#i feel like he hasn’t painted his nails in a while though

[oncamelliastreet]

someone write me a painter!luke fic right fucking now

[minarinnn]

girl dinner anon here please can I have more crumbs of Kunigami and Barou your writing for them was so good and I haven’t seen anything new for them in a while 😭🙏

I dunno if I want anything specific- maybe like breeding or something but you can do whatever your heart desires desires 🙏🙏🙏🙏

OMG I ENJOYED WRITING THAT SM NGL, this took longer than expected but honestly it’s bc i kinda forgot to post it so yh sorry for the delay lmao

content/trigger warnings: afab! reader, characters are aged up, breeding, mentions of pregnancy, pregnancy kink, degrading, praising, groping, rough sex, implied size kink

BAROU

barou always pulled out. he didn’t mind it. there was never any real desire to get you pregnant. that was until he saw you with his baby nephew at a family event. the kid was around 2 years old and you spent almost the whole night fussing over him

you played, fed, and even cuddled with him. he saw his nephews sleeping figure in your arms as your soft hands caressed his back. he doesn’t know why but barou felt all tingly inside. he never had the urge to do it but the thought of you carrying a kid that looks exactly like him turned him on immensely

so when you get to your shared apartment and barou pounces on you, you think nothing of it. you’re like putty in his big, rough hands. you really couldn’t get enough of him

the way his dick stretched you out perfectly, bruising your cervix as you moaned out his name. your pretty nails scratching and leaving marks along his back while his heavy balls smacked against your ass

your eyes rolling back over his rough pacing that immediately makes you go dumb on his fat cock. his hands groping all over your body as he growls lewd things in your ears that make you clench impossibly harder on his dick

“it hasn’t even been ten minutes and you’re already dumb on my cock, huh? you pretty little slut” the words making you whine and your eyes water. “i’m gonna fuck my baby into you” he grunted, reaching deeper into your soaking cunt “you’d like that, wouldn’t you pretty?”

you nod, babbling incoherent words as your second orgasm washed over you, making you buck your hips towards him. “i’m’a make you a fuckin’ mommy” is the last thing he said before dumping his seed into your cunt, thrusting it deep into you, making you take every single drop

KUNIGAMI

kunigami has always been a big family guy so the though of having a family of his own always excited him. but when you said you didn’t wanna have kids yet, he respected it. though he did have the habit of asking questions like ‘when do you think you’ll be ‘ready?’ ‘how many do you wanna have?’ ‘do you want any at all?’

so when you told him you were getting off the pill, not because you wanted children, but because of the side effects that came with it, he was oddly weird about it. maybe it was because he enjoyed cumming inside of you and now he had to pull out

the next few times go by with him pulling out, he didn’t like doing it, but he respected you and your wishes. as much as he’d like to dump his cum into you like he used to, he knew he had to restrain himself

but when the words “im ready” and “please cum inside” slip out of your mouth while he’s pounding his dick into you, he goes feral. his pace immediately picks up, making you moan in pleasure as his thrust went from gentle and loving to rough and quick

kunigami’s mind was filled with images of your belly growing and your boobs heavy and sore. the thought of you carrying his baby just fueled him to the max

you could feel his dick twitching within your gummy walls as his lips feverishly kissed along your entire body, his thumb rubbing circles on your thigh. “you’re gonna be such a good mommy” his sweet words contrasted his rough pace. you could feel his big cock pushing past your cervix and his breeder balls smacking against your plush ass

with a few more thrust and a few whines, he painted your walls white. resting his sweaty body on top of yours while he kissed your shoulder. both your chest’s heaving up and down while your hand roamed his fluffy orange hair

“i hope we have twins”

© MINARINNN 2023 - please do not plagiarize or upload my content on any social media platform.

[moonstruckme]

apple pie - send a character + a prompt off this list and I’ll write a drabble

hi mae!! congrats on 7k you're amazing! the new pfp is also very pretty. so, can I please get ⁴⁾ red-painted nails with james? thank you very much!

Thanks lovely!

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 450 words

You’ve observed that while your boyfriend has many talents, James is not good at slow-going, punctilious tasks. He can’t sit still. 

“I can too!” he insists when you share this with him. “You can’t sit still.” 

James is sitting with the wrist of your hand grasped in one of his, the other wielding the brush of your nail polish between two fingers. He’s concentrating so hard that his tongue is peeking out from the corner of his mouth, and yet thus far he’s managed to paint most of your fingertip a bright red. 

“It helps if my hand is resting on something steady,” you offer. 

“Are you saying I don’t have a steady grip?” 

“No. Of course not.” You suppress a smile. James tries to start on your next finger, and it naturally dips under the weight of the brush. 

“Angel, could you stay still?” 

“I’m trying!” you laugh. He tries to give you a vexed look, co-opted from his moodier friends (James is not truly prone to vexation), but his lips betray him by twitching. 

“You’re intentionally sabotaging me.” 

“Why would I do that?” 

“So that when you show up to the match tomorrow, you’ll have one nice hand and one shit hand, and everyone will know who did which.” 

You roll your eyes, grinning. You painted the nails on your left hand to show James how it’s done. Admittedly, it does look far neater than the mayhem he’s inflicting upon your right. 

“It’s normal for one hand to look better than the other,” you tell him. “Anyway, it still counts as Gryffindor spirit whether it’s messy or not, doesn’t it?” 

“Yeah,” James mumbles. “You’ll wave at me with this hand, right?” 

“If you want me to.” 

“Good.” He kisses the tip of one of your fingers that’s dried. You wince. You feel like that much polish could be poisonous. “You know, I actually don’t care if people know I did this one. It shows that you trusted me enough to do it, yeah?” 

“Wrongly, it seems.” 

“So sweet.” James pretends as though he hasn’t heard you, pecking you on the lips. “Honestly, if I get it all over your whole hand, that’ll probably be even better luck for the team. More red to cheer us on.” 

You eye his hand holding the brush. “You won’t, though, right? Like, that’s not the goal.” 

“I’ll try not to. But you won’t wipe it off, will you, sweetheart? You’ll leave it the way it is?” 

“I…sometimes when I wash my hands, bits come off…” 

“Then just don’t wash your hands.” At your incredulous look, James clarifies, “Only until after the match. Please?” 

You sigh. “All right.” 

He kisses you again. “Attagirl.” 

[danikamariewrites]

Giving You Gifts

Mob!Azriel x reader AU

A/n: A look at how much Azriel loves to shower you with gifts (especially when he can’t see you)

Warnings: none

Azriel has a taste for extravagant items, especially if it’s something he wants (or you)

Knows your style/all your favorite things

He sends flowers to be delivered at work for you (just to piss off your boss and show that if he makes you mad/upset he will have Azriel to deal with)

The flowers Azriel usually sends you are large, colorful bouquets and are always different

Some of them include colors of your favorite paintings

You sometimes forget about the weekly flower delivery, especially when you get busy. But Feyre always remembers. She says it’s the highlight of her week because of how nervous Gavin gets

Every once in a while when Az asks you about your day you’ll mention getting your nails done or something you wanted to buy after work or what you were craving for lunch/dinner. Azriel will send you money, like more than you need for what you were buying, and he always adds cute little notes with smiley faces. He also sends money just bc

His lil messages are: “just bc I love you 💕” “get us matching Stanley’s baby” “for a book spree you deserve it :)”

With jewelry, Azriel is very selective. He doesn’t want to get you anything too big or flashy that you wouldn’t wear it

So it’s usually dainty but expensive

He wouldn’t get you rings though, only necklaces, bracelets, and earrings

Az wants the first ring he gives you to be your engagement ring 😌

You go to parties with Az and he always wants you to feel like you for in with his crowd of people

He felt guilt the first time he invited you and you had a break down over what to wear so now he always makes sure you get a new dress/outfit for any occasion whether it be a party or just going out to dinner

Before a date he always texts you that he can’t wait to see you (even if you just saw him that morning)

He also sends a mini bouquet of roses before a date

When he picks you up he never shows up empty handed

Azriel either has another extravagant gift or just a small thing he saw and thought of you

After a date night Azriel skips dessert at the restaurant and takes you to your favorite ice cream place

Azriel hates when work gets in the way of seeing you. But he knows he has an obligation to fulfill and unfortunately you have to come second sometimes

Azriel always makes up for when he can’t see you due to a work trip

Of course he sends you stuff but he likes to focus on quality time with you

If he could he’d keep you in bed for a week straight he would but you’d yell at him

But he makes sure to pay extra attention to you and put work down when he hasn’t seen you for a week or so

Az definitely does those just because baskets with little gifts

The first time you stay over night at his house he makes a little basket for you full of all of your essentials (so you can have them at his place now), new PJ’s, a blanket for the both of you, and snacks

[outro-jo]

little things the dreamies love

pairing: nct dream x reader

type: headcanon?

warning: none? mentions of dog and anxiety

a/n: please read info before requesting

masterlist | info

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mark: when your nails are longer. now, he’s a firm believer that your beauty and hygiene routine is totally up to you but he can’t deny how much he loves longer nails. mostly bc of the lazy head or back scratches you give that practically have him purring in your lap. on days when he’s more tired or stressed, he comes home, laying his head in your lap and takes your hand to put it on his head. you get the idea pretty quickly and give the poor boy what he wants. he especially asks for scratches on nights when his mind is racing and he can’t get to sleep. in less than ten minutes he’s out like a light.

renjun- the way you two can communicate without talking sometimes. for as long as he can remember, you two have just always been on the same wavelength. even when you were friends, it was almost like the two of you had a secret language without even saying a word. it comes in handy when you’re out and either one of your social batteries inevitably runs out. he also gets to shit talk the other members and have you laughing from all the way across the room. 

jeno- it’s the way your head fits in the crook of his neck. his heart does somersaults literally every time. jeno first noticed it when he was playing games and you made yourself comfortable on his lap. usually you just rest your head on his shoulder but this time you laid on his chest. you were feeling a bit anxious that day and you knew the steady thud of his heartbeat would ground you. while you were trying to calm down jeno needed to see over you, so he instinctively rested his chin on your head. the second you snuggled in closer, he nearly lost in his game because he froze up for a bit. the way you fit into him was just so astronomically perfect that it was taking everything for him not to lose it. 

haechan- donghyuk thought he was sassy… until he met you. you’re so quick and witty and it’s particularly helpful around his hyungs. being surrounded by older peers so often, donghyuk can find himself being teased. since having you around, there’s always a shot right back of friendly fire that’s so well executed that it has him and the other boys rolling in laughter every time. it becomes less fun when he’s the target though.

jaemin- you’re always up for anything. he comes to you with the most random ideas or things to do and you’re always down. late night convenience store run? definitely. randomly rearranging the furniture? absolutely. finger painting like 5 yr olds? 1000%. you also put up with his off the wall thoughts and questions. he’s definitely the type to ask “would you still love me if i was a worm?” at 3 am and you give him an answer even when you’re half asleep. (the answer is yes btw) you never judge him or make him feel weird. nothing fazes you and that’s how he knows you’re his person. 

chenle- deagal immediately took to you from the moment she met you. there are many times chenle has introduced people to his baby and she hasn’t taken to them. he was so relived when you two met and she hopped right into your lap. when you’re around, she follows you everywhere like a little shadow. chenle would be hurt if it wasn’t so damn cute. his heart also melts at the way you care for her like she’s your own. every special routine or the way she likes her food, anything for the princess and you do not mind at all. 

jisung- he catches you looking at him sometimes or rather, the dreamies caught you looking at him one time. jisung was happily minding his business when you were all hanging out when he got a message in the group chat and it was a picture of you staring up at him like he was the center of the universe captioned, “damn what did our little maknae do to have them falling so hard?” the boys continued to joke around but jisung melted completely. ever since he tries to catch glimpses of you any chance he gets. 

[yourheart-inmyhands]

heyyy it’s me again😓

i love ur writing sorryy😭 whenever it’s more convenient for you tho could i ask for yan zhongli (im obsessed with that man omfg), ayato and pantalone (again im obsessed w him sorry🥀) with a darling who is like, super high-maintenance? for an example they need to have their hair and nails done or they REFUSE(including them) to go near anyone because they think they don’t look good enough

stay safe, take breaks and make sure u are healthy above everything tho!!💗

-🐚

so i've never been into any of the hair and nails stuff (got my nails done professionally once in middle school, got sick of em after a week and ripped em all off) so i don't know how correct the lingo is, i kinda just went based off what i know from my sister, so i hope you enjoy :D

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including a small bit of delusional behavior, a small bit of obsessive behaviors, no specific pronouns used for the reader but a lot of mentions of reader having their hair/nails/lashes being done, and the rest is just sorta soft. Please read at your own risk!

Yandere!Zhongli, if you think this man has the mora to pay for anything you’re funny. There is an upside to this though, while he can’t pay to have you get your nails and hair done, or your lashes or for whatever else you wanna get, he can learn to do it for you. Hair and lashes take him a while as they can be more finicky but nails he picks up instantly. Not only is it cheaper but you can describe to him exactly what you want and he’ll be able to do it because he understands you and knows what you mean when you describe things. Plus you don’t have to worry about looking good when you get them done, you can just hang around in your pajamas until everything is finished.

Zhongli listened as you described the design you wanted on your nails, sorting through the assortment of polishes he had collected over his time with you. He’d do anything to please you, and while he couldn’t pay for the things you loved, he could certainly learn to do it for you. He understood wanting to maintain a certain image to the public but he’ll always insist that you look your best when you’re just you. When your hair hasn’t been done in a while, no fake lashes, and when your nails are just painted, no extra things on it. He doesn’t mind appearances, finding that he’s lived too long to base his relationship off something as simple as that, but he does appreciate both sides of you. While he’ll gladly chat about things while he does your nails or gossip while he does your hair, he’ll occasionally remind you that regardless of how you look, he’s always going to love you.

Yandere!Ayato is on top of it, like he schedules and pays for everything. He hires only the best and has them come to you, so that you can get the proper treatment you deserve in the comfort of the Kamisato Estate. You have personal stylists who do your nails, your hair, lashes, wardrobe updates, anything you want and they can do it. They also have some of the hottest gossip about the happenings in Inazuma, giving a proper salon treatment everytime they’re around.

You weren’t sure how Ayato made time to always schedule your appointments and such, keeping more on top of them than you did some days, but you weren’t about to complain about it. Your nail tech and hair stylist were amazing at their jobs, catering to your every whim and doing a phenomenal job at that, like they were born for this kind of work. The stories they brought with them were always just as great, the latest happenings around the city and the nation as a whole, who was doing what now and such on and so forth. Ayato would come to check in on you occasionally throughout your appointment, checking that everything was going well. And of course, when it’s done he expects you to come to his office and show off. He doesn’t care if you interrupt anything, to him you’re his top priority always. Plus he loves to see his darling all dolled up, feeling like the prettiest person in all of Inazuma. In his opinion, you always are, dolled up or not.

Yandere!Pantalone appreciates your intense take on your looks as appearances are a huge thing in his line of work, both on the business aspect and the intimidation aspect. He wants people to see that his accumulated wealth doesn’t go to waste, that he didn’t work for nothing. No, he uses his mass amount of mora to spoil his beloved, someone he has no problem writing checks or opening his wallet for. Anyone else can mind their own, his money is yours. The only downside to this is that he’s a horribly busy man, he’ll find whatever stylists you want and find some way to bring them to the Palace so you can have your appointments in the security of the Harbingers, but it’s up to you to schedule the appointments and keep track of when you’ll need to see them again. Just make sure you tell him when they are when you go to flaunt your new hairstyle and nail’s to him.

Pantalone’s soft smile spread just a bit farther across his face as you came bounding into his office, a bright smile of your own. You had just gotten your hair done and nails touched up and he could tell you were back to feeling like yourself again. While he appreciated all your looks and sides, he loved seeing you smiling and happy, and if that meant spending all this money for you to get pampered, he didn’t mind. He didn’t understand a lot of the words you used as you described what they did to your hair and nails, but he happily listened anyway, his delicate smile never faltering as you retold the whole chain of events. Even if his smile was often for show, when you were around it was never more genuine. He holds your hands in his larger, gloved ones as he looks over your nails, his fingers lightly tracing over the designs with an amused glimmer in his eyes. You were certainly something, and he intended to keep that bright light of yours shining.

[devildomwriter]

Chapter 12 Complete Summary

Spoilers for chapter 11-12

Part one MC is in the dark and hears Nightbringer.

Nightbringer asks if they can hear him and asks explains he goes by many names and it’s been a while since he was called Nightbringer. He asks MC is they want to go home and explains he can’t send them home because if they continue way they are sure to find happiness. MC asks why they want that and he explains if they are happy so is he and that they both want the same thing—for MC to forge pacts with the brothers.

He then leaves MC with a cryptic message

“The scales are tipping, moving far out of balance. Darkness will overflow it’s golden plate, covering all in shadow… Night will come to this world and I will be the one to bring it.”

MC returns to reality and hears and sees all the brothers and Solomon and Thirteen begging them to hang on. They ask Thirteen for help but she says she did not make the fountain of knowledge and has no control over it.

Part two MC is in a deep coma, Levi talks to them first and explains he wished he’d known they were human and would’ve asked many things. He even kisses them (optional) after explaining even though he’s scared of most places still, he’d be willing to go out anywhere with them and only them

Part three Satan is now with Mc reading a human story to them. He admits he is glad he wasn’t there when it was revealed MC was human because he fears he may have accidentally destroyed them in anger. He comments that he isn’t sure why he was so angry but believes it’s because there was something about MC he didn’t know and asks MC why he feels this way.

Part four Beelzebub is eating next to MC and explains MC is surrounded by food and gifts brought to them by his brothers and wonders if he was also supposed to bring something sweet. He tells Mc he has a secret he hasn’t told anyone, not even Belphie, and to wake up soon so he can tell them

Part five Mammon escapes into Mc’s room from the commotion of all his brothers fighting. He scolds them for sleeping and leaving him alone. He then tells them about how Lucifer was injured in the war and that he decided he should step up as the big brother but wasn’t able to compare to Lucifer and that with MC there he began to feel like he could accomplish things if he put his mind to it.

Part six Asmodeus is now keeping MC company, complaining that after destroying the house they all have to sleep in the common room.

He then paints their nails and talks about first coming to the Devildom. He explains that when he first got there he was afraid to open the windows because it was so dark and he couldn’t see anything; in contrast to the Celestial realm—always bathed in a warm light. He suspects his brothers felt the same way.

As all of them were healing and cooped up in the castle he started doing their nails as a way to show they were connected and that’s why he’s doing MC’s nails too.

Part seven Belphegor is now with MC and immediately apologizes for blaming humans for Lilith’s death. He asks for forgiveness and says he knows he’s selfish for asking that. He goes in to exaolin Lilith’s love for humans and that she thought it was arrogant of angels and demons to “guide” humans as if they weren’t strong or powerful themselves. Belphegor says he didn’t understand her way of thinking until meeting MC the “coolest, strongest, cutest, most beautiful” person he’s ever met. He asks them to wake up and swear he feels MC grip his hand but plays it up and falls asleep next to them.

Part eight Lucifer is now with MC and asks why they are in the Devildom, why they have his ring, why they want to protect him and why they chose to give up his grimoire.

He then admits what really happened with Lilith and feeling responsible for laughing off Beel’s concerns with Lilith becoming so attached to humans.

He reveals Lilith was going to receive the harshest punishment for an angel—have her wings taken, be cast into the darkness forever and could never be reborn. All this for loving a human and this made him question his father for the first time—someone who should never be questioned.

He also explains that Diavolo turned her into a human and if his father or Michael ever found out it’d be an all out war between the Devildom and celestial realm but Diavolo took that risk anyway.

He tells them everyday it gets harder to look at his brother while keeping the secret Lilith is alive and that it feels like a dagger to the heart.

After asking MC to wake up, the ring of light starts to glow

Part A Beelzebub is on his way to his room when he runs into Levi who’s just left MC’s room. He next runs into Asmodeus who’s happy he’s just received new nail polish.

Beelzebub enters his room to talk to Belphegor and tell him about MC. Belphegor laughs that MC has been buried in gifts in what is essentially a shrine.

Beelzebub tells a worried Belphegor that MC isn’t the type to stay mad and will forgive him and he should go visit. Belphegor agrees but asks for more time.

Hard Mode we see Luke, Simeon, and Satan ready to greet everyone back home when Lucifer charges in with the comatose MC and brings them to their room. Simeon casts a blessing to help stabilize them and everyone asks what is happening. Luke suggest they discuss over dinner since he, Simeon and Satan helped make it. Everyone is surprised satan made something and excited to try it and thank him. Satan asks to speak with MC alone first.

[eddies-ashtray]

the simplicity and loveliness of laying with eddie <333

*could be read as an alternative ending to this blurb

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the moon hangs full and bright in the sky, you have a perfect view of it’s sparkling face through the half open curtain in eddie’s room. it’s quiet except for the hum of crickets just outside—singing their nighttime song in the overgrown grass—and the gentle, wonderful thump of eddie’s heart beating in his chest. everything in his room glows a delightful, warm orange from the christmas lights you’d helped him—ogled at him while he hung them himself, really—string up in his room earlier in the day.

there’s also the slight flickering light of the scented candle he lit on his bedside table; the room smells of warm cookies. he’d insisted on lighting it to rid the room of the scent of cigarettes and weed and also because it’s kinda romantic, too, isn’t it? because despite appearances, eddie is a softie and the biggest romantic you’ve ever met. 

you play with his hand that lays on his naked chest while your head rests right above his heart. the sound of his beating heart is still such a relief to you, such a comfort, even after so long. you don’t want to think about why that is though, so you focus on his hands. eddie has such nice hands and they look so pretty when he paints his nails. well, actually, you painted them today—a dark blue colour, and you’re rather proud of how clean they look; no smudging around his skin or cuticles.

it’s late november and wayne hasn’t gotten around to fixing the heater yet, but eddie acts as your own personal furnace as you curl closer to him, and he pulls you closer still by the arm he has around your shoulders. 

this is the most perfect moment, you think. the second you do, you feel a little silly because there’s nothing inherently special about this specific moment. but for some reason it’s just special in its own right; maybe because you’re with your favourite person in the whole world, and you’re laying with him, and things feel so simple and so easy. 

neither of you have spoken for several minutes, in a post-coital state of sleepiness; not so much that you’re exhausted enough to fall asleep, but enough that you feel relaxed and maybe a tad giddy. but suddenly, you feel the desire to express some sort of gratitude or love for him because being here with eddie right now feels ridiculously lovely. 

“would it-would it be corny of me to say that i wish we could stay in this moment forever?” you say, tracing soft patterns over his stomach.

eddie huffs a quiet laugh through his nose and thumbs at your chin so you meet his eyes. 

“it would be very corny,” eddie decides, smiling like you’ve said what he was thinking. “but you haven’t really said it yet, so it doesn’t count.”

“oh, those are the rules now?” you tease, probably with the most lovesick look on your face.

“those are the rules now,” eddie repeats definitively, a certain cadence to the sentence present that indicates that he’s saying silly things just to say silly things.

“okay.”

a beat of silence marked by a loud whoosh of wind outside that rustles the trees, and then:

“i wish we could stay in this moment forever,” he says, his tone genuine.

you nuzzle further into his chest, smiling to yourself. a joyful, completely happy feeling rises in your chest because it’s always such a wonderful thing to be reminded that your love for him is reciprocated in near exact amounts—though eddie claims he loves you more quite adamantly when you tell him you love him.

“you’re right,” you agree. “that was corny.”

eddie laughs shortly again, then gently pulls you into the sweetest kiss; not too chaste that you can’t enjoy it for a moment—in fact, you hear yourself involuntarily sigh into his mouth—and just enough passion that it makes you a little dizzy in the best way.

that kiss snuffed out any teasing left on your tongue, as you blink blearily up at him and confess, “i love you, eddie”

the smallest smile plays on his lips before he says, “i love you more.”

[toulousewayne]

Batfamily Shenanigans:Head-canons Pt: 3

Even though has vigilantes they Batfam drive several different vehicles, most of them don’t have a license or got it late. Steph,Cass,Duke, and Damian don’t have licenses. Dick,Tim, and Barbara have licensed, Jason has a fake license due to the fact he and Bruce were supposed to declare him not dead but both have forgotten and he just gets Barbara to update it if it expires.

Speaking of cars I feel like those that can drive have favorite or one specific vehicle that use.

Bruce drives an all grey Lamborghini or a red Porsche.

Dick has a older Porsche in green.

Barbara had a yellow buggy when she was younger but now she has a black SUV.

Tim usually takes one of Bruce’s Mercedes.

Jason has two motorcycles and a older impala he fixed up in his spare time.

Damian likes to paint his sisters nails, he finds it calming. Stephanie is his favorite, Cass only likes her nails painted sometimes not all the time and Babs picks at her nails when she’s stressed. Stephanie let’s him pick the color and the just sit in his room while he paints.

Bruce has a large collection of alcohol but he himself doesn’t drink.

Alfred has a notebook with a contact for each family member in case they won’t listen to him or needs help. Bruce has Clark, Dick has Wally, Jason has Roy, Tim has Conner, Damian has Jon, and Barbara has Dinah. If plan A fails he’ll call plan B for any of them. Diana.

Tim has Hypoglycemia.

Dick has the most tattoos. It’s only five and their all small.

Bruce can’t stand the smell of gasoline it reminds him of when he lost Jason.

Alfred will order pizza once a month. One to give him a break and two because no eats the same pizza so he has order everyone their own whole pizza. It goes as followed.

Bruce doesn’t really like pizza that much but he eat what kind Alfred orders him, Dick is a Hawaii pizza Guy pineapple and all, Jason likes Buffalo chicken pizza, Tim likes pepperoni, Damian of course gets vegetarian, Duke what pepperoni and nothing else, Stephanie like plain cheese, Cass likes Pepperoni and and black olives, Barbara likes Supreme,and Alfred doesn’t like pizza he likes the cheesy garlic bread or flatbread pizza.

Personally I think of Jason has either half Latino and Italian or Puerto Rican, Tim has Korean American.

In that same vein, I see the Batfamily in this height range: Jason is 6’2-6’3, Bruce is 6’2,Alfred is 6’1, Duke is 6’0, Dick is 5’11, Barbara is 5’10, Stephanie and Cassandra are 5’9,Tim is 5’8, Damian is 5’5.

Also, we all know Tim is Bi,Selina is Bi and Kate is a lesbian. I see the other Bats as different sexual orientation as well. Dick is Pan, Jason is Asexual, Stephanie is Pan, Cass and Damian are both Aromatic, Duke is straight, and Barbara is Bicurious but is comfortable to enough to appreciate beautiful women. Bruce is Bi and just doesn’t know it yet.

Cass is very good a tending to different hairstyles and textures. She braids Babs,Steph and Dick’s hair. She’s also helps Damian and Bruce with their hair due to over styling it putting to much product in their hair. She also cuts Dick’s hair when it gets to long and greasy.

Duke is very good baking and his sweets are high on everyone’s lists like Alfred.

Stephanie definitely is the Big Sister Damian always needed. She pranks him, teases him about his crushes, but she also leaves her apartment window unlocked for Damian to enter at anytime of the night when he feels overwhelmed and doesn’t want to go to Bludhaven. She takes him to his favorite art supply store in Gotham Heights, and even gifts him stuff for his next project.

Tim is definitely the lost child of Dick and Barbara. Even though the two aren’t together and have different relationships(another head cannon), Tim is pretty much their child of divorce. They both have check his location to make sure he’s not trying to burn down LexCorp, or if he hasn’t left is room for three days straight Tim might find it strange that all tech disabled except for his phone but it’s reprogrammed to only call Barbara and only then will she fix it devices. Dick will just randomly enter Tim’s office at Wayne Enterprises and will mess with his stuff while Tim’s on a zoom meeting. And once he’s done he will ask Tim what’s their plans for lunch.

Selina and Talia both will make random trips to Wayne Manor to check on their children. Selina has threatened Bruce’s life numerous times for shouting at Dick or Duke. Bruce has woken up in the middle of the night to a dagger drawn to his throat he knows it’s Talia and all she says is, “Don’t make me have to have this talk again beloved, I’d hate for poor Alfred to have to clean up your room.”

Tim and Damian both hate mint chocolate chip ice cream. Cass finds it enjoyable and will help eat their portions if she needs to.

Duke taught Damian how to play Spades, and in return Damian taught him to paint so he could paint his girlfriend a gift for their anniversary.

[jaxxsoxxn]

Do you think boomer would ever be comfortable talking about his son’s death? I mean losing the kid is way harder.

Or he hasn’t never told anyone he ever had a son and when he just mentioned it out of the blue everyone’s like surprise and I can just imagine Harley saying oh my God you have a kid can we see him and Boomer just said it’s so normally you can’t, he’s dead he got murdered anyway, I’m hungry 

I feel like Boomer doesn't deal well with death of people close to him. He probably just doesn't actually think of it as a thing that happened, but more like as a fact - my son was also ginger, he was young, he died.

He gets into his feelings only when he has to recall the way he died and it's like it happens all over again. I'd say it's something like shock for him, just staying way longer than for normal people.

Digger can be childish, but he's also kinda... Apathetic to most things that happen around him. Most people would probably tie the "he's dead" under it, but I feel like Harley, ex psychologist, would try to get some more information and with every push, it'd just make Boomer more jumpy, more scared.

If the kid would die in front of him, I imagine he'd remember every single detail. Especially since I hc it that the kid died at his 8th bday. (you know, just for fun)

So, for me, it would be way more like the second version.

~~~

The squad was mostly tired right now. The after-mission high was slowly dying out, when they sat down in the random Gotham fast-food and Flag went to get their orders in. The subject was technically started by Harley, one of her painted nails pointed at a kids meal with a toy.

"Ya think we should get it for my gal and Toyboy?" she said, a genuinely happy smile on her face. "And the toys aren't bat-themed!"

Shark grabber the menu and pulled it almost comically close to his face, while Floyd rolled his eyes.

"Zoey has been into green lantern theme lately, though she says Wonder Woman is still her favourite..." he mumbled, trying to keep his typical for Gotham look.

"My kid loved the toys back in Australia, doubt he'd like them here though."

Boomer said, shocking most of them. Deadshot looks at him with worry mixed with anger, while Shark tries to decide if it's another weird joke. Only Harley smiles wider, though there's slight surprise in her eyes, too.

"Ya have a kid? Oh me, are they ginger like ya? How old are they? Why haven't we met em?! Do ya have pictures?" her voice is delighted at the idea, even though a smaller Digger doesn't sound so great.

"Uh, ye, a son, yeah, eight and he's dead, been dead for a while, so I don't have pictures." he counts the answers out on his fingers, missing how everyone freezes. Before anyone tries to say more, he softly whispers under his breath, like it's a memory hitting him suddenly: "I didn't have money for his burial..."

And Harley catches the shake of his hand, the tremble of his voice and the way his eyes look down in shame and something so close to self-hatered that it makes her stomach flip.

By the time food comes, Boomer's acting like he never said anything, eating with vigor of someone who didn't have a meal for weeks. The rest of them just send each other worried stares in silence, poking at the food and trying to regain their appetite.

[sadsimp]

Johnny Hcs

Warnings: Talks of murder, cannibalism, kidnapping (it’s Johnny what were you expecting?), and describing his dick, let me know if I missed anything <3 

Have some more of Johnny 😈

*Body*

Stands at 6 ft and 2 inches and weighs 200 lbs (canon) and it’s all muscle. Muscular but not to the point where it’s too much I think. Helps him get peoples attention so he can lead/kidnap them back to the house and overpower people easily 

Shows off his muscles subtly and makes it look like he doesn’t mean to do it, it just 

happens(he does mean to) 

The only fat he has on him is his ass and thighs

I’m joking I’m joking (I’m not)

I’m surprised he’s not as tan as I would expect, he’s kinda pale?? Might be just my lighting but he’s not tan at all

Has scars all over his body. Got quite a few scars from fights whether from victims or when he was a kid. I hc that he wears the gloves because he burned both his hands pretty bad and I think it was because he was doing something stupid (like holding a firecracker and letting Sissy light it)

Speaking of hands, big. Nice long and semi thick fingers? Doesn’t like it when people look or touch them. I think it’ll take forever til he’ll let you and if you say something that he finds odd, you won’t ever touch them again. 

He probably won’t let you paint his nails 😭 it’ll take a lot of convincing to let him paint his nails and if he does?? Makes you do black only at first then maybe blue if he sees that if makes you super happy and he gets some sort of “payment” *wink wink hint hint nudge nudge* 

He pretty much takes care of any injuries he gets by himself. Just washes with water and bandages it up. Does okay with stitches if he needs them? But his hands shake a bit so it’s not really neat

I feel like his hair is greasy and thick. It’s only soft when he blow dries it, the softness only lasts for a day though. Doesn’t like when people touch it but he lets them to make them more comfortable and so he can bring them back home. It looks dark brown to me so that’s what I’m going with 

If he’s in a relationship with you? first of all how did you manage that?? And secondly, he  might let you play with his hair after a good while but I wouldn’t count on it and only if he’s serious about you

Kinda has good hygiene? Like, he showers and brushes his teeth because nobody wants stanky breath and BO but he’s not the cleanest 

Has a lovely arch nose <3 I can imagine the Reader pulling on it as a way to mess with him 😩

Has very pretty brown eyes <3 and very nice eyelashes if you ever seen the tcm petals

Dick talk (lmao)

I personally think this man is packing. A little over 7 inches, very thick and but not too veiny. Fills you up nicely but it does sting sometimes when he doesn’t prep you enough (or at all)

Curves a bit to the left <3 and I’m sorry but he has hairy balls (he has to, he has the energy) 

Has a big bush, man does not shave and will not. Might trim it a bit but doesn’t put any effort into it. 

Also doesn’t mind a bush or body hair on any partners either surprisingly, since they can’t really afford razors he’s used to everyone not shaving at all unless he or Sissy steals it for everyone 

Has a nice happy trail too😩 it’s not a lot but it’s noticeable. Goes a tiny bit about his bellybutton and it’s the same color as his hair. Hairy legs too but his arms aren’t really that hairy. He has a bit of a stubble too <3

*General*

I heard someone saying that he’s the youngest?? Normally Bubba is the youngest?? Johnny has to be old enough to go to bars so I’m going to say he’s about 25-26 

Motherfucker snores like a train. Sometimes he takes snoring if he hasn’t fallen asleep yet just to catch victims escaping 

Pet names I think he would use (if you surprisingly ended up with him) are: Sugar, Darling, Princess/Prince, Sweatpea, Sunshine, Baby Doll, and I really think he would also use Precious. 

“Ain’t you so precious.” Then mf bites you, slaps away and runs laughing like a manic

He tries to give you a hug when he comes in all sweaty from working outside (he smells don’t let him)

Definitely has a type (it’s you bestie, you’re his type)

Like with the tcm petals thing, he can’t sneak very well because of his keys(at least I think) He also sounds like he stomps everywhere he goes😭

Probably only wears jeans and t shirts. I can see him dressing up a bit for going out but nothing to fancy

I think someone in the family has to have some type of job, Johnny is the only one who works along with Cook. (Haven’t watched the movies but I plan too I just don’t wanna pay 😭)  I can’t really decide on what he would do though, maybe a mechanic? Plumber?

( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)

I do think he likes to fix things, any problems with the house? He’s on it. A hole is in the roof? Just give him a couple of days, he’ll get it done

I’ve seen a few people say this, he’s favorite part is the thigh, and I completely agree

Does know how to cook but unfortunately it’s people💀

He does hunt/fish a lot too so he can definitely cook em up

I can imagine you’re trying to escape and you pass by the garage and he’s just skinning an animal that’s up on a hook and then notices you😟

Anyways-

I don’t really think he’s all the suave?? He’s kinda a meanie tbh😭  But I think it’s all just an act to get people more comfortable with him, he’s just doing what he’s seen on TV

I truly believe he’s a giant goofball. A big meanie goofball who’s also a narcissist and very manipulative 

I feel like he played pranks a lot as a kid but he’s pranks were setting something on fire or throwing a victim’s underwear in someone’s face instead of y’know, normal shit? 

He will bite you and draw blood just because he thinks it’s funny. I personally don’t think he’d use his knife on you though, that’s only for food

Very competitive and will come up with the stupidest “challenges” just so he can show he’s better. Poor Bubba is forced into them😭 

I can’t decide if Johnny is older, younger or around the same age as Bubba T^T

Probably does some woodworking too. Makes a bunch of different from birds to flowers to trying to make a replica of a persons face he likes 

That’s all I got for now😭 I’m sorry if I messed some info up but these are my hcs for our babygirl Johnny :3 Hope you enjoyed! <3

@dreamties <3

[veganmikehanlon]

Steve pulls up to the Wheeler’s house and waits for Robin to come out. It’s a little weird that his best friend and ex-girlfriend hang out so much that he regularly picks Robin up from Nancy’s house. Having saved the world together really puts things in perspective though. Besides, it’s good that they have each other. Nancy never really had anyone after Barb, and Robin is a great friend.

Right on time she comes tripping out of the front door and rushes to the passenger side of his car.

“Good morning,” He greets her when she’s inside.

“I told Nancy I like girls,” Robin tells him excitedly.

“Holy shit!”

“I know!”

Steve smiles at Robin as she vibrates excitedly in his passenger seat.

“I’m guessing she took it well?” Steve asks as he backs out of the driveway.

“She was so cool about it,” Robin sighs happily.

“That’s great, Rob,” Steve says, smiling gently at his friend. Robin has been wanting to tell Nancy for a while, not because she felt like she was keeping a secret from her or anything, she just wanted Nancy to know her better.

Robin recounts the entire interaction to him on the drive to work and Steve listens as she gushes about how cool Nancy is and how glad she is that they can stay friends. Steve is relieved too, it would’ve been really shitty and awkward if Nancy hadn’t taken it well.

They arrive at work, quickly clock in, and put on their work vests. It’s always a good day when Steve and Robin get to work together, the days when they don’t always drag by.

Robin recounts the entirety of her sleepover with Nancy which she always does like every time they hang out like it’s a grand adventure that Steve needs to hear about. Even though all they did was watch a movie and paint each other’s nails which sounds like standard girl sleepover things to Steve. But he listens intently, laughs at Robin’s funny anecdotes, and watches the clock as time passes.

It’s almost his lunch break when the door jingles and Vickie walks in. Robin shoots him wide panicked eyes and he gives her an unimpressed look.

“Aren’t you guys friends now?” He murmurs pointedly.

“Yeah, so?” Robin asks defensively. Steve rolls his eyes.

“So go talk to her,” He urges. Robin whines lowly then nods and squares her shoulders. “And be yourself,” He reminds her as she walks away from him. She flips him off for it but it’s solid advice. He leans his elbows on the counter and watches surreptitiously as Robin and Vickie migrate to the start of the Action section, both of them speaking a mile a minute.

Steve keeps one eye on the clock and one eye on the front door as it approaches his break time. He didn’t have any food in his house to bring so he’ll be having a cigarette for lunch, but still, he’s looking forward to getting off the floor. It’s a nice surprise when Nancy comes in. She looks effortlessly beautiful as always and Steve feels proud that at one point he had the most perfect girl in Hawkins. She asks about Robin and he points her in her direction and then Nancy gets weird.

“Who’s that?” She asks sharply. Steve looks over at Robin and Vickie who is talking excitedly with her hands and Robin’s face is getting progressively redder. Steve knows that anybody in the know could see that they’re flirting, Eddie told him so even though he won’t tell Steve how he’s in the know since Robin hasn’t told him.

“Oh, that’s Vickie, Robin is obsessed with her,” Steve says, a smile blooming on his face because holy shit he gets to talk about this now.

“I can see that,” Nancy murmurs. Steve watches as Robin throws her head back in laughter at something Vickie says and his smile grows.

“Yeah, it’s all very cute,” Steve says with a happy laugh that immediately dries up when he turns and sees the look on Nancy’s face. She’s got that look where something is bothering her but she’s trying to pretend it isn’t.

“Right, yeah, cute. Listen, I better get out of here, tell Robin I say hi, well actually never mind, it doesn’t matter, anyway, I’ll see you later.” She rushes out of the store and Steve wonders if Nancy is as cool as Robin said she is.

Finally, it’s time for his break and he takes his pack of cigarettes with the lighter stuffed in the pack out of the backdoor. He’d finally caved and bought his own after having to continuously buy Eddie a new pack after they smoked all of his together. It doesn’t stop him from being hungry but it does curb his appetite enough that he knows he’ll be able to finish his shift without food.

When he goes back in, Vickie is gone and Robin is waiting impatiently at the counter for him.

“Vickie invited me to a party tonight and told me to bring whoever I wanted!” Robin tells him as soon as he’s near. He shakes his head.

“I can’t tonight, I have plans with Eddie, and you know he’ll never agree to go to a party,” He tells her. Eddie’s name was cleared thanks to the creepy branch of the government that deals with covering up how they repeatedly save Hawkins, but the town still hates him and blames him for the murders. It makes going out in public difficult, to say the least.

“Ugh, you always have plans with Eddie, shit, I hope Nancy is free,” Robin complains. Steve cringes.

“Shit, Robin I have to tell you something.” Steve scratches the back of his head. “Nancy came in here to return a tape–”

“Aw fuck, I forgot to grab the tape!” Robin interrupts.

“Yeah well, she came in here when you were talking to Vickie, and Eddie said that anyone in the know could tell you like her–”

“So he does know!” Robin exclaims, pulling Steve closer by his shoulders. Steve shrugs under her hands.

“But neither of us told,” Steve points out.

“God, he’s totally clocked me,” Robin groans, putting her head in her hands. Steve looks down at the top of her head and purses his lips. Fuck, now there are two crises.

“So Rob, about Nancy,” Steve starts hesitantly, tugging lightly on a piece of her hair. She lowers her hands and her eyes flit nervously around his face.

“Shit, yeah?” She asks nervously and he takes a big breath.

“Nancy came in and saw you flirting with Vickie and I was like oh cool I can talk about this now so I kind of confirmed you like her and she got her “I’m pretending everything is fine” look on her face a look I am very familiar with because she used it all the time when we were together.”

Robin pulls her “Do you know what you just said was sad” look, something she uses often when Steve says things like that about his and Nancy’s relationship.

She told Steve one time that their relationship made her sad for both of them. That they both obviously needed the support of someone that had been there but in the end, they needed different things. She needed someone to remember with, and he needed someone to let it go with. He told her that he likes what they have together. That they can acknowledge it by reading each other's eyes when something reminds them of it or even better when it would land well in a joke because objectively “That time I was tortured by Commies” is a funny thing to say. But they don’t have to speak it out loud, they can just know between them and it never has to get bigger than the space between their eyes.

“Wait, wait, wait, what do you mean you “kind of” confirmed I like her?” Robin asks suddenly. Steve cuts his eyes away from her face.

“I may have told her you’re obsessed with her,” Steve confirms in a guilty murmur.

“Steve!” Robin shouts and Steve looks quickly around the store like they’re going to get caught. She wacks his arm and he pulls away, always the hand with the rings, geez.

“Do you think she’s mad I didn’t tell her I had a crush last night?” Steve considers this. Nancy does like to have the whole story and was definitely surprised by Vickie’s existence.

“That could be it, yeah,” Steve agrees. Robin chews her bottom lip anxiously.

“I almost hope that’s it, you know?” She inquires softly, her eyes hooded and sad. Steve grabs her hand and squeezes it in comfort.

“I know,” He says, knowing how scared Robin was to tell anyone while not coming down from fucking truth serum and that it’s a possibility Nancy is now reacting badly to Robin’s sexuality.

Steve sees someone reach for the front door handle behind Robin’s shoulder and drops her hand to step towards the front counter. Robin whirls around when the bell rings.

“Welcome to Family Video,” They parrot, smiles firmly in place.

“Can I help you find anything today?” Steve asks since it’s his turn. The customer declines and Steve rests a hip gratefully against the counter, turning towards Robin at his side.

“What about the party?” She asks sadly, copying his pose.

“You can always still call her and ask her to go with you, you know she won’t go if she doesn’t want to.” Robin nods. They both very well know Nancy Wheeler will get her way out of doing something she doesn’t want to do just as easily as she gets away with doing whatever she wants. “And then if she turns down the invitation we can get together, get wine drunk, and brainstorm about why she wouldn’t want to go for real. How does that sound?” Steve asks.

Robin smiles at him, “Sounds good, boss,” She confirms. She dissolves the sugary atmosphere quickly.

“Can you drive us?”

“Seriously?”

“Please?” Robin asks with a pout and wide eyes. Steve rolls his eyes.

“Fuckin’, fine but I’m not trying to be out all night.”

“Okay, Dad,” Robin snickers.

“Ouch,” Steve winces, placing a hand over his heart.

“You’ll live,” Robin deadpans and Steve gasps.

“This is how you treat your ride to the love of your life’s party?”

“Oh I’m so sorry, however will I repair your fragile male ego?”

“I’ll take a compliment.”

“Oh Steve,” Robin sighs romantically, “Your hair is looking extra shiny under the fluorescents today.” Steve runs a hand through his hair.

“I appreciate your totally genuine compliment.”

Steve picks out a couple of movies for him and Eddie to watch once his shift finally ends. One that Robin recommended to him because the lead actress is hot and one the kids had just returned and said they really liked. He drives Robin home and after finally agreeing that Robin does not need to know what Steve thinks she looks hot in and to help her pick out an outfit for the party, he makes his way home. He’s got a few hours to kill with nothing to do, and Eddie always invites him over super late anyway after his Uncle has left for his night shift. So he does the only thing he can think to do to kill time and he gets into bed for a nap.

He wakes up a couple of hours later with a dry throat and an empty stomach. He weighs just smoking another cigarette against actually making food for himself but the physical pangs of hunger make the decision for him. He rolls out of bed and picks out a pair of sweatpants and an old Hawkins High t-shirt. Once dressed he makes his way down to the kitchen and opens the fridge only to remember that there’s no food in the house and that’s why he didn’t eat lunch today in the first place. With a groan, he closes the fridge and goes to the drawer with the takeout menus. After placing his pizza order he checks the phone messages and sees Robin left him one.

Hey Steve, your robot voice box is still fucking creepy, anyway, Nance is coming tonight I told her we’d be there around 10.

He goes and sits on the front porch to smoke a cigarette and wait for his food to arrive. He wonders what Dustin is doing tonight, they didn’t talk at all today which is weird for them. Although he and Eddie have both been talking about a campaign recently so maybe they’ve been hanging out. Steve ignores the small pang of jealousy that shoots through him at the thought. They’re all friends now and Dustin has assured him that they both play different but important roles in his life. It was pretty condescending when he said it, but it helps Steve to remind himself to not be jealous.

He remembers how Nancy was when she came into his work. That “I’m pretending everything is fine” look etched onto her face. Maybe he shouldn’t have mentioned Robin’s crush on Vickie. He really thinks Nancy is better than being homophobic but he’s only recently started to get to know her again. And to be honest, he wasn’t that interested in her intellectual capabilities when they were together. Sure, it was hot that she was smart, but it didn’t really play that much of a role in Steve’s attraction to her.

Finally, the delivery driver pulls into his driveway and Steve rises from the porch. He pays the guy and takes his pizza into the house. He eats half of the pizza in front of the tv before putting the rest away in the fridge. He’s going to have to go grocery shopping tomorrow. It’s actually one of his favorite things about his parents being out of town is being able to stock the house with food he actually wants. His mom is obsessed with being healthy and buying all the right foods for whatever diet she’s on.

There are actually a lot of things he likes about his parents being out of town. Mainly that they’re not around to be constantly criticizing him. It’s always something from his appearance to who he ’s hanging out with and how he’s spending his time. They have something to say about all of it.

They would flip out if they knew how much time he’d been spending with Eddie “The Freak” Munson. Or even with Robin, his mom would call her “not the right type of girl” whatever that means. Well, Steve knows what it means, because he used to think that way too. He has a lot more fun now that he doesn’t subscribe to that high school hierarchy bullshit. It’s kind of hard to when all his friends are fucking nerds.

Sometimes, though, it’s hard to not isolate himself inside the big house. He gets used to the quiet and the stillness. How there are no loud noises to jump at or flailing body limbs to flinch from. It’s just him in a sea of quiet where outside problems almost fade away. Some days, when the headache won’t go away or the nightmares are too much, or when everyone else’s needs clamber into the small space he holds in himself for his own needs, it’s hard to not want to sink into the quiet and stay there.

That’s why he’s been spending so much time with Eddie. He never needs anything from Steve. Not his opinion, approval, or anything Steve doesn’t offer up. Which was hard for Steve at first who was always offering up his time, space, and money. But Eddie never asks him to. Steve actually had to start leaving money in Eddie’s very badly hidden secret money stash for all the drugs they do together.

That’s another thing Steve likes about Eddie. He makes him feel young and like it’s okay to be young. He doesn’t have to be the adult or responsible or put together. He can get fucked up, be carefree, and go wherever his mind takes him. It helps that Eddie is like, really fucking weird. Steve can never top the weird shit that comes out of Eddie’s mouth. He never worries about being cool around Eddie because Eddie isn’t cool.

Finally, it’s time to go pick Robin up for the party. Steve thinks about changing into something more appropriate for leaving the house but decides against it since he’s just going to get high and watch a movie with Eddie. That’s another thing that’s changed over the years. He never used to leave the house without looking like a respectful member of society. He still puts on his shoes with the green swish that matches the green lettering on his shirt, he has standards.

CH 2

[ghostchems]

upiór - terzo x female!reader/copia x female!reader - part 4 (final)

upiór (n.) - a person cursed before death, a person who died suddenly, or someone whose corpse was desecrated.

author's note: the thrilling conclusion! let me know your thoughts :') honestly... kinda wish this came out better but what ya gonna do. mdni! 18+! part one / part two / part three / ao3 link

Copia’s fingers dig into your cheeks, his palm resting under your chin as a deep moan spills from your lips. You can’t remember how long it’s been or how many times you’ve orgasmed but it feels like it’s been an eternity. He had gotten done with his duties far too early today and the two of you have been tangled since he found you trying to take a nap.

He moves his hips so slow against you, his cock sliding in and out with ease. Your face is completely flushed, your eyelashes wet and your eyes focused on him. He hasn’t cum yet. Every time he’s gotten close, he’s come to a complete stop, staying buried inside you while his hands wander your body. It was almost torture. Almost. 

He lets go of your face and slips his hand down in between your bodies, pressing his thumb against your already swollen clit. You tremble beneath him and give a small whine. Copia leans down and rests his head in the crook of your neck as he starts to slowly rub your clit in small circles. You are already so overstimulated that you can hardly think. Your hands move to his back and you scratch your nails across it. He breathes huskily against your ear, his thrusts still deliberately slow.

It’s building so fast. Your legs start to shake and you dig your nails into his back. Your breath quickens and you squeeze your eyes shut as you moan deeply. His teeth graze your ear, rubbing your clit quicker now while his thrusts come to a stop. You clench around him and he growls against your ear. A broken sob rips from your chest as another climax hits you.

“Why have you been reading about creatures every day?” Copia growls into your ear while you try to make sense of it through the intense ripples through your body. His hand moves to grip your waist, pinning you down against the bed.

“W-what?” You finally manage, your eyes opening wide. He picks up his head and hovers over yours. 

“Do you think I’m some kind of monster?” His voice is soft, his hot breath hitting your lips. 

“No. No. Not at all.” You breathe, your voice sounding hoarse from all your moaning. “I don’t th-“ He cuts you off by thrusting his hips harshly into you. You give a surprised cry as his fingers wrap around your throat. Copia’s pace is relentless, pounding while his thighs slap against yours. He presses his forehead to yours and growls deeply, his grip on your throat tightening.

“Fuck, Copia!” You gasp as you try to hold onto him. He snarls deep in his throat and continues to roughly fuck you. His pace slows as he grows more erratic, burying himself deep inside you with each thrust. Your jaw is slack and you’re completely scrambled, unable to focus on anything other than how he feels. Copia gives a loud, rumbling moan as he gives one last thrust, spilling inside you. 

Copia pants against your lips, his eyes boring into yours as the two of you come down. He leans down and gives you a tender kiss. You’re almost surprised by the gentleness and you sigh contently into the kiss. He pulls away and the tip of his nose drifts up your cheek.

“Do you love me?”

“I… I’m…” You stutter, your mouth dropping open but you’re unable to speak. How are you supposed to think at a time like this? You do know how you feel, though… and you’re sure he wouldn’t like the answer.

“It’s okay.” Copia sighs and sits back on his knees. His eyes fall to your cunt, watching his seed drip out of you and he can’t help but moan at the sight. “You’ll learn to, amore.” He hums and rests one of his palms on the inside of your thigh, pinning it to the bed. His dark eyes meet yours and you’re finally able to see how disheveled he is as you catch your breath. The paint around his eyes is smudged with a streak down the side of his face while the paint on his upper lip is completely gone. His hair has fallen into his face with some of it sticking up off his head.

“It’s okay, amore.” He repeats as his lips twitch into a cruel smile. “You will learn.” Copia presses two fingers against your entrance and you immediately let out a shuddered whine. He removes his hand from your thigh and brings it up to hold you down by the shoulder, leering over you as he sinks his digits inside you, curling them just right. He pumps them in and out, adding a finger and he hovers over your. His lips are still pulled into a delighted grin while he watches you writhe and moan beneath him. 

You know he loves to see you like this, so needy and undone by him. There is something about it that you love, too. You grip onto his shoulders and your eyes roll back into your head. Your mouth is already wide open when you feel his thumb slip between your lips and press down on your tongue. A shameless moan pours out of you, your entire body shivering with pleasure. 

His fingers are moving at a rapid pace, the sounds of the slick movements filling the room and you can hardly hold yourself together any longer. It comes on so quickly, your body trembling and you scream his name so incredibly loud that you’re sure someone had to have heard you. Copia looks down at you as if he wants to devour you, his smile sharp and his eyes dark. He pulls his fingers out of you and sits back on his heels yet again. 

“P-please, no more, please.” You whisper, raising a trembling hand to him. He chucks and ignores your hand, instead scooping you up into his arms and settling your body into his lap. You are finally able to get your bearings as you sink into him. He holds you close to him and you can hear his heart beat in his chest. Copia finally gives you soft, gentle caresses, his fingertips dancing along your cheek.

“I’ve wanted you since we met.” He speaks up after a while, his eyes softer now than before. “Remember?”

“I showed you around the abbey.” You murmur sleepily.

“Si. You were very kind. You would check up on me each day after as well… until, eh, I became invested in my work.” 

You hum in agreement. You did. It was the right thing to do and Copia had been so anxious when you first met him. You knew what it was like to be the new person at the abbey. He always came off as a sweet man when you would interact but you also didn’t think about him all that much, to be honest.

“I didn’t know you had this in you.” You look up at him and he smiles. 

“Maybe… maybe I didn’t have it in me then. But you like it, yes?”

A blush creeps across your cheeks and he laughs, a deep, genuine laugh. He leans down and lightly kisses your forehead. His tenderness is welcome after what he had just put you through. You snuggle in closer to his chest and sigh deeply.

“Someone just had to steal you away before I could get to you…” 

You keep your eyes forward and limit yourself from making any reaction. He starts to lightly trace your lips with his finger and then slips it down under your chin and tilts your head up to look at him.

“There have been sightings of him, amore. Sometimes without a head. Surely this has no correlation with your recent, eh, library time, si?”  

He knows. Of course he knows. You can’t stop yourself from slowly getting out of his lap and sitting in front of him, your eyes searching his face. It’s hard to even tell what he’s thinking or feeling from the blank expression on his face. You’ve been caught. Do you lie to him and see what happens? Or, do you tell the truth… and see what happens. Your chest tightens and your head starts to spin from the sudden stress.

“He just wants to move on.” You say after a long silence. “He’s trapped in a decomposing body and he doesn’t know… what he is anymore.” 

“He bit you and left you for dead.” Copia says quietly and he reaches for your neck, brushing at the already faded bite marks. “And yet you still want to help him?” His voice turns to a growl and his eyes narrow.

“He can’t control himself. H-he needs to rest. Please. Please let me do this.” You are on the verge of tears. Something visibly changes in him. His eyes soften and he cups your face, his thumbs brushing away the tears from your eyes.

“Okay, amore, okay. I know this has been difficult for you.” Copia offers a small smile before pulling you in close against his chest. You bury your face in the crook of his neck and he starts to lightly rub at your back. This isn’t how you were expecting it to go. You thought you would have to fight harder to really convince him but… he seems to understand. 

“I can tell you what he is.” He whispers into your ear. “You just have to promise me something first, amore.” 

“What is it?” Your heart starts to thud in your ears and chest. His grip on your tightens and his breath is hot against your ear.

“Promise me that once he’s gone, devoting yourself to me will be your focus, hm? We can do so much together, cara, you just have to open your heart.” He continues to caress your back.

“I will.” You murmur against his neck. “I promise.” All you can think of now is helping Terzo, no matter what the cost. Copia presses a soft kiss just below your ear.

“Upiór.”

***

It doesn’t take long for you to find what you have been looking for. In one of the oldest books in the abbey library library, you found an incantation, one that should free Terzo’s soul from his earthly body. You carefully write it down in your journal, double and triple checking each word to make sure it is correct. The last thing you wanted to do was screw up the chant. Ghouls are still watching from afar but you ignore them.

By the time the sun goes down, you’re ready to see him, even though it will be the last time. Copia hasn’t bothered you all day and you’re grateful to have some time to yourself before doing something like this. You walk briskly through the abbey cemetery, your pace only slowing once the crypt is in view. 

You push the door open and it creaks quietly, a ray of moonlight lighting up the cold room.

“D-don’t look at me, amore.” Terzo sounds hoarse. Your eyes follow the sound of his voice and you see him in the corner. He’s crouched down with his knees to his chest and his head down. His shirt is completely torn with his gray skin and dark red wounds showing. “Please, don’t.”

“Terzo.” You can’t stay away. You slowly walk to him and kneel down beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder. A chill immediately runs down your spine because of how cold he is. “I’m here to help you rest.” He leans into you, his head resting on your shoulder.

“Amore, I am so hungry. The thirst… the thirst won’t let me rest.” Terzo tilts his head so that his lips are so close to your neck. You give a shuddered breath and lean your head away from his. “Amore, please…” He reaches for you.

“D-don’t, Terzo. You know what happened last time.” You take his hand and rest it in his laps. He hangs his head low, silence falling over the two of you. You give his hand a squeeze then take the journal from your bag. “It’s here — the incantation.” Terzo looks up at you and you see the state of his face. Skin is hanging from the bone, his jaw is mostly exposed and his bloodshot eyes are deep in their sockets. 

“This is goodbye, then?” He breathes, his lips twitching into a frown. You pull him close to you and he buries his face into your chest. “Grazie. Thank you for everything, amore. Even though I did not want it to end like this… it makes me happy that I get to tell you… I love you. Truly.” 

“I love you too, Terzo.” Your voice wavers as tears start to fill your eyes. 

“Oh, how bittersweet.”

Copia saunters into the crypt and sneers at the two of you. Terzo manages to lift his head and growls, low enough that you can feel it rumble up from his chest while you have him in your arms.

“Copia… what are you doing? We had an agreement.” You start to feel almost woozy from the stress that starts building up in your chest. This is all wrong. He isn’t supposed to be here.

“Mm, we did but then I did some thinking and I realized: you’re mine regardless, amore.” He stalks closer to the two of you, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face. “And then I thought, why should our dear Papa be allowed to rest? What if I want him to see what we are up to, eh?”

“Copia!” You fly to your feet, fire in your eyes. He looks taken aback for a moment, his smooth steps faltering as he realizes he’s never seen you quite that angry before. 

“Save it, Cardinale.” Terzo croaks from the floor with his head hung low again. “Your words mean nothing. Niente.”

“Is that so, Papa? What if I told you she spreads her legs for me every night? That she moans like a whore for me?” 

Terzo moves quickly, his mouth closing around Copia’s arm. He gives a sharp yelp and fights Terzo off of him, using his foot to get him off. You hear snaps of bones as Terzo hit the floor, his limbs flailing wildly. Copia places a hand on his wound with a scowl.

“Don’t you know, Papa? Don’t you know that she’s the reason for your demise? For your brothers Denise?”

“What?” Your face twists in confusion and your chest heaves. Terzo’s bloodshot eyes flash to you then back to Copia. Blood starts to spill from his lips and you can see the madness start to overtake him. He is wheezing, his chest rising and falling rapidly.  

“Ah, yes, amore. I mean, of course with the three Papas gone it was easy for me to seize power but, eh… you were the core reason.” 

Terzo lunges for you, his sharp teeth bared and his split lips oozing blood as a growl rips from them. You’re frozen with the only thought going through your mind is the fact that he is going to rip you apart. Maybe you deserve it. Copia acts quickly, grabbing Terzo from behind and slamming him into a nearby wall. 

“Send him away! Send him away!” Before you can even think, you are screaming the words. You have yourself pressed up against a wall as far into it as you possibly can and your arms are wrapped around yourself . Copia’s eyes snap to you and he immediately opens your journal. He stands over Terzo’s crumpled body and recites the words you had written.

The ground rumbles and then splits open, filling the crypt with the agonizing screams of millions of souls. Black claws reach from the crack and rips Terzo’s dark soul from his body. The sound of it all pierces your ears and your eyes are burning from staring into the fires of Hell. In a moment, it’s over. The crack closes and swallows up the screeches and the claws, leaving the crypt ice cold. 

Copia walks past you but you still stare straight ahead at the limp body in front of you. You can feel his eyes on you as he slowly shuffles out of the crypt, leaving you alone. You sink to the groan and a pained sob rips from your chest. You scream and cry as the reality sets in. You want to disappear. You wish that you didn’t exist. All of this happened because of you. 

You didn’t ask for any of this but now you are left with this intense pain that is physically manifesting itself in your chest. How are you supposed to go on? The man you loved was whisked away to infinity with his last thoughts being you were the cause for him and his brother's death. And Copia told him so, the man you are stuck with. At least whatever his stupid little plan was didn’t work.

The smell of Terzo’s empty, rotting body starts to get to you. You wipe your tears and give it one last look, hoping that he is at least feeling at rest now. The night feels calm and the air is brisk. You feel a bit less suffocating now that you’re outside but the overwhelmed feeling has not left you. Your eyes travel to the edge of the abbey grounds.

You could leave.

What is even here for you anymore?

You walk over and take a seat in the cool grass. You could just walk away from this all right now and start over.

***

After some time of wandering the grounds and trying to get yourself steady, you decide to just go back. Where could you go? You burned every bridge when you joined the church. You feel dread start to rise inside you as you near your quarters. How are you supposed to look at Copia now? 

You enter and your attention is drawn to him. He’s sitting in a seat stripped down to just his pants. A ghoul is bandaging the deep puncture wounds on his arm. You can see the concern in his eyes as he regards you. Your eyes are puffy from crying and your face and lips are bright red. A moment passes and you get into bed, keeping your back to him as your head hits the pillow.

He dismisses the ghoul but he stays where he is. He knows that you need your space. You lay there silent for a while, focusing on the wall in front of you as you try to think about anything other than the crippling guilt you’re feeling. 

“Is it true?” You manage to ask, your voice sounding quiet and hoarse. “Am I the reason they’re dead?” You hear Copia get up from where he was sitting and make his way over to you. He crawls into bed beside you but he doesn’t touch you and you still keep your back to him.

“Amore… the former Papas have always been doomed.” He whispers. “There… there was talk of it amongst the leadership. I really believe that if I hadn’t made the call… it would have happened regardless.” Copia lightly rests his hand on your side and starts to gently rub it.

“Really?” You end up rolling over to look at him. He looks solemn, surprisingly so, as he continues to rub at your side.

“Yes.” Copia’s eyes meet yours. “I was against the idea at first but… I had to have you. It was selfish of me but it was worth it. It was. I don’t regret it.” His hand drifts to rub at your chest.

You bring your hand to rest on top of his.

[apomaro-mellow]

The Bright Side S01E02: Play by the Rules

S01E01

Cold Open

The family of three was having lunch in the kitchen when El piped up for a question.

"Steve, how does a girl get a guy to notice her?"

Jim scoffed. "You're askin' Mr. Hairspray over there for boy advice?"

"This coming from the guy who hasn't had a date since the 70's", Steve said.

Jim huffed and straightened the pages of his paper. "El, your brother is mighty fine at dating girls. Not so great at keeping them. I don't know if that says anything about the girls or Steve though."

"I could keep them just fine if I wanted to. I just haven't found The One yet."

"But you'd know if you saw her?", El cut in, getting them back to topic. "The One?"

"I think I would. Why you got a boy you like?", Steve smirked, ready to tease.

El just blushed, not ready to reveal who it was yet but Jim was already prepared to shut it down. He'd been ready for a while now.

"You know my rules. No boys in the house."

Steve raised a brow and looked to Lucas and Dustin sitting with them at the table. "You let these dorks over all the time."

Jim looked to them as he picked up his beer. "They don't count."

End Cold Open

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At school, between classes, Max boarded up to El's locker. "We still on for tonight?"

"Of course. I wouldn't miss it", El beamed.

"Good, because this is long overdue. Just you and me. No boys. Music, magazines, and movies."

Meanwhile, just down the street, Mike was looking on with a disapproving expression.

"This can only end in tragedy."

"Dude", Lucas closed his locker. "It's a sleepover. They're probably just gonna paint each other's nails and kiss whatever guy is in a magazine. You know? Dumb girl stuff?"

"Girls don't just do stuff. They talk. That's the danger", Mike said.

"And what's the danger in El and Max talking?", Will asked. "They do it all the time."

"Yeah but not alone. Not without us. So who do you think they're gonna talk about?"

"I really don't think Max is gonna talk about us when we're not there", Dustin said.

"She will if it's to talk shit", Lucas sighed.

Mike looked vindicated. "Exactly! Max is gonna talk shit about us to El."

"Why do you care so much?", Will asked.

Mike took too long to answer and Lucas zeroed in on why. "Mike's got a cru-ush~", he sang, prompting Mike to punch him in the arm.

"Shut up! No I don't! El is still new. She doesn't know we're the losers yet."

"She literally stopped you from getting a swirly on her first day", Dustin said. "I think that ship has safely sailed."

"This is all stupid anyway. We've got out own plans to iron out", Will said as the bell rang.

"Girls man. They drive a man wild", Lucas said sagely.

"It's times like these I'm glad my girlfriend is back in Utah", Dustin said on their way back to class.

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Max and El sat on the bed as Jim inspected the room for boys. Even going as far as checking under the bed and poking the stuffed animals in her closet with a broom.

"Is this really necessary?", Max asked. "The only boys she knows is those nerdlingers."

"Alright. I'm gonna lay down the rules and don't give me any sass", Jim said, arms crossed with the broom. "No loud music. No boys. No prank calls. No boys. In bed by nine. No boys. No sneaking out. And did I mention no boys?"

"I'm not feeling a lot of trust right now", Max said.

"I'm not raising a grandkid before I turn fifty", Jim said. "Oh, one last thing." He took out a small box and laid some tacks sharp side up on El's window sill.

Jim left El's room and went downstairs to sit on the couch and settle in for some Friday night primetime. He had a good view of the front door and a window that should reveal anyone sneaking in or out of El's room.

Steve came down, mumbling and grumbling to himself as he took his keys out of his pocket.

"And where are you off to? Hot date?"

"Hardly. I lost a bet to Jonathan of all people. So I gotta take the kids to the arcade. What are the chances they get bored and ready to go home after 10 minutes?"

Jim chuckled. "I won't be waiting up."

Thankfully, Dustin, Lucas, Mike, and Will were just next door and ready to go already when Steve knocked on the door of the Byer's home.

"Good luck", Jonathan grinned.

"Last time I challenge you to beer pong. How'd you get so good anyway?", Steve asked.

"Having a terrible dad has its perks. He taught me when I turned 14."

"Hey, my dad taught me too."

Jonathan made a face at the thought of Hopper teaching Steve beer pong as the boys bum rushed out of the house and towards the door.

"Come on! We're burnin' moonlight!", Dustin commanded as he made a claim for the front passenger seat.

With a sigh, Steve went towards his own vehicle and started towards the arcade. Meanwhile, the girls night was already in full swing.

"Blonds or brunets?", Max asked while tossing some popcorn into her mouth.

"Brunets", El answered.

"Same. So does that mean anyone in town's caught your eye yet?"

El blushed and curled in a little on herself, trying to hide behind the open pages of a magazine. But the sound of disbelief Max made proved it was all in vain.

"Who? And please tell me it's not Jack Maine."

"Jack? The captain of the baseball team?"

"All the girls fawn over him, it's honestly disgusting." Max popped another corn in her mouth. "So who is it? Anyone I know?"

"He's-no one." El got up and began pacing. "You don't know him. He's from out of town. Actually, a whole other country. Actually, he doesn't exist."

"No no no, Dustin's computer girlfriend from Utah doesn't exist. But this mystery guy...", Max grinned.

El was frozen on the spot but that didn't stop Max from standing up from the bed.

"What if you don't tell me, I just guess?"

"Guess?", El asked but Max took it as permission to get started.

"You're obviously embarrassed by it, so it's gotta be someone I know." Max began to circle around her. "Is it...Carter Baxton?"

"No", El shook her head.

"Hmm, Ricky Odell?"

"The guy who tried to stick Mike's head in a toilet?", El gave a look of disgust.

Max paused in front of her and looked into her eyes, then pointed a finger at her. "If you have a crush on Lucas..."

"It's Mike!", El blurted out, then immediately covered her mouth.

Max's eyes were wide. "Oh my god."

Jim nearly broke the door down, broom in hand. "Where is he?! Where's Mike?!"

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The arcade was busy that Friday night. Steve had basically resigned himself to getting some nachos and a soda, then plopping down while the boys gamed themselves silly. He knew there'd be a moment when one of them came up and asked for quarters, but he was keeping a tight hold on his wallet. He was a driver only.

And sure enough, about half an hour in, Dustin came up, eyes already prepared for begging. "Steve-"

"Nope. I'm not giving you money."

"But I'm sooooo close! Not just to a high score but to a personal best! Are you gonna stand in the way of a boy and his dreams?"

"It wasn't on my schedule for the evening, but I think I can squeeze it in."

"I don't know why I asked. You wouldn't understand. I guess that hand eye coordination is only good for ball in hoop games?"

Steve raised a brow. "You think I can't play an arcade game?"

"Play? Sure. But win one? Get a high score?" Dustin crossed his arms. "Doubtful."

"I'll have you know I'm a champion Pac-Man player."

"I'll believe it when I see it."

That was how Steve ended up in front of the Pac-Man console, all the boys around him. He started a game and they weren't expecting much. Pac-Man was fairly simple. Eat the dots. Avoid the ghosts. But it was mesmerizing when someone was able to keep that going for long enough. Long enough for Dustin and Lucas to start cheering him on. Then long enough for the more quiet Will to start cheering. Then long enough for Mike to start backseat gaming and cheering too.

When Steve cleared the game and his score came up, his posture relaxed but he still didn't seem satisfied with how he did. It was great, but it didn't break the high score.

"Who's Munster?"

"Oh that's gotta be Eddie!", Mike said in awe.

Steve's brow raised in recognition. "Eddie 'the Freak' Munson? How do you know him?"

"Ran into him a few times at the library", Will said. "He said as soon as we get to high school we can join his club."

"Yeah and he'll still probably be there too", Steve scoffed. He cracked his knuckles. "He's about to be a two-fold loser 'cause I'm comin' for his score." He took a five dollar bill out of his pocket without even looking. "Here. Get me a soda."

Dustin smirked. "Will do!"

He grabbed the money, fully intending to get Steve the smallest soda available and pocket the rest for his own gaming. Steve was already back in the zone as he made a new game and attempted to break Eddie's record.

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Max led the charge down the stairs and into the kitchen to grab more snacks, looking like a girl on a mission and not just in searched of cookies.

"Um, hello?", Jim looked up from the glass of water he was drinking, wrapped up in a bathrobe. "I thought I said in bed by 9 it's-" he checked his watch-"9:15."

"This is serious business", Max said while opening a fridge.

"Serious", El echoed.

"I thought I laid down the rules very clearly."

"Mr. Hopper do YOU want a smarmy son-in-law? Because that's what's at stake here", Max asked while nearly slamming a pickle jar onto the counter.

Jim looked between the girls. "This is boy stuff?"

They nodded.

Jim looked to Max specifically. "And you...are anti-smarm?"

"When it comes to boys, yes."

"Proceed." He took a sip of his water. "Get her a guy who likes fishing on the weekends too."

Max bit into the pickle while grabbing a soda. El got a bag of chips and a juice for herself before they headed back upstairs. Once the door was closed, Max started counting things off.

"Mike is controlling, and obsessed with image, which is hilarious considering he's on the bottom of the social food chain."

"Mike has never tried to control me. And isn't everyone worried about how they look?"

"It's just always a bad idea to date in a friend group. Messes with the whole dynamic."

El opened the chip bag. "Is that why you haven't asked Lucas out yet?"

Max froze mid-bite. When she chomped down, she pointed a finger at her. "Are you some kind of mind reader? I didn't tell anyone that."

"I figured when you were about to ask if I was crushing on him. You looked ready to deck me if I said yes."

"I wouldn't've punched you over a boy", Max denied. "Maybe a bit of cold shoulder though. Don't you dare tell a soul, I swear if you do-"

"Girls have a code, remember? I won't talk about how you feel about Lucas, if you never tell about Mike."

"I still can't believe you like him. Out of all of them."

"Mike's not so bad. What makes Lucas better anyway?"

Max suddenly got a dreamy smile on her face. "Well he's more mature for one."

"Lucas!?"

"Yeah!"

Jim came through again, with the broom. Again. "Where?!"

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Steve's hands were braced against the sides of the console as he finished another game. He was so close to Eddie's score. Just a few points away. It was such a small gap he could taste it. He rubbed his face and then pulled his wallet out of his pocket again.

"You makin' your own cup factory?", a voice came up from behind.

Steve turned, first looking at the six empty drinks by his feet and then at the loud slurping noise coming from Eddie Munson. Steve frowned.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, Munson?"

"I like coming in at last call to see who's gotten close to my record", he smirked, swirling the ice around in his drink.

"Whatever", Steve stuck his hands in his pockets like he didn't care. "Wait, last call? What time is it?!" He checked his watch and saw that it was nearly 11.

"Just about time for the night to really come alive", Eddie said. "And shouldn't you be getting them home?", he tilted his head and saw the four of them at the air hockey tables. They were pretty much the only ones left in the arcade.

"Their moms are going to kill me. Hey you wieners it's time to go home", Steve called out.

He was met with protests but they were all weak and punctuated by tired yawns. They'd probably all conk out as soon as they sat in his car. He heard Eddie whistle from the Pac-Man game.

"Just four points away Harrington. That's almost as close as the game last week. That's gotta burn, huh?"

"Didn't know you went to the games, Munson."

"I don't", Eddie said smoothly. "I just read the papers. Keep your enemies close and all that."

"Yeah, right." Steve gathered the kids and brought them outside into the cool, fresh air and Steve realized how tired his eyes were after staring at that screen for hours. Eddie followed them out and a very annoyed employee finally locked the door behind them.

Steve got inside and this time Will was in the front. Eddie squeezed his top half through the door and switched the dials on Steve's radio then turned up the volume, making a loud guitar and drums ring out.

"Dude! What the hell!?", Steve shouted, covering one ear while turning it down.

"To keep you awake for the journey home. Be sure that these little ones are returned safely", Eddie said, putting on a strangely theatrical voice. He closed the door and patted the hood, telling Steve he was good to go.

"I told you", Steve said as Eddie waved them off. "Freak."

"He's the coolest", Dustin yawned.

Episode 3

[ana-chronista]

Its not really much of a prompt but I've always wanted to see Jan painting Nace’s nails and being all blushy because they're touching hands

Not much of a prompt, you say, Anon? Well, my brain apparently took that as a challenge as it managed to spin this out for 1500 words. Enjoy! (And as always, if you would like to let me know your identity, I can gift this to you when I cross-post to AO3. 😊)

“So... will you?” It takes Nace asking a second time to shake Jan out of his surprise. It’s one thing to mess around together on stage, all up in each other’s personal space with hands trailing over guitars or faces, or even in interviews, crammed onto couches that always seem slightly too small for five fully grown men, nudging and poking at each other to pass the time. But this – Nace appearing in front of him in the dressing room with no one else around asking if he’ll help him out by painting his nails for the first time – is something else entirely. Maybe it shouldn’t be. They’ve been friends for ages now and basically live on top of each other along with the others. But it just is, somehow. He realises that Nace is still watching him with that expectant expression because he still hasn’t replied, and rushes to fix that before the silence drags on any longer. “Er, yeah, sure.” he offers, shifting his own bottle of black nail polish to one side. “I’m done with mine anyway.” Nace smiles and pulls a chair over to sit opposite him at the narrow table. “Only one hand though?” he says, nodding at Jan’s left hand. “I noticed you do that, but I don’t think I ever asked you why.” “Oh, er, I’m no good at painting with my left hand. I pick at it anyway, so it never lasts long and...” He shrugs, trying to cut himself off before he rambles too much. “It just doesn’t seem worth it.” If Nace notices Jan’s mouth edging towards running away with itself, he doesn’t say anything. “Oh, OK. Makes sense.” he agrees amicably as he passes over a new bottle that’s been nestled in his hand. “Still, I’ve never painted mine before so I wouldn’t even know where to start really.” Jan frowns at the familiar bright purple shade of the bottle. “Is this Kiki’s?” “Yeah, he said I could borrow it. Besides, it seemed like a good colour for the first time. I like purple.” He can feel a smile tugging at his lips as he shakes the bottle. “Like Gengar, right?” “Yeah, exactly.” Nace replies, and when Jan glances up he sees a wide grin lighting up the bassist’s face. It does things to his insides that he doesn’t want to think about, especially not when they’re alone and this close. He takes a deep breath and gestures with his free hand. “Alright, whichever side you want to start with.” The sharp scent of the polish stings his nostrils as he opens the bottle and clears the brush, providing a moment’s distraction as Nace slides his left hand across the table. It takes a moment to get used to painting from a different angle to usual, and another moment to get used to the different shape of Nace’s nails, but he soon finds it easy enough. The older man’s hand is pliable in his own as he lets Jan move it whichever way he needs to get the best angle, years of bass playing apparently leaving him with no issues about holding his fingers in potentially uncomfortable positions for a while. They’re nice fingers, Jan notices. Not that he hasn’t before – he’s been mesmerised on stage and in practice more times than he can count by their speed and dexterity on the bass – but there’s something different about it now, up close and just the two of them. Try as he might, focusing on the rhythmic strokes of the brush and the need to keep the colour even doesn’t distract him fully from the strong muscles and firm knuckles of Nace’s long fingers. His throat feels dry suddenly. He finishes up as quickly as he can and sits back. “Left side’s done.” he says, dipping the brush again and starting to scrape off the excess. “Be careful with it while it’s drying and we can – ” But before he can even finish the sentence, Nace puts his right hand directly into Jan’s free left one, almost startling him into knocking over the bottle. The calluses on his fingertips brush gently against the inside of his wrist just briefly before he pulls back to settle his palm more comfortably in Jan’s.

If he’s ever thought of what it might feel like to have those callused fingers tracing over his thighs, or the weight of that palm pressing on his spine to bend him over, or that strong grip wrapped around him, well, he’s certainly not thinking about it now, no matter what the heat rising in his cheeks and pooling in his belly might indicate. Those are definitely thoughts best kept between him and the walls of his shower. The silence between them is ringing in his ears. He knows Nace is watching him intently as he prepares the brush and starts on the blank set of nails. Even while refusing to look up, he can feel his eyes burning into him as he keeps his head maybe a bit lower than it needs to be, hoping his loose hair is doing a good enough job at hiding his flushed cheeks. Right now, he feels like Nace would be able to see every less than platonic thought he’s ever had about him written all over his face. Much safer to keep his head down. Three nails to go. He dips and clears the brush again. He can manage this. Two nails to go. Is it hot in here all of a sudden or is it him? He doesn’t want to ask. It feels like the walls are narrowing in on them. One nail to go. Whoever designed this table had no idea how tall real people are. It feels like they’re far too close. Nace’s foot is centimetres from his own but it feels like he’s pressed right up against him. If he shifts at all, his knee is going to brush Jan’s thigh. And finally... “OK, all done.” Jan says, leaning back with a nod. “If you decide you like it, we can do a second coat after that dries fully.” He wants to kick himself as soon as the words leave his mouth. The last thing he should be doing is putting himself through all that again, but apparently his need to be a good friend and do the job properly has won out. That, or perhaps his subconscious wants another go at holding Nace’s hands. But he pushes that idea out of his head as soon as it pops up and busies himself with screwing the bottle back up. Maybe a second time round won’t be as intense; at least it feels like the walls have moved back out again. Nace, meanwhile, is twisting his hands this way and that, fingers splayed carefully to avoid any smudges as he admires his newly painted nails. “Great, thanks! It looks so much better than when I do it myself.” Jan freezes. Nace’s tone is light but his words pin Jan to the spot nonetheless. “Wait, what?” he manages past a throat that’s suddenly too dry again. “I thought you said you’d never had your nails painted before?” There’s a pause that goes on slightly too long as Jan stares at him in disbelief, until suddenly Nace’s lips quirk up at one side in a grin that’s anything but apologetic. The scrape of his chair on the floor tiles is shockingly loud in the otherwise silent room, but Jan doesn’t even have a moment to register it before Nace is standing, palms pressed flat and still against the table top, and leaning over to – His lips land right at the corner of Jan’s own, teasingly light but distinctly there for a moment longer than friendliness would allow for. In his mind’s eye, Jan sees a flash of himself turning his head just a fraction, meeting Nace’s mouth with his own, but before he can kick himself into action, the bassist is already pulling away with a slight scratch of stubble and a warm rush of a murmured “thanks, Janči” right in his ear.

He hopes Nace is too busy sitting back down to notice the shuddering breath he lets out, but with that self-satisfied smile still in place, it honestly could have gone either way. Desperate to avoid lapsing into another silence and having it be a whole thing, he says quickly, “They’re probably fine now, as long as you’re careful with them.” Nace glances at his nails quickly and nods, but his mind seems elsewhere. His gaze flicks to the black nail polish before returning to meet Jan’s own, rooting him to the spot. “If you like, I’ll do your right hand for you.” And Jan’s not sure he’s fully capable of coherent speech right now, but at least whatever answer he gets out sounds positive enough. Then again, maybe he doesn’t need to say anything at all, because Nace’s already reaching for his hand, brushing his thumb over Jan’s palm, smiling all the while.

[undead-merman]

Day Eighteen: The Call Is Coming From Inside The House

Beta read by @quietmageuietmage on but we both don't know internet lingo, so we used a translator.

Contains Kylar stalking, terrible internet slang, sexting, and masturbation

Ding!

The noise never failed to startle you, ever since you got a cell phone the ring always scared the shit out of you. Tonight though, that sound sent a flood of arousal right through you. Kylar made sure he was your first contact and message. He was insistent on it. You felt bad for everyone else who fought to be in your contacts, but the poor lad didn’t have anyone in his. So right at the top, you saved his name with a little heart.

Now, you're face to face with that heart and a little message.

I miss u ur hom ryt? I cn ’t w8 nmore

You reply as you settle down onto your bed and unfastening your pants with a shuffle of your hips.

Ur alone ryt? In ur bed?

Yes yes YES! You're sure he can feel your desperation with your message. A damn shame you couldn’t call, but with walls so thin and with how nervous Kylar was, you weren’t about to call and the others were too fucking nosey. Plus, as much as you love him, you knew he’d only breathe heavily and squeak as he masturbated.

Another ding and a photo came up. Kylar's leaking uncut cock. It was hard to see with how dark it was, the blackness creeping in and making it somewhat grainy. It was almost funny in a way. Your hand dipped down into your pants and started idly groping.

I din touch lk u asked.

You let him know what a good boy he is.

Pls cn i c u?

You fumble around with your pants pulling them down to your mid-thigh. You were leaking just as much as he was. You let your juices collect on your fingers and pull it away just enough to leave a strand, snapping an artful photo. You gently play with yourself, waiting for a response. You really hope he hasn’t cum yet.

Ping!

Ur so prfct. ru thinking abt me? I kept thinking abt u. U touching urself.

Not the best, but he’s getting there. He’s too cute. Maybe getting him worked up will net you something good? You tell him every little detail about one of your fantasies. A quick send and a hope for the best.

I cud do dat. I'll hld u dwn n watch u squirm. Tie u up so u cn ’t run. Leave ur mouth open tho so i cn hear u. I <3 ur voice. So ns. ur clothes r ns but tey ’d luk btr cut off small scraps and u while yer nakd on my bed in front of me. I'd cum u ova n ova til u couldn’t move. All we'd do is fuckk, we'd eat while still pressed against each other. u won’t be able to leave me ever, forever.

Right after he sent a video of his small fingers digging into the meat of his cock and rubbing it with vigor. It looked somewhat painful with how hard he was gripping himself, but in the haze of lust it made your stomach tingle. He was that excited for you? It only made you want to match his pace. Fuck, he was too cute. His freckled shaft, messy pubes, painted finger nails with chips all over digging into the crown of his cock, his stubby finger digging into the tip.

How desperately you’d like to have that in your mouth, or even desperately slamming into you as he tried to keep his eyes focused on you, but was twisted up from the tightness and pleasure you offered him. He was too cute for his good. You pushed your fingers inside yourself and tried to find the depth of Kylar when he was inside and tease that spot. Imagining him above you now.

You tell him what you are doing, even send a video back of your fingers pushing into your hole, all close up just like he enjoys. You swear you can almost hear him squeak with delight.

But then you hear another noise, muffled but surely there now. You weren’t about to have someone from school taking photos or listening in. You frown and throw your phone onto the bed and move to your closet. Without a missing a  beat, you rip it open, and you see Kylar’s tiny form in a makeshift nest of your clothes. Hands still on his painfully hard cock. His eyes wide and his mouth open with a bit of drool still slowly creeping down his face.

You really should be shocked. You're not sure if it was the force of adoration you had for the little, scruffy man, or the lust still had buzzing over your flesh. Maybe it is the fucked up combination of both? You grab his shirt, and he lets out a string of apologizes filled with dread as his phone clatters to the floor and he holds his arms up to protect himself.

You press a heated kiss to his unguarded lips, you can feel his body go limp

Calmed instantly by your love. He kisses back, lowering his arms and peeking at your expression before latching on with desperation, grinding his cock against your bare leg, and he messily sucks you into his mouth. Tongue and all. He takes a long moment to get an aftertaste of you and your toothpaste before pulling away, tongue still peeking out of his chapped lips.

“Y-your not mad?”

How could you be when the object of your desires is now right there in front of you? You tell him just that and his face flushes even more and you can feel his cock twitch against your thighs. You yank him over to your bed and tumble over, pulling him on top of you with a smirk on your face.

You don’t need any more words. He understands your silent tango and dives in to taste you.