village, Rusl had been approached by Fado with questions about wolves.

"I know they are dangerous but this one was so tame, so docile. I really wanna make it my pet if possible."

Chapter 2

Link jumped forward with a yelp. Landing just past the hunter he doesn’t stop. Dashing with a sword still lodged in his front right leg. It was right through but the bones kept it pinned. He managed to make it away from Rusl. Once he was clear he looked at his leg.

‘How am I gonna get this out? It hurts… It hurts so bad.’ He mentally screamed. Licking the blood that sluggishly oozed from the wound he wined. His head and heart hurt.

“He stabbed me… Rusl actually stabbed me.” He cried. Flopping over in anguish Link howled as his tears started to fall. Once he started crying he couldn’t stop. He cried for quite some time. Once he couldn’t cry anymore he started to hyperventilate. Panic over his situation started to set in. He needed to remove the sword and get a move on. He couldn’t stay here. Biting the hilt he tries to pull it free. It was too long and too well in there for him to pull out on his own. The attempt only caused more damage.

Yelping and whining he decides to leave it alone. He wouldn’t be able to turn human with the sword through his leg like this. It was bad enough that a metal cuff hurt him every time he transformed he didn’t need to worry about a sword as well.

Shakily standing he limped away as the sun began to set.

~~~

Shad was just about to leave the forest when he heard the howl. It sounded pained and that caught his curiosity. The scholar couldn’t help but follow the whines and yelps. Coming to a clearing not far from Link’s tree he sees a large black wolf on its side with a familiar sword through its leg. “Aw, poor thing. I wonder.” He hums as he creeps closer to the creature. He made a mental note that this wolf was huge. He could probably ride it’s back. Once he was close enough he saw how much distress the animal was in, which made his heart ache.

Digging through his bag he finds a cloth bandage. He sighs before muttering “I doubt it will let me close enough to help.” He continued to approach.

~~~

Link knew someone was near but he was too hurt mentally to care. If it was Rusl he would run. Anyone else he will probably run as well. But he also knew he needed help. He started to pull himself back from his despair as the familiar scent of the scholar came through before his vision cleared.

He froze not making a sound as he watched Shad creep closer. 'Does he not know I can see him?’ Tilting his head in thought.

Shad was just about 3 meters away when Link tensed. He saw a dagger on Shad’s side.

“Hey, hey you alright boy. I’m not gonna hurt you.” Shad says calmly holding his hands up.

Huffing Link makes a mental note that he should talk to Shad about his lack of caution with monsters and wild animals. 'If it wasn’t me any other wolf would have torn this man to shreds.’

Hitching his breath Link backs up as another thought crosses his mind. 'I wonder what Hylian tastes like.’ A little drool drips from his mouth. This makes him panic once again, realizing what the intrusive thought was made his stomach knot and he felt ill. 'I cannot hurt my friends!’ He turns and flees in the bushes towards his house.

He doesn’t make it far before his leg starts to throb. But Epona hears him and whinies. Hearing this Link howls back. Causing his horse to come to him.

“Link? You called?” She rushes over.

Link lays on the ground exhausted “…”

“Oh my. Let me help with that” The horse says softly as she walks up to him. She bites the hilt.“This is going to hurt.” She mumbles as she talks with the hilt in her mouth.

Link doesn’t say anything but nods in understanding.

Epona pulls the sword out of his leg and drops it beside him.

Link yelps at this and groans afterwards. “I don’t think I can turn back at the moment. Thank you though, Epona. I am going to find somewhere to lay down now, I’ve had a day” He limps toward the village.

“Just be careful Link.” She whinnies.

Link makes his way towards the barn. He knew it was risky but he really just wanted to be warm and dry tonight. Sneaking in he finds himself amongst the goats. Some of them make comments about Link’s injury or how it’s not safe for him to be a wolf here and others say they just wanna sleep.

He ignores them and finds a spot in the hay to curl up in. Laying down he almost instantly passes out. He was tired. Some of the older goats that have known him the longest come and join him in the hay.

~~~ Rusl carried the gutted deer on his back as he followed the blood trail from the wolf. He finds Shad. “Hey, Shad. Have you seen a wolf?” he yells as he approaches the scholar.

“Yes, I am guessing that was your sword though it’s leg? It headed that way. I don’t think it’s a threat.” Shad says as he begins to walk back home.

“I am coming with you. The trail leads this way.” Rusl sighs as he continues. They walk together quietly for a moment. “Has Link always been so standoffish with everyone?” Shad asks.

“No, before everything happened he was a big part of this community, like a family member to the entire town. I practically raised him and I hate to see my boy hurting. I just wish I could get him to talk about what’s bothering him. He wasn’t ready to be a hero and was rather naive to the world before this. The wolf’s trail is getting too close to Link’s house and the town for my liking.”

“I understand. But I am not worried this wolf has been around since I got here. I have fed it a few times and it seems friendly enough I noticed it has a chain on its leg and a collar-like thing around its neck. I was hoping to see if I could befriend it because I believe it might have been someone’s pet. Would explain why it’s so tame and its proximity to the village.” Shad theorized as he continued to walk.

They end up in Link’s yard where Epona is resting. They find the sword just outside of Epona’s stall. “I cannot believe the wolf was here and hadn’t hurt the horse. I still do not like this.” Rusl says as he sets the deer down, he picks the sword up and inspects it before putting it back into its sheath. “I hope you’re right about it being tame. Since it appears to have walked into the village.” After saying this Rusl takes off with his deer.

“Yeah, I hope so too,” Shad says as he turns to pet the horse.

~~~

Dawn was edging onto the village of Ordon while Fado was getting up and ready. He was headed out to milk the goats. The barn seemed quieter than normal as he headed into the door.

#tp fanfic #twilight princess #legend of zelda #legend of zelda fanfic #ao3 fanfic #twilight wolf #wolf link #identity reveal #tp

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mrspellcaster · 3 years ago

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THE BEE AND HER HONEY

- Steve Harrington x Nancy’s childhood best-friend F!Reader

summary: reader is nancy’s childhood bestfriend that is returning to hawkins after a few years. hawkins is slightly more handsome than she remembers word count: 3.3k

warnings : alcohol (safe drinking), pet name honey, fluff af, me!! pushing!! my!! ronance!! agenda!!!, (basically a Nancy x Robin subplot) Steve being introspective/reflecting, did i say cute cute fluff, happpy ending, betting

a/n: last part of this series!! i’ve really enjoyed writing it and and seeing all your comments and tags it’s the best feeling so thank you and thank you so much for reading i hope you enjoy!

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The third time Steve Harrington saw you he made plans to see you a fourth time. At his house, where he lives.

He was not sure what came over him, what part of you offset his boyish charm, his ability to think, to speak, to breathe.

You made him nervous.

You made him want to be around you all the time. You made him want to make dumb jokes every second just so you would smile at him.

And he’d dated girls, he knew the ropes, tied them himself. Knew what lines made girls blush or prompted praise or were too clever not to get him a date.

But you scared him, just a little bit. After he got his heart broken by Nancy, he thought he’d learned how to protect himself, so he’d never feel hurt like that again. Steve didn’t know if he could handle that.

Even so, there was a bigger part of Steve that was made brave by you. The part that would do anything to make you laugh or added you to the list of people he would die trying to protect.

There was something he couldn’t name, an affection, something in his chest saying,”this could be right, i think this could be right for me.” and it filled him with something warm and bright and overflowing; which also incited him to rent the tape for Weird Science in preparation of your movie night.

—————-

You haven’t stopped pacing for the past 20 minutes. Not since Steve invited you to watch a movie he likes at his house, where he lives.

Somehow, you ended up in Nancy’s bedroom. The entirety of the past hour was a jumbled blur and you weren’t exactly sure how you ended up there at all; had you driven? No, no you’d taken Mikes bike back, of course, the bike you hadn’t exactly asked to take.

There was one something or rather someone that remained clear in your head. You remembered Steve, him warm and dangerously beautiful, you couldn’t recall anything you said to him but you were sure it was something embarrassing, that was the only way you could to justify the butterflies that lingered in your belly.

Maybe it was a bad idea to go, maybe he’d see you and think no, whatever light I saw inside her is fleeting, she left and returned and she will leave again.

Or maybe he was in fact too good to be true. He was painfully gorgeous, possibly an undead creature of some sort, a vampire or siren? Maybe you were falling straight into his unhinged jaw, straight into his coffin, his awaiting green arms.

You’d told all this to Nancy of course; the soundly blue bird on your shoulder, your rock, your gravity, anchor, etcetera.

However, right now she was nothing short of ill-disposed.

“I don’t understand why your freaking out Bee, he asked you to come see him at work and you did. Now he’s asking you to come over and watch a movie so your going to do that, what’s the big deal?”

“No, I just- Steve, he-,” You throw your arms around wildly like your trying to catch the words you need out of the air, “He’s like a mirage, it’s like, I get to Hawkins, and I’m in the desert right, and I’ve been walking forever and it’s super hot, And I look and I see an oasis, and it’s amazing and there’s water and plants and it’s great. and I try to drink the water, but i’m really just eating handfuls of sand Nance, don’t you see, sand. And then I die of dehydration from the salt concentration IN the sand and- god what am I gonna do.”

Nancy is still sitting on her bed watching you like your something funny, she wonders when you started talking with your hands.

“So- you’re saying Steve is the salt?” She says slowly.

“No! No- i’m saying he’s the illusion Nance, he’s like the pretty oasis that’s really just more sand.”

She makes a face.”Steve is not sand Bee, he’s my friend and I think he likes you and I think you like him and you know if I didn’t trust him he’d be well and gone from my life let alone be anyone in yours, you’re going.”

You stop pacing to face her, your lips spreading slowly in an unconvincing grin, you were afraid she’d say that. “Actually, we’re going..”

Nancy stares at you and your stupid jazz hands with wide eyes. You start talking before she can express her dismay, “Before you say anything Robin was there when me and Steve were talking so just maybe I said that you would come too and just maybe Robin jumped on the idea and was really excited that you were gonna be there because you are going- we’re going to Steve’s house to watch some stupid movie tonight okay. And if you refuse then there’s no way I’m going without you.”

Nancy stops chewing on her lip to open her mouth, close it, then open it again.

“Okay.” She says it slowly, drawing out the syllables like she’s giving herself one last chance to chicken out, but she doesn’t. And she’s made the choice to be brave, you both have.

Twin smiles grow slowly on both your faces, until your both giving into that urge and she’s yelling out her excitement and you can’t help jumping up and down.

You’re both too excited to notice Mike swing the door open, begin to say something, then shut his mouth; watching you both for a moment before closing the door shaking his head muttering,”girls.”

——————

Steve has been staring at his drive way for the past 15 minutes.

It took Robin 16 to throw a crumpled popcorn wrapper at his head.

“Stop worrying Steve.” Her voice is half teasing but not unkind. “They’re coming.”

“But what if they aren’t?” He hasn’t stop frowning out the window.

Steve feels her come to stand next to him and place an uncharacteristically gentle hand on his shoulder, “You told her to come at 7, it’s 6:53.” His eyebrows remain pinched. “Didn’t you say she got lost on her way to Family Video? She’s probably on her way right now lost in the maze that is your secluded neighborhood.”

“She doesn’t have a car, she’d come with Nancy, who always comes early and knows exactly where I live.” Robin stiffens behind him and he turns his head to look at her. “Don’t tell me you’re nervous too.”

“Steeve,” She groans and drops her head,”You know how much I like her. She’s so pretty and smart and perfect, and I’m so-.” She waves her hands around huffing.

They both frown at each other, two rain clouds hovering above an unsuspecting town.

Steve is dubious crossing his arms,”Robin, don’t knock yourself, you’re a super cool person, I know Nance sees that too.”

Her frown wanes slowly until she’s smiling and jabs him with her elbow,”I think Bee has made you soft.”

He rolls his eyes fondly, “Real nice Robin. Thanks for ruining our sweet moment.”

She bumps his shoulder with hers,”Hey dingus you know I love you.” Steve shakes his head but not his smile.”I’ll tell you what, 20 bucks if they’re not here in 5 minutes.”

As she speaks Steve watches a yellow light slowly color her face and he glares at her, “You’re evil you know that.” She holds her hand out and he brushes past her. “I did not agree to that bet!”

He comes to stand behind his door, taking one, two big breaths.

“I got this, I’m Steve Harrington, I’m king.”

“Nice pep talk dumbass.”

“Shut up.”

Steve opens the door.

Nancy stands there, smiling brightly, and he has no reason to be surprised as he is.

She’s pink in the face and glances behind him about 30 times in the 30 seconds of silence his shock serves him. He can see her small tells for how nervous she is, the way she plays with her fingers to stop them shaking and the twitch of her mouth, so very quickly he wraps her in a hug.

“Hey Nance,” He rubs her back and she hums a hi back at him.

Then he sees you. Standing behind her in a pretty blue dress, shining at him, the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

Steve lets Nancy go and he can’t think to close his open mouth.

“Hi.” You’re breathless, and he’s glad you feel whatever it is too.

It’s amazing he’s able to say it back because right now Steve’s thoughts are exclusively on he question of how someone could look so gorgeous under his dingy porch light.

You’re amazed you are still standing up right. The way Steve’s looking at you makes your knees weak; you can feel all the blood rushing to your face, all the air in your lungs, like you’ve been struck by lightning and are now overly aware of your body.

The lightning bolt himself moves out of the doorway and you walk into his house.

You blink away the bright lights and then Steve, the brightest light of them all, is standing front of you again.

He puts his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “Do- do you want anything to drink? I’ve got juice, water, beer, coke, whatever you want.”

You look around the room slowly,”Uh, do you have anything.. um stronger?”

Something in his eyes shines, something like bewilderment that quickly melts into amusement.

His lips curve upward,”Follow me.”

Steve starts walking through his house and you spare a glance at Robin and Nancy who are standing an uncomfortable distance apart and both individually giving you a thumbs up.

You breathe out through your mouth and follow him.

He takes you to a wine cabinet, mahogany wood with intricate detailing on the corners, locked by a small keyhole and full of the nicest looking alcohol you’ve ever seen. Steve picks up a flower pot of daisies sitting on a stool nearby. You try not to think about how big his hand looks around its neck. He takes the key from under it and unlocks the cabinet, turning around to smile at your stunned expression.

He makes a hand waving gesture and your eyes can’t help following it,”Pick your poison.” Taking a step forward, you run your fingers over the bottle necks and halt suddenly on bottle of vodka.

Steve chokes on a laugh and you turn to him with your eyebrows raised. “Nothing, just- Smirnoff that’s uh, not what I was expecting.”

You tilt your head at him,”What do I not seem like a Vodka girl to you Steve?”

He blushes,”No, I- I didn’t mean, It’s not that I just-“

Your snickering laugh stops him,”I get it. Now where are your shot glasses?”

Two shots get knocked back in the minute it takes you to pour them. Steve watches you intently, half amazed and half concerned with your eagerness to be tipsy.

You notice the frown he didn’t realize he was making and bite your lip. “I’m sorry, I just.” You again look for the words,”I think, tonight, I need to be brave.”

A flicker in his eye, a light lit then immediately extinguished returns far brighter. “Oh.” He breathes.

Steve’s mouth makes the shape of a small smile and you follow him to the living room where Robin was bringing Nancy a bag of freshly made popcorn.

The couch was generously big enough for all four of you, but there was a suffocating hesitation present in everyone tonight, the air thick with it.

Tonight you will be brave

You sit next to next to Nancy on the middle of the couch, looking between Steve expectantly and the free spot next to you.

He takes the hint.

Suddenly you’re noticeably warmer. You think it’s incredible how hot his body must run, and how nice it feels to be sitting next to him.

Steve is nervous. When did his palms get so sweaty? He wipes them on his jeans. You smell so nice, like vanilla and something floral, he takes a deep breath in.

“Robin.” Did his voice just crack? He hopes you didn’t notice. “Can you start the movie.”

She looks at him, clearly trying to non verbally convey a message that Steve is too dazed to understand,”Sure, Steve.” She says through gritted teeth.

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At minute 20 of the movie it was dead silent.

Well not exactly, there was the white noise of the droning movie from Steve’s television. The only other sound was Robin trying and failing to quietly eat the popcorn she made.

Both you and Nancy were leaned forward staring attentively at the screen. Steve kept sparing glances at your expression, watching to see if you laughed at the jokes he thought was funny, cringed at the parts he thought were dumb, you did.

But the silence was getting to him. Was it bad he invited you to his house to watch a movie in silence? You could’ve gone to the theatre, he would’ve taken you there, would’ve done anything you asked.

Steve watched as Robin tried to minimize the sound of her eating by chewing more slowly, but that only prolonged the noise.

He leaned back against the couch and tried to get her attention. He opened his mouth to whisper, but caught himself when he realized just how close his mouth was to your ear, in that same moment you shivered at the feeling of his hot breath on your skin.

He opted for leaning father over the back of the couch and hitting her with his outstretched fingertips.

Robin held her arm protectively and glared at Steve.

He mouthed,”Kitchen.”

“What?”

“Kit-chen.”

She gave him a confused look but nodded clearing her throat,”Me and Steve, we are going to uh girl talk- not girl talk- Steve’s not a- I mean like talk about girls, not you girls! Just girls, conceptually, in general?” The screen catches her eye. “Like this lady, what’s her deal right?”

You don’t turn away from the television, “Well, she’s like a robot kind of person that the two boys created with their computer by hacking into government databases.” You look at Robin and smile,”She’s like Frankenstein’s monster.”

Robin returns your smile and slowly backs away until she’s out of view. Steve quickly takes his leave as well and follows her to the kitchen where he finds her sitting on the ground still eating the popcorn she made.

“Frankenstein’s monster if he was a super hot mom, this movie is awesome.”

Steve crouches down to sit next to her,”I’m glad you think so.

She turns her body to face him,”What’s up Steven?”

“Do you think they’re having fun? Nobody saying anything is kind of freaking me out.”

“Hey, hey, Id be more bothered if they were talking during the movie. Bee is only watching it because you said you liked it, she’s watching it for you Steve. I think it’s sweet how much she’s invested.”

Steve hadn’t considered that, if he was honest he wasn’t as passionate for the movie as he was for hanging out with you. It was more an excuse to spend time with you.

His heart was warm. Robin leaned against him,”Alright captain what’s our next move?”

“I think we should talk to them, alone, separately. I think you need to tell Nancy how you feel.”

Robin laughed disbelieving,”That’s a pretty big step especially for me. You do know it took me 6 months longer than all the other babies to walk.”

“That explains a lot- Ow!” Robin pinched his arm. “Where have your baby steps gotten you up to now?” She glares at him and his stupid rationality and Steve catches onto her hesitation. “You only have to be brave once. Just for a moment, and then everything will work itself out.”

“You’re sure?”

“How could it not? Think of everything that’s happened in just the past year, and here we are watching a movie with the girls we like, we’ve survived being captured by Russians, you can survive an honest conversation Nancy Wheeler.”

“Have you seen her with a gun??”

Steve laughs, it’s easy,”You’re just lucky you haven’t been on the other end of Nancy with a gun.”

They came back into the living room just in time to hear your whispering conversation with Nancy abruptly end. Both of you sitting up unnaturally straight up with sheepish expressions at being caught.

“How did your girl talk go?” You ask and you mean it.

Robin holds her hands intertwined in front of her, “Um, well I think that I need to talk to a certain girl, outside maybe, if she doesn’t mind.”

Nancy is flushed, unusually still and gazing at Robin with shiny eyes. They stare at each other for a moment then Nancy breathes,” Okay.”

You watch your best friend stand, shaking slightly, you watch Robin open the door for her, watch the two girls float after each other.

The cushion shifts slightly as you feel Steve sit down next to you.

“I think she really likes her.” You think out-loud, you’ve never seen Nancy like that, light like that.

“Yeah-“ He pauses, “Wait, how do you know Robin likes Nancy?”

You completely turn around to face him, knee knocking his. “Robin likes Nancy! That’s the best news I’ve heard since-“ It’s hard to think when Steve’s looking at you like that, like you’re golden.

He grins at you,”I’ll bet you 20 dollars they get together by the end of the night.”

You raise an eyebrow grinning,”By the end of this movie.”

“Oh you are so on.”

Eyes twinkling, locked in on each other. And neither of you can remember what you were talking about, Steve’s thinking about your eyes and what the something he doesn’t recognize that flashes in your eyes could be.

“What?”

Twisting the ring on your index suddenly becomes terribly interesting ,”Nothing it’s just, uh,” You look at your hands in your lap.”You’re not really the Steve Nancy wrote to me about.

His expression flickers from something dejected to more thoughtful. “I- uh, well the past few years have, have really changed the way I live. The people I’ve met, these people I love, they help me grow and be better, and I’m still growing and learning, everyday, and I’m so thankful for all these people for helping me find my way, especially Nance.” Steve scratches the back of his neck,”I was alone for a lot of my life, I had all these friends that didn’t care about me or just liked me for my name. And well, the old parents were never around to begin with so I just thought- I just thought I could get away without needing anyone. But the people in my life are everything to me, they mean everything to me and I’m very lucky to be where I am. So yeah, I’m not him, but if I needed to be him to be who I am now then I’m glad.”

He looks up to see you looking at him so affectionately, he blooms like a daisy under your stare.

Steve wasn’t expecting you to kiss him on the cheek, but now you have he’s sure there’s nothing sweeter.

He grins smugly but his blush gives him away, his eyes drop to your lips.

Steve feigns a yawn only to stretch so he can place one arm behind you on the back of the couch. You give him an unimpressed look, “Real smooth honey.”

He’s glowing, he leans his face closer to yours,”Honey? I like that.”He is still staring at your mouth,”The Bee and her Honey.”

A whisper, “Can I kiss you?”

A smile,”Please do honey”

Outside by the pool, Nancy and Robin are smiling at you through the window, fingers intertwined, standing closely together, shoulders brushing.

Nancy curses.

“What?”

“I bet Bee $20 that I would kiss you before she kissed Steve.”

Robin laughs, Nancy’s favorite sound,”Well I can’t fix that, but I think I can help with something else.”

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musings-and-moans · 2 years ago

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features: sukuna!jotaro kujo (Jotaro as Sukuna) (think of 4taro in this) x fem!reader (afab! reader, she/her pronouns)

submission for: @discordkittenjoestar’s “𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕞𝕖” Collab (thank you so much for organizing this and yes this is the first jotaro smut i am posting here, there is more to come😭)

setting: monster au, jjk au | networks: @tokyometronetwork

synopsis: you’re a transfer student, coming from a line of jujutsu sorcerers, trying to live a normal life while secretly training to be a jujutsu sorcerer yourself. what would happen though, if the King of Curses, would catch hold of you in a dark alleyway? And he’s attractive no less. would you trade it all, and join the dark side, for a night of sensual passion?

song: slow down — chase atlantic | wc: 2260 😭

warnings: not beta read, we die like real people /j /lh , porn with plot, jotaro has four arms and two dicks hehe, fingering, dom!jotaro pretty much, dub-con (if you squint), oral (f!receiving/cunnilingus), slight bondage (‘cause hands are pinned to the wall), praise kink, cervix fucking, technically monster fucking, rough sex, unprotected sex, anal sex (yes I am choosing to write this ‘cause progress, i will not always be writing this though), mentions of pet names(sweetheart, darling), mentions of killing in the end, explicit smut, rough sex, squirting, overstimulation and creampie, sir kink (maybe, sorta), breeding kink, brat taming (if you squint through) (also please do lmk if i’ve missed anything or not tagged appropriately thank you ❤️)

(taglist form / @shynahasabookshelf)

A/N: Okay, yes yes I was going to write some musician!Jotaro smut some time but I’d spoken with @kagejima once so she knows that I’d been working on this. Plus, this was a spur-of-a-moment decision and a great one at that :D:D Plus, you all know how much I love this man with all of my heart, so this is for y'all to see.💕 and plus, this was written with Jotaro and my JoJo OC, Anika Sen ( @anikasenkujo ) in mind, so this is highly self-indulgent. Reblogs, comments, and likes, especially reblogs are highly appreciated, but reposts are not allowed. ALSO, MINORS, AGELESS BLOGS, BLANK BLOGS, STAY THE HECK AWAY FROM THIS POST OR MY BLOG IN GENERAL PLEASE, AND THANK YOU 💖

You’d wrapped your legs around his waist with two of his arms around your waist and the other two arms pinning your arms on the wall as he heavily thrust into both of your holes.

“Tell me. Who do you belong to?” He commanded an answer from you as one of his cocks hit you so hard that it kissed the spot within, causing you to moan non-stop, babbling something inaudible as he kept bruising your cervix and your other hole with his merciless thirsts. “Who?”

“I, I, I—” you were unable to answer that you never felt so good like this before, and he found the sight of you being left at his mercy quite delightful.

“Slow down, sir. Please, I’m yours. I’ll choose to serve you, please, please let me cum…” you mewled, and whimpered, unable to speak again, begging for a sense of respite. “Please let me—” you couldn’t complete as you let out a shrill gasp with your eyes rolling at the back of the head, as you started spasming, and a clear fluid started to ooze out of you. The coil in you finally snapped and then some. Even so, he didn’t stop. He would not stop until he painted your inner walls white and filled you up to the brim, to let you know that you would belong to no one else but him.

Every negative emotion has some amount of cursed energy in it, and almost everyone possesses this said energy. However, an amount of it that’s higher than a certain degree can cause a select few to see curses.

But since there exists the concept of free will, to choose what we do with the cursed energy that we see, there are different groups of people that lurk around in this world: the ones who are unable to defend themselves by using jujutsu (non-sorcerers), the ones that use sorcery methods for evil (curse users) and the ones that use sorcery methods for good (sorcerers).

The world we live in is spiritually made up of good and evil. We have the same kind of balance within us. As established before, we’re more than capable of choosing what’s right and what’s wrong. But, what if the good in you is stolen by something so sinister, so vile to the world, but so tempting, alluring, and satisfying that it consumes everything in you?

The streets of Tokyo were a menace these days. Crime rates had increased substantially, but this didn’t stop you, a transfer student, from walking along the streets of downtown in the middle of the night. There was no care in the world that could prevent you from doing so, as you were busy listening to the music and taking in some fresh air until you felt a large ominous presence looming over you. You were aware that you could sense the presence of curses, and were secretly training to be a jujutsu sorcerer, to fight against them and to carry on the tradition that your family set for you. Walking faster in fear, you passed a dark alleyway where you were grabbed by a burly hand and pinned against the wall.

You froze in fear as a menacing figure crept out of the shadows, smirking at you. It seemed as though the incandescent moon decided to shine its light on this 6’5” tall abomination while it approached you.

Evil took the form of the legendary Jotaro Kujo, the King of Curses, who seemed to be oozing confidence when he approached you. As he appeared before you in a white kimono with black edges, jet-raven hair with bits of curls that shone in the moonlight, and had tattoos around his face, some going to his chest as his kimono was loosely tightened, his wrists and…four forearms? Your eyes widened as you saw that he had not two, but four arms, and while his face was adorned with the prettiest teal eyes you’d seen, you’d slyly noticed the second set of eyes underneath them. Gasping and leaning against the wall a little too hard, causing you to arch your back subconsciously, he let out his bottom arms to catch hold of you.

“Woah, woah, steady there! I don’t mean any harm,” he smirked at you, to which you scoffed while he approached you, “Well, you don’t seem like it. What do you want from me? I’ll have you know I—” your shrill voice was muffled as he placed one of his top hands over your mouth, and shushed you with another. “I guess you were about to say that you’ll have me know that you’re a jujutsu sorcerer too, right, (Y/N)-chan?” you eyes widened in profound shock. How the hell did he come to know of you existence?

With his maniacal laugh spreading across the sky, the cerulean-eyed monster whispered, “Did you really think I wouldn't know, (Y/N) (L/N)? Did you think your ancestors killing me would release me from this Earth's clutches? Hah! No, far from it!” As your eyes stared into the abyss in his irises, you began to tremble, fear slowly taking hold.

As you were about to push him, he pulled back, smirked again, used his other arms to pin your arms to the wall tighter and proposed, “I have an offer that you can’t refuse, sweetheart. I’ll let you go. Scot-free. However, there are two conditions that you’ll need to fulfill: One,” he then decides to whisper again with a sinister wink, “you join the dark side. Join forces with me, (Y/N)-chan. Leave everyone behind, and I’ll provide you with everything you need.”

As his arms grew increasingly powerful over you, you were beginning to feel something that you wasn't supposed to feel; a feeling that you slowly began to relish. There surely was something strangely good about it, although you were unsure of what it was. As he continued to speak, he let go of one arm that was pinning your arms, to rub your clothed sex beneath your skirt, causing you to whimper and whine, "And secondly, I get to have you here right now, in this hall,in a night of passion.” A night of—wait, does he want to have sex with you in this alleyway?

“Let me be clear before you say no. Since I am the King of Curses, these mere mortals can't even detect my presence until I strike them. However, the only ones that can see us, or rather see me, are people like you who supposedly use their power for good. But, tell me something, what good does it do to be a jujutsu sorcerer, hmm? Your family risks themselves on the line for you, and in order to not have any harm be caused to you, they got you to transfer here, am I right?” Panic started to set in when you heard how accurate he was, describing your situation to the t.

He then places your panties aside, letting the cold wind graze your pussy as his hand starts to now rub you down there, your whimpers increasing. As his thick fingers started to play with your sensitive clit, he responded, “Oh? So you’re already wet for me, hmm? Don’t worry, I’m not interested in splitting you in half and leaving you out to dry,” he smirks, “I’m going to take care of you. I might just start with tasting you until you grind and ride my tongue. You'll end up begging for more. Then, if I am feeling particularly generous, I would give you my cocks. One at a time, or if you prefer, at once.” Wait a moment, cocks? He has more than one?

“Sir,” you broke your silence as your whimpers were slowly turning to moans, “If this is the only way I can be let go, I’d like this to happen for one night only.” This compromise was fair, according to you. You were not going to lie, despite him being a force to reckon with, he was alluring. He was hot, and clearly fuckable. What’s the harm in having this for one night, you thought to youself. With a wicked smile on his face, he responded, “See, we’re now making progress!” His warm breath tickles your cheek as his digits start to enter you, with a mouth suddenly appearing from the palm of his hand and his tongue licking your clit, your moans starting to turn to cries.

“But no. I will fill you up so fucking much, your belly will swell and your tight cunt will be overflowing with my seed, and that’s not all. I’ll take control over your other hole and ruin you. Then, you’ll be begging for another night of passion, again, again, and again! Darling, you are going to join the dark side, and I’ll fuck that into you to make sure.”

It’d been hours since you’d been crying, begging for mercy, with both of your clothes strewn across the hallway. Despite him kissing you all over with his mouths appearing from everywhere, he commanded you to hold your orgasm in. Whining in resistance, you wrapped your legs around his waist with two of his arms around your waist and the other two arms pinning your arms on the wall as he heavily thrust into both of your holes.

You’d never been into anal before, and you’d not imagined that his two girthy cocks would fit inside you, but he made them fit, saying that you “didn’t need any preparation,” and your vision started becoming blurry with tears. You felt that he was so good, that this could never just be a one-night only thing. He had to have his way with you every night, he was the King, after all.

“Tell me. Who do you belong to?” He commanded an answer from you as one of his cocks hit you so hard that it kissed the g-spot, causing you to moan non-stop, babbling something inaudible as he kept bruising your cervix and your other hole with his merciless thirsts.

“I, I, I—” you were unable to answer that you never felt so good like this before, and he found the sight of you being left at his mercy delightful.

“Slow down, sir. Please, I’m yours. I’ll choose to serve you, please, please let me cum…” you mewled, babbled and whimpered, unable to speak again, begging for a sense of respite. “Please let me—” you couldn’t complete as you let out a shrill gasp with you eyes rolling at the back of the head, as a clear fluid started to ooze out of you. The coil in you finally snapped and then some. Even so, he didn’t stop. He would not stop until he painted you inner walls of both the holes white and filled you up to the brim, to let you know that you would belong to no one else but him.

For a fleeting moment, you thought of wanting to escape. Though, there was no one that could come to your rescue. How could they? The Menacing King was on a rampage, and news kept talking about his images being circulated around, and the fact that he’s very sly and always taking to the shadows, made him difficult to be found. Also, he had established his domain, Star Platinum, a starry barrier that would prevent anyone else from seeing the sinful act they were committing. So, as Jotaro kept drilling you, your moans were loud enough to catch people’s attention, but they were muffled by the barrier,and even if they knew where the voice was coming from, knowing he would be on the loose and start killing anyone who’d come in his way of being physically sated, people would choose to ignore you cries for their lives’ sake.

Contrary to what people would think, however, they weren’t cries of help at all, they were cries of pleasure. You loved that he’d taken notice of you, and was willing to ruin you until you joined the dark side. As he kept fucking into you, with both of you chasing your releases, you kept moaning, “I’ll forever be yours, Jotaro, sir. I’ll forever serve you. Please let me cum, please, please, pleaseeeee,”

It was when he noticed that you were truly enjoying this sensual reverie that that’s when his thrusts eventually became sloppier and with one final thrust, both of his hardened lengths twitched inside both of your holes, pouring his warm essence into you and riding out his orgasm.

As he stopped, and the gasps faded, Jotaro seemed to let go of your arms, with you about to fall, until he caught you, pulled you close to him and you shared a passionate kiss with his other set of hands, now free, cupping your cheeks. As you released youself from the kiss, you panted, all fucked-out but he was not willing to let you go so soon.

“So, will you be joining by my side?” He threw a knowing smile your way, knowing what your answer will be. With your lips enveloping in one passionate kiss, you whispered, “As long as you don’t keep slowing down like this, sir, I’ll be forever bound to you.”

With a wicked grin, he let out a rasp, “Now that’s my girl.” He felt himself hardening again, so he started to grind against you, “Now, on to the next point of our discussion, I’m going to need you to kill someone for me. You’d do that for me, won’t you, (Y/N)-chan?”

#iyrtycsm collab #tokyometronetwork #jotaro smut #jotaro kujo smut #jotaro kujo x afab!reader #jotaro kujo x reader #jjba jotaro #jotaro kujo x you #monster au #jjba smut #shy’s a slave for jotaro kujo

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f10werfae · 3 years ago

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Chris Evans Dad Scenarios #1

Pairing : Chris Evans x Female! Reader

- Fluff

Summary: Adventures of Chris taking on the role of a father, with Y/n by his side

Word count: 966

Requests are open!

Likes, Re-blogs and Comments are appreciated♥️

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When you lose sleep over your newborn 👶

(Y/n’s P.O.V)

My ears were ringing as Noah had woken up for the fifth time tonight, and it was only 3am. I mean I was always warned about how much sleep I would lose with a newborn baby, but nothing would prepare me for this.

I took a huff, about to get up for the third time tonight, until I felt Chris get up before me.

“It’s ok babe, I got this, you catch up on some sleep. I know how tired you are” He said half asleep kissing my forehead, putting on his slippers, slipping away to our baby's nursery. Slowly feeling the sleep pulling at my eyes.

(Chris' P.O.V)

I watched Y/n fall asleep, her long eyelashes touching her cheeks. God I am so in love with her.

I walked out into the hallway, heading towards Noah's nursery hearing his cries start to die down.

“What’s got you up little man? Your momma needs sleep you know?” I said teasingly picking him up, his cries now subsided to whimpers as his tiny hand fisted my shirt. His head laying on my chest, as I shushed him padding around his room.

Y/n and I had decorated his room into Andy's room from Toy Story, with both of us loving Disney so much, it only made sense.

“bwuhbwhwh” Noah whimpered, his arms starting to thrash around, his mouth clearly trying to find a nipple.

“Sorry bud, dads got no milk in there for ya. But I do think your gorgeous mum pumped some for you before bed” I said chuckling pulling him away from my chest to hold him in front of me, before putting him back against me with his head overlooking my shoulder.

Walking down the stairs, I brought us into the kitchen holding him in my left arm as I got the milk before heating it up. Once it was done, setting Noah down into his seat, I sprayed a bit of milk onto my wrist checking the temperature before picking Noah up again.

Noah wasn’t able to fully support his head yet, so here I was holding the bottle for him, watching as his eyes curiously looked around my face while his tiny hands played with my fingers clasped around the bottle.

“Got me wrapped around your finger little man, both you and your momma that is. Don’t tell her that though, can’t have her knowing I can’t say no to either of you. I love you both so much” I cooed kissing his head, feeling his thin but growing hair.

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Stepfather! Chris bonds with Y/n's kids

(Y/n's P.O.V)

I held my three year old daughter Lucy's hand as we walked towards Chris' house. Today was the first day they’d ever be meeting each other since Chris and I had started seeing each other 6 months ago; to be honest I was shitting bricks.

Lucy's father was a deadbeat who ran away when he found out I was pregnant after a stupid one night stand when I was 22, but at least I had my angel with me. I wouldn’t trade her for the world.

Chris despite having no kids, was so excited to meet Lucy, constantly asking about her and especially interested at her progress in kindergarten. I made myself smile at that thought.

“Ok Lucy, do you want to knock the door?” I asked her, watching as her tiny hand slapped the door twice. Dodger's barking filled our ears, listening as we heard Chris tell him to calm down and not to scare off Lucy.

The door opened, revealing Chris in a white tank top and grey sweatpants, the widest smile on his face as he looked at me then Lucy.

Bending down to Lucy’s height,

“Lucy say hi to Chris, and this is his dog dodger” I said holding her hand out to pet dodger who stood between Chris' legs.

Before Chris also bent down to Lucy's level, “Hey there Lucy, i’ve heard so much about you from your mom, do you want to come inside?” Chris said asking, his hands on his knees.

Lucy nodded, but did the unexpected, she held out her hand ushering for Chris to hold it. My heart warmed, seeing Chris look at me with widened eyes taking a hold of Lucy's hand and leading her into the house.

I followed behind them, with Chris leading her towards the living room. Lucy's favourite cartoons I had told him about were already set up on the TV. I chuckled lightly watching Lucy try to climb up onto the higher couch, before Chris had to lift her up.

Walking over I sat beside Chris, feeling one of his arms wrap around me, while his other hand was around Lucy. Surprisingly Lucy seemed to be adjusting to Chris' presence well.

I know this because, not even ten minutes later she had crawled her way into his lap. Making herself comfortable, sitting in between his legs while laying back against his chest. Chris looked at me, his eyes tearing up.

“Babe are you okay?” I said laughing, brushing away the stray tears.

“Yeah, I just, love her so much already. She’s like a mini you” He said kissing me softly grabbing my hand and holding it on his lap.

“mHmm” We heard making us pulling away, Lucy had started whimpering.

“What’s wrong Luce?” I said looking at her, without getting a reply she just pulled Chris and I's hands apart, then slotting her hand in with Chris' making me burst out in laughter.

Chris followed playing along with Lucy's games pushing me away from them both.

“He’s my daddy mommy, not yours” Lucy said, instantly catching Chris and I's attention, but in the best way possible.

#chris evans imagine #chris evans x reader #girlfriend #x reader #fluff #romance #imagine #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans #marvel #writerscorner #oneshots #x reader insert #boyfriend imagine #rpf

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absolutelyfizzing · 3 years ago

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little dove

loki x reader

description - Loki acted so caring around you, more so than anyone else in his life. He loved to take care of you, especially when you had a long day, and he got teased by some of the team for it.

warnings - fem reader, cute loki and pet names, implications of gender fluid loki?, reader gets picked up, slight implications of a nsfw theme the night before

word count - 1900

A/N - this is a pretty plotless blurb but i just love this man, i have been obsessed with the new series and just wanted to write anything about him. i will inevitably be writing for him more so please end me now. there are no spoilers for the new series and it takes place in an AU after new york but pretty much otherwise out of timeline. all the avengers live at the compound together, endgame didnt happen and no i wont talk about it.

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Loki was not someone who was overly friendly. To most of the people in the compound, he was courteous at best. That rule, however, was bent occasionally. The only exceptions were you and his brother (some of the time). He had been smitten with you the moment he saw you though he would never admit it. You were bubbly and light and the exact opposite of him. You were so friendly and kind that it almost made him want to be the same.

You were kind to him, which he was shocked by. Most of the people in the compound tolerated him but they were never caught being too nice. You, on the other hand, were friendly to him the day you met him.

You weren't an Avenger, you weren't really even a fighter. You were a genius in the medical field as well as the unofficial caretaker of everyone on the team. You made sure that they all ate, they didn't overwork themselves, that they were getting enough sleep every night because they were your closest friends. Everyone listened to you. You had this power over them all that they just wanted to make sure you were happy and that meant they wanted to do what you asked of them. They tried their best to take care of you as well.

When you met Loki and were very nice to him, he expected some ulterior motive. He assumed that there was something you wanted or that you would gain his trust and then humiliate him later. So he kept his guard up. This was proved wrong over the months to come. He noticed that you were that kind to everyone and you were just happy to be around other people. He let you in over time.

You became the only person who he opened up to, even more than his brother. You would keep him company even when he lashed out at others and when he was filled with guilt. You forgave him for his past without question and opened up to him as well. It took probably 3 months for Loki to realize that he was in love with you.

He couldn't believe himself. In love with a midgardian? What was he thinking?

But it was undeniable and uncontrollable. He just couldn't help himself. You would read to him and watch movies with him. You would braid his hair when he was stressed and would teach him how to cook when he asked. You were just everything to him. It took him a long time to confess. He was terrified that you would reject him. You could have had anyone you wanted, why would you choose him?

When he did confess, you were thrilled and he couldn't believe it. You kissed him and he thought he could die happy right then and there. He had never felt this much love for anyone besides his mother.

You continued to break his walls down and he fell deeper in love with you every day. He didn't, however, change his behavior towards others very much. He had grown closer to the team, having regained some trust from them all. He was no longer aggressive and he tried very hard not to lash out. Most of that was out of his own desire to be trusted. He realized that he was going to have to make his life work to remain with you and he slowly learned that most of the people in the compound weren't actually as awful as he might have originally guessed. That didn't mean that his personality changed toward them though. He was still slightly cold and short. He wouldn't smile too much and he was what some might call grumpy most of the time.

That only changed around you and everyone noticed. Loki got teased for it constantly and he couldn't care less. He just wanted to make you happy and he had no regard for what anyone thought of your relationship.

He was waiting patiently in the common area of the compound on the couch. Steve and Rhodey were sat on the couch watching something that Loki didn't recognize or care for, it was some kind of reality TV. When he heard the elevator door open he looked toward the door and you were walking towards him. A grin spread over his face and his posture relaxed. He could hear the men on the couch scoff at his sudden change in demeanor. When you got close to him he picked you up and pulled you to straddle his hips on his lap and immediately began kissing all over you. You buried your face in his chest and he kissed your hair.

"How are you, my love?" He mumbled sweetly and you hummed. "Long day?" he questioned and you nodded in affirmation. "Lets go get you some food then, yes?" He asked lightly and you hummed happily. He picked you up and you clung to him, arms and legs wrapping around him. He carried you with ease toward the kitchen. It shocked you sometimes how much he could lift and how easily he lifted you but you had to remind yourself that he was indeed a god.

"How come you never treat us that way?" Rhodey called from the couch and Loki grumbled a bit.

"Oh I'm sorry did you want me to pick you up and make you some tea?" He asked sarcastically and you giggled from where your face was pressed into his chest. He smiled at the fact that he had gotten you to laugh and he set you on the countertop. He tried to pull away to make you some food but you did not let him leave you, still holding on to the front of the shirt that he was wearing. "Do you want to talk about your day?" He asked sweetly, kissing your forehead lightly. You gazed up at him lovingly and his heart skipped a beat.

"I'm just tired. People are annoying and I didn't exactly sleep much last night." You winked at the last part. He smirked at your comment.

"I'm sorry, my love. I was under the impression that you enjoyed what we did last night but I would be happy to give you plenty of time to sleep tonight if that's what you would prefer." he teased and you punched him lightly in the chest.

"Okay fine you're right, I like getting kept up." You confessed. You paused for a moment and his eyes remained on you as he waited patiently for you to continue. "I was mistaken for an intern again today. You would think that after over a year of working here that people would recognize my name and my work but today there were some new investors walking through the facility. When they came to look at my work they started to talk to one of my coworkers and then turned to me to ask me to get them a coffee order while they waited for the doctor to arrive." You grumbled, your mood now sour at the memory. Loki frowned and he felt his anger begin to take shape inside of him. His eyes flashed green for a moment.

"Would you like me to go and teach them a lesson? Perhaps just to mildly terrify them?" he asked, fully serious. That cheered you up plenty and you chuckled. Loki knew that you were laughing because of the absurdity of his statement and the fact that he was dead serious but he was just happy to see you smile again. "I will never understand the midgardian obsession with gender roles. Though I suppose my own identity is more fluid than most asgardians as well." He confessed and you brought your hand to rest on the side of his face. He leaned his head into your hand as he beamed at you. You loved when he compared his home to yours. It reminded you just how powerful he was and that he still chose to spend his days with you. There was suddenly a flash of green before he held his hand out to you, now holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. When you gasped and moved to grab them he slipped from your grasp to move towards the refrigerator.

"Hey that's not fair, you tricked me." You pouted at him, now grumbling that you couldn't hold him anymore.

"Little dove, I cannot make you food when you hold onto me. When I am finished cooking then you can stay with me for as long as you would like." He promised and you nodded solemnly. He quickly pressed another kiss to your cheek before moving around the kitchen to prepare you waffles as he often did when you were having a long day. You observed the beautiful flowers in your hand and watched him as he moved around the kitchen, a million times more comfortable than he had been when he first moved into the compound. You talked contentedly with the people passing by as well as the man who was diligently trying to improve your mood. Occasionally one of the other team members would walk by and laugh a bit at how caring he was acting toward you, all of them just happy you were content though. Eventually Thor stopped by while Loki put some batter into the waffle iron and sliced some fruit.

"You know, this is the happiest I have ever seen him." He stated simply, a smile in is voice.

"It's the happiest I've been too." You responded with a small grin.

"The last time I saw him open up to someone the way that he opens up to you was on Asgard with our mother. She would be happy to see him being so vulnerable again." He patted your back and walked away as tears started to come to your eyes. The brothers would talk of their mother sometimes and Loki often mention the fact that he believed she would have loved you, if not for your own personality then for what you did for her son. You wished that you could meet her.

You were suddenly taken out of your thoughts by someone handing you a plate of waffles and sliced up fruit with a little container of syrup on the side. You looked up at Loki and nearly cried right there. You put the plate aside for a moment to reach out and pull him into a crushing hug. He was a bit startled but responded quickly, a hand going to the back of your head and his fingers brushing through your hair soothingly.

"Did something happen, my love?" He asked softly and you sniffled a bit.

"Just love you and I'm very thankful for everything you do for me." You got out and he affirmed to himself that he would die for you in an instant.

"I love you too, darling, but I slaved away at those waffles and now they are getting cold." He teased and he kissed your hair gently. You took a deep breath before pulling away, looking up at him with love. You smiled and then hopped off of the counter. He walked with you over to the dining table where he sat next to you and serenely waited as you ate, the food lifting your spirits a bit and easing your anxiety of the day. You planned on spending the rest of it with the man next to you as well as every day after that.

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