#i almost set the mac n cheese on fire

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please more dadrry i am begging you. literally on my knees right now. i need more he is genuinely the hottest man ever and i am delusional enough to believe i am married to him. PLEASE

LOVE ME LIKE YOU DO

SUMMARY Y/n and Harry have sex in the kitchen.

CONTENT WARNING, smut (Minors DNI), UNPROTECTED KITCHEN SEX, oral (fem receive), creamiepie

WORD COUNT 3,582 words

i don’t know if you want smut or fluff so i gave you heavy smut:) we all love dadrry! enjoy this till the next harry x angel is out.

“I’m sorry, daddy,” The small child apologizes softly with her voice full of innocence, when the small blue cup tips and the lemonade spills on her father’s grey t-shirt, immediately printing a dark patch on the fabric. Fortunately, Harry caught the cup before it could drop on the floor. Harry’s quick to give his child an assuring smile, shaking his head. The cool beverage sinking into his shirt, sticking against his skin uncomfortably, but he’s brushing it off, not wanting his baby to think they did wrong.

“It’s okay, baby. It’s not a big problem, just a little spill, alright?” The little girl nods then scoops up a spoon full of mac and cheese while her dad grabbed napkins for his shirt.

A curious Y/n walked out of the laundry room just to see her husband removing his t-shirt. As old as they were, the years they’ve been together, it never failed to make her heart skip a beat. The back muscles came into view. As if she was 18 all over again, seeing this beautiful tatted teen for the first time. His toned back and his tense muscles relax as he finally got the wet cotton off him.

When he turns to see his wife he nodded towards her, acknowledging her presence in the room.

“What’s going on in here?” Harry’s head swoons l to the warm chirp of his wife’s voice. She stands in her dark red pajama silk set, her hair tied up, the sight forming immediate heart eyes in his pupils.

Their son was first to speak out, “She spilled her juice on Daddy!” Maeve’s eyebrows knitted as she’s appalled her brother called her out. “No, no. It was an accident,” She whined, dropping her small spoon on her plate.

“It was an accident, darling. Don’t worry about it anymore. You two finish up soon.” Harry told his his daughter before looking up at Y/n asking, “Did you already throw in the load?” He asks, patting down the damp area, the smell of lemon reflecting off him. He walked closer to Y/n, who gave him a nod.

“Yes, but thankfully I didn’t start it yet. I came out when I heard… this.” She grinned, referring to his wet shirt. She steps closer to him taking the shirt from his hands saying, “I’ll take this. Can you get the plates in the sink and baths ready?”

“Yes and yes. Thank you, love,” he said, pressing an innocent kiss to his wife’s temple with an arm around the small of her back. Little did he know that started a fire in her.

Being in love for almost two decades now, had four kids, and he still turned her on. Not much has changed. Yes, he grew a little belly but the dad bod look on him turned her on more. Yes, he grew a bit grey but it was even hotter. He was still the sexiest man she’s ever met. This weekend resulted in two out of their four children being home. For the weekend, their thirteen-year-old daughter and fifteen-year-old son spent the night at their friends’ house. Fortunately, they’re together because the friends are also siblings and Y/n and Harry trusted their parents, Ruth and Austin, considering they have been friends for years. They missed the kids, greatly. But it wasn’t like they were fully free to do whatever. They still had the two youngest in the house, and usually, they are a handful when their older siblings are around to bother them. But now they don’t have anyone to both but each other.

Harry and Y/n’s sex life was probably better than the average married couple’s with four kids. Although, as the kids grew older and more to themselves, Harry found himself getting less private time with his wife. The teens became teens who stayed up past midnight, whether it’s listening to music, binging their favorite shows, playing a video game, or on FaceTime with their friends, they were up. The two parents didn’t completely lack a sex life because they were always willing to have each other— just depending on the circumstances.

The rest of the night she couldn’t help but have butterflies in her tummy whenever her husband would do something. He looked really hot. A little excited she got that familiar feeling of arousal in her core as much as it pained her all night.

But about 30 minutes after the kids baths, they were sleeping safe and sound. Just tucked in by their mommy, hugs and kisses from both mommy and daddy. Y/n finally was able to act of her arousal. Walking down the stairs to see Harry was scrubbing the plates, deciding it’ll be quicker if he hand washed. His wife watched as his hand moved with the soapy towel he scrubbed with.

Y/n walked behind him, the sudden hand on his back made him jump a bit. “It’s just me,” She chuckled. He smiled as she pecked his shoulder comfortably. The kids are sound asleep,” She told him.

“Yeah? Did you check on Lily and Eli yet?” Harry asked on the children who weren’t in the house at the moment. It was hard enough to let them hang out with friends let alone a sleepover. But as the kids got older it got a little more easier to be more trusting of them not the outside world. They were mature, honest, trusting teens. It made the couple feel a whole lot better since they became friends with two siblings and are with each other all the time. Every other hour, they would shoot out a text to one of the teens phones, just making sure they’re okay. Always a good morning and goodnight text.

Y/n hummed softly against his soft skin. “Yes. Ruth told me they ordered pizza tonight,” She watched as his veins that were in his hands poked out as the dish soap fell down his wrist. Her stomach churning and her head gone black for a second as he scrubbed Maeve’s plate. He smelt delightful, she couldn’t put a exactly a name to it though. But it was making her even more horny.

That’s when Y/n inhaled and exhaled deeply, her breaths making the hairs in Harry’s skin stand up. She called his name gently. The little nickname, H, making his ears grow to listen to whatever his love was to say next. The hand of the woman trails on his back and across his muscles. “What do you say you and I head back to the bedroom, hmm?” She questions sweetly, though her voice is seducing as she stroked his tatted arm, watching as he stopped scrubbing the pan and looked down at his wife. So beautiful. Her eyes gleaming up at him.

Then, Harry began to feel her touch grow less innocent.

Harry turned to take a peak up at the staircase like he expected two little feet to ruin what could’ve been/ what was about to happen. His brows raise, “Really? Right now?” Already growing excited in short anticipation. She nodded, “Please.” Harry’s hands let the plastic plate he was washing fall inside the sink, clashing with pans. Before she could make a complaint about the loud noise, he grabbed her face in his hands, closing her mouth shut. She’s quick to note the change of demeanor and the meaning in his eyes that soon turned lustful. His grasp on her face making her arousal release from her, unwillingly. Pressing their lips together, Harry kisses her passionately, swearing to not waste this moment.

His lips top hers as he took the breath she breathed out. Allowing him to take control of her and the kiss. Harry tilted his head as did his wife, their lips fitting together like puzzle pieces. A fuzzy-headed Y/n pulls away from the kiss, due to her lack of air, “Fuck, H,” She huffed out mid-kiss, the opening of her mouth allowing his tongue to hungrily sweep past her lips and lick inside her mouth. Hands now on her waist, moving her back until her bum hit the kitchen island.

They made out like they needed this. They made out like two horny teens who only see each other two days of week. They made out like they were desperate for each others touch. Her hands met the back of his head, gripping his curls, prying him away from her mouth. Her intentions were to tell him to take this to the bedroom but his eyes dart to the view of her neck and dive down to hungrily suck on the skin. Savoring her flavor, sucking feverishly on her skin. His hands finding anywhere on her body. Her hips, her ass, her thighs.

Y/n pulled back from the kiss, eyes locked on Harry’s swollen lips pink lips that were soon shining when he darted his tongue across. The breathtaking woman in front of him is about breathless. Wanting more of her, Harry pulled her closer going in for another kiss but she pulled back again. “Fuck, baby. Let’s take this to the bedroom,” She moaned, trying her hardest not to prop herself up on the counter and have him fuck her right then and there. But it’s like he read her mind. Harry says, “How about I take you right here?” He replies huskily against her skin causing her thighs to tremble, and voice to stutter. Before she knew it he’s muttering the word, jump, and she’s hoisted up in his arms, letting him slide her on the counter. She was too horny to turn down his idea.

Running her fingertips on his broad naked shoulders, flames traveling through him. His cock grows harder the more her hands are on him and the more she moans against him. “We gotta keep it really low,” He tells her, sinking down to his knees as his fingers hook on the waistband of her pajamas. Once they’re down to her ankles, Harry doesn’t bother finishing the job because once he sees the wet patch in her red underwear he loses it. He huffs out a low, fuck, and let’s his hands ride up her thick thighs.

Y/n peaks down at her husband, making heart clenching eye contact but it breaks when her eyes trail down to his lips. A wide smirk spreads. “Shit, you’re so wet, honey.” He chuckled, almost mockingly. No shit, she thought. “You’ve must’ve been like this all night all huh, baby?” His voice is in a cooing tone as if he was mocking the act of sympathy. He rises up to his feet, placing himself in between his love’s thighs. His palm gets hot as it finds it way against her clothed pussy. That sensitive area heated and aching for attention.

She sucks in a sharp breath as his fingers clamp and he grips her pussy. Huffing out a desperate, yes, her voice is low, afraid she’ll awake her sleeping children. Gripping in the counter, practically bruising her fingertips. “Can you fuck me please?”

Her husband completely dismisses her question before asking, “You like when I do that to your pussy, hmm, darling?” Receiving a nod from his wife, he pats her sensitive clothed cunt like a dog, an unholy moan slipping from her throat. She answers, “Yes I do.”

“It’s been so long since I’ve actually been in you huh? Bet you all tight and shit, huh?”

She nods mindlessly, mentally begging him to just fuck her but damn he was enjoying himself. “I am, Harry,” She whimpered hopelessly. Ending her sentence with a small, please, a whimper following, as she did a small grind with her hips against his hand.

At this point, Harry’s breaths are hitting Y/n’s face as he slid his hand inside the waistband of her underwear, making her breath hitch and her to grip the countertop. Immediately going to her clit, pressing down and rubbing softly. She moans, throwing her head back, hair falling back on the counter.

Harry discreetly slipped one finger her small hole, her hole so soaping wet he just slid in. Tight, she was. She lets out a raspy, fuck, grinding her bare bum against the counter.

Harry leans in, allowing her to grab onto his shoulders, soon wrapping her arms around his neck. “Oh my fucking—” She digs her fingernails into the back of Harry’s neck as he slips in his ring finger.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You’re suffocating my fingers, baby.” He chuckles lightly, fingering her feverishly. “So. Fucking. Tight,” He purrs against her lips, licking into her agape mouth, finally locking their lips together after teasing her. He plunged his fingers inside her soapy, cock-deprived cunt. Crooking both fingers as she threw her head back at the toe curling sensation. She let out an unholy cry and mewl when her thighs tense as Harry finger fucks her so good.

Harry’s tongue plays with hers, getting all of her tastebuds. Savoring the taste of each other, the two moan as Y/n’s arousal trails down Harrys wrist. He continues the amazing pace and in and out—crooking motion with his fingers as she release a like of curse words when her first orgasm of the night is near. Repeatedly hitting her g-spot, Harry talks her through as he breathing gets out of rhythm. His words go muffled as her breathing and moans get louder.

The last words she heart before her orgasm were…

“Feels like forever since Ive been in you.”

“You’re going to come, babe? I know, I know.”

“Cum on my fingers, baby.”

His words are her confirmation. Her thighs shook, her feet banged gently against the lower cabinet as Harry’s eyes roll over her whole body. She trembled as her toes curled, her stomach churned, and eyes rolled back just as her cum slowly spills out onto Harry’s digits.

A high pitched moan crawls up her throat and out her mouth, she rides out her orgasm on the pads of his fingers. Her breaths are quick and uneven. Desperate to catch her breath. “There you go, so pretty. Fucking gorgeous,” He praised and guided his wife through it. Her around hooked around his neck lightened up and slid down his naked torso.

“Fuck,” Y/n heard the low groan causing her to look up to see her husband looking off her cum off his fingers. “So sweet,” He purrs. Harry looks down, making Y/n follow his gaze. His cock was fighting against the shackles of his sweatpants. “I’m not done yet, baby. My cock is so hard. Jus’ know it was jealous when it saw my fingers fucking you,” he smirks.

“Want you inside me. N-now,” She huffs, her cunt still desperate. “Please.” She watched as Harry began to pull down his sweats, peaking down as he did also began to pull down briefs. The skin of his cock is seen and she grows impatient. Her breathing just getting back to steady rhythm, her whines a little louder than before, muttering the word, hurry.

Harry shudders as the cool air of the kitchen hits his cock, that shoots up when he finally gets his pants down. Y/n whines, “God— H, please.” She doesn’t know the last time she seen his cock. Most likely last week for an early morning shag, but it was still so unfamiliar to her when she’s been with he kids and working all week.

“I know, baby. Lay back for me,” he commands politely. She does as her husband says and laid against the cold counter top, pussy on display. Her wet folds are aching with pleasure as is the rest of her body.

“Shit,” Harry jerked himself as he began to kneel. He didn’t want to take too much of her layers off in case a child was to come down the stairs but that’s why they kept quiet- so they wouldn’t wake them and so they could hear their little noises.

Harry began to kneel in front of her cunt that laid up on the counter top, head between her thighs. Y/n couldn’t see anything but the upside down living room that was set in front of her as her head was back and she awaited Harry’s affection. What she didn’t expect was for Harry to hungrily, rummage through her folds with his tongue, forcefully. Licking a wet stripe between her folds, tasting every bit of her pink pussy.

She mewls out, whining as his tongue plungers inside her wet hole. Letting out an exaggerated sob, Y/n wraps her legs around her husbands back as he kitty licked her cunt, his lips brushing past her sensitive parts. Fuckfuckfuck, she swarms on the counter, having Harry hold her thighs down as he pulls his tongue out and pressed it against her clit. Harry had his hand wrapped around his cock, moving it in a slow up and down motion. Jerking himself slowly, moaning hungrily against her sweet pussy, sending vibrations all throughout her body. Using his fingers to pull back the hood of her clit, wrapping his lips around it and sucking feverishly. She cries lowly, gripping onto the tight curls that her husband determinedly grew. He growled and shook his head as the grip on his hair turned him on more and more.

He tugged on his cock, squeezing as the precum dripped down his palm. His other hand, was rubbing Y/n’s inner thigh, slowly crawling up to her clit. Pressing his thumb against her sensitive bud, his tongue dived inside her, curling up like his fingers previously did. Y/n’s cries grew louder, her body oversensitive after her first orgasm and now she’s riding his tongue, on to her second orgasm.

“Fuck. I need to be inside you right now,” He groaned as he stood up quickly. The lost of his tongue made Y/n gasp and cry out. But Harry doesn’t let her pussy go long without attention. He continues to rub her clit forcefully, before teasingly, slaps his heavy cock against her cunt, making her cry. As much as he wanted to be inside her, so so badly, her cries were fucking beautiful.

The tip of his cock pressed against her clit as it slipped down with her soapy mound. “Please, H, please.” Her quiet pleads deceive him as he finally slips his tip in, large soft hands lay on her hips as he tilts in. “Holy shit,” He curses under his breath.

His nails immediately stick inside her hips. Harry rolls his hips meeting with hers, their skin meeting and slapping. Their rhythm is slow at first. Enjoying the intimacy of the moment. His balls slap against the bottom of her folds as he fucks into her passionately.

“Oh my god,” She moans. She’s unable to keep her moans in as much as she’s like as Harry’s tipping inside her.

“Pleasepleaseplease, fuck!”

“Shh, shh. Baby come,” He whispered, pausing his thrust and tugging on her wrist. Pulling a tad, motioning for her to lift her upper body and meet him halfway. She does as he wants and swings herself up, unable to keep steady with the long heavy cock that’s stomach deep inside her. Just moving made her moan.

Harry held her lower back with his left hand, moving closer to her pressing his lips against hers. Kissing her softly, Harry rolled his hips back and forward, his cock hitting her g-spot perfectly now that she was angled up on the counter. “Argnnn, ple—” Y/n’s cries are covered by Harry’s enticing kiss, keeping her steady as they moved their hips rhythmically. His right hand moved on top of her clit, using his wide thumb to rub gently.

She whined against his lips, muffled moans, all of it satisfying him. “Jus’ like that baby. Stay quiet,” He muttered, keeping her lips on his. She would tremble in his arms whenever he hit that spot and he would groan whenever she’d tighten around him. Rocking in and out of her, the kitchen echoed with the soft sounds of their naked skin meeting.

Fuck, Harry was being nasty with it. One thing you loved about Harry was that he was great at multitasking. He licked inside her mouth, tongue finding hers as she submissively let him play inside her mouth. Their salivas mixing as Harry fucked into her cunt, their orgasms coming closer and closer. Harry’s eyes roll to the back of his head as his cock enjoyed her soaked cunt hugging it tight, almost suffocating it.

She could feel him so deep inside her. In her guts, just about it.

A breathless Harry pulled away from the heated kiss and said, “Fuck, I’m so close.” His thigh muscles tightening and growing sore as did Y/n’s whole body. Her body began to feel numb as her eyes roll back again in ecstasy. “So so good, H. Baby fuck, I can’t. I’m cumming,” She warned him breathlessly.

She couldn’t feel her legs. “Me too, me too. Come on baby” His breath shuddered and cracked as his cock twitches inside her cunt, spurting his cum inside her. He moans into her ear lowly as she unravels as well, her moans are high pitched, harmonizing with him. It was hot, sweaty. Curses left their mouths as their breaths are lost in the air and the search for oxygen begins. “Holy fucking shit,” He muttered. His cock warms her for just a little bit more until he slips out making her feel immediately empty. She whines as her stretched hole leaks with cum of her own and her husbands.

“Did we really just have sex on the kitchen counter?” She exhales, shaking her head.

“Yes we did angel. How about I deep clean this counter while you get us a hot bath, hmm?”

She didn’t know how she managed to walk up the stairs and into the bathroom but she did. That night resulted in late night back rubs in a warm bath and another toe curling orgasm to end the night off right.

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[guess-my-next-obsession]

Hey! I love your writing. Could I please request a fluff piece when Iris is till a baby and Joel is on dad duty? Idk just something really fluffy where he just enjoys being a dad and also Sarah helping?

Dad Duty

pairing: elementary!joel miller x f!reader

rating: F (no outbreak au, talks of diapers and poop because infants are a mess, elementary!joel being the best dad/husband in the world, talks of being drunk/alcohol consumption)

wc: <1k

a/n: sorry for the delayed wait on this, anon! i hope you enjoyed it nonetheless 🫶🏼

series masterlist | joel masterlist

“Are you sure you’ve got everything?” you asked, standing by the front door in a “going out” outfit for the first time since your daughter had been born six months ago. “I can cancel.”

Joel shook his head sternly as he and Sarah sat on the couch, Iris fast asleep in his arms.

“It’s your best friend’s birthday,” he said. “I won’t hear the end of it from her if she suspects you cancelled all because you don’t think I can handle a six-month old.”

“Of course I think you can handle it,” you said, offering him a sweet smile as you grabbed your purse. “I just feel guilty—“

“Baby,” he sighed, tilting his head at you. “Iris ain’t gonna remember you goin’ out one time when she was six months old.”

“I know, but—“

“No buts,” he said. “Get your fine ass out there, and take a couple shots for me while you’re at it.”

“Besides,” Sarah chimed in, pulling your eyes to hers. “I’m here as backup. Go have fun for once.”

Letting out a deep exhale, you nodded, agreeing to bury your guilt over leaving your daughter behind for the first time. “Fine. But if you need me—“

“Baby,” Joel chuckled. “We got it. Go get hammered.”

Walking over to him, you leaned down and kissed his cheek. “Thank you. I love you.”

“Love you more,” he said, tilting your chin so that he could steal a quick peck on your lips, careful not to smudge your lipstick. “Go on now before they start honkin’ and wake baby girl up.”

“Alright,” you said, walking over to the door. “Sarah, don’t let your dad try to cook anything. I’d hate to come back to ashes.”

“Already on it.”

“Sarah!” Joel called from the upstairs nursery, Iris on the changing table in front of him making the biggest and grossest mess he’d ever encountered in his tenure as a father. “We got any more wipes?”

Sarah was already laughing when she walked in, carrying a new pack of wipes in hand before she witnessed the scene in front of her and started to gag.

“I’m never having a kid,” she said, covering her nose with her t-shirt.

“This ain’t the usual,” Joel said, shaking his head as he tried his best to clean up his very wiggly daughter. “Stay still, baby girl. It’s—Jesus, Iris. How’d it get in your hair?”

“I’m not even sure a bath will fix this,” Sarah said, looking disgusted. “I think we have to take her back and get a brand new baby.”

“Your mom would notice,” he said. “Otherwise, ain’t too bad an idea.”

After a thorough cleaning that left Joel scarred, Iris was set down in her activity chair down in the living room, her favorite nonsensical cartoon on while Sarah helped Joel cook some mac and cheese for dinner, her babbles filing the home.

“And to think she thought the house would catch on fire if I tried to cook,” he said, smiling at the thought of you.

“Well, in fairness it has almost happened before,” she said, earning an offended look from her father. “You don’t remember the fork in the microwave incident?”

“Shit,” he cursed, shaking his head. “You’re right. But in my defense, someone left it in my takeout box.”

“Yeah, you.” Joel chuckled, amused by her wit. “But to pad your stats, we can lie and say you made dinner tonight.”

“No, she’d expect me to start cookin’ then,” he said. “I may have pulled a miracle tonight, but my battin’ average ain’t great. Do you want to take the chance of house burnin’ down?”

“Good point.”

“Exactly. You’re takin’ the credit for this work of art.” Joel pointed at the pot of artificial cheese goodness. “How in the world am I hungry after cleaning up Iris’s shi—“

“Dad,” she winced. “I just got the image out of my mind.”

“If I gotta remember it, you do too, baby girl.”

It was midnight by the time you stumbled in, waving your best friend and her designated driver-slash-husband goodbye as you cracked the front door open before heading inside. To your surprise, Joel was still awake and rocking Iris to sleep in his arms, though judging by the heavy blink of his eyelids, he was barely hanging on.

“Hey baby,” he said with a smile as you stumbled your way over to the couch as quietly and gracefully as you could to sit down beside him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “How was it?”

“I’m drunk,” you confessed, your voice raspy from singing along to the club’s music. “And hungry.”

“Well, lucky for you, Sarah made dinner,” he said, standing up with Iris and setting her down in her rocker before holding his hand out for you. “Come on, you drunkard.”

“How were the girls?” you asked, clasping your hand in his as he guided you to the kitchen table to have a seat while he warmed up tonight’s leftovers.

“A piece of cake,” he said, shooting you a smile from over his shoulder. “Iris had one very messy diaper incident, but besides that, she was an angel. Just like her mom.”

“Hey, I won’t be having any messy diaper incidents for another fifty years or so,” you joked, earning another grin. “You gonna love me when I’m wearing a diaper?”

“Baby, I’m older than you,” he reminded. “If you’re wearin’ a diaper, so am I.”

“Oh, I can’t wait,” you mused with a wide, drunken grin. “You can save your payback for then, have Iris see how it feels.”

“I like the way you think, baby,” he chuckled. “But I love her too much to make her go through what I went through earlier. I think I’m gonna need therapy after that.”

You stood up, finding your way over to him to wrap your arms around his waist and hug his back, too in love with him not to touch him.

“Thank you for tonight. I didn’t know how much I needed it,” you said, humming as Joel’s hand lowered from the pot on the stove to run over your forearm wrapped around his middle. “How about next weekend I watch the girls so you can have a night out?”

“Maybe one of these days we’ll both get to go out,” he chuckled. “Until then, I’m good stayin’ at home with my girls.”

[elliespuns]

So 16yo Ellie and 54yo Joel live together in the normal world. They live the best-shining example of a father-daughter relationship, and yeah, well, Joel is a busy man, working out of town, and he gets this deal where he has to leave for two weeks and he can't take Ellie with him because she has school, and it's not that easy, and she's like, "Go, I'll be fine, you know me." and he's like, "Yeah, fuck I do!" and is refusing to leave, but it's hard because he needs the money, and this opportunity means more money, and more money means making Ellie's life more comfortable, and he's thinking about it, and it's fucking him up. One night he has a chat with Ellie, and she finally convinces him to go, and he's like, "Okay, but under one condition. You're calling me every two hours to tell me you didn't set our house on fire. And if by any chance you do, you call to tell me that you'd at least run outside." and she huffs a laugh and is like, "You know I'm spending almost 8 hours a day at school, right?" and he just cups her cute, freckled face in his hands and kisses her forehead, "Then cut the classes and call me from the bathroom." he jokes. They both laugh. It's decided. He's going.

The next morning, he comes to her room to tuck her in bed, kiss her head and then leaves with a heavy feeling in his heart. He will miss that girl like crazy and worry all the time. But at least he's giving her some space, right? She's 16 after all—not such a kid anymore. So he leaves her money worth two weeks of spending with a loving message pinned on the fridge for when she wakes up. "Please don't starve to death. Eat properly! Miss you already. P.S.: every TWO HOURS!"

I just had this five-second scenario entering my mind about Ellie going grocery shopping, and I'm dying because this would literally be her idea of two weeks of food supplies.

peanut butter, jelly, Frootloops, milk, mac n' cheese, Milk Duds, M & Ms, Reese's, two frozen pizzas, waffles, deodorant, big tub of ice cream, cookies, tampons, two cans of Dr Pepper, big bottle of Mountain Dew, RedBull, Sprite, apples, Oreos, chips, popcorn, muffins, pancake mix

After two weeks, Joel pulls in the driveway with a 'luckily, the house is still standing' thought in his head and then comes home to all the junk lying around the place like, "That girl is going to be the death of me, I swear."

[nicoline1998enilocin]

School trip

PAIRING | Teacher!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 2.3K

SUMMARY | Luca is going on a trip with his school, and you're chosen to come as one of the chaperones. Bucky is very pleased about this, and finds it hard to move from your side and keep an eye on the kids like he's supposed to. When you accidentally hurt yourself, he won't move from your side until you're doing better.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Smut [ Masturbation, oral (F receiving) use of vibrator, daddy kink ], a broken ankle.

A/N | This one shot is part of my Teachers Universe AU, but can be read as part of the story, or a standalone one shot! 🖤

Likes and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

Main Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist | AU Masterlist

''MOM, MOM, MOOOOOM!'' Luca was trying to get your attention, but you were on a phone call, so you held up a finger to let him know you'd listen to him shortly. ''Okay, thank you very much. Bye,'' you said as you hung up the phone. ''Bubba, I get that you're excited, and that is perfectly fine, but when I'm on the phone you have to be quiet. You know the rules by now,'' you told him, and he looked very sorry. ''Sorry Mom,'' he said, his bottom lip started quivering a little bit. ''It's okay bubs, come here!'' you say as you pull him onto your lap and you give him a big mama bear hug. ''What is it that you wanted to tell me?'' you ask and he hands you a form, telling you about an upcoming school trip to the aquarium with all 6th, 7th, and 8th graders. ''Ah, I get why you're excited! Let me see when it is, and I will see if I can get the day off to come too, how about that?'' you ask him and he bounces excitedly up and down.

''You can go play until dinner time, and after I can figure out more about this trip. Right now I have to make sure we have a dinner to eat!'' you laugh and send him to his bedroom. ''I love you, Mom!'' he says on his way to his bedroom. ''I love you too, bubs!'' you yell after him and you walk to the fridge, getting all the ingredients to make your 'famous' mac and cheese. You always made too much of it, so there was more than enough to share with your neighbor Anna, who was always very thankful when you saved her some. You turn on some music at a low volume so you can still hear Luca in case he needs something, and you start cooking. You treat yourself to a glass of wine too, and you realize you're enjoying the life you have now.

You're going to school to become a veterinary assistant, you're working as one as well, and your son is having the time of his life here in New York. Everything seems to fall into place now, and you're grateful. There will always be rough nights when you sit on your fire escape and just let go for a bit, letting the tears fall you're always holding in. Sometimes you need to let go and let your anxieties out, but those nights are getting further and further apart. If there's one thing you're specifically grateful for, it's your beautiful son. He's the reason you keep going every single day, and it feels so good to make him proud because you're always proud of him too.

When your mac and cheese is almost done, you put it in the oven to finish it off, and you set the table. Usually, this is something Luca does, but he was playing so peacefully that you decided to let him be for now. When the oven timer goes off you take the dish out and place it on the table before getting Luca. You walk into his bedroom and kneel next to him. ''Are you ready for dinner, bubs? I made mac and cheese tonight, so after dinner, you can bring some to Anna if you want,'' and he immediately jumped up. ''Yes, I would love to bring some to Anna after dinner!'' he ran to the dining room table where he quickly sat his butt down on his chair, waiting for you to scoop some of the food on his plate.

During dinner, the two of you talk about the upcoming school trip, and Luca is extremely excited, he can't wait to go to the aquarium. It has always been one of his favorite places to go when he still lived in Sacramento, so he was already extremely excited. I have good news for you, bubs! I already asked Junior's mom if I can have the day off to go on the school trip with you, and she said yes. So I can come with you to the aquarium!'' you said and he practically jumped out of his chair, giving you a big hug. ''But first, you have to bring some of the mac and cheese to Anna!'' you say handing him the Tupperware you put it in. He runs to the door and goes to your neighbor's door, you lean against the doorframe and give her a big smile when she gladly takes the food. ''Thank you again, Y/N,'' she says. ''You're welcome, Anna,''.

When Luca is watching some cartoons on the TV before bedtime, you fill in the form for the school trip, so he can hand it in tomorrow, together with the fee he has to pay to go. You put it all in an envelope and put it in his backpack, so you won't forget it. When it is time for bed, Luca is already in a deep sleep for a few hours, and you slip under the covers, and there is only one thing - or rather, one person - on your mind. Bucky Barnes. You decide to let yourself indulge in your fantasies and grab your vibrator out of your nightstand. You turn it to your preferred setting and first rub it along your clit, before slowly working it into your entrance. All while thinking about Bucky.

''Mmh, you taste so sweet, doll. You're such a good girl for me,'' Bucky says in between the stripes he's licking from your entrance up to your clit. ''Feels so good Daddy,'' you moan and this makes Bucky even harder than he already was. ''Doing so good for daddy, making me so hard for you, doll,'' he growled, the vibrations pulsing through your entire body. He keeps his arms wrapped around your thighs when he starts licking and sucking your clit, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm. He moves lower and tongue fucks you right into your sweet spot inside you. When he starts to rub your clit with his vibranium arm, you shatter all around him. ''Oh fuck, Daddy, feels so good when I cum!'' you scream as he rides out your orgasm with his tongue. ''Fuck, can't wait to be deep inside this sweet cunt of yours,'' Bucky said before taking his underwear off and positioning himself in front of your entrance.

You turn your vibrator up one more notch and you come violently around your vibrator, trying to keep your moans muffled to not wake Luca. You've been fantasizing about Bucky more and more lately, but if the orgasms he gives you from just fantasizing about him are anything to go by, you can't wait to feel him deep inside you. These fantasies kept becoming more and more intense, and more frequent too. Little did you know, Bucky was having these same fantasies about you.

~ 2 weeks later ~

It is time for the school trip, and Luca is very excited to go, even wearing his special shirt with fish all over it. When the both of you arrive at school, he runs inside his classroom, excited to show his shirt. ''Good morning Mr. Barnes! Look at my shirt!'' he said enthusiastically and Bucky was very impressed. ''Oh wow, I wish my shirt was as cool as yours! You have the perfect shirt for today!'' he said while giving him a high five, making Luca beam up at him. ''You hear that Mom? My shirt is cool!'' ''Yeah, but I told you that this morning already, didn't I?'' you say with a smile. ''You can still go and play a little bit before we go, bubs. Go ahead so I can discuss something with Mr. Barnes!'' and off he went.

''I have a bit of a weird question to ask, but when you were at the vet clinic recently, Chay addressed you as Bucky. But your name is James, right?'' you asked wondering. It is something you've thought about often, and you just couldn't come up with an explanation for why she would call him that. ''It's okay, I get that one more often than you'd think. Well, my full name is James Buchanan Barnes, and Bucky is a nickname that stems from my middle name. I'm fine with either James or Bucky, although most friends call me Bucky,'' he explains with a hint of a smile. ''Oh, that makes perfect sense! I've been thinking about it ever since you came by and I didn't have the time to ask you until now,'' you explained. The two of you chatted some more until it was time to get all the children onto the bus and on their way to the aquarium.

''Can I sit with you, Mom?'' Luca asked, and you looked at Bucky to see if it was okay. ''As long as Mr. Barnes says it's okay, then it's fine with me, bubs!'' and he agrees, so you sit down next to Luca. You would catch up with him later, right now you were talking endlessly about different species of fish with Luca. Bucky can't help but smile at the way you're interacting with your son like he's an equal instead of a small child. ''Which ones are you most excited to see, Luca?'' Bucky asked, and he started a whole rant about clownfish and why they're his favorite, mostly stemming from the fact that Finding Nemo was his favorite movie growing up. Bucky listens with all his attention and it makes you swoon a little bit.

Not long after you arrive at the aquarium, but you're barely even inside before something goes wrong. You were talking to Bucky about your job as a veterinary assistant, and you missed a small set of stairs inside the aquarium. You roll your ankle, but before Bucky can catch you, you hear bones snap and you fall with a scream. ''Mommy, no!'' Luca screeches when he sees you fall and he immediately runs over to you to see if you're okay. Tears are streaming down your face and you're sobbing from the pain, not able to move your ankle at all. ''Shit, doll!'' Bucky hisses and he crouches by your side. ''Luca, your mom is hurt, so can you get Ms. Jones to get some help?'' he nods and quickly runs to get her.

Bucky wipes some tears from your face, softly whispering that it's going to be okay, and that help is on the way. ''Oh god, Y/N, what happened?!'' Ms. Jones said as soon as she was by your side. ''I- I missed a-a step...'' you say between sobs and Luca is plastered to your side again, holding your hand and holding back his tears. He always hates to see his mom upset, and this was even worse because you were in pain. ''Why were you being clumsy, Mom?'' he asked and it made you laugh a little bit. ''I'm always clumsy, you know that right?! But I was talking to Mr. Barnes and missed the steps,'' you explain. ''That is not nice of you, to let her fall like that! Now she's in pain!'' he says to Bucky, who can only agree. ''I know, and I'm sorry. But I will make it up to her by getting her to the hospital, okay?''

The rest of the kids and chaperones went on the trip through the aquarium, and Bucky picked you up bridal style which surprised you, especially how effortless it was for him to do it. You wrap your arms around his neck and Luca is walking with the both of you towards the entrance of the aquarium. ''I'm going to call an Uber to the hospital, so I'm going to put you down for just a minute, okay?'' he asked and you nodded, keeping your ankle still as he sets you down so you can lean against the wall. Luca uses this moment to wrap himself around you and hug you. ''I don't like it when you're in pain Mom, so I hope you will feel better soon,'' he says and it makes your heart melt. You kiss him on his head when he said it.

~ At the hospital ~

Once all three of you arrived in the hospital, they take you away for some X-rays, which show that your ankle is indeed broken, and will have to be in a cast for at least 6 weeks. ''What color shall I pick for the cast, Bubba?'' you ask Luca, who is very interested in everything they're doing. ''Green!'' he exclaims happily, it's his favorite color so this does not come as a surprise to you. ''So, you're gonna be part Hulk for the next few weeks, huh doll?'' Bucky laughs, but you blush when you hear the nickname he calls you. ''I guess so,'' you chuckle and when they're done, you get some crutches to keep yourself upright. ''Let me bring the both of you home, it's the last I can do after I made you fall down those steps!'' Bucky offered, but you didn't want to impose. ''It's okay, Bucky. We can do it, but thank you anyways. You were a great help,'' and when Luca wasn't looking, you softly kissed him on his cheek before hopping out the door.

Bucky put a hand over the cheek you just kissed, trying to hide the deep red color that he was sporting now. You didn't look around, but you were supporting that very same color on your face. ''Mom, can we have dino nuggets for dinner?'' Luca asks. ''Of course, bubs, especially after today!'' you say with a laugh before stepping into the Uber Bucky had ordered for the both of you. Both you and Luca waved at him when the car took off, and you couldn't hide the smile you were sporting. ''I love you Bubba, you took really good care of me today,'' and you gave him the biggest kiss you could on his cheek. ''Love you too, mom''.

[sheena-is-a-punk-rocker]

Ringing in the new year with three soldiers, an insurance agent, and a criminal who sucks at geography and spelling

Got a prompt for a New Year's fic in which Harley meets Rick's army buddies and they try to wrap their heads around the fact that their friend is dating THE Harley Quinn. Happy New Year, motherfuckers!

Rick’s sitting on the couch in a rented cabin in the woods—sipping a beer and catching up on life with his two closest army buddies that he hasn’t seen since his ill-fated reunion trip that was interrupted six months ago. Harley’s with him this time, so no chance of anything bad happening.

“Dude, you’re dating Harley Quinn?” His buddy, Kane, asks incredulously.

Apparently he hadn’t specified last time they hung out. Whoops.

“Isn’t she wanted in like seven countries?” His other friend, Ramirez, asks.

“Not anymore,” he replies. Actually, that might not be true, now that he thinks about it. They have immunity from Waller and her bullshit, but not necessarily any foreign governments. Best not to take any international trips, just to be on the safe side.

“Wasn’t she with the Joker for like, a really long time? How has he not killed you yet?”

“Oh, I don’t think Mistah J is gonna be a problem for us anymore,” Harley slurs as she makes her way into the living room—plastic glass of champagne in her hand. She plops down on his lap and pats his cheek. “Ain’t that right, baby?”

He chuckles and pulls her closer. “How many glasses of champagne have you had, Harls?”

“Um… I lost count?”

“How many bottles have you had?”

“Oh! Two!”

He grabs the glass out of her hand and downs the rest of it. “Okay, that’s enough of that for you.”

“They weren’t big bottles!” Harley whines.

“Wait wait wait,” Kane interjects. “You can’t just drop a bomb like that and not elaborate. Did she kill him, Flag?”

“Wasn’t me!”

“You killed him?”

Rick contemplates his answer very carefully. These are his ride or die best friends who have been through the worst with him so he’s pretty sure they won’t turn him into the cops.

“Seriously maimed him,” is what he ends up landing on.

“With his bare hands!” Harley says proudly, with a wet kiss to his cheek.

There’s awed silence for several moments as what he just revealed sinks in. He doesn’t see what’s so surprising about it. It’s not like he hasn’t killed before. He’s killed so many people, in fact, that he’s lost count. Besides, Joker isn’t really that scary.

Ramirez looks like he’s getting ready to say something about the whole thing when Kane’s wife, Rachel, makes an appearance. She has beer and a glass of champagne with her—the latter of which she offers to Harley, who makes grabby hands at it.

He grabs it before she can and sets it aside on an end table out of her reach. “Awww, you suck!”

He chuckles and kisses her temple. “You’ll thank me later when you’re not puking your guts out at midnight, Harls.”

That seems to satisfy her and she relaxes into his embrace.

“So,” Ramirez says. “This is the same Harley who almost burned the apartment down trying to make mac n cheese?”

“That was one time!”

“Three times, Harls. And then there was the time you set off the fire alarm making cookies.”

“That was one time!”

“And the time you—” she claps a hand over his mouth before he can finish his sentence.

“I think they get it! Now can we please change the subject?”

Rachel does the honors, as she comes back to the living room with her own glass of champagne. “So, Harley, what do you do for work?”

“Oh lots of stuff! Rob banks, murder dictators, yell at doctors. I have a card!”

She shoves her hand in her pocket and emerges with her handwritten business card. It’s covered in glitter and the ink is smudged. She hands it over to Rachel, who doesn’t really know what to make of the whole situation.

“Oh. I just… work in life insurance,” she says awkwardly, before attempting to read the card.

Rick snorts and tries to cover it up with a cough. People never quite know what to make of Harley when they first meet her.

“Does that say… ‘mercerany’?”

“It does,” he says with a laugh. It’s a running joke at this point. She’s in his phone under the name “Mercerany #4 (Harls)”.

“I was six margaritas and about five shots of tequila deep at that point, so sue me.”

“You also just suck at spelling even when you’re sober, Harls.”

“Fuck off!”

Rachel squints at the smudged handwriting. “Finder of lost things?”

“Oh! Yeah! I’m great at findin’ lost shit! If ya lose somethin’, I’m your gal!”

The alcohol keeps flowing as Harley launches into her story about her time with the Birds of Prey and Roman Sionis. Before Rick knows it, Rachel is lamenting about her asshole coworker who’s been making her life a living hell.

“And HR won’t do anything about it!”

“Oooh, want me to show up and set her desk on fire?”

Rachel laughs and almost chokes on her champagne.

“She’s serious, you know,” he feels the need to clarify. And then adds, “Maybe don’t go straight for arson, Harls? You’d probably get your point across just fine by yelling at her.”

“Can I at least use the giant hammer?”

“Sure, why not,” he says, before downing the rest of his beer.

“God, you are so cool!” Rachel gushes. She’s at least a full bottle of champagne deep at this point. “Can we be best friends?”

“Yes!” Harley agrees. “Ooooh! You should do roller derby with me!”

“Harls, they live in Montana.”

“Where the fuck is Montana?”

“Across the country, Harls. The state we’re in right now, in fact.”

“Oh. Well that sucks.”

The women settle for getting each other’s phone numbers and promising to text each other every single day.

Rick checks his watch once Harley starts losing steam—five minutes to midnight. He nudges her awake and tells her, “C’mon, wake up, you’re gonna miss it.”

She’s wide awake once the countdown starts.

Ten! Nine! Eight!

She quickly stands up and pulls him out the door to the front porch—where they’re surrounded by a blanket of snow.

“Happy New Year!” they hear from inside the house.

Harley rolls up on her toes and pulls him into a kiss. “Happy New Year, baby,” she says, forehead pressed against his.

“Happy New Year, Harls.”

They share another kiss as the snow starts falling again.

[p-taryn-dactyl]

Headcanons: 

a/n: i can never spell that right (also i only did general + platonic headcanons for this one, romantic headcanons i felt like could be their own post)

General:

we already know this but: golden retriever in a human body

she eats the crust of the pizza first, then folds the rest like a sandwich

Considers plastic ware to be cutlery

she doesn’t use bed sheets, just a bunch of different blankets

owns 1000 million pillows

she sometimes forgets to sleep

caffeine addiction

amazing kitchen, terrible cook

One time Yelena almost had a heart attack when she dropped by Kate’s apartment and saw her scooping flour with a drinking glass.

“Kate Bishop, what are you doing?” “The recipe calls for a cup of floor!”

If she is really into something, she won’t stop till she’s mastered it (have you seen all of her trophies?)

She seems like she listens to voicemails

purple lover: will buy anything and everything that is purple

Clint: “Kate, you don’t need a baby cradle!” Kate: “but the lavender, the shades of violet, it’s calling to me” *proceeds to buy 12*

She can and will get distracted while firing her bow, causing many of her instructors (plus Clint) heart attacks while she shoots an arrow while trying to pet a puppy

Platonic:

Don’t tell Yelena I said this but Kate is peak bestie material

She will show up at your door with bags of your favorite foods at 3am if you had a bad day

She seems like the kind of person to have several life long friends but only a few very close friends she’s only known for a short while

prepare yourself for sleepovers

lots of sleepovers

who cares if you’re in your 20s, if Kate wants to put on My Little Pony pajamas and then give you a 45 minute slideshow presentation about why Matt Donovan should’ve been killed off in season two of TVD, that’s what you’re doing

She actually listens

If your friend group is hanging out and you’re really into a topic and are going on a tangent about it but you start to trail off because no one is paying attention to you, she’ll ask you questions about your rant and encourage you to finish

she remembers the small things, like if you mentioned you were allergic to a certain brand of mascara or if you don’t like melted cheese

Y/N: “god my eyes keep watering again” Kate: “Oh shit did you buy [brand]? You’re allergic remember?” Y/N: “…i told you that 3 years ago.” Kate: “your point?”

Or

Yelena: *making mac n’ cheese* Y/N: *uncomfortable as the smell makes you nauseous* Kate: *noticing* “oh hey, Y/N, you can’t eat melted cheese right? I’ll see if I have any frozen pizza pockets left” Yelena: “oh good, i thought they looked disgusted because of the hot sauce”

If you get into a fight, and she’s the first one to apologize, then expect her to show up at your house while your out and set up a movie night with your comfort movies and favorite snacks

if you’re the first one to apologize, all you have to do is call her or show up at her door and she’ll immediately forgive you

Y/N: “damn it Kate, I had a whole speech planned. I was going to tell you all the ways I was wrong and you were right, it was very humble!” Kate: *squeezing the life out of you in a hug* “mmhm i bet it was. Now lets never fight again and go watch Brave”

If she ever breaks something of yours, or borrows clothes then rips it, she will buy you at least ten of the items

She is rich, let’s not forget, and will sometimes tip people $200 dollars when you’re out for coffee

you’ve seen her awkwardly comfort crying waitresses as they thank her profusely

Since her family business is a security company, you never get hacked. Ever. (Unless you’re late to a planned meet up and Kate wants to know where you are)

The first time you went out for boba together, Kate didn’t know about the tapioca pearls. Her first drink and immediately they were coming out of her nose by how surprised she was

yes of course you videoed it and sent it to Clint and Yelena

a/n: well that’s all i got for now! If you would like more, either with Kate or another character, feel free to send them in! (I have a Tony Stark list soon -maybe tonight even idk lets see how much homework i can procrastinate-) also, that melted cheese headcanon? That’s actually a problem i have

[aetherblooms]

rank your salads (including trahearne so you're not just flipping the twins like a coin 💕): best to worst driver? most to least likely to forget how to operate a stove on ~2 hours of sleep and almost light the kitchen on fire? best to worst at dancing?

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best to worst driver?

yvette is the ideal driver (: they generally follow the rules but they're also fine with toeing the line. they can also be your getaway driver in the event you need to run from the cops. they make sure everyone has snacks and water on road trips and has hand-selected the best driving tunes.

trahearne is the BORING driver. he follows all traffic laws to the letter. he has no imagination. being behind the wheel is so so scary. too scary. WHY do you keep braking. WHAT is wrong with you. he is the worst getaway driver because he would have a heart attack.

lukas is the worst driver. he driving is like a maniac. its a miracle he still has a license. this guy is speeding like he's outrunning the elder dragons. he is multi-track drifting. the gods are dead and lukas ran them over with his car. he could also be your getaway driver, but you dont want him to.

most to least likely to forget how to operate a stove on ~2 hours of sleep and almost light the kitchen on fire?

this is actually a harder question that i thought.

on one hand, trahearne isn't the best cook and is the most likely to set something on fire on a regular day. BUT in my head he's the best at functioning without sleep (its the insomnia babey!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and will at least make a decent box mac n cheese at 3am

meanwhile the twins are both cranky when they don't get their beauty sleep <3. lukas is only marginally better than yvette at sleep-deprived stove operation bc he wouldn't purposely set things on fire when they annoy him. lukas would start falling asleep cooking scrambled eggs and they get. crispy.

yvette is the worst at cooking with little sleep bc they would just skip the stove altogether and either start cooking food with volatile magic or gnaw on cold salami in the dark. assuming they woke up in the middle of the night hungry, that means they are hangry and will NOT wait around to make a nice meal like they normally do. they are committing affronts to the divinities.

best to worst at dancing?

yvette is the best dancer!!!!!!!! lukas is a very close second, but yvette is more graceful and confident in their body than lukas is. sorry lukas.

lukas is a very good and polite dancer in a ballroom setting. a wonderful lead in a waltz. he is absolute dogshit if you bring him clubbing. he will awkwardly shuffle a few steps. maybe do a little shimmy on a good day. but he would rather die.

trahearne would step on your toes a lot and apologize every time but he's got the spirit!!! he is a distant third when it comes to dancing, but not for lack of trying.

[colored-comas]

are there any autistic characters if so what are their safe foods,what are their special interest and how do they sims/what is their favorite stim - bun

Ah! The entire writing team is autistic, we met in our special education class in school, so a lot of our characters are autistic. This question has absolutely made my day, thank you so much.

Now let's get started -

Adam, the main character, is autistic and while he doesn't necessarily have any direct safe foods, we do write him having sushi quite often. They don't have many food issues with texture and taste, surprisingly. Adams special interest is music, and they create their own music as well, it's a big part of his character development. As for stims? Hes most commonly vocal stimming, which causes his friends to poke or mess with different parts of their body like a soundboard. He also does a lot with his face, like scrunching or just nose and lip twitching, like a bunny.

Star, keeping true to his catboy self, their safe food might also be sushi or something fish related. Though, he does have issues with anything that holds any type of incredibly strong scent. As for special interest? Definitely Fire Emblem, which is due to his writer projecting themself onto the character. Stimming for him is usually compression based, weighted or big stuffed animals they can hold and hug or squeeze. For example, they have a rather large cat plushie in their work office. The plush takes up half of his entire desk space.

Ty definitely has clear answers to this which is almost surprising. His safe foods are steak, or other harder to chew meats. Hes over-half dragon, so chewing food is a battlefield unless its tough, he bites his own mouth a lot. Special interest? Minecraft mobs, his dragon appearance is very similar to the ender dragon, and his daughters resemble endermen, so he has strong love for those mobs. His favorite forms of stimming are all related to his wings and flapping them, or flying.

Barney is the easiest answer so far. Safe food is eggs, special interest is nature and life on earth, and his stims are usually full body stims like little bounces or rocking. They have very animated body language.

Mike is harder to answer for, as they are a system and have many different opinions. So I'll just answer for their main host, his safe food is apples or pork - which is the type of meat to most resemble human. His special interest in specifically in The Flash, alongside the human brain and its functions. His biggest and favorite forms of stimming is biting things or chewing on things. They have razor sharp teeth, so navigating those ways of stimming can be hard, as a joke one day - someone bought them a hard dog chew toy. They loved it.

Rory is easy as well, his safe food is anything pineapple or mango flavored or any kinds of tree nuts. Their special interest is minecraft, specifically the command blocks and redstone, they are the most talented in those areas and usually set up those things on the groups servers. He also has an interest in psychology, and went to college for that. For a baby-faced boy, they can be scarily good at analyzing people and calling them out. As for his stimming, definitely elongated vocal stims or big body stims like rocking.

Max, my character, is very similar to me in this case. His safe food is very simple, kraft mac n cheese. Because that is the best thing ever in my own opinion. He has an absolutely awful gag reflex, and can't handle anything with odd textures. His special interest is in ARGs or decoding things, because of this he really likes Gravity Falls. Stimming for him is usually harmful, but he does do a form of hand flaps, instead of open palms he does fists. Yes, he has accidentally punched his own leg or face. And yes, all of this is based on or taken from myself.

And because I don't want this post to get to long, I'll give one more character but please know that you can ask for any of them from the list and I will answer that if they're one of our many autistic characters!

Finally, Andrew is autistic. His safe foods are very simple, either crackers or chicken nuggets. He has a special interest in coding, like making little websites or coding things into games like mods. His stims are always very pressure based, weighted blankets or tight hugs from his boyfriend.

[lemon16]

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[devil-baker]

Before the Devildom

It was small, this life Elaine had now. It was something that could easily fade into the background of the bustling area she had started living in. But it was far, far preferred to what had gripped her five months before, robbed her of breath and chained her limbs. Freedom of choice, mobility, identity, all hers for the first time.

Elaine loved the tiny studio apartment with scarce furniture, peeling wallpaper, and non-existent heating. She loved her thrift shop-scrounged wardrobe, the main articles of clothing being jeans, sweatpants, t-shirts, hoodies, and a couple pairs of slacks and spotless button-ups. No dresses allowed, nor skirts or frills or fake pockets. All of her selections were practical and comfortable.

Her kitchen--her very own kitchen!--with enough food to last her weeks all handpicked by herself at the nearby supermarket. Box mac n cheese, instant ramen, canned soups, saltines, cornbread box mix, grits, rice, and dried oregano lined her pantry, while frozen veggies, whole milk, salted butter (so much salted butter!), and sealed jars of sofrito inhabited the noisily rumbling fridge.

Elaine now maintained an administrative job working the front desk of an IT company, taking phone calls and greeting the people who walked by the desk, attempting to coordinate meetings for her boss, a middle-aged man who barely looked at her yet spoke politely enough. Updating her resume for the first time in years had been a slight struggle, but a welcome one, as was the interview process and the first week of trial-and-error training on the clock. She had her own key to her apartment and set her own hours of operation outside of work. She could easily walk to the bank (to steadily build her growing savings account) or the pharmacy (with access to anti-depressants). She practiced yoga in the morning and occasionally in the evenings. She drank tea with honey coating the bottom of the mug and took coffee with cream and sugar. She asked permission for none of her activities. Not a single one.

On rainy weekends, when Elaine had the day to herself, she would sit with a mug of white coffee and watch life through the veil of precipitation from her tiny second-floor balcony.

The Bavarian oma who lived above Elaine's unit had two cats that were often accidentally locked outdoors. As a result, they clambered down the fire escape and found refuge on Elaine's relatively dry balcony. Their collars read Felix and Minka.

Felix was a handsome auburn Abyssinian with enormous green eyes that observed the movement of everything, while Minka was a dignified Himalayan who preferred lounging on Elaine's lap and peering judgmentally at her counterpart. Elaine had begun buying cans of discount cat food or (when pet food was not on sale and priced far too high for her budget) cans of tuna to have on hand for the duo's anticipated visits.

Some mornings, when she awoke, it would take her a moment or two to recognize where she was. The realization was overwhelming, but sweet and welcome. Early on, there were times when she would realize that she was hungry, but automatically hang back, thinking to herself that she couldn't go to the pantry.

'Why? And who on earth would I ask?' she would rationalize. 'I'm hungry and there's no need to ask permission for anything.' As days turned to weeks, this psychological reflex occurred less and less, though there was no denying that it still happened occasionally. Months went by and it was almost gone entirely.

Elaine had always been a heavy sleeper, often joking that not even an earthquake could rouse her, but her eyes flew open when there was a loud crash. The little alarm clock on her nightstand read that it was nearly midnight. She sat up, adrenaline flooding through her veins, and swung her legs out of bed. She had recently purchased a baseball bat to keep by her bedside for self-defense and her knuckles went white as she gripped the hefty stick. She rose from the bed, careful to avoid the aged floorboards here and there that would undoubtedly give her away, and approached her bedroom door.

The door opened quietly enough and she peered around the corner into the main area of the apartment. In the silver moonlight flooding through the windows, she spotted one of the cat's bowls lying beneath the windowsill that lead out to her little balcony, upside down and dark little spots that could only have been Kitty Kibble scattered across the floor. A soft breeze wafted through the open window, only two or three inches open, and shifted the curtains.

Elaine's grip on the bat relaxed. One of the cats had simply wanted a midnight snack, she reasoned. Her heart rate begin to slow from relief and the bat lowered as she chuckled to herself.

There was what felt like a forceful shove or a sharp punch in the center of her back.

A tingling sensation in the center of her upper back spread deeper, coiling through her muscles and bones. It had a form. Slowly, Elaine's eyes drifted downward. There was a tiny tenting in her shirt, something newly sprouted from her chest. In the dim light of the apartment, Elaine saw a dark splotch on her shirt, the size of a cherry, grow larger. Darker. She knew what it was, but felt no fear nor despair. She felt serene, weightless. In a strange way, the growing splotch was hypnotizing, drawing her vision deeper into abyss. The last thing Elaine heard before her consciousness turned inward and she fell forward was a huff of breath from behind.

"After all that I did for you... you would really leave me? Just like that?" He stood over her limp form. "I was only trying to help you, protect you. I thought..." He laughed softly and shook his head. "I'm sorry. I know this hurts you, but if you knew how much agony I was in for months since you left, I'm sure you'd understand. And now look at you." He knelt and ran a hand along her side, pausing to press his fingers into her plump flesh.

"And here I thought you wanted to stop being fat and actually be pretty. I got you makeup, nice clothes, a diet regiment... Wasn't I being a good boyfriend, trying to help you be the best version of yourself possible?"

He stood up, his shoulders slumped. "Well... all I can really say is that you brought this on yourself, Ellie."

He gently placed the freshly dirtied knife on the kitchen counter, then turned to the window and sauntered to the sill. He looked out over the silent, empty street. Not a single sign of life outside. He was just about to lift the window open wider when there was what sounded like a shuffle across the carpet. He turned around and froze.

Elaine was gone. There was only a small dark spot as any evidence she had been there. His breathing quickened and he slowly returned back to the spot where she had just lain, looking this way and that, trying to look for a sign that she was still mortally injured. It wasn't possible that she-

"Leon."

His head snapped up. In the shadows of the apartment hallway, something was looking at him. He could make out a pair of pale eyes staring at him, unwavering in the dark.

"I almost pity you."

The voice sounded like Elaine's, but... she had never spoken in such a cadence, such pointed diction. Hatred, icy and forbidding, dripped from every word she uttered.

Slowly, she slipped out from the shadows. It was Elaine, and there was still a pronounced dark smudge dribbling down her shirt, but when the moonlight slanted across her eyes, Leon felt his skin crawl. Her eyes, once a warm hazel, glowed a pale, haunting blue that nearly looked white. She did not blink and glided slowly towards him.

Leon tried to turn and dash to the window, but his knees gave out in his terror and he tumbled to the floor.

"You do not deserve death."

That glacial voice spoke directly above him. She was there, staring down at him, and reached out a hand, her pointer finger extended in accusation.

"That would be too easy an escape."

He opened his mouth to scream but no sound was made. Her finger gently touched the center of his forehead.

"You shall not harm anyone else. You shall not abuse, nor kill another. I now pass judgment."

Everything went silent and still. Leon stared blankly up at Elaine's form, his mouth still open in an attempt... to what? Apologize? Scream for help? Beg for mercy?

Within the confines of Leon's skull, his brain began to rot. Neurons self-digested, glial cells imploded, the hippocampus withered.

A drop of blood trickled out of Leon's nose, followed by another. His pupils dilated and his eyelids drooped. He tipped backwards and fell, helpless, onto his back. He would never remember anything about this night. Or anything else really. He would never again be able to formulate a thought or make a sound. He could breathe shallowly, but that was now the extent of his ability.

Elaine withdrew her pointer finger and turned her gaze down to her bloody shirt. With the tenderness of a mother, her hand caressed the wound.

"You do not deserve to have your freedom hindered so unfairly, dear."

The voice within her throat spoke aloud. Unforgiving to Leon, now it resonated with kindness and love for Elaine. Her fingers drew away from her chest, leaving only pale scars where the knife had entered her back and exited her chest. The dark stains on her shirt evaporated, leaving it pristine white once more.

"It is almost time."

The pale blue eyes closed and before Elaine, the air shimmered.

"Take care of them and help Belphegor. Elaine... my sweet descendant."

[hexwas-here]

The Pokemon Scarlet Goofy Guy Run (Day 2)

Day 2 (March 23, 2023):

 Day 2 was the day I realized how many Everstones I was going to have to invest in since it was this day I actually made a whole list categorizing which pokemon I could use and which I couldn’t. 

I started by beating the bug gym and making my way over to Artazon, getting distracted by catching pokemon on the way there. I stopped by one of the Delibird Presents in Naranja first to buy some everstones. 

After a couple raids and constantly switching around the pokemon in my party, I went to face the Stony Cliff Titan, which gave me almost no trouble. Chumblo put him to sleep then wiped the floor with him. We had our Herba Mystica sandwiches and now Koraidon can Dash (not that I ever use him at all yet). I made it to Artazon and beat the shit out of Brassius with ease. 

After Artazon I head towards the Levincia area to look for some water-type pokemon to take on the Schedar Squad Base. I caught a Wiglet I named Fettucine, a Diglett that has yet to be named, and a Rotom I named LSD. While situating moves and using candies to level up Fettucine, Diglett, and Wumbo- Wumbo evolved into Clodsire. 

I went to the Team Star fire base with confidence, that quickly wavered when the grunt guarding the door one-shot half my team. Despite this, I sauntered into the base and took out 30 of the grunts’ pokemon with ease. Then Mela came out, and harsh reality began to set in. 

Her Torkoal made quick work of Wumbo, Fettucine, and Diglett. Once I finally beat her Torkoal her Revavroom took them out again and I ran out of revives. I decided to switch in Chumblo and my plan was to put it to sleep then use Mac n Cheese to beat it to death. Well little did I realize, Yawn had no effect against it. So I had to resort to the chipping game. 

Revavroom hits Chumblo, Chumblo hits back, I heal, Revavroom hits, rinse and repeat. Eventually I ran out of potions when I was one hit away from winning and Chumblo fainted. I switched in LSD only to realize it had no moves that actually did a set amount of damage. The only one that actually hit was Electro Ball, that only did more damage the faster LSD was than the target. 

Fortunately, LSD did just enough damage to give us the win, and I walked away victorious, but a broken man. After just barely scraping by, I decided to call it a day and made a mental note to do some XP grinding before going after Iono.

Day 2 Stats:

 Victory Road: 2/8

Starfall Street: 1/5 

Path of Legends: 1/5 

Team: Fuecoco, Wiglet, Diglett, Clodsire, Rotom, Tandemaus.

[cloudybarnes]

some things never change

Pairing: kol mikaelson x vampire!reader

Summary: going to the grill was supposed to be something fun for you and rebekah to do together, but that plan quickly backfired when you saw her brother, your boyfriend, making out with another woman

Word Count: 1.4k+

Warnings: i’m not the best with angst so this is my attempt :) also some bad language

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“I can’t believe you’ve been here for almost two years, and you still haven’t tried the grill’s mac and cheese.” You exaggerated to Rebekah as you pulled her through the doors of the little diner. 

“(Y/N), you know us vampires get our nutrition from blood, not human food, right?”

You chuckle as you walk up to the counter, Bekah in tow behind you. 

“I’ve been a vampire for as long as you’ve known me. I just happen to like human food too much to ever give it up.”

Rebekah chuckled as you ordered two servings of mac and cheese, one for each of you. 

Once your order came out, you grabbed the two bowls and smiled at your friend. “I think you’re really going to like this!”

Instead of the smile you expected Rebekah to shine back at you, her eyes watched something behind you, a frown set deep on her face.

“That little bastard,” she quietly growled.

“What’s the matter?” You turn around and instantly wished you hadn’t. 

Not even ten feet behind you was your boyfriend of almost one year with his tongue down the throat of another woman.

You sharply inhaled as you watched the scene unfold before you. The two of them stood in front of the bar, Kol’s hands roamed the waist of the woman he was kissing. 

Your heart could do nothing other than break. 

“I’m going to kill him,” you could hardly hear Rebekah’s threat by how hard your heart was beating. 

“No,” you barely let out. “You stay here, I’ll handle it.”

You took a deep breath and handed off the mac and cheese to Rebekah as you stormed over to your boyfriend. 

You were never one to be sad long, that was something the Mikaelson’s all loved about you; you had a fire in you that would never burn out. Your broken heart only fueled your anger, and when you were angry, you were known to make rash decisions. 

When you were finally close enough to them, you could hear the intense beating of their heart beats. It sickened you how he could enjoy his time with another woman so much, especially when you spent the last year of your life being faithful to him.

Out of anger, you grabbed the woman by her hair and yanked her off of your boyfriend. 

“What the hell?” She screeched. 

You glared into her eyes. “You will leave here and forget all about the encounter you just had with this man,” you compelled.

She fell into a daze and nodded her head, silently walking away and leaving you with Kol.

“Darling, let me explain.”

You whipped your head to Kol. His eyes drooped as he sorrowfully stared at you. He raised his hand to try to reach you, but your movements were too quick, and you grabbed his wrist before he had the chance to make contact with your skin.

“Don’t you ‘darling’ me, you little asshole.” You seethed. “And don’t you ever try to touch me again, or I won’t just grab your wrist next time.”

You forcefully shoved his hand back to his chest. 

“(Y/N), please, just listen to me.” Kol pleaded. 

“What is there to listen to?” You shouted, “you were just making out with another woman while you’re supposed to be dating me!”

“I am dating you!” Kol yelled in frustration.

“Then why were you kissing her?”

“I-I don’t know! It kind of just happened; she came on to me.” Kol’s voice started to raise, his panic becoming evident. 

You rolled your eyes. “Sure, so I should be mad at the woman who most likely had no idea you had a girlfriend and not the man who was supposed to be faithful to me.” You scoffed out a laugh. “How pathetic do you think I am, Kol?”

“(Y/N),” Kol pleaded as he reached out to you again.

Without warning, you grabbed Kol’s wrist and twisted it backwards as he cried out.

“I thought I told you not to touch me anymore.” You spat, releasing his arm from your grasp.

“Baby, please believe me. I’m so sorry, I never meant for this to happen.” Kol pleaded as he shook out his sore wrist. His eyes were wide and sad. Usually a look like that would make your heart melt, succumbing you to whatever Kol wanted. 

Not anymore. 

“Did you even think about me once while you were making out with her?”

You were met with silence on Kol’s end. 

You scoffed, “of course not.” You shook your head in frustration. You couldn’t even stand to look at him, let alone be this close to him anymore.

You saw Rebekah sitting at a table now, but she wasn’t alone. Your close friend Caroline was sat with her, both of them sadly watching your interaction, no doubt listening to everything.

“Please, (Y/N).” Kol pleaded, pulling your attention back to him. “Tell me what I can do to fix this. I don’t want to lose you, my love.”

That caused you laugh. “Oh that’s rich — you saying you love me.”

Kol’s heart broke, his lips falling open but he couldn’t will himself to speak. He did love you, he just had a habit of ruining things for himself just as he gets happy.

“How could I have been such an idiot to believe that you, out of all people, could actually love someone?”

Well, if Kol thought his dead heart was broken before, it was surely shattered beyond repair now. 

“(Y/N), you can’t possibly believe that.” Kol shook his head, and attempted to reach out to you, but stopped himself when he saw the hatred in your eyes. “Please, darling, you are the first person I’ve loved in a long time. It breaks my heart that you question my love for you.”

“What do you expect me to do!” You shouted, your arms instinctively raising to tug at your hair in frustration. “I just caught my boyfriend of a year with his lips all over another girl! That’s not love, Kol, and it’s embarrassing that you think it is.”

“Darling, no, that’s not-”

“Maybe they were right,” you sighed as you ran your hands down your face. Your muscles were tense; the anger you have trying to spill out through tears, but you fought your hardest to keep them at bay. 

“Who was right, darling?” Kol nervously asked.

“My friends, my family, your family,” you snarled, “everyone told me it was a bad idea getting involved with you. Everyone told me that you were ruthless and that you would never change and settle down with someone. I refused to believe them, and look where we are.” You sarcastically laughed. 

Your feelings were all over the place, and being a vampire didn’t really help with keeping them at bay. 

“I have changed, (Y/N).” Kol grew frustrated. He wanted so desperately to ease the pain he had caused you. “Before I met you, I would have never even entertained the idea of a relationship with someone. You turned me into a man that wanted to spend all of his time with one woman, and that woman is you!”

“It didn’t seem like you only wanted me when you were just kissing someone else! I don’t believe a single word that comes out of your disgusting mouth.” You growled, your eyes started to bulge from your veins expanding. Your anger was forcing your vampire side out, and it wasn’t very smart to let that happen at the grill. 

“I don’t know how I can make this up to you, (Y/N). I swear that woman meant nothing to me.” Kol persisted. 

“That’s just it,” you sarcastically smiled, “you can’t fix this Kol, no matter how much you claim to want to.”

Kol’s face fell and he frantically shook his head. “(Y/N), don’t say that. Give me some time, I promise I’ll make it up to you. I’ll kill that woman if you want me to. I’ll bind myself to you so I can never be unfaithful again. I’ll do whatever you want, just please give me another chance.”

Kol grabbed onto your arms and stared into your eyes. Maybe if you were weaker you’d have caved to his sorrowful look. Maybe you would have believed him when he said he’d fix this and never do it again. 

A shame for him, you’re a lot stronger than you get credit for.

“We’re done, Kol.” You snarked, prying his hands off your arms. “Don’t ever speak to me again.”

With that, you left your, now, ex-boyfriend to his lonesome; his world shattering as he watched you head back to your friends, knowing he had forever lost the one good thing in his life. 

[happysoldlady]

Peace - Coco Cruz

a/n: this gif's got me feral. please enjoy this rollercoaster of a fic, as well as maybe this song. also, do you guys even like these?

warnings: angst!! (y'all know I'm an angst fiend), soft!coco, guns/violence kinda

---- '...I never had the courage of my convictions As long as danger is near And it's just around the corner, darlin' 'Cause it lives in me No, I could never give you peace"

"I don't understand why you won't just-" You pause, in frustration, trying to stall the familiar burning in your eyes. "I just want to love you, Coco." It's been almost a year of this back and forth with him. You trying to love him, him not letting you. Him trying to love you, and then when your guard is finally down, he leaves. It's exhausting, and you need...peace. Just a brief moment where you aren't wondering what you mean to him.

He stares you down, his eyes bouncing between your own. He doesn't know how to tell you that your love is the only thing grounding him to the earth most days, but that he's never done anything in this life to deserve the purity of it. His mouth opens, because fuck, he wants to tell you. But you don't deserve this mess, his mess. You deserve a dream he can't give you, so he closes his mouth.

"Coco, please." You reach for him, only to have him step out of your grasp, and really, that hurts more than anything else. You meet his eyes, no longer concealing the hurt in yours. Tears roll down your cheeks as you squeeze your eyes shut and step away from him.

When you open them, Coco is grabbing his kutte off the arm of the couch, not daring to look at you as he grabs his keys. The sound of the door shutting behind him is what breaks you. Crumbling to the ground in a heap of confusion, you bring your hands to your head, thinking that maybe if you press hard enough this ache will go away.

"But I'm a fire and I'll keep your brittle heart warm If your cascade, ocean wave blues come All these people think love's for show But I would die for you in secret The devil's in the details, but you've got a friend in me Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?"

Coco thought about you. He did, he won't lie and say you never crossed his mind. He thought about you a lot and often. And every time he walked into his house after a run, he wanted nothing more than to be greeted by you waiting up for him. If he thought about it hard enough, sometimes he swore he could see it. Your feet tucked up under you, blanket spread across you, a book folded up in your hands. Or sometimes, if it was really late, you would already be asleep, some mindless show on the television. Or if you had already gone to bed, he would find Letty digging through the cabinets for a late night snack.

But lately, it seemed, the house was empty. Letty off at a friend's house, or already tucked away for the night, and you...well, he pushed you away. It was a hell of his own creating.

Tonight is an empty house night, so Coco slips his boots off by the door, tosses his keys on the table, swings his kutte off and heats up some mac and cheese, you know the kind that comes in the cup.

He's halfway through stirring the thick cheese in when his phone starts buzzing. It's almost midnight, so he doesn't think much of it. Several minutes later, as he's taken several bites at this point, his phone lights up again.

"Who in the fuck" Coco grumbles, setting the cup down and snatching his phone off the table.

Y/N: I know you hate me but I really need you to answer your phone.

Coco blinks at the text message, panic bubbling in his chest. You haven't spoken in weeks, and if you're calling him, something must be wrong. So he immediately calls you back, running a hand through his hair. He waits, and he waits, and he almost gives up. Then he hears it, the breathy voice he's come to love so much, "Hey. Sorry, I know it's late."

"Don't apologize. What's up?" He asks, listening closely for anything in the background of the call. He hears you take a deep breath, and then some dishes clinking together.

"So I'm half a fifth in to that bottle that Bish got me for Christmas," You start, and he hears the quiet oof you let out as you fall down onto the...couch, maybe? "And it got me thinking that we're really stupid."

Coco's eyebrows furrow together, and he can tell this is going to be a minute, so he picks his mac and cheese back up. "Yeah?"

"Yeah, because like I love you, right? And I think that maybe you love me too. And even if I'm wrong and you don't love me, you fuck me like you love me." You rush out, picking at your nails as you talk. "So I think maybe you should come over."

Coco takes another bite, lets out a fuck it, and then says, "Give me ten minutes."

And sure enough, ten minutes later, Coco rolls up to your house. He doesn't even knock, just opens the door, slips off his boots, and immediately grips your face in his hands. Neither of you really have anything to say, anyway.

"And you know that I'd swing with you for the fences Sit with you in the trenches Give you my wild, give you a child Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other Family that I chose, now that I see your brother as my brother Is it enough?"

The slam of the door wakes you from your deep slumber on the sofa. You groan, rubbing at the lump in your neck from your weird head position. You sit up, looking up in time to see Coco strolling toward you.

"Hey, how di-"

"Where's Leticia? Is she here?" He interrupts, eyes ablaze. He doesn't wait for your answer, walking through the house, checking all the rooms.

"Coco! Wait! She's not here." You say, bare feet padding against the floor as you follow him. You find him sitting in the floor at the edge of your bed, head in his hands.

"If she isn't here, she's at the fucking kids house and I can't believe she'd be that stupid!" The outburst makes you stop walking toward him. It's been a while since you'd seen him like this. The last time in his mother's kitchen floor. You give him a minute, leaning against your bedroom door frame. He lets out a frustrated huff, and then looks up at you. He stands up, and shakes his head.

"Sorry for yelling. I'm just really trying to figure out this dad thing and I hate it." He mutters, dropping his head. "Maybe we've already fucked her up too much for any of this shit to matter."

"Being a parent is hard. And parenting a kid that's never had any kind of guidance is damn near impossible." You shake your head, taking a step toward him and placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "I'm sure you're doing a great job."

He steps away from your touch, shaking his head. "If I knew how to do any of this right, I'd probably know where the fuck she is right now."

"Did you have a fight or something?" You ask, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

"It's always a fight with her." Coco grumbles, plopping down next to you.

You let out a laugh, having taken the brunt of Letty's attitude yourself. "Yeah, but you know what? She's a good kid at heart. The fight's worth it, I think."

Coco looks up at you, his eyes softer than they were several minutes ago. He takes one of your hands into his, placing a kiss on your knuckles. "Yeah, you're probably right."

The two of you sit in silence for a few moments, and then he huffs out, "Can you come with me to this kid's house so I don't kill them both?"

"But there's robbers to the east, clowns to the west I'd give you my sunshine, give you my best But the rain is always gonna come if you're standin' with me"

It was very much an on week for you and Coco, so you decided to take him up on his offer as a ride to the clubhouse for a party. It was set to be a big one, SAMCRO coming in, lots of booze and girls, and you were excited. You needed a good fun night out with the only man you've ever loved.

It isn't long before you find yourself three beers and too many shots of tequila deep, perched in the chair next to Coco, hands intertwined, giggling about nothing.

"Boy scout! Bring another round!" Coco yells, flagging EZ down, who just grins at how happy everybody looks. Angel, Gilly and Creeper sitting in the circle with you.

"I gotta piss," Angel mutters, standing up from his chair with a sway, "Y/N, make sure these fuckers save me a shot."

You give him a thumbs up, but are quickly distracted as Coco's palm comes to rest on your cheek. You look at him, giving him a smile and leaning into his hand. It only lasts a minute though, as suddenly you see Coco's eyes darken, his hand pushing your head down as a gunshot rings out.

The next few minutes are a blur, as Coco lifts you from the seat, his eyes scanning the crowd for the assailant. He pushes you toward the clubhouse, yelling for you to go inside. You stumble up the steps to the clubhouse, ducking again when another shot rings out. Somebody grabs your arm, and you jerk away only to find Angel steering you into the clubhouse. He tells you to wait there, and dips out.

You stand, swaying slightly as the chaos ensues around you. People running in and out, the yelling outside. It's overwhelming.

"Y/N!" You hear your name being called to see Chucky waving you into the office. You stumble toward him, giving him a thankful half-smile. You plop down in a chair and try to block out all the shit going down around you.

"Coco asked for you to stay here and wait for him." Chucky says, sitting down beside you. You give him a nod, eyes wandering toward the windows. The lot's emptied super quickly.

You hear the door slam to the clubhouse, and Bishops roaring, "Table now!" The sound makes you jump.

The door to the office swings open and you immediately duck, but sit up as Coco rushes toward you. "Fuck, you okay? We don't know what the fuck that was about."

You nod, giving him a smile. His eyebrows furrow and he places a kiss to your head. "I gotta go."

"Yeah, of course. Go." He hesitates for a minute, before he rushes back toward the door.

He pauses, points at Chucky, "You can drive her home, yeah?" All it takes is an eager nod from Chucky, and Coco's out the door.

After Chucky drops you off, you slip into a bubble bath, eager to wash the night off of you. You aren't sure how long you're in there, but you must have fallen asleep, because Coco's lean frame sliding into the bath behind you wakes you up.

"Hey," You say, leaning against him. His hands rub up and down your arms, and you feel him press a kiss to your hair.

"Sorry about tonight. If I knew some shit would go down, I never would have brought you." He mumbles, giving your arms a squeeze and then wrapping his around your torso.

"It's okay." You sigh out, relaxing into him. "The ride with Chucky was the worst part."

His body shakes against you as he laughs, he presses another kiss to your head and then tucks his chin against your shoulder. You revel in the silence for a minute, and then Coco mutters, "I know I don't ever say it but you're like my third favorite person."

You let out a laugh, "Third?"

"Only behind Letty and Chucky." He says quietly with a laugh, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

"Fair enough. You're like my third favorite too."

"Behind who?"

"Letty and Angel."

"Oh, fuck no." Coco curses, laughing. "Ain't no way in hell you like Angel more than me."

You laugh, turning in the large tub, sitting down on his thighs. His hands come up to grip your waist. You lean your head down, brushing against his lips, "Yeah you're right." His hooded eyes meet yours for a moment, all laughter ceased as he presses a kiss to your lips.

When he pulls away, he meets your eyes again. "I don't want to trap you in this." His words shock you a little bit. You never really thought he'd ever say it out loud.

"Trap me in what?"

"This. Getting shot at at a fucking party. Babysitting my half-grown kid. Having to endure rides home with Chucky." He shakes his head. "You deserve more than this. You always have." Your eyebrows furrow, and you open your mouth to object but Coco shuts you up with another kiss.

When he pulls away, he continues, "I know that you can handle it. You're one of the strongest people I know. That gunshot went off and you didn't even lose your shit. I just," He pauses, leaning his head back against the tiled wall. "You shouldn't have to handle it. And I'm never going to ask you to."

"Coco," You mutter, running a hand through his hair, scanning his face. "I'm in this whether you think I deserve it or not. And you know, I like your kid." He leans up and kisses you, deeply. When he pulls away you smile, "And I kind of liked Chucky's funky radio station."

Coco laughs, shaking his head, "Now that's the fucking deal breaker."

[agerestorybits]

IKEA

 Warnings- Food, bickering.

 Teen regressor Virgil

 Little Regressor, Remus, Roman, Patton, Janus, and Logan. 

A sleepover in an IKEA seemed like a weird idea. But when they thought about it, and having the imagination to make anything they wanted. Having tiny themed bed areas all close together in a large area with easy access to each other but also having their own room to move around? It sounded pretty good.

So Logan had a bunk over a desk space room, and Patton had a round bed with animals and a play mat. Remus and Roman shared a bunk bed in a castle shaped area. Virgil had a top bunk with a rope net shaped like a spider web to climb up to it. Janus had a canopy bed with thick curtains that were tied up at the moment. Everyone was running around between each other's spaces.

In the middle of the bedrooms there was a camping area set up with a picnic table with a mircowave and a fake fire. They normally use real fire when they all have a sleepover while big, but this time was for being little and since all of them except Virgil were under ten, having an open flame wasn’t the best idea.

Virgil being the oldest In teen space was microwaving the snacks, Popcorn, Pizza rolls, chicken nuggets, and Mac n cheese. Maybe not the healthiest meal but Virgil was in charge of the food so He would be making what he wanted. Besides, everyone else was going to enjoy the food too. So there really wasn't a problem.

Patton was helping Janus pick out a stuffed animal to sleep with from the large pile that he had next to his bed. Janus being on the younger toddler almost baby side, He had a black and gold paci firmly in his mouth and was watching Patton present different stuffed animals for Janus to inspect.

"A bear? no. That doesn't fit. Snake? no you need arm so it can hug you back." Patton said sorting through the plushies. Janus looked over at a stuffed bee and grabbed it hugging it to his chest. It was fuzzy and soft and black and gold! He made a humming noise as he made the bee 'fly'.. "OH that is cute too!"

Roman and Remus were arguing over who got to sleep on the top bunk. "I should be on the top cuz You got to last time!" Roman huffed as they both sat on the top bunk, the railing looking like stone walls of a castle.

"Well I should sleep up here and you sleep on the bottom cuz you roll out of bed all the time!" Remus pointed out.

"I do not! 'Sides, there is a rail! I can't roll out!" Roman argued.

"I bet you could anyway. You would roll so much you feel out and onto the floor and we would wake up to you crying." Remus said.

"I wouldn't cry! And I won't fall out!" Roman huffed crossing his arms. He did fall out of bed a lot and cry when it happened. "I should be on top with the railing cuz then I CAN'T roll off and the bottom doesn't have rails!"

"I thought you said you weren't gonna roll off!" Remus pointed out.

"I won't with the railing!" Roman argued back.

"Yes you will!"

"No I won't!"

They continued their back and forth as Logan made his way over to the picnic bench and sat down watching Virgil microwave the pizza rolls and play with Tarot cards while he did so.

Or rather he was sorting them out as he waited for the food to cook, like some magic game of solitaire. Logan watched as Virgil set aside the "Major" Cards, the ones with words on them and weren't like the four suits of the "minor". "Can I look at those?" Logan asked pointing to extra cards.

Virgil handed him the tarot cards as he found them, Logan spreading them out and looking at them. The cards were purple with pictures of people and creatures. Logan found the world, sun, moon, and star cards and set them aside as his own little galaxy of cards. Virgil smiled as he watched Logan trace the outline of the pictures.

Virgil pulled out the pizza rolls and set them to cool before pulling out the tray that had everyone's cups and filling them with punch. "I'm eating." Virgil yelled instead of food was ready. If he said that the food was ready everyone would just wander over eventually, if he said he was eating-

"Let me have some!" Remus yelled climbing down the ladder before Roman could making him yell and both of them race to get over there. Patton let Janus hold his hand as they made their way over. Janus sitting down next to Virgil and happily taking his sippy cup of punch. Bee still firmly hugged to his chest with one arm.

Virgil set up everyone's paper plates and handed it to them as they sat down. Remus and Roman on either side of Logan. Patton on Virgil's other side. "Why you got your cards out?" Patton asked.

"Are you gonna read my future?" Roman asked excited.

"It's gonna be you sleeping on the bottom bunk." Remus said in a sing song voice. Roman throw a chicken nuggets at him. Logan carefully moved the cards he had away from the twins so they didn't get them messy.

"Do wr have napkins?" Logan asked. "Janus is eating the Mac n cheese with his hands. " Janus had let his paci fall, hanging by the clip and was eating his Mac n cheese with his fingers. He giggled as he saw the exasperated face Virgil made when he saw him.

"Yeah there are napkins." Virgil said, Patton grabbed the paper napkins and handed some to Virgil before giving the rest to Logan.

Other than the food toss between the twins and Janus trying to squirm away from getting clean, supper went smoothly. And they all settled down to watch a movie before bed. They ended up watch Tarzan before Virgil said it was pjs time.

Virgil helped Janus get in his pjs and then got in his own. Logan and Patton managed fine. Remus and Roman got distracted fighting over the top bunk and Virgil had to walk over to get them to stop. "Alright! Since you two can't pick I will." Virgil pointed between the two of them, muttering under his breath. "Caught a tiger by the toe, My anxiety can not handle this." He ended up pointing at Remus. "ok Remus gets top bunk."

"WHAT?" Roman yelled.

"Yes! I got it!" Remus said sticking his tongue out at Roman before going to get changed.

Roman looked at Virgil betrayed. "That's not fair! Ree got to be on top last time!"

"Well then maybe you shouldn't try to start a food fight next time." Virgil said firmly. Roman huffed before stomping off to get changed. Virgil rolled his eyes. He was on his way to step up a board game before they went to sleep and saw Logan already in bed.

"What's going on?" He asked. Logan wiggled deeper under his covers, eyes already sliding closed.

"m sleepy. good night." Logan said making Virgil laughed under his breath at just how blunt Logan was when he got tired.

"Sleep well." Virgil said pressing a kiss to Logan's forehead before going to set up the board game further away from Logan's spot so they wouldn't disturb him. Logan peeked out at Virgil as he left before ducking fulling under the blankets and using the glow from his phone to look at his "galaxy tarot cards" some more.

Candy land was tense, Janus was dozing off leaning into Virgil's side, Remus and Roman weren't talking to each other and Patton was laying his chin on his puppy squish mellow and seemed to be almost drifting off to sleep too. Virgil was glad when the game ended with Patton winning and they could all go to sleep. He carried Janus to his bed and tucked him in with his bee plush. Paci in his mouth and he snuggled up in his blankets.

Virgil spent ten minutes piling stuffed animals around Patton after he was laying down. Surrounded by plushies, "Night night vee vee." Patton said before sleepily giggling.

"Night night Pat pat." Virgil said back watching his eyes already slid closed.

Remus and Roman were alright in bed, Roman pouting on the bottom bunk as Remus was worrying his lip on the top. "Hey, you guys ok?" Virgil asked softly.

"yes!" They both answered at the same time. "Night." Roman said rolling over so his back was to Virgil. Virgil frowned before looking over at Remus. Remus shrugged, "Good night vee."

"Stinky dreams." Virgil said, happy that it made Remus smile a bit. He went to his bed, climbing up the net and settling in his nest of blankets and pillows. His sleeping area was placed so he would be able to see everyone else easily. It was at the perfect height for him to feel safe from any under the bed monsters and see that everyone else was safe too.

Virgil grabbed his headphones and started watching some YouTube videos on his phone. 8 in the evening might be the littles bed time, but Virgil wasn't sleeping till at least 10.

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In the morning Janus woke up no longer little and before anyone else got up. Patton had managed to knock almost all of his plushies off the bed, his limbs sprawled out. Logan was hugging cards to his chest, sound asleep peacefully. Virgil still had his headphones on and was sleeping with one foot hanging off the side of his bed. Roman and Remus were both asleep in the bottom bunk. half laying on each other.

Janus started a pot of coffee as he waited for everyone to wake. Watching as Roman woke up and yelped before shoving Remus out of the bunk, causing Remus to startle awake before laughing and hitting Roman with a pillow. Patton woke up and dragged himself over for a cup of coffee.

Logan woke up and got coffee next, the tarot cards placed on the table with the others. He said nothing about it so Janus didn't either. Patton was too sleepily to notice. Virgil woke up last and jolted upright and scanned the area before he relaxed and removed his headphones.

Janus smiled into his mug.

[iyumeu]

Pillow Fort Movie Time! - with the Brothers

After begging, pleading, wheedling, and scoring As for all your tests, Lucifer had finally given in and allowed you to use the House of Lamentation's common area one (1) time to do whatever you wanted.

And you wanted to build a pillow fort.

However! You were not content with just a pillow fort. No. You wanted a Cinema Pillow Fort: large, extravagant, and with a television you could watch a movie on.

And so you went to Mammon, knowing that he had a large flat-screen television hoarded somewhere within his room that he wasn't using at all.

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> When you asked Mammon for the television, he was somewhat reluctant to part with it at first. After all, it had cost him a pretty penny and it was fragile!

> However, after telling him what you wanted to do with it and inviting him along (because he would be part of your pillow fort movie party. C'mon. He never leaves you alone and it'll be better to invite him rather than have him try to squeeze his way in. Inviting him would make him feel wanted and you definitely wanted him there!), he had blushed and said that it wasn't that he wanted to help you, but you had asked and he just so happened to be free so he would help you set up both the television and the fort! But he wasn't being nice! He was just... making sure that your pillow fort didn't suck! Because he'd be in there too! (Because he was your first! Your man!) And he didn't want to be in a pillow fort that sucked!

> Mammon had no idea what a pillow fort was. But he wasn't going to tell you that.

> He plugged up the television and hung up the canopy of the pillow fort, layering the blankets and cloth (and why had Mammon been hoarding so much good cloth?) and attaching them to the part of the ceiling where Lucifer usually strung him from so they were nice and secure.

> Your excitement and joy was rubbing off of him and he found himself looking forward to seeing the end result of the pillow fort the two of you were building together.

> Meanwhile you placed some futons and thin mattresses — whatever you had lying around, really — on the ground before covering them up with a few layers of plush and fluffy blankets for the base of the pillow fort.

This was when Belphegor trailed down the stairs, sleepily rubbing at his eye with one hand and holding his pillow in the other, pausing in his step when he saw caught sight of the utter mess you and Mammon had turned the common area to.

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> Belphegor's first thought was honestly to just leave you guys be. It looked like more trouble than it was worth and he couldn't really muster up the energy for it.

> But then you smiled at Mammon so openly and so sweetly, thanking him for his help, that Belphegor suddenly sound himself standing next to you, arms around you and his chin resting on your head.

> "MC... what are you doing?" he asked, ignoring Mammon's demands for him to keep his hands to himself.

> "I'm building a pillow fort!"

> Despite having a demon hanging off of you, you move with a practiced ease as you shifted the futons and mattresses around to ensure that there were neither bumps nor gaps in your base.

> With a similarly practiced ease, Belphie nuzzled his face into the crook of your shoulder.

> "What's a pillow fort?"

> You briefly explain to Belphie what a pillow fort was (pretending to ignore how Mammon listened in on the conversation as well): a construction made out of blankets, pillows, and other soft material resembling a sort of den or nest. It was supposedly very comfortable and cozy.

> This piqued Belphegor's interest. He asks if he can help. He wants to be praised too, like how you praised Mammon.

> You tell him to bring all the pillows he's willing to part with. This was something he could do. He had a lot of pillows, after all, and he would ask Beel to help him drag them all down.

> While Belphegor went to retrieve his pillows, you already had a few beanbags chairs that you bought specifically for this day that you placed around the fort. You piled your pillows together with them to create a few sizeable and steady piles to either lean back or bury yourself in.

Eventually, Beelzebub came down the stairs along with Belphegor, arms pull of pillows and cushions.

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> After setting down the pillows and watching Belphegor lie face first into a pile and fall asleep, Beelzebub's attention was immediately drawn to the pile of snacks you had set aside for your movie night.

> First, there were the snacks you had specifically imported from the human realm. Popcorn with various flavors, marshmallows, potato chips, ice cream... you even got yourself two buckets of cotton candy!

> Apart from those, you had spent the day cooking large servings of mac n' cheese, mashed potatoes, and warm soup (in a thermos!). You had also baked cookies and although half of them "mysteriously" disappeared when you were cooling them, you still had quite a sizeable serving left.

> Why did you have so much food? Because you planned ahead of course! From the very beginning, you knew that even though pillow fort movie night was something you planned for yourself, your wonderful, beloved, amazing, clingy demonic housemates would somehow become a part of it.

> The only thing you weren't sure was the number of demons joining you.

> It didn't matter though, considering Beelzebub was here.

> You had to stand between Beelzebub and the food, sternly holding your ground and talking him down. It was an extremely difficult endeavor, considering the lethality of Beelzebub's puppy eyes, but you pulled through. Just barely.

> You lied. You gave Beel the mashed potatoes.

> When you noticed that Beelzebub was still eyeing the rest of your food, you firmly told him that the food was saved for your movie night and that if he wanted to eat it, he had to wait until then.

> "When will movie night start?" he asked.

> "When the pillow fort is set up," you replied.

> +1 helper, get!

> He helped with most of the heavy lifting, bringing the high-backed dining chairs to act as boundary wall for the fort, tying the blankets to them.

> Your pillow fort was taking shape!

> However, it seemed a little too dark. You had completely forgotten to order the fairy lights you planned to use as mood lighting. Thankfully, you know someone who definitely had what you were looking for.

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When you knocked on Asmodeus' door to get some of his charmed candles (spelled to keep the flame to themselves! no more burns! no more accidental fires! no more fire hazards! get yours from akuzon now, for only—), he demanded to know what it was for.

> "Is it for a date? A candlelit dinner, maybe?" Asmodeus sidled up next to you, wrapping his arms around one of yours and snuggling close. "Or perhaps to set a romantic, sensual mood for certain... activities?"

> Was it just you or was Asmodeus' grip getting tighter?

> "Since when did you get a paramour anyway," he pouted. "I thought we were friends? Close friends, even! We're supposed to tell each other our secrets!"

> "It's for my pillow fort," you answered. "I'm making one downstairs with Mammon, Belphie, and Beel. You're welcome to join if you want to."

> "I'd love to join!" Asmodeus let go of your arm to grab his candles. "Scented or non-scented?"

> "Non-scented please, we'll be eating snacks while we watch the movie."

> Asmodeus gasped. "A movie? We're going to have a movie date? Ooh, I want to sit next to you! Can I?"

> "Uhhh, I don't mind, but the others might—"

> "It's settled!"

> Asmodeus looked so happy that you decided that you had to make space for him by your side, even if you were faced with ten thousand puppy eyes.

Just then, you saw that Leviathan's door was open and he was looking at the both of you with a pinched expression on his face.

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> When he realized that you were looking at him, he panicked.

> "MC!!" he blurted out. "I wasn't eavesdropping!"

> His face was flushed red but you noticed that his gaze was still enviously fixed onto you and Asmodeus.

> "Do you want to join us in the pillow fort as well?" you offered. Levi's face turned redder and his grip on the door tightened. Ahh Levi, you're warping the wood.

> "I don't need to join in on your normie activities!" he spat out and then immediately regretted it. "I mean, I don't need to, but I don't mind it! Since you've asked, I suppose I can join in on your movie night and pillow fort!"

> "You don't have to if you don't want to," you said. Half of you was trying to be nice. The other half just wanted to see Levi flustered. You couldn't help yourself. A flustered Levi was a cute Levi!

> Levi mumbled something under his breath. You blinked and leaned in closer.

> "What did you say?"

> "I said I want to!"

> You grinned at him and discovered a brand new shade of red.

> You reached out to link your arms with Asmodeus and Levi.

> "C'mon, let's get back down. The pillow fort should almost be done by now!"

> "Oh right MC," Asmodeus suddenly said. "I've been meaning to ask; what exactly is a pillow fort?"

> "..."

When you were done explaining to Asmodeus and Levi the intricacies of building the Ideal Pillow Fort, you saw Satan standing in the common area, looking curiously at the fort.

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> You swear, if you had to explain what a pillow fort was one more time—

> "Hello MC, is this... a blanket fort?" Satan asked.

> Oh thank god.

> Or the devil?

> Religion is hard when you're in hell.

> "Yes! I call it a pillow fort but blanket fort is one of its names as well."

> "I see."

> Satan had come across blanket forts — or pillow forts, as MC called them — before in some of the human romance novels he's read. Usually they were used during terribly intimate moments between the romantic leads, or between two very close friends.

> Huddling together and trading hushed whispers, intertwined fingers and shoulders brushing against each other, a small part of Satan has always wanted to try it out with someone.

> Try it out with you, you, it could only be you.

> But he hadn't known how to make a blanket fort and if he were every to do something like that with you, he would want it to be perfect.

> He couldn't find any books on the subject of making blanket forts either so he eventually gave up on his fantasy.

> But now, here it was. The blanket fort.

> It was a little bigger than how he imagined it to be, but it was fine.

> There were also more people compared to how things were in his fantasy but that was also fine.

> He took careful notes in his head. Next time, he would be able to replicate a blanket fort and hopefully you would be willing to share it with him.

> "Would you like to join in?" you asked because Satan was really eyeing the pillow fort with a strange intensity.

> "If you don't mind," Satan replied with a smile.

It was just then that Lucifer came home.

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> "When you said that you wanted free reign over the common area, this was not what I had in mind," Lucifer commented.

> "Haha," you said. And because you already had like six out of seven of the brothers agreeing to join you in your fort, you decided to test your chances with Lucifer. After all, it would suck for him to feel left out. "We're all gonna watch a movie together, would you like to watch with us?"

> There was a long pause as Lucifer looked at you, at the pillow fort, at his brothers, and then at his suitcase.

> Just as you were sure that Lucifer was going to turn down your invitation, he sighed and gave you a small smile.

> Tiny, miniscule, microscopic softening of the eyes, but you knew him well enough to tell that it was a smile.

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> It took a while but eventually you all got yourself settled into the pillow fort. It wasn't a very tight fit, but it certainly was cozy with your clingy demon housemates squeezed tight all around you.

> Each of them had to have a part of their body touching yours, like you were their life source and it brought back memories to the time you went to the beach and, in the hotel, they all formed a circle around you to sleep like some sort of deranged ritual.

> Still, they wouldn't be your beloved demon housemates without all their oddities and quirks and you love them all dearly for it.

> It also helps that not all of them ran hot; some of them actually ran cold so you didn't have to worry about getting overheated anytime soon.

> Anyway, you were comfortable and once you made sure everyone else was too, you loaded your movie and hit play.

"I'd never given much thought to how I would die—"