#imma call them when i wake up again

[swaggypsyduck]

Story Time pt.2

okay so my dad left for fajr and this is a more detailed version of the story from my mom. so apparently not only did violence on the pitch calm me down but i was a PROP in prank war between my uncles and my grandpa.

they heard from my mom that i kept watching maldini recordings on the tv and when they came back from italy (one was studying and the other was visiting) they brought the ac milan shirt to gift me and anger my grandpa who apparently thought i just liked watching football w him and was confused as to why i was clapping at the wrong parts. he's an inter fan so the "wrong parts" were when maldini tackled his players. so yah there's a picture sitting on the table of me lying on top of my grandpa in a lil ac milan shirt and him disgruntled in his inter milan kit.

my grandpa got me a tiny inter shirt too bc he was salty lololol. but he still has those pictures so i haven't seen them yet. next time inshallah i will.

MAN I MISS MY FAMILY SO MUCH😭😭😭. I DONT REMEMBER THIS BUT NOW I WANNA CRY. WHY AM I CRYING OVER THIS???

[call-me-pup2]

On the train zooming! Might as well have wore a scuba suit with the weather though, going to go charity shop hunting for a cute waterproof trench coat so with me luck!

[urmomisunderme2]

Guilty as sin

Warning: daddy kink, wet dreams, watching (i don’t remember what it’s called😭) and I don’t remember but smut

When your back for home for summer you never know what could happen, especially with your dads best friend Natasha…

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"Nat fuck nat please-oh god please" you moan as Natasha rubs your clit "you like that detka hm?" You buck your hips toward her hand but she moves away"no natty no please-" you whine "patience little girl... you gonna love this even more" you watch her standing at the end of the bed taking of her belt and jeans and pulling down her boxers just enough for her cock to stand proud, she moves back onto be and lines up to your core and just when she's about to split you open... *buzz buzz buzz* your alarm goes off, yet another night you've had a wet dream about your daddy's best friend.

Being home for summer was amazing, it was nice to see your dad again although that feeling can get old fast sometimes, this time faster then anytime before when you had only be home for about 5 minutes when your dad asked if you’d been getting any at uni, what the fuck, that was a crazy thing to ask but that’s what Tony stark was like as a dad and honestly it wouldn’t be as awkward as it was if you didn’t have a crush on his best friend who you’d be having wet dreams about for months.

You get out of bed put on your silk robe that Natasha had given to you for your 19th birthday a few months ago, you walk out your room and down to the kitchen to get a glass of orange juice. As you walk through the hallway and get closer to the kitchen you can hear your father talking with someone. You enter the kitchen to see the woman featuring in all your pantie ruining dreams, Natasha Romanoff looking as gorgeous as ever even in her black t shirt and grey sweatpants making parts of her really stand out, this was not what you needed after the dream you just had.

Natasha smiles as she see you wake in starting to walk over to you from where she was standing leaning against the counter.

“Such a sleepy girl” she says pulling you into a hug, something you hadn’t given her in months since your crush had amplified to this crazy level of neediness “finally a hug from my girl” she said pulling you closer but all you can focus on now is how you can feel her shaft against your front. You had known Natasha your whole life and as soon as you started to have crushes she was your first and longest, you’d had a crush on her now since you where twelve obviously the feelings you felt had changed a bit over time with a sexual need too. ��

“Hi” you say as she pulls away “hey dad” you greet your dad and walk over to the fridge to get some orange juice “how was your sleep?” Your dad asked, he could tell something was up, you blush at his question as you fill your glass and turn back around to face them, leaning back against the counter opposite them “Emm…okay I guess” your face was only blushing more “you don’t seem very sure” Natasha looked at you with an unreadable expression “just like dreams and stuff you know” “dreams not nightmares, ohhhh someone having sex dreams” Tony teases, you look over at him with a death glare can’t he just be a normal dad for once “dad really?” You look over at Natasha embarrassed “hey don’t look at me to save you I’m just as interested” Natasha smirks.

“I’m not even- ugh imma shower” you leave the room before you somehow reveal who it’s about. You go back to your room and into the bathroom as you had an ensuite bathroom, you drop the robe and turn the shower on, after a minute you walk into the rainfall shower.

You can’t help yourself as your had slides down to clit rubbing in tight circles as you think of Natasha, imagining her doing this to you, kissing down your neck, telling you what she wants to do to you “Natasha… fuck…” you moan as you cum glad that the house you live in is absolutely giant.

You step out of the shower and wrap yourself in a towel, walking into your bedroom jumping a little when you see Natasha standing in your room with a smirk on her face “Natasha what are you..” you stop before you finish just now realising she may have heard you. “I came to leave you some pastries for after your shower but I just couldn’t help but stay when I heard those lovely noises you where making detka”

You freeze as Natasha walks over to you pulling you in and kissing you harshly, her hands falling to your ass. You both pull away for breath.

“On the bed princess” you walk backwards until you fall onto the bed and spread your legs open, your towel had fallen off at some point as you only notice. Natasha stands at the end of the bed “touch your clit detka” she commands and you do, moaning a little as your body is still sensitive from your previous orgasm. Natasha watches over you with her hand falling into her pants starting to touch herself too.

“If you’re a good girl and tell me want you want you can have more princess” you speed up wanting even more but it’s not her, it’s not enough without her touching you “I want you natty please, rip me open please, do anything to make I don’t care just fuck me!” You scream and before you know if Natasha is on top of you and pushing herself in your cunt “call me daddy detka” you can’t help but hold back your moan, Natasha was so big, you’d never had anything this big in you before “yes daddy”

“Good girl” Natasha says kissing and nibbling at your neck “faster daddy please daddy I need to…” Natasha listens to you speeding up and bringing one of her hands down to rub your clit “cum for daddy princess…daddy’s gonna cum in you…fill you up with my baby’s” a few seconds later you cum with a scream.

Natasha keeps railing into your sensitive core “daddy I-“ you whine but are interrupted by Natasha “fuck detka fuck daddy’s gonna cum” and she does, filling you full with her cum.

She fall down next to you giving you a kiss on the cheek “I’m glad I heard you in the shower, god I wanted you so bad and hopefully now you’ll be filled with my baby’s all plump and pregnant”

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[tinylilacbun]

Hi, can you please write an imagine where Rafe ( before where he's hasn't killed anyone 💀) has a toddler sister (Rose is her mom) she is crying for her mom because she has a fever but Rafe takes care of her and then she clings on to him and he's very protective of her?

Thank you 🎀

Rafe is in his room, sitting on his bed with his back resting against the headboard as he scrolls on his phone mindlessly when his ears pick up the sound of you crying out from your room.

"Mommy-" You whine pitifully, a cough interrupting your call and you continue to cry.

The Cameron boy sighs, swinging his legs over the edge of his bed he pushes himself up, making his way to your room down the hallway, seeing the door slightly ajar.

Pushing it open he sees you sat up on your bed, rubbing at your eyes tiredly and your cheeks flushed red.

You have been running a fever the last few days, only laying in bed and being fed soup every day mostly by him or Rose.

"What's wrong, kid?" He asks as he sits down by your side, placing a hand on your forehead he hums at feeling how warm it still is.

Pouting up at him your bottom lip quivers, making grabby hands at him in a silent request for cuddles and he complies, laying down beside you he lets you crawl on top of him. "There...I got you."

You sniffle, clinging onto his shirt desperately. Seeing you in this state is hard for your brother, he's only used to your bubbly and overall happy personality that brightens everyone's mood the moment you enter the room.

Not to mention that Rafe can't stand to see you in any kind of pain, his big brother instincts flaring up the moment he notices that something's bothering you.

He rests his chin on top of your head, rubbing soothing circles on your back as you keep letting out little whimpers and whines from discomfort.

"I know, I know. You'll feel better soon." He whispers, glancing at all the medication on your nightstand. "Someone gave you your medicine today?"

You mumble something incoherently and Rafe chuckles a little at your stubbornness to take medicine. "S'icky..."

"Trust me, I know it does, but it's there to help you get healthy again, y'know." He explains, feeling you squirm in protest. "You wanna be able to play soon again, don't you? And go to the beach or to the country club with me, hm?"

You huff, your cheek pressed against his chest as you nod your head slowly.

"See, but we can't do that if you don't take them." He says, carefully sitting up he keeps an arm wrapped around your back while he reaches for the bottle of medicine, opening it and pouring some in the small plastic cup.

He pulls you back a little, holding the cup to your lips but you still keep them shut tightly. "A'ight, how about a little trick. Imma pinch your nose shut and I swear you won't taste it as much."

When you nod your head, giving him permission to do so he gently pinches your nose shut and smiles when you open your mouth, quickly swallowing the medicine, only scrunching your face when he lets go of your nose again.

"See, wasn't so bad, right?" He asks, placing the bottle back on the nightstand he grabs your sippy cup with juice instead and you instantly reach for it, taking some big sips. "Slow down, kid."

You do, your eyes are already feeling heavy again. Your small body exhausted from the fever. Rafe takes the sippy from you again and you reach out to grab your bunny and pacifier before snuggling back against his chest.

He places a kiss to the top of your head, pulling the covers over you and you let out a long sigh, completely content in your brother's arms.

"Get some rest, I'll be here when you wake up..." He whispers, smirking at hearing your soft snores.

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[stevesbipanic]

For the lovely @withacapitalp happy birthday Liam hope you have the best day today!!!!

Steve had been pacing around the apartment all morning. Well, pacing wasn't really the right word, Eddie would describe it more like having the same zoomies their cat Toothpaste has at 3am.

You see today was–"It's Robin Day, Eds!" As his lovely boyfriend had practically screamed in his ear at 5am. "And it will still be Robin day when you return from your job at a normal waking hour, babe."

Eddie had hoped the jog would've gotten some of the energy out of Steve's system but he seemed more hyper on his return, at least he'd brought Eddie coffee.

"Love, Robin isn't even on the plane yet."

"I know, but it's today, Eds."

Steve looked so bright it made all of Eddie's sleepiness fade away. It had been hard, living away from Robin. They'd all shared an apartment when she went away for college but by the time she got a job in New York, Steve and Eddie were not only dating finally but settled into Chicago life.

They spoke every day of course, Robin and Steve never missed a nightly catch up of the day's events, Eddie didn't even know what they'd talk about once they were in the same state again. Eddie knew Robin would always be Steve's number one and he loved that about him.

There was one other thing about today though. "Sweetheart, you know it's not just Robin Day, right?"

Steve looked confused at his boyfriend, kind of like the way a puppy looks when you move his toy.

"What could be more important about today than that."

Eddie began humming a specific tune wrapping his arms around Steve's waist. "Oh, right, my birthday, 24 isn't exactly a big deal Eds," Steve said rolling his eyes.

Eddie laughed, "Your birthday is the reason Robin's coming, sunshine, plus after the number of times we've both almost died I think every birthday is a big deal."

Steve nodded his head and returned the embrace Eddie had been giving him, "True, you think you're gonna have a quarter life crisis in August, Mr 25?"

Eddie grinned, "Oh yeah, I think imma buy a guitar and start a band." Steve laughed, while Corroded Coffin never got famous they got relatively well known in the local scene, Tuesdays were now a regular gig at The Squire downtown.

"Four hours til she lands," Steve said kissing Eddie's cheek and running upstairs to make sure the guest room was ready for the tenth time. "Still not on the plane yet!" Eddie called up laughing.

Four and a half hours later their loving room was filled with laughter and joy once more. "And then the guy asked the flight attendant for another ginger ale and Steve this man was looking green and you know how I don't deal with sick people well I'm surprised I survived the flight at all," Robin rambled filling Steve in on her flight from hell.

"Honestly, you should just move back here, save yourself the flight," Steve joked. Robin glanced at Eddie, one little birthday surprise they hadn't told Steve yet.

"Actually, my contract is ending in two weeks, and um, they offered to extend it at...their Chicago office."

Steve was frozen, if Eddie didn't know better he'd think Vecna had returned from the dead to finish them off after all these years. Then the screaming started.

"YOU'RE MOVING BACK TO CHICAGO!"

"I'M MOVING BACK TO CHICAGO!"

Pretty soon everyday would be Robin Day and with his boy looking that happy Eddie wouldn't want it any other way.

[kaliforniahigh]

Best friend!noah being excited to come see you after being on tour but coming home to you seeing someone else. Except before tour he could’ve sworn you guys have a moment so instead of being bitter he just tries to get rid of the guy… I love jealous Noah what can I say😩😩

Thank you so much for the request!!! I hope it's what you wanted <3 sorry for the wait!

Warning: pining, idiots in love, angst with a happy ending, misunderstandings, jealous!reader and jealous!Noah, innacurate descriptions of family members.

WC: almost 3.7k

Requests are closed for now.

The patio door muffled the music coming from the inside, as you sat on a chair, drinking your beer. It was a happy night for everyone, the boys were going on tour and everyone celebrated as if it was the first time.

You obviously loved this for them, especially for Noah, your best friend who you met when he first came to Los Angeles all those years ago. But you couldn't help but feel a sting of sadness in your chest.

They took a long break and you got too used to having him around all the time. You went to the grocery store together, you went to the movies together, you ate together, and even if you told him you were picking up some pain medication at the drugstore, he voluntereed to drive you. You got used to the domesticity of it all.

But the news that they were preparing to go back on tour soon busted your bubble of happiness. Noah was excited, he missed being on stage and as much as he hated travelling, he loved what he did more. So you didn't have the heart to tell him how crushed you were.

They were leaving for the airport tomorrow and even though they should be resting for the long flight, they couldn't resist a last hoorah.

You were making your way back inside soon, as to not alarm anyone of your absence, but it was too late as you heard the sliding doors behind you open and close.

You smelled him before you saw him. His cologne always unmistakable to your senses.

"Hey, what are you doing here all by yourself?", he questioned, moving the chair that was beside you and sitting across from you instead.

"Just taking a breather. The smell of beer and weed a little overwhelming", you tried to smile to make your lie more believable. But you could tell he saw right through you.

"Imma take breather with you then", he sat back on the chair, taking a swig of his own beer.

After a couple of minutes, he couldn't take the silence anymore, and the thought of something bothering you and you choosing not to talk to him. You always talked to him.

"What's on your pretty little mind?", he finally voiced his concerns, resting his elbows on his knees and looking at you.

"Oh, it's nothing. It'll pass soon", you waived it off, hoping he would drop the subject.

"Share with me and it'll pass sooner". You cursed at the fact that he always knew what to say to you, talking to him always did help after all. You took a deep breath.

"It's just that...", you trailed off. You haven't cried about this yet, but now, with him in front of you for the last time, knowing it'll be months before you see him again, made tears well in your eyes. "I'm missing you already", you looked down at your lap, but he noticed the tear falling from your eyes and into your jeans.

"Hey", he scooted closer to you, grabbing your head in his hands, lifting your face to make you look at him. "I'll miss you terribly as well, but I'll be back before you even notice I'm gone", he tried to soothe you.

"I know I'm being dramatic. I guess I just got used to you being around all the time", he nodded in understanding.

"And I enjoyed letting you have me all to yourself. Can't even tell you how much I'm gonna miss our late night drives to McDonald's. And watching movies until 3am and passing out on the couch", you gave him a close lipped smile, it wasn't a full smile, but it was better than the tears.

"You promise you'll call? Even if the timezones are horrible and you'll wake me up in the middle of the night?", you already knew he would, but you needed to hear him say it.

"I promise. You're even gonna get sick of me from how much we're gonna talk", the thought was ridiculous.

"That's impossible, I'll never get sick of you", his thumbs were now softly caressing your cheeks, you looked into his eyes and saw something in them you've never seen - or noticed - before. You thought it was love, adoration and a little bit of longing. Yours were probably telling the same story.

He leaned in a little closer, his right thumb slipping from your cheek to rest on your lips, as you gave it a light kiss, making his head spin. Just as he was about to crash his lips on yours and claim the lips of the woman he always desired to make his, the door opened again and a drunk Folio made his way outside, making you part, startled.

"Nowwaahhh", he slurred. "They want you to make a speech or something, I don't know man, they want you to say something", he pointed inside.

He was completely unaware of the moment he just interrupted. Noah looked back at you but your face was understanding. You told him he could go, that you would be inside in a second. He hesitated before getting up from his chair, pulling him and Folio inside.

You both didn't have the chance to revisit this moment that night, and as you embraced and said goodbye the next morning, Noah promised himself he was making you his the moment he got back.

It took you a while to adjust, but Noah made good on his promise, and you didn't mind one bit whenever he called you in the middle of the night. It just meant you were going to fall asleep again to the sound of his voice.

He sent you funny pictures, and videos from soundcheck, and gave you hotel room tours when you facetimed. Not to mention when he sent you pictures of his breakfast, lunch and dinner. The ache in your heart subsided a little, but nothing could've prepared you from what came next.

You weren't a chronically online person at all, but it was the weekend and you were lounging on your couch, scrolling through social media, as there was really nothing better to do. You follow some Bad Omens fan pages because you loved looking at the pictures and videos they posted from the shows. You also loved laughing at the ridiculous speculations that were thrown around from time to time. You even showed them to Noah, falling into a fit of giggles every time.

When you saw the picture, it was blurry because it was taken from far away, but you could never miss his silhouette. But what caught your attention was the figure beside him. You noticed the blonde hair going down to her back, and she was wearing a black dress and some heels. You read the caption:

Apparently Noah was seen leaving the show tonight with a girl?????

You considered being a part of the crew, but scratched that quickly. This was no work attire. And you knew comfortable clothes were a must when working on the road, especially with concerts. You scrolled thought the comments.

I heard someone said they were holding hands.

our boy is getting some tonightttt.

wow she's a lucky girl for sure.

You locked your phone, throwing it on the cushion beside you, taking a moment to register what you were feeling. You were jealous, that was obvious, but you felt a hint of betrayal and a little like you were led on.

You knew you had no right to feel like this. You thought back to the moment you both shared back at the party. He didn't kiss you, but you were sure he was going to. But again, you were being naive in thinking he was going away for months and not get any girls.

You wondered if he would call you tonight. If he would have the time. If he took that girl back to his hotel room, he would probably be busy. You tried to scratch that vision from your mind. Getting up from the couch and abandoning your phone there, you decided that some dinner would make you feel better.

Turns out he did call you that night. It was close to 1am and you were wide awake, not yet able to get the nagging thoughts out of your mind. You saw the phone ring and let it go to voicemail. He called again and you didn't pick up, again.

Instead, he sent you a text message.

Hi, beautiful. You're probably sleeping already, so I'll let you rest. I miss you and I'll talk to you tomorrow. Sleep tight ❤️

You wanted to cry. You felt guilty about not picking up the phone. Especially since you haven't missed a call since he went on tour weeks ago. But you needed some time to sort out your emotions. And hearing the sound of his voice would surely break you.

You logged out of all social media after this, not wanting to see anything anymore. You had to go back to thinking of Noah as just a friend or you would go crazy if you did otherwise.

You still talked to him everyday, trying your best to act your normal self. If he noticed something different, he didn't say anything. He never mentioned the girl either, but you bet he knew the pictures made their way to social media.

In the middle of your heartbreak, you did something you've never done before: you accepted to go on a date with someone from work. Jack was one of those people that everyone gushed about. He was handsome and kind, and everyone talked about how whoever ended up with him would be a lucky person.

You participated in the small talk at work and agreed with what they said, but you never imagined Jack as more than a co-worker. So one day, when he invited you to grab dinner with him, you could've told him you were busy or that you though it wasn't a good idea to go out with someone from work in a romantic setting. But you found yourself saying yes.

The dinner went great, the place he picked was beautiful, but you failed to feel the sparks and connection. You made excuses in your head, saying that the first date was supposed to be like that. You didn't know him on a personal level anyway.

So you kept going out with him. You felt terrible, because as good as this man was, it was impossible for you to feel and develop something else other than a friendship with him. You also kept comparing him to Noah and that wasn't fair.

You decided to tell him all of this over lunch one day. You kept apologising and telling him that if he never wanted to look at you again, you wouldn't blame him. But he assured you that you were ok, and told you that asking you out was a long shot anyway, that he was happy just being your friend. You felt like a weight was lifted from your shoulders. But you also thought that you couldn't stay hung up on Noah for the rest of your life. If he was able to go out with other people, you had to try to do the same.

A few days later, Noah told you on the phone that they were coming back this weekend - you knew, because you kept tabs on their schedule - and that they were throwing a welcome home party.

You asked him if you could bring someone and he could feel his heart drop to his stomach. He said yes, but his voice waivered and he stuttered a bit over his words, you question catching him off-guard. After this interaction, he kept blaming himself.

Obviously you would have someone. Other people would be idiots not to notice how great and amazing you were. He realized he was too late and it killed him inside.

The last couple of days on tour, he kept replaying the moment you both shared on the patio that night. He should've kissed you, should've told you how down bad in love he is with you. How he has been for years. But he missed his chance, and now he had to live with the fact that there was someone else making you happy.

The night of the party, you were buzzing with excitment. They had landed that morning, but were busy unpacking everything. So you and Noah agreed to see each other later at the party.

Your nerves were eating you alive. Your hair and makeup were ready and you had your outfit on, Jack arrived about fifteen minutes ago, but you invited him in, nedding to down a shot to take the edge off.

You had told him about Noah the night you invited him to the party and Jack actually showed himself to be a great friend.

"What if he brings that girl to the party?", you mused, your leg not able to stand still.

"From what you've told me, you guys tell each other everything. So if he has someone, he would've let you know", you knew this was true, but your brain was sabotaging you right now. "You'll never know if we never go"

You sighed out loud, grabbing you purse and leading you and Jack out the door.

The moment you arrived, the place as already buzzing. You recognized almost everyone as you greeted them and introduced them to Jack, but your eyes surveyed the room, looking for someone in particular.

Since he wasn't all that hard to miss, you spotted him just a few minutes later. Taking Jack's hand in yours, you led him to the other side of the living room. As if he could sense your presence, Noah turned around and his eyes landed on you, lips widening into a smile. But you could see it faded a little bit when he looked at who was beside you.

You dashed towards him, letting Jack's hand go and engulfed him in an embrace. You stood on your tiptoes so you could nuzzle your face in his neck and Noah's hands went to curl around your back. You breathed a sigh of relief.

"I missed you so much, you have no idea", you murmured in his ear.

"I missed you too, sweet girl", He wanted to enjoy the moment, but he couldn't help but steal a look Jack's way as his hand moved dangerously low on your back. He noticed the dude was smiling. What kind of boyfriend - or hook-up - would smile watching their significant other interact with another person like this?

He didn't know, but he decided to lay it on thick tonight. Maybe he would get the message to whom you actually belonged to.

He was being unreasonable, but he couldn't help it.

Disentangling from him, you turned around to look behind you. "Noah, this is Jack, Jack this is Noah", you introduced them. Jack extended a hand, but Noah didn't take it, opting to greet him with a nod instead.

"I've heard a lot about you, man", Jack said and Noah felt a swell of pride at the fact the she mentioned him to the people she went out with.

"Funny, 'cause I haven't heard about you at all", Noah couldn't help the jab the came out of his mouth, but Jack seemed unfazed.

"We're coworkers, but started to hang out just recently", Jack cleared up. Noah made a sound of acknowledgment, but didn't try to carry on the conversation, turning towards you instead. One of his arms was still wrapped around your waist, holding you close to his side.

"The boys wanted to see you, they're out back playing beer pong", Noah told you. You looked back at Jack.

"Go, I'll be fine here. I think I'll grab something to drink", he reassured you. You knew Jack had no problem mingling with other people, but you stil felt bad abandoning him here by himself. You trusted his words, though, and followed Noah outside.

When you stepped out on the patio, you noticed there was no beer pong and no other band members who missed you.

"Where is everyone?", you asked him.

"They're in there somewhere. I'm sorry, I just wanted a minute alone with you", Noah confessed, but you weren't mad, you also missed your one on one conversations.

You sat down on the same chair, on the same positions you were at during the last party that happened here. The coincidence wasn't lost on you.

"Is Jack your boyfriend?", Noah started, wanting to ask the question that was eating him alive for the last couple of days.

"No, he isn't. He's just my co-worker", you explained.

"But like, are you hooking up with him?", he pressed for more.

"We went out on a few dates, but I realized it wasn't gonna work, so now, we're just hanging out as friends"

"When was that? Were you not gonna tell me?", his questions were starting to annoy you. Yes, you were best friends, but he was thousands of miles away, hooking up with other girls and not telling you about it either.

"I don't have to tell you everything", your defensive mode kicked in.

"Yeah, but it would've been nice to know"

"It's not like you were telling me about your hook ups either", if he wanted to go there, you would go there. You would love to hear this excuse.

"What hook ups?", he looked incredibly confused at your statement. There was not a day on tour that Noah didn't think about you. He had no desire to hook up with other people.

"The blonde girl you probably took back to your hotel room?", you hated how jealous and desperate you were sounding right now. But this was eating at you and you needed answears.

"What blonde girl?"

"If you're not gonna be truthful, I don't see the point of this conversation", you got up from your chair, but before you could open the door to go back inside, he took a hold of your arm, making you turn around.

"I'm not doing this on purpose. I genuinely don't know what you're talking about", he was firm in his words and you took a moment to really look at him in the eyes, finding no lies there. So you sat back down.

"You left the show in Texas with a blonde girl. There were pictures all over the internet, people said you were pretty cozy together", you explained, grabbing your phone and scrolling until you found the picture and showed it to him.

"Oh, this blonde girl?", he took a good look at the picture and you hummed in confirmation.

"She is Alana's sister. She lives in the area and attended the show that night", he explained, not really making the situation any better.

"Ok? That doesn't change the fact that you left with her", Noah wanted to smile, because you were jealous of him, so that meant you cared, right?

"I did leave with her", he confirmed, but you sensed a bit of teasing in his voice. Was he really making fun of you in this situation?

"I left with her because her boyfriend was parked one block away and I didn't want her walking alone. So I walked with her", he said in the calmest voice and a little smirk on his face.

"And why were you holding her hand?"

"I don't know where you heard that, but it isn't true"

As soon as the words left his lips, you didn't know if you felt relief or embarrassment. You shouldn't have trusted what you saw on the internet, and you should've asked him about it sooner. But you didn't want to make a fool of yourself, in case he didn't feel the same about you. Guess that didn't work very well.

"I'm sorry about this. You have the right to hook up with whoever you want. I don't know why I'm feeling this way", you knew, but you didn't know how to say it out loud.

"Are you really not going out with Jack?", he asked once again.

"I'm really not. There was nothing there, no spark, no butterflies, nothing"

"Great, so he isn't gonna be mad when I do this"

You found yourself in the same position as months ago, your face enveloped in his hands, but he didn't wait this time, as he placed his lips on yours.

They were so very soft as they molded and slotted into yours, moving in a slow pace, wanting to savour the moment he's been waiting for for months.

You felt on cloud nine, but you wanted him closer. You've been so far apart, that now you wanted him as close as you could get.

So, without parting your lips, you got up from the chair and situated yourself on his lap, your legs on either side of him. One of his hands moved from your face and to your waist and up your back, spreading warmth through you.

With a little bit of hesitancy, you let go of each other's lips, but stayed with your mouths close.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for this. I've been driving myself crazy on tour, thinking about how I should've kissed you that night", his voice was low, only for you to hear it.

"You're here now, you can kiss me as much as you want", you smiled wide, happiness taking over your body.

"I will, since you're mine now, get used to being kissed every minute of the day", his smile matched yours, just with a little more mischief in it.

"Oh, I'm yours now?", he gave you a peck on the lips, humming into the kiss. "I think I've been yours for a while", you observed casually, and it was the truth. You belonged to each other, even though it took you a while to realize it.

He gripped your waist tighter, bringing you closer together.

"That's fucking right", and you resumed kissing each other.

[lupinqs]

hi hi hi!!!!!!! with the end of take me to church right around the corner, i want y’all to vote on which upcoming series you’d like to see first. imma be honest my favorite is the second one but i have so much lore for all of them that it would be easy for me to write any!!! vote pls!!!!

WNBA Paige x Upper East Side Princess OC:

paige plays for the liberty; she’s in her rookie season

oc is in her last year of college at columbia—her parents are very rich (like billionaire type rich) and she’s grown up on the upper east side

enemies to lovers hella because oc is a bitch lowkey and paige def matches that energy towards oc

despite being so young, oc also already has a fiancé that she’s kinda been expected to end up with her whole life because he’s a family friend and the son of another rich millionaire/billionaire but they’re more just friends if anything

oc’s finacé’s parents are huge funders towards NY sports (including the liberty) which is kinda why oc and paige see each other a lot

oc’s parents def don’t approve so angst there too

oc is also an ex basketball player who was forced out of the sport at a young age despite being talented and paige kinda helps her get back into the sport and start loving it again because at the beginning oc HATES basketball

very reminiscent of gossip girl

UCONN Paige x Teammate OC:

paige is in her junior year, oc a freshman (only a year and a half age gap yall don’t be weird)

oc was the number-one recruit in her class coming into college just like paige was so she’s got a lotta pressure on her

paige and oc are roommates

oc tore her ACL her junior year of high school so when paige tears her, oc is there for her because she’s been in that position before—paige and oc have had a lot of similar experiences which makes them really understand each other

paige really channels her inner coach p into oc because oc is gonna have to have a huge role in this season due to paige’s absence and then even more so with azzi’s injury

oc also has had a bf for like ever and i’m saying she’s been in love with this boy since she was a kid because they lived next door to each other—that type of thing. so oc has never even really thought about being gay or liking girls because she’s always been so infatuated with that boy but when she and him start having problems because he’s at a different college and when paige starts comforting her through that and she and paige start spending more time with each other, oc starts… realizing lots of things about herself and her feelings

lots of self-discovery

end goal is for paige to basically coach and encourage oc and team to a natty

WNBA Paige x Ex-Bestfriend Actress OC:

paige plays for the sparks; she’s in her rookie year

oc is a well-known and successful actress

paige and oc were childhood best friends (yes ik i just did this with tmtc) and had a hella homoerotic friendship that ends up falling apart paige’s first year of college after …. certain events

oc is more open about her sexuality but paige has always been very overthinking about it and has severe internalized homophobia which helps lead to the crumbling of their friendship before

oc has been really really successful these past few years in the acting industry; her first movie came out in paige’s sophomore year of college which was sort of a wake up call for her then because she hadn’t even known that her best friend was actually legit in acting now

paige’s junior year college is when she realizes that yeah, she is gay and she was in love with oc basically her whole childhood but she’s ruined it and she doesn’t even think she has a chance anymore

paige is completely chill and confident within herself and her sexuality by her senior year of college

anyways in the present oc and paige meet again at some after party in la and it’s so weird for paige because oc seems so confident and at ease and she’s with all these famous people now but she used to be so shy and reserved

cameron brink and oc’s best friend are good friends and since paige and oc’s closest friends in la are good friends, they start running into each other a lot more

lots of angst fs and learning the new versions of each other vs remembering the ones they grew up with

[bed-chemist]

duke oneshot pls 🙏 (not smut)

Agora Hills - duke dennis x reader

─⋆♡ an: based on this ask. for future reference if you have a request, specify smut or no smut like this person did or imma do whatever tf i want. y'all can't cap, i've been on a fucking roll this weekend. hopefully y'all like it. ★ ˙ᵕ˙ liv

─⋆♡ summary: you and duke are in an established relationship. he decides to surprise you and ball the fuck out.

─⋆♡ warnings: dual pov (the pov changes with the pink headers, the divider gifs just mean a bit of time has passed), language, all fluff no smut, softdom!duke (he doesn't like when the reader talks back), 18+ black!writer, alcohol, physical descriptors (brief)

⋆word count: 4.5k ⋆ masterlist ⋆

y/n

I jolt out of sleep, and the feeling of the cool air of the hotel room kicks on. Duke’s hand rubbing my leg makes me relax a little, and my eyes move to him, seeing that he's still right where he was when I fell asleep.

“Hey, baby. Time to wake up,” he says quietly, kissing me on the cheek, and then he returns his attention to his phone.

I yawn, looking up at him, recalling that he’s probably been working all night. He doesn’t look like he slept much, making me feel worse. “How long have you been awake?” He needs to prioritize his sleep.

Duke shifts, pulling me further up so he can rub my ass. “It’s 7:30 a.m., so 30 minutes. I already got up and showered,” he explains and I look up at his freshly moisturized skin.

I inhale his cologne and hum. He smells so fucking good. I grumble, annoyed at how early it is. He takes notice and spanks me lightly, and I gasp at his forwardness. “Duke, you did not just slap my ass,” I scold.

His laugh reverberates through his chest. “Yes, the fuck I did. Let me worry about you, not the other way around,” he matter-of-factly states.

I roll my eyes and sigh. “But I'm supposed to worry about you, too. It’s supposed to be equal.” I’m making valid points here.

Duke slips out from under me, standing up. He puts his hands up in defense, and he turns to walk into the bathroom and turns the shower on. I crawl to the end of the bed, stand up, and follow him into the bathroom where he’s leaning on the wall with his arm on top of the small door. Straightening, he extends his hand and pulls me into the bathroom. 

“Take your time, babe. Call me if you need me,” he instructs and leans down to kiss me before brushing past me and exiting the bathroom. 

My eyes watch him as he goes, drinking him in. I know he already showered, but some part of me wants him to just stand in the shower with me and hold me.

“Are you sure I look okay?” I ask Duke for the hundredth time in the last hour, holding his hand to stabilize myself as I descend the steps of the hotel.

He puts his hand on the small of my back when I’m grounded, and gently pushes me forward towards a truck near the entrance. “Yes, baby. You always look beautiful,” he responds, opening the passenger door, and extending his hand again so I can use it to climb in.

I slide into the seat and turn my head towards him, raising my eyebrows. “So that’s a no, then?” He rolls his eyes, reaching in to put the seatbelt on me. “I got it,” I snap, putting my hand on his arm. I fucking hate when he does the child thing.

Duke doesn’t say anything, just turns around to the two men who I hadn't noticed, letting me finish buckling myself. One is holding a big pastry box, and the other is holding two drinks. Duke takes the items from them, putting the box in my lap first, and then the iced drink into my hand. “I didn’t know we had security today,” I grumble. They slide into the back seat silently and I shift a bit.

Not that I mind it, I just know that the surprise will be public. “Where we’re going, we’ll need it,” he tells me before shutting the door.

As he jogs around to his side of the truck, I take a sip of the brown liquid, throwing my head back to moan as the drink washes down my throat. Bringing the cup up to my face, I look at the label that’s on the side. An iced vanilla latte with almond milk. One thing I love about Duke is that he always gets my coffee order correct. I smile and continue to sip.

Duke slides into the driver's seat, putting his drink in the cup holder. “You haven’t had your coffee, so I won’t spank you for that little attitude just a second ago.” He smirks at me and starts the truck.

Fuck. I am so fucked. I want nothing more than to straddle him right now and say fuck the surprise. But, there are two security guards in the back seat effectively stopping me from having any extra fun.

I look down at the box, noticing a giant donut with pink icing and lots of sprinkles. 

“That’s your hint, baby. You’ll probably get it before I even drive off.” He smirks again, shifting the truck into drive.

I gasp in realization: warm weather, huge pink donut you can only get at one place, lots of walking…

“You are not taking me to Universal Studios for the surprise.” I whip my head over to him, eyes going wide and excitement bubbling beneath the surface. I feel like my ability to function has left this vehicle.

Duke turns at me and grins, leaning over to plant a kiss on my cheek. “You’re damn right I am, baby. Now, eat your donut.” He puts his free hand around the back of my neck, and I feel my body melting into him. 

The biggest grin takes over my face as he starts driving. This is going to be the best surprise ever.

duke

My girlfriend is practically hyperventilating as I pull the car into the parking lot at Universal Studios. I turn to look at her, and she’s squirming and squealing in her seat. 

“Do we need to go through the five senses again, baby? Or are you good?” I inquire, fearing that I’ve completely jump-started her heart. Whenever she gets like this, we use the grounding technique so she can calm herself down.

She whips her head in my direction with the cutest smile on her face. “I’m good, baby. I’m just really excited.” She leans over the console to kiss me, and I know I’m going to be spoiling her for the rest of our lives.

She reaches down to undo her belt and I pull the handle, stepping out of the car. As soon as I open her door, I notice she’s looking over my shoulder. She’s seemingly weary of the two big men coming with us, so I lean in to speak into her ear. “They won't bother us, baby. They’re just here to make sure niggas don’t talk to you,” I reassure her before helping her slide out of the truck. 

She places her hand and mine and we begin walking towards the entrance. “It would be you they’re talking to and we both know it,” she says.

“I don’t know about that. They practically foam at the mouth every time you’re on a stream,” I tell her, lightly swinging our hands between us.

She scoffs, flipping her long her over her shoulder. “I think you’re forgetting about filming the vlogs. Women love being in that shit,” she complains.

I smirk and lead her over to the entrance–it took everything I had not to rent the park out for her today. “We’re not filming today. I’m focusin’ on you. And I love yo ass,” I try to reassure her jealous side.

She reaches her hand up and smushes my face together. “I love you too, Dukey,” she smiles before placing a quick kiss on my lips.

Once we get through security, I lace my fingers with hers again. “What do you wanna do first?” I place a kiss on her hand, feeling her shake with excitement.

She starts bouncing up and down, her breathing picking up once again. “Can we pretty please do Harry Potter stuff first?? Everything else if we have time. I really wanna come back for the light show! Oooo! Der, can we please go get Butterbeer and Lemon Sherbets?? And then we can ride the Incredible Hulk roller coaster! PLEASE, Please, please, please-” She's speaking so fast that I end up kissing her to shut her up. I can't get in a word any other way. 

She moans in my mouth, and I grip her ass, pressing her front to me. She’s so fucking hot when she’s passionate.

My hands fly up onto her shoulder to stop her incessant bouncing. “Yeah. One thing at a time, though.” I exhale. Her brain moves a million miles per second, and it’s impressive she’s been able to keep all those thoughts in her head since we got into the car and she found out where we were going.

Our private guide ushers us to the cart which drives us straight through the New York and San Francisco attractions. When she spots the Knight Bus, she begins bouncing again in her seat. “Duke, Duke! Let’s talk to it!” She has a twinkle in her eye as she cheers at me. 

The cart stops and the security guards get off before us. I extend her hand for her to slide out and stand behind me. Although I have a hat and sunglasses on, if anyone notices us, I don’t want her to be bombarded.

She tugs on my arm and I look back at her bug-eyed face, chuckling at her excitement. “Alright, baby. You want me to record you?” Leaning down, I kiss her on the cheek.

The pupils in her hazel eyes dilate. “Yeah,” she chirps and I pull my phone out of my back pocket, getting it ready. 

I film her, amused by her excitement. Then, my girlfriend does something that shocks the absolute shit out of me. “Excuse me, can you point me in the direction of Diagon Alley?” she asks the park employees in a British accent. 

Holy shit, who knew British accents were this hot? I have got to remember that for later.

The shrunken head turns in her direction, and I zone out. “Right through that broken brick, little witch.” 

It’s been stream after stream. 24/7 content. I’m fucking tired and I just needed a fun day with her. I black out as she finishes the rest of her conversation with the conductor and shrunken head. 

My baby girl waves a hand in front of my face and brings me back. “Dukey, baby…” she calls, and I snap my eyes in her direction.

I breathe in to center myself before smirking down at her. “I’m here.” My hand moves to her neck. “Just thinking about how a ring would look on your finger the next time you wave your fucking hand in front of my face.”

She blushes, and looks down at the ground, kicking her feet. “Duke, you know I don’t believe in marriage…” She lets her words trail off as we continue to walk toward the brick wall.

No, I most certainly did not know that. I reach down to yank on her hand, stopping her dead in her tracks before she can take out her phone and start recording for social media. 

“What do you mean you don’t believe in marriage?” I press, raising my eyebrow. Fuck, we haven’t had this conversation yet. I just assumed.

She tugs my arm, urging me to keep walking, but my feet stay firmly planted. “I mean, I believe in a life partner. It’s just that I see marriage as more of a business contract,” she explains, refusing to make eye contact with me. “Like, if anything happened to me or you, we’d have a say in each other’s affairs.” Shrugging, she turns to walk towards the broken brick wall without me.

I jog to catch up with her, putting my hand on the small of her back. Okay, so she would marry me. “So when I ask you to marry me, you’ll say yes?” I grumble, unsure of what her response will be. She’s the one I want. I want her to be my life partner, my wife, or whatever she deems appropriate.

She giggles, spinning around to kiss me as we enter Diagon Alley. “Duke, I’d marry you if you ask me.” Her breathing picks up again as she turns around and takes in the attractions. “Duke… DUKEY! DUKEY!” she shrieks, slapping her hands on my arm. “It looks so real!!” She begins bouncing up and down again, grabbing my face to turn it in the direction she wants me to look in, smashing it until my lips are puckered. If I asked her to stop, I don’t think she would. 

I'm too lost in my thoughts anyway. I’m going to marry her and give her at least 5 children. I wanna show her off to the world as long as I live. 

She tugs on my arm, pulling me out of my trance and further into Diagon Alley. Suddenly, we’re stopped in our tracks by a younger group of boys. “Excuse me, are you Duke?” one of them asks.

I look at Y/N for permission and she smiles and nods. “What’s going on my boy,” I link my hands with each of theirs and shake up.

A woman steps forward behind them with her phone out, already recording. “They’re so nervous to meet you,” she says behind them and I assume she’s their mom.

I become uncomfortable finding out she’s already recording before asking. Lady you’re fucking grown, you should know better. Before I can fume at the bitch, my girlfriend puts her hand on the small of my back. “Oh, he’s nice. You wanna take a picture with him?” she asks the group.

They collectively sound off yes’s and she stands on her tip toes to talk to me. “Here let me get out the way,” she says, knowing the fans probably don’t want her in it.

But I don’t give a fuck. She’s with me and the world should know that. I want to show her off every moment I get. “No, I want you in it,” I tell her, wrapping my arm around her and pulling her into my side.

“Baby it’s okay. Trust me,” she murmurs, pushing off of me and standing next to the mother.

She snaps a couple of pictures of me and the guys in different poses before lowering her phone and showing off her odd smile. If it weren’t for the kids and my girlfriend, I would’ve put her in her place. “Thank you,” I hear one of the kids say.

I shake up with him one last time, ruffling his curly head. “You’re welcome, big dog. Nice to meet y’all,” I say. 

“Bye, Duke!” another screams and it warms my heart. This is why the fuck I do this shit.

My eyes wander up and catch with my girlfriends. She beckons me towards her and I trail behind her as she enters Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, and her eyes widen when she spots a purple pygmy puff. “Dukey, Dukey! I need it!” she squeals, jumping up and down. The security guard tries his hardest to keep up with her as she sprints across the room, picking it up and squeezing it in her arms.

I sigh and pull out my black Amex card, before grabbing her hand and slapping it down. ���Get whatever you want, baby,” I mutter, closing her fingers around it.

Her jaw drops and she looks down at her hand, then back up to me. “You’re fucking with me,” she retorts, shoving her hand back in my direction with it open.

I close her hand again, and shove it back towards her, “I’m being for real. Whatever you want from here on out is on me.” 

She blushes at my words and I smirk, taking a step forward to kiss her soft lips. “I wanna spoil you, baby. I want you to be happy and enjoy yourself.” Hopefully, she just takes the damn card and stops arguing.

I spin her around and push her toward the cash register. She sets down the plushie and waits patiently for the cashier to finish ringing the item up. When the employee tells her where to put the card, she freezes as if the card will bite her. Cute. She feels bad for “taking” my money. She could ask me to buy her a private plot of land for her garden, and I’d have it done in seconds. 

I come up behind her, towering over her small frame, and help her push the card into the chip reader. When the pin prompt comes up, I don’t cover the code. What’s mine is hers–now and forever. The machine beeps, but she doesn’t move to grab the card. So I release her hand, leaning over until my lips touch her ear. “Pull it out, baby,” I whisper into her ear, and she shudders. 

Reaching to pull the card out, she silently smiles and thanks the cashier, before turning around and pushing both hands on my chest to pass me. I follow her out of the small gift shop into the street where she abruptly stops, whipping around and slamming the card onto my chest. I go to grab it when I notice her clenched jaw. 

“I know better than to talk back to you, Duke. But so help me god, if you do that again, I’ll piss in the store and make you clean it up,” she seethes, her face turning red.

Fuck, she’s hot when she’s pissed off. 

I throw my head back in laughter, sliding the card back into my wallet. Sage stomps her foot on the ground, grabbing my hand. “It’s not fucking funny, Dontavius,” she grumbles but pulls me into Quality Quidditch Supplies.

My eyes take a bit to adjust to the dark store. By the time they do, my girl is releasing my hand and going to grab a Slytherin backpack, whizzing around the store to grab more collectibles. I lean against the talking mirror for around 10 minutes before she comes up to me, sliding a heavy bag on my arm. Looking down, I see she’s grabbed a Slytherin tote bag and filled it with merchandise. 

“You said I could buy whatever I want,” she shrugs, turning around to try on a Slytherin robe. She’s correct, and she’s got me by the balls.

She struggles to shrug on the robe, so I cross the small distance to help her, pulling it on around her. I step aside and she looks in the mirror. “You look like a bright young witch.” The automated voice compliments her, and she jumps, startled.

A chuckle erupts from my chest as I bring my hand to her back, rubbing it to soothe her. “Not a fucking Gryffindor,” I tease, smiling at her, and bring her into my side. 

y/n

Three Wizard's Brews and some wand shopping later, I’m moaning while eating butterbeer ice cream. We’re waiting in line at King��s Cross Station with our Hogwarts robes on. I was proudly wearing my Slytherin ones. Meanwhile, I had to force Duke to buy a Gryffindor one and wear it just for me.

I scoop some of the ice cream up, holding the spoon to Duke’s lips. “Want some?” I ask with a childish grin on my face.

He leans down to take the spoon in his mouth, refusing to break the intense eye contact with me. I pull the spoon out of his mouth, and he swallows the ice cream. “It tastes sweet, just like you,” he murmurs in my ear, caressing my cheek with his hand. 

Hoping it stuffs the urge to whine down my throat, I shove the last spoonful of ice cream into my mouth. “Dontavius,” I finally let slip, shifting to lean on my left leg.

He forcefully grabs the back of my neck, and I look around at the other people standing in line, nervous that they’re going to see him dominating the shit out of me right now. Our bodyguards don’t seem to notice which is the least I can be grateful for.

“What did I say about whining, Y/N?” His voice is so deep that I swear I can feel the vibrations in my spine.

Standing on my tiptoes in an attempt to save myself some embarrassment, I whisper into his ear, “You said if I whine, you’ll bend me over and give me something to whine about.” I know Duke won’t let up on my neck until I say the words.

He quietly groans, and releases his hold on me, leaning down to kiss my forehead. “I’m proud of you. You’re learning. Don’t do that shit,” He speaks so sternly that I know it’s not a threat–it’s a promise.

Shit, Shit, Shit. I’m so intoxicated by him right now.  

His hand comes up to rest on the small of my back, ushering me forward in the line. I look down at the ice cream cup noticing it's crushed. Duke notices too, and takes the cup from my hands, tossing it perfectly into the trash can a couple feet away. He brings my finger up to his lips and slowly wraps his tongue around it, making me quietly moan. I never considered someone could have me weak in the knees, fully clothed at that. But here we are.

We make it to the front of the line and I lace my hand in Duke’s again, pulling him into the train. I go to Cabin F, where a group of teenagers sit inside, and walk in to see there’s only room for one of us to sit. Turning around, I hear the girls giggling behind me when Duke bends down to get through the door. 

I put my hands on his chest, lightly pushing him. “Turn around, there’s no more room.” 

Duke turns to slide the door to the cabin shut, shutting the guards out right behind the door. He sits down in the space before looking up at me with dark eyes. He sets the bag on the ground between his legs and pats his lap. “Looks like enough room to me, Y/N,” he declares, shrugging like it’s no big deal. He used my government name, which means ‘sit the fuck down.’ 

I turn to bunch up the robe in the back and grab my wand out of my pocket. As soon as I have it in my hands, Duke grabs my waist, pulling me forcefully down into his lap. He peppers kisses on my neck and it's definitely not helping with the intensity of haze in my brain.

duke

Y/N’s screams on the drop of the roller coaster put me on edge. 

“Again, Dukey!” I turn to her and see that she's currently having the best adrenaline rush of her life. 

She’s now five wizard brews in, and this is the third time we’ve been on The Incredible Hulk Coaster. She kicks and swings her legs, grinning at me, waiting for the ride to come to a stop. I look at my watch, seeing it’s well past 8:30. Earlier, she said that she wanted to watch the light show on Hogwarts Castle in Hogsmeade, so that means we should start heading over there now. 

“Baby, you don’t wanna go back to Hogsmeade and watch the light show?” I all but beg, hoping this will get her, and me, off of this bitch ass rollercoaster. 

My girlfriend continues squirming in her seat until the ride stops. “Ooo, Ooo. Yeah, let’s go back,” she exclaims as the attendant lets us out. 

I get out first, turn to her, and lift her out of the safety seat. I set her down on the platform and grab her hand. The security guards keep some distance between us as we walk in silence for a little while, swinging our arms in between us. She spent the day experiencing everything this park had to offer. She’s had an endless amount of food, which I’m proud of her for. I’ve never seen her eat this much, and that eases my anxiety to know that she has a strong appetite.

She suddenly starts dragging her feet, walking slower than before. “I don’t wanna leave. And I’m tired, Dukey.” Her voice is so quiet that I barely hear her.

I stop walking, turning to stand in front of her. “You want a piggyback ride?” 

She yawns, nodding. 

Turning around to squat, she climbs onto my back. Once she’s secured, I continue the walk across the park to Hogsmeade. Her body goes somewhat limp, her head resting on my shoulder, and I know she's about to knock out. So, I walk into one of the shops and begin grabbing the souvenirs I know she wants. 

When I get up to the counter, I shift and pull my wallet out of my front pocket. “Is she sleeping?” I ask the guard at the register, just to be sure. Y/N is so quiet and her breathing is so steady, so I assume she is, but I don’t turn back to look.

The cashier accepts the cash I give him, typing the amount into the register. “Yeah, she’s knocked out,” He chuckles, looking back and forth between her and me.

The cashier hands the guard a plastic bag with the receipt in it. “Sometimes she acts like the fucking energizer bunny in human form. But the energy eventually runs out,” I remark, tucking my wallet back into the front of my jeans. 

“I feel you,” he snickers in response before we turn around to walk back out onto the cobblestone. 

When I get in front of the castle with a good view, I tap my girl’s thigh. She stirs before burying her head further into my neck, groaning. 

“Wake up, baby. It’s time to watch the light show,” I say melodically, trying to coax her out of her sleep.

She jerks on my back, tugging on my robe, signaling that she wants to be let down. “Thank you, Dukey,” she murmurs while sliding down my back. 

Y/N comes around to stand in front of me, standing on her tiptoes to kiss me. Then, she turns back around and leans back with her head on my chest, turning her attention to the show. Her eyes are wide as she watches the lights dance on the castle, amazed. She's watching the lights, but my eyes are completely on her, drinking in her beauty. 

When it's over, she turns back around and stands on her tiptoes to lace her hands behind my neck. "Dontavius Tony Dennis. Thank you for the perfect day." She kisses me sweet and deep, and I can taste the butterbeer on her tongue.

Anything for you, Y/N. Anything.

[v3nusxsky]

Can you write Morticia x Larissa x Reader where reader (0-3) (also a shapeshifter like Larissa and shifts when she regresses) is their wife/little and when reader regresses they take her to a pumpkin patch and come home and carve the pumpkin and just loads of fluff and cuteness, please?

Pumpkins day out

*authors note~ AND IM BACKKKKKK! hey y’all okay so this is small intro to being back activly posting now I feel my life is in somewhat order and let me tell you I’ve missed you guys sm. I’ve read every comment ask and dm of kind words and I’m so grateful for y’all being so patient with me! Let’s get it started, imma tweak this one ever so slightly but I just wanna say I love when you guys tell me what you want me to write next as it helps keep me focused and insuring you guys are getting content you want :)*

Trigger warnings~ Agere? Little fem shapeshifter r, mommy morticia, momma Larissa (everything that occurs has been spoken about when r is in her age appropriate head space)

Prompt~see ask^^^^^

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Distressed muffled whimpers carried themselves into the principals office alongside the pitter patter of tiny feet indicating your presence was imminent. The two occupants being your wives or rather care givers in this head space. It’s not uncommon for the two elder women to wake before you especially after your late night antics that resulted in you slipping off to sleep in sub space. It was almost routine for you to wake up in little space. Being a shifter allowed your body to lean into your headspace meaning they were almost always greeted by a darling little girl ranging from infant to toddler ages.

Like clockwork your little body came barrelling in through the mahogany doorway and straight into your mommy’s awaiting arms. Her long flowy onyx dress providing the perfect sensory input to help calm your little state. Her words dripping in smooth silk as she stood to full height swaying you gently in her arms as Larissa watched on with an adoring smile. Her two loves looking ever so naturally them always brought her a sense of peace she could never recreate no matter how much she tried.

The fall always created a beautiful almost picturesque landscape of the Nevermore grounds at this time of year. The chill of autumn air being a welcomed change from the blazing heat as Augusts final goodbye. Students of Nevermore spending their time acclimatising to dorm life, new schedules and a whole new academic year. Far too busy to notice what wholesome activities were occurring in the office.

“Momma” you sniffed effortlessly breaking the blonde out of her own thoughts. “Yes little pumpkin” she whispered before attacking your cheeks with sweet kisses. Your infectious giggles causing Tish to let a small smile grace her lips as she found the desired outfit for the day. “Mommy momma me go gets jack-o’-lantern from patch” your excitement practically vibrating from your small frame. “Oh is that so little love? It can’t be that time already can it?” She pretended to ponder, searching her very organised calendar for your initials scrawled in a beautiful heart shape.

“Mommy” you whimpered as Larissa still continued to not see what was so clearly labelled causing the raven haired woman to tut in response, “don’t tease my sweet girl Larissa darling” before easily scooping you up and giving the order to get ready for your yearly traditions. “Momma was teasing baby, we are going to find our pumpkins don’t you worry little pumpkin” Tish reassured before loudly whispering about visiting the weathervane without the blonde if she wanted to tease you.

Unsurprisingly, the whole drive you sleepily clung to morticia as Larissa drove you all to the best pumpkin patch around Jericho. Only when the car stopped did your excitement hit you once again full force. All the pretty colours and leaves being scattered all over the ground, all calling out for you to come and jump around in. “Mommy” you whined as you attempted to wriggle out of the seatbelt by yourself with no success. “Momma” you pouted causing Larissa to chuckle and help get you out of the car where you happily held both their hands. Little giggles filled the air as you crunched the leaves under your little boots, eyes gleaming with pure joy. Both women lost count of how many times you’d run, jump and kick the crunchy fall leaves. Each time a squeal of pure joy and excitement left your little body. It almost broke their hearts to have to refocus your adorable self on the task at hand.

Naturally you had managed to burn yourself out of energy after all the running, jumping, kicking and arguing about which pumpkin you all needed to get. The task of selecting the biggest pumpkin the patch had to offer had taken over two hours with more playful arguments and moments where you’d ran after a falling leaf insisting on catching it for Larissa and Mortica . Now you ended up snuggled into Morticia’s chest being carried to the car with tiny fists rubbing at your eyes as larissa hauled your chosen one to the car. By now the chilled air had Larissa wanting to frequent her favourite place besides Jericho. All the way to the weathervane you snoozed and the two women bantered back and forth about how wrong they were years ago. Larissa had never managed to lose the nickname of stately sequoia tree, morticia remaining the lumberjack and you their precious pumpkin. Hot chocolates secured the women had some how managed to succeed in moving you and the pumpkin into Larissa’s office before arranging the supplies you’d need when you awoke.

Your obsession recently had been black cats so it was easy for the women to find a cute yet Halloween appropriate stencil for you to use. Together they helped you carve and gut the pumpkin while laughing and loving on you. Your little heart filled with a type of joy that you never had as a child. The atmosphere and love was not something you’d had the pleasure to experience until them either. “Fanks best day ever momma mommy I wuvs you” you mumbled as all three of you admired the work of art.

[sharklovingaquarist]

It's kinda crazy to me how many people hate their mom, especially since fathers suck so much. Like, I don't think there's many cases where a father has done more than a mother even if she's not #1 mommy robot to everyone (and is obviously a valuable woman because of it!) Yet all you hear is "my ex-mother." It always has a poorly hidden scent of gender bias in it. The emphasis on mother, not the parent aspect of it. A lot of times, it seems the word "mother" is used as an insult by people against their moms, judging by the tone they use it in. Another trend I see with the "mommy issue" crowd is blaming their mothers for their fathers abuse. The constant "she allowed him to hurt me" as if women aren't often being hurt, too. Especially with step fathers. You all focus more on the mother than the stepfather, but change it to father and stepmother, and it's still on the women. And don't get me started on emotional labor. "I was emotionally neglected" and they only blame their mother.... girl.... you do realize your father should've been providing half of that labor right? And that's exactly why they get more angry at their mom. What men lack is pinned on women.

The mommy issues crowd also love to downplay people who have issues with their father. "Well, it's just not as serious. Mommy issues change your brain chemistry 😔🥀⚰️🖤"... like, is this a "✨️trauma✨️" off to millennials and chronically online gen z queers? It just tells me everything I need to know about average parental relationships and gender roles within them. Children hurt moms, and moms hurt children, but the father who throws the kindling into the fire sits back and enjoys the show. The father is the one who hasnt lifted a single FINGER in his life, or when he has its hurt even MORE than the petty things the mother has done.

I used to be in this position. You're told that your mom is the primary parent, so everything falls on her. But I think it takes a certain maturity and self-awareness. When you get to that in between age where you are approaching being thrown into the hellscape of modern heterosexuality, you start to humanize your mother again. Start to see the trap and how she fell into it. Start to see how no human can survive it without cracking at least a bit. It gets dark. You see how you fueled a situation that could very possibly resemble your future life. You see how you saw your mother as a robot. We are taught that she's supposed to be robotic. So when the mommy persona cannot be held up... shes defective. You see how your father was just an audience member. And some women don't wake up like that. The start of internalized misogyny, within all women, is with your mother. Frankly, I'm impressed women don't murder families more than men due to the dynamic, but lord, when they do, you don't hear the end of it. It all reminds me of why I'll never allow myself to be a mother. Youre either a good girl who gets pat on the head or an evil bitch who will rot in hell.

Last time I said something like this I was called a child abuser apologist so 🤷‍♀️ ig I'll embrace it. I dont think there's no such thing as an abusive mom, but that shit is so rare compared to dad's. But yall are absolute silence on that end.

And to add on, it's the attitude with how gender changes a parents role. People see mothers as someone who services, while fathers are someone to be proud of. Mommy loves me and daddy is cool and proud. Women are not cherished within the dynamic, we are just taken from. So, Imma be real, when I hear someone talk about how they cut their mother off because of this new wave of "parents (and by that we mean moms) have to be perfect and you have every right to cut them off!" I automatically assume it's some petty shit. Yall see moms as hivemind maids. Any little screw up means she's not your servant. Meanwhile ur dad could slam you into a wall and he's dad of the year haha you know how dad's are. MOMMY YOU HAVE TO BE MY EMOTIONLESS ROBOT WHILST ALSO PUTTING ON THE MOST RIDICULOUS EMOTIONAL PERSONA IN THE WORLD YOU REVOLVE MEEEEEEE 🥺

[archangeldyke-all]

idk why but i feel like sev has a mommy kink in the sense of like...calling her sub mommy. i just imagine reader like comes home from a stressful day at work and sev is just doting and rubbing on them like "lemme take care of you, mommy, i got you..."

and then later when she's balls deep in you with her strap and she's got that FUCKING VOICE in your ear like "yeah? feels good? talk to me, mommy, tell me more about your day so i can make it better" ahshajshjamsnmnasbhnnggggg im foaming at the mouth and biting at the bars of my enclosure rn~

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do you have an IQ of a million maybe? becaue i think you mihgt. holy shit. holy shit. holy shit. you've unlocked something in me and i'll never be the same...

men and minors dni

it starts as a joke! or at least, that's what you think.

a few months into your relationship, sevika starts teasingly calling you 'mommy.'

it starts casually.

she'll show up at your door to pick you up for a date and whistle as she takes in your outfit. "damn, mommy, you look good enough to eat." she'll say. you just roll your eyes and kiss her hello.

or sometimes when she's annoying you and you're pouting at her, fishing for an apology, she'll grin at you and swoop in to kiss you. "'m sorry, mommy." she whispers against your lips. "you're just so cute when you're angry."

the first time it slips out in the bedroom, sevika's got you face down, ass up, pounding into you with loud, sticky, wet, smacks, as you moan into the mattress beneath you.

"'y take me so fuckin' well, honey, you're fucking dripping. shit, mommy, 's it feel good?" she grunts.

there's a moment of awkward silence where sevika's thrusts stutter as her mind catches up to her mouth and your breath leaves your lungs, but then you whine so sweetly and so prettily that sevika mentally puts 'mommy' at the top of her pet name list, right underneath 'baby' and 'honey.'

you know you're in for the dicking of your life when sevika starts sweetly calling you mommy.

she usually reserves it for when you need some extra loving, when she's trying to take care of you.

if you wake up with a stuffy nose and sore throat, sevika's cooing at you as she hand feeds you soup.

"lemme take care of you, mommy." she whispers. "all you gotta do is lay there and look pretty, i'll take care of everything else." she says as she puts the bowl down on the night stand and starts kissing down your body. "i heard orgasms help clear the sinuses, or something." she mumbles as she helps you out of your jammies.

she'll fuck you until you pass out, and when you wake up, she'll feed you more soup and tea and medicine, before fucking you back to sleep again.

or if you're having a rough week at work, sevika will draw you a bath and let you relax while she pours you a big glass of wine. she sits on the toilet and watches you soak, listening to you bitch about your boss.

"'m sorry." you grunt out at one point. "i'm being a spiteful bitch."

sevika chuckles and presses a kiss to your head.

"you're a saint. i'd have killed him by now if he was my boss. plus, i like seeing you all worked up and angry, mommy. kinda gets me goin'." she says with a cheeky smile.

an hour later, she's got you in a mating press, shoving her tongue down her throat when she's not busy talking to you.

"there you go, mommy, imma fuck all the stress outta you. you're so fuckin' perfect. so good." she grunts.

you whimper underneath her.

"yeah? 's feel good?" she asks with a grin. you gasp and nod, your nails scratching your nails down her back as you start to spasm beneath her. she leans down to peck your lips before speaking in your ear, her raspy, sexy voice practically a growl as she speaks, "cum on this cock, mommy. 's all yours."

you do.

(and then you do again, when she flips you over to fuck you doggy, and then one more time when she cleans up her mess with her mouth.)

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[iseebeautyinwords]

dating the ri’s | shuri udaku, riri williams , shuriri

summery : just some shuriri hc’s!

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shuri udaku : ☆

you guys are dating before you even know it

she loves parading you around as her girl

matches with you subtly, like with nails, outfit colors stuff like that

i alr said this but imma say it again SHE BITES

like for no good reason shell wake you up by biting your nose. you kissing and all of the sudden shes biting your lip.

she thinks she’s sooo funny when she annoys you

loves spoiling you and loves being spoiled too

def uses pet names like “my girl” “mama” “pretty girl” “princess”

if she’s on the phone or doing anything she’ll be like “nope im busy, im gonna hang out with my wife”

she has a separate calendar for any special dates you two have

speaking of dates SHE LOVESS stay at home dates where you guys can just enjoy each other

loves being called “panther” “pretty”

she knows shes in trouble when you call her by her last name so everytime you do

“Udaku.” shuri immediately stopped whatever it was she was doing. you only called her by her last name when she was in trouble. she turned around to see you standing at the door of your shared bedroom. you where holding an empty chocolate wrapper and shuri knew she was doomed. “care to explain why this was in your drawer” she knew it was your chocolate, and you did not play with your chocolate. “baby- i can explain. it was griot!” immediately the AI came to its own defence. “panther i can not consume solids, and if i could i would be lactose intolerant” you looked back at her with a look of disbelief “blaming poor griot, do you have no shame udaku? put your shoes on you’re going to get me some more.” she didn’t bother to argue that it was almost midnight”

“happy wife, happy life i guess”

riri williams : ☆ ☆

riri did not waste a second to make you hers

like she was ON IT, “you feelin me right? ight so we locked in”

shes a huge sneaker head to ofcourse she put you on game

loves being pampered even though she tries to put a tough front abt it

riri will let you pick her outfits so you guys can match

lets you do her lashes and play in her hair

This girl is tenderheaded as FUCKK so everytime you do anything she starts wailing like you stabbed her.

calls you “ma” “mami” “pookie” and has you saved on her phone as “baby mama #2” just to piss you off ( theres not even a baby mama #1 )

she got you guys a build a bear toy and acts like its your child, buying fits for it and shoes

“you neglected our CHILD y/n,” “Im sorry i put him in jordans when we are wearing dunks today”

loves when you call her princess, because she deserves TOP princess treatment

made a shirt that says “i <3 my girl” and wears it ALL THE TIME.

“riri williams, get that shirt off your body and put on something proper.” you two where getting ready to go out on a cute little arcade date, and since only one of you is sane and normal, riri took it to herself to wear one of her goofy “i heart bae” shirts with your face plastered on the front. “This is proper ma, i cant show you off?” she draped her arms around your waist. “you wore it last time, niggas are gonna think i’m holding you captive.” she chuckled and gave you a quick peck. “Let them think that then, im happy with my fit. I’ll see you in the car!” she quickly ran out laughing before you could respond. “This girl is gonna be the death of me.”

shuriri : ☆ ☆ ☆

getting these two together is something you often wonder “why do i do this to myselfl

they are just plain EVIL

they love to prank you and tease you everywhere you go

theres not a single dull moment

when shuri’s stealing your food riri is distracting you

and they betray each other too, riri kissing shuri while you grab her phone to spam pictures, or shuri randomly calling riri a pet name while you too are in a heated debate about your shared child so you can run away with the infant in question

they are honestly the cutest, they love spoiling you and pampering you, and you love pampering them alike

they love to cuddle and have you play with their hair

shuri makes fun of riri’s tenderhead

shuri teaches you both xhosa and you guys love it

shuri picks up on you and riri’s lingo sooo quick its too cute

sometimes you catch them staring at you just admiring you

you guys defend griot everytime shuri gets a smart mouth with the AI

you guys are always matching, sometimes on accident

“you guys wanna be like me so bad” you look up from your shoe laces and notice that both you and shuri where matching with riri, all three of you have a soft pink hoodie and black pants on with white forces. “bitch, you wanna be like US, the blueprint.” you retorted as you stood up walking over to your jewelry cabinet to put on some hoops. “You both are insane, you copied me” “actually panther you kn-“ “griot shut up.” shuri scolded the AI and both you and riri glared at her. “You do not talk to griot like that Udaku,” “Yea nigga, griot my son, you watch yo mouth talking to him”

[woso-lover234]

Matildas x platonic reader- sleep

"No caity I don't wanna sleepppp" you groaned as Caitlin all but dragged you back to you guys' shared room at the tillies camp

"too bad you woke up early this morning we had long training and we have early training tomorrow you need to go to bed now" she said as you pouted knowing she was right but you didn't wanna miss out on the fun

"But everyone is gonna have fun without me" you said sadly which made Caitlin feel bad for you. She knew in the under 16's camp you came from to join the senior team everyone always left you out because you were too outgoing for them to handle but that's how everyone here loved you.

"I promise they're not" she said rubbing her thumb over your hand "cmon we'll quickly stop past and see them all, they're in the main room" she said changing direction to head to the new destination.

"Ayeeee it's our baby" macca called as soon as you and caity entered the chill room where the whole team was sat

"M not a baby" everyone heard you grumbled while you attempted to glare at her but it didn't give that effect and everyone tried not to laugh at you knowing that you were tired and your emotions would be all over the place right now.

"Course your not" Caitlin said rubbing your hand again "what are you guys gonna do tonight?" she asked the group of girls who all shrugged

"Probably nothing, why?" Steph asked from the couch where she was on her phone though she looked up when asking her question.

"Coz this one" she looked down at you "needs to go to bed but she didn't wanna miss out on the "fun" you guys would have" she said adding bunny ears around fun knowing the rest of the group would probably do nothing of the sort.

"Your the life of the party little one nothing fun is gonna happen while your gone" Sam assured coming over to you and ruffling your hair with a huge grin on her face.

"Hey we're fun!" Macca exclaimed while everyone looked at them with 'really?' looks on their faces.

“Sort of” macca said quieter and everyone nodded.

“Can we come?” Kyra and Charli asked now looking to Caitlin in hopes of joining the pair for a sleepover.

“Ask mini” Caitlin replied sort of hoping the two excitable tillies wouldn’t be allowed to come but was let down when mini caved once she had been given puppy dog eyes and promises of going to bed at the same time as you.

“Kay then cmon children we’re going to bed” Caitlin said ushering the other two girls in front of the two of you and up to your room.

“get changed then it’s time for bed” she said as soon as the four of you made it back to your room and all of you nodded while you went to the bathroom to get changed first.

“early night tonight girls and please don’t wake her up earlier then needed in the morning” Caitlin said to Charli and Kyra desperately who nodded in understanding

“Of course not we’re here to help” Charli said and Kyra nodded eagerly

“yeah when she sees we’re going to bed she’ll go to bed too!” Kyra explained the plan that the both of them had come up with

“Ok thanks girls” Caitlin said as you came out the bathroom and Charli went in to get changed

once everyone had changed and were laying in bed, you with Caitlin in her bed and Charli and Kyra together in yours you were chatting for a little while before Charli spoke up

“I’m tired imma head to bed now goodnight guys” she said while fake yawning which Kyra gave her a thumbs up to

“same” Kyra said as there was a ruffle of blankets indicating she was finding a more comfortable sleeping position

“I know what you guys are doing” you mumbled fighting to keep your eyes open as the others sighed “but I’m tired. but don’t think this means you won!” you insisted which made the other three laugh

“just go to sleep” Caitlin said running her fingers through your hair as you snuggled further into her “night everyone” You said as it got repeated “i love you guys” you mumbled drifting off to sleep now as the two in the other bed cooed at you while Caitlin just shushed them and kissed your head

“we love you too now go to sleep” she said as you fully slipped off to slee

[murfpersonalblog]

Fire & Sunlight: AMC vs Books on Vampire Powers

"if lestat's blood and louis' blood are the same, and lestat drank from akasha before meeting louis, and therefore cannot be burned, why louis can? because he was willing in that scene in the seventies? or just because blood does not transfer that way?"

I just saw this great question posted by @notfeelingthyaster, and I've been wanting to rant about this for awhile, cuz AMC is very inconsistent with Anne RIce lore wrt vampire powers.

This line is valid...kinda, cuz fear IS the mind-killer, and vampires who give up on life & stop fighting DO have a tendency to just wither away and expire. But Imma still call him out: As of S2, Lestat can 100% be burned--he was bragging/showing off/exaggerating/calling Loumand's bluff.

Magnus was old AF, and had powerful blood in him--his bloodline is descended from Rhoshamandes (the Big Bad of the final Prince Lestat trilogy), one of the First Brood made directly by Akasha. But Magnus himself never drank from Akasha, so he's not sun/fireproof, and having his blood is nothing to brag about. Lestat is strong for his age cuz Magnus was old/strong--Les got the preorder bonus--but that's about it.

What determines vampires being sun/fireproof is HOW MUCH of Akasha's blood they have in them.

And even then, the First Brood can still burn up because of the sun, as we see in the books during the Great Burnings, when TWMBK was left out in the sun. SHE got a tan, but every vampire on the planet went up in flames. Only the strongest/oldest survived, but they were still EFFED UP for centuries. Which is why Marius was created--to get TWMBK to safety.

Marius drank occasionally from Akasha, the most out of anyone for 2000 years. And even HE burned when the Children of Satan/Darkness jumped him & kidnapped Armand.

Marius was effed up for decades/centuries, even with the blood Akasha let him drink to quicken his healing. Fire is no joke for vampires (which is why the Fire Gift is like hax mode).

Lestat drank Akasha's blood ONCE before he met Louis (& Enkil nearly killed him for it). That gave him a significant boost in powers, way too much for a fledgling not even 100 years old. But he wasn't sun/fireproof yet--which is why Pyromaniac du Lac was able to do what he does best and set Lestat on fire in the book/movie:

Even on the show, where Lestat is 100 years older/stronger, he's STILL not sun/fireproof, as we see in 1x2:

Unless AMC's changed the rules & this is part of Lestat's ACT/ruse, deliberately hiding his REAL powers from Louis 👀 👀):

Cuz that whole scene in 1x2 with Louis even walking OUTSIDE should NOT be a thing for AR vamps, who can't be out in daytime PERIOD. (Only OOOOLD AF vamps like TWMBK, the Twins Mekare & Maharet, Khayman, Nebamun, etc. can get tans.) But for AMC, they just apparently can't be in DIRECT sunlight. So AMC's vamps are ALL daywalkers, technically.

But whatever--back to Lestat: IF the rules haven't changed, and Lestat was being HONEST in 1x2, hiding from the sun under his cloak, then no, he's not sun/fireproof yet in S1/S2.

What he says in the S3 promo/teaser is BS; "but then again, they might not." (No, they TOTALLY WILL, boy, stop, lol. XD )

He's showing off, and still calling vampires' bluff; cuz he's going on tour to distract everyone from killing Mr. I Own the Night Louis. Les wants vampires to be afraid of him, and THINK he's unkillable/unstoppable, and that not even the sun/fire can get rid of him. But that's just not true--YET. Les's an unreliable narrator par excellence.

BEFORE the tour, he CAN be set on fire. Les doesn't become truly sun/fireproof until Qotd, AFTER Akasha wakes up & stops his tour & they become lovers/partners-in-crime, & he feeds on her regularly.

In TotBT, he realizes just how much more powerful he is, when he tries to commit suicide but just gets a (painful) tan.

So what about Louis (& Claudia)?

Louis & Claudia are stronger than they should be for their ages (so is Lestat), because Les drank Akasha's blood ONCE before he met them.

But Lou's weak cuz he starves himself & doesn't sustain his powers; and Claudia's weak cuz she's "built like a bird" in a too-small body with too-little blood to even make her own fledglings.

AMC!Louis's been given a significant boost in power with the Fire Gift, which he should NOT have yet, but AMC!Les is 100+ years older, and apparently he's already gone to ground (his dates during the Trial are obvs a LIE--he didn't sleep for all 100+ years, cuz he met Marius & AKASHA, but he doesn't want the coven to know about TWMBK--again: Les is an unreliable narrator, too). In the books, going to ground in a torpor also gives vamps power upgrades when they wake up., which would explain why Les, Lou & Claud are stronger than their book counterparts.

But beyond the Fire Gift, Louis isn't sun/fireproof, cuz HE didn't drink from Akasha, and he's just way too young, and way too underfed.

Likewise, Armand being fire/sunproof ticks me off to no end cuz it effs up his character plot in MtD/TVA; so I have no idea wtf AMC's doing with him, cuz he never even knew Akasha EXISTED.

514 years is nowhere NEAR old enough for a vampire to be ok walking in the sun--Marius was 2000 years old and still burned.

TL;DR: It's a numbers game; but the math ain't mathin, AMC. Vamps being fire/sunproof isn't not about AGE, it's about ACCESS--to AKASHA.

[auraworkshop]

Hi aura! I thought its nice to share it here about my experience in your lucid dream sub that you recently released. Okay so the day you posted it on yt, like no more than an hour I decided that Imma put it in my void playlist and listen to while going to sleep.

THIS IS THE CRAZY PART FOR ME AND IM NOT EVEN KIDDING.

I HAD THREE FREAKING LUCID DREAMS STRAIGHT THAT NIGHT.

first is that I woke up because the dream is somewhat terrifying to me. And I am actually aware that I am dreaming but I can't do anything in my dream. Or atleast I don't know how yet. But what I did is I forced myself to be awake and that's what happened.

Afterwards I went to sleep again, and this time the second dream is a lot pleasant than first but still I couldn't control it. (Lol I decided to learn how to lucid dream and be in control after this wild experience) and then when I just told myself that I want to be awake, I naturally woke up. And mind you, I am aware that I am dreaming. I just don't know how to take control yet.

Then the third one, I and I think the closest thing to me to void. Here's what happened. I am aware in that dream that somehow, I am in a different world, like the world that I used to imagine before (i am a big lover of astronomy) so I imagine myself being able to visit different planets whilst having all my desires from void list. Like actually materialised. And it felt really really real to me but instead, I said to myself that I want them(the things in my list) to be seen first thing when I open my eyes and I decided to visit void. But before I could even do that, I heard a voice. A freaking clear voice that WOKE ME UP IN INSTANT. like shit that freaking surprised me.

On side note: I always have this assumption that people can wake me up by just calling my name once so that's what always happens to me coz my parents are sometimes getting sick at night and then they just kinda calls my name so I always wake up by just calling my name once.

So I assumed that my mom(whose sleeping beside me) called for me so I tried to check but she's dead asleep for atleast a while and honestly that woke me up. Like what the hell happened. Just as clear ss day, I heard somebody called my name and that woke me up.

Then I read somewhere here that they are so close to void when they heard a clear voice calling their name and that scared them so I'm assuming that's whay happened to me.

Any ideas about my last experience about? I'm not sure even if that's me getting so close to void but I just thought that I wanna share my experience to others as well and ask for your insight too.

OMG THANKS. 🥹

SUBLIMINAL SUCCESS STORY ♡

Honey, that was such a wonderful experience!

Yes, there is a good chance you were close to the void state. This is also evident from having lucid dreams back to back, which is rare for people to get multiple times at one night. The voice you heard calling you is just a manifestation of your fear of a higher entity waking you. You thought of something fearful and scary so that is what your subconscious manifested. But this is nothing to be scared of and I assure you if you don't attach your fear to that voice, your experience will be a lot smoother ! 🤍

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

I expanded on this. Sorry, it's longer than I thought it would be.

Vecna's first clue that he had the wrong man was when he went to awaken Eddie Munson as a newly born vampire.

"Get up," Vecna commanded.

Eddie groaned, rolled over on his stomach with his face down in the dirt and his ass up in the air.

"Five more minutes, Uncle Wayne," Eddie whined.

"Get up!" Vecna growled.

"Why? There's no school today," Eddie yawned, his eyes closed. "I am sleeping in today. I am in no mood to receive anyone, dearest Uncle. Please, take my messages."

"Wake up, you fool!" Vecna roared and kicked him in the stomach.

Vecna's powers were weak as he was healing, or otherwise, he would be using them on this idiot.

"I'm awake!" Eddie exclaimed, his eyes opening as he flopped onto his back. "Lord Vecna, I pressume?"

"What?"

"Oh. That's what we've been calling you. It's from my game," Eddie said. "Vecna is a dark wizard with great powers."

"It's. . .acceptable," Vecna said.

Vecna's second clue was when he was going over his plan for Hawkins. He stopped talking when he noticed that Eddie was scribbling furiously in a notebook.

"Are you taking notes?" Vecna asked.

"What?!" Eddie asked. "Oh. No, absolutely not."

"What, pray tell then, are you doing?" Vecna asked, gritting his teeth.

He looked at the pages. Scribbled all over them was the name Steve Harrington, Mr. Eddie Harrington, Mr. Steve Munson, and a list of first names. He pointed to the list.

"What are those?"

"Name ideas for the child that I imagine having with Steve," Eddie said with a sigh.

"Alice?"

"Yeah, that's my favorite. What do you think?" Eddie asked.

"It's a terrible name," Vecna said.

"Okay, rude. You're just jealous that I don't want to have a child with you," Eddie said.

"You're testing my patience," Vecna growled.

"Oh, yeah? What else can you do to me? I'm already dead," he said.

"Just pay attention!" He snapped.

"If I didn't pay attention in school, what makes you think that I'm going to pay attention to you?" Eddie asked.

If Vecna still had hair, he would have pulled it all out.

"Gah!"

The third and final clue was when he brought Eddie to Steve Harrington's house. What else could he do to him? Oh, he'll show him.

"I want you to prove your loyalty to me," Vecna said.

"Okaay. . .I'm not sure how fucking Steve would prove my loyalty to you but I would prefer it if I woke him up and got his consent first," Eddie said, giving a side eyed look. "What kind of monster are you?"

"What?! No, I don't want you to - " Vecna said.

"Look, man, I don't know what you're into but I am not into that," Eddie scowled.

"I want you to kill him!" Vecna snapped.

"What?!"

"Kill him," Vecna said again.

They stood in Steve's room, Eddie gazing affectionately at Steve's sleeping form.

"Aww, but Henry, he looks too cute to kill," Eddie said. "Look at him, I think he's fighting in his sleep."

"Imma kill you," Steve mumbled, kicking out a leg.

"Aww."

"Kill him."

"I shan't!" Eddie said. "To slay a sleeping prince with a greater beauty than all of the stars in the universe would be most uncouth of me."

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Vecna swore and Eddie gasped. "Fine, I'll do it."

"Oh, Henry, you really shouldn't have said that," Eddie grinned menacingly at him.

"Oh, fuck," Vecna cursed.

Eddie grabbed his face, flashed his fangs, and bit into his neck. Vecna tried to fight him off, but Eddie was suddenly stronger than him, and he couldn't make a sound as the vampire ripped through his vocal cords. Eddie kept going until he stopped moving all together, and then suddenly, his teeth met air as Vecna's body dropped to the floor. He was still holding Vecna's head.

Steve woke up to the sound of a loud thump. He blinked several times. Standing there, alive and well, was Eddie Munson. Dark blood coated his chin and his shirt as he held Vecna's dismembered head in his hands.

"I brought you a present," Eddie said.

"Oh my god!" Steve said, jumping out of the bed and grabbing the nail bat from underneath it.

Eddie dropped the head.

"He wanted me to kill you, Steve, but I couldn't, so I had to, I had to kill him," Eddie whimpered.

Steve dropped the bat and rushed forward to wrap Eddie into a tight hug. They didn't let go of each other for a long time until Steve finally pulled back.

"Let's get you cleaned up," Steve said and grabbed some clothes from his drawers.

Eddie let him clean his face, a fond smile growing at Steve's determined face. The smile dropped.

"I'm sorry," Eddie said.

"Dude, are you apologizing for killing Vecna?" Steve asked. "Because I should be getting on my knees and thanking you."

"Really?!" Eddie asked eagerly.

Steve blushed and began stuttering. Eddie could hear his heart beating faster in his chest. He smirked.

"What are you sorry for, Munson?" Steve asked with a sigh.

"For not sticking to the plan," Eddie said.

"I'm not mad about that, I knew you were going to do something like that. What I am mad about is that Dustin watched you die in his arms. I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at that piece of shit lying dead in my room who caused that to happen! What I'm mad at is that you died, and I almost lost -," Steve cut himself off.

"What?" Eddie asked softly.

"You. I nearly lost my chance with you," Steve said, ducking his head.

Eddie grasped his chin and tilted it back up to meet Steve’s eyes.

"He couldn't control me, Stevie. It was because of you. Everything about me is heightened now, including my feelings for you," Eddie replied and cupped his cheek.

Steve sighed and leaned into his hand. Eddie moved to kiss him when Steve reeled his head back.

"No fucking way," Steve said.

"What's wrong?" Eddie asked.

"I am NOT kissing you when there are chunks of Vecna in your teeth," he said.

"What? You don't want to kiss this?" Eddie grinned. "Come on! This is sexy!"

Steve ducked and weaved as Eddie tried to kiss him. He pushed Eddie and laughed. Steve dug in the cabinets and tossed him a new toothbrush. Eddie rolled his eyes and brushed his teeth. He slid his fangs out and made sure to carefully brush those too. He made a dramatic point of using mouthwash and tossed it back like it was a shot, gurgling it in his mouth. He spun Steve into his arms, dipped him, and kissed him. Eddie broke the kiss and pulled him back up.

"Wanna join me for a shower, big boy?" Eddie asked.

"Sure," Steve giggled.

"No hanky panky," Eddie said. "Strictly body and hair washing."

"I'll behave if you'll behave," Steve grinned, and Eddie laughed.

All of a sudden, the house started to shake, and Eddie stumbled into Steve’s arms.

"What the hell was that?"

"That was the gate officially closing," Eddie said. "I felt it."

"Are you going to be okay?" Steve asked and tucked a hair behind his ear. "Hey! Your ears are all pointy."

"Oh, yeah," Eddie said. "You like them?"

"Yeah," Steve said and started laughing. "You're not a vampire. You're a fucking cat!"

"Mean," Eddie pouted. "I am a vampire."

Steve started scratching behind his ears and almost immediately Eddie started purring, actual purring.

"Are you sure?"

After their shower, Steve went downstairs and dialed the number for Hopper's cabin. He knew that if they weren't up before, they were now because of the earthquake. Eddie joined him, snuggling up against his back and hugging his waist, purring. Steve smiled.

"Hello?" Hopper greeted.

"Hey, Hop, it's Steve," he said.

"Hey, kid, everything okay over there?" He asked.

"Um, yeah. I probably shouldn't say this over the phone, but I'm not sure what to do with it," Steve said.

"Something needs to be taken care of?" He asked.

"Yeah."

"Yeah, I'm on my way," Hop said.

Steve wasn't too surprised when Hop showed up with his daughter and the Byers in tow. Argyle was also tagging along behind Jonathan. Hop pulled Steve into a hug and immediately began to check him over. Argyle made his way past Hop and hugged Steve.

"Steve with the good hair. It's good to see you again, man," Argyle said.

Hopper growled and pulled him back.

"You okay?" Hop asked.

"Yeah, I'm not sure how to explain this," Steve said. "It's better if I showed you."

He led them to the living room where Eddie was waiting for them.

"Munson?" Hop asked.

"Hey there, Chief, glad to see I'm not the only one who can rise from the grave," Eddie said. "I think our resurrection stories are a tad bit different."

"How?" He asked.

"Well, the bats ate me until I died, and then I became a vampire," Eddie said.

"What's that?" El asked.

"An undead creature who feeds on human blood," Will replied.

"He's harmless though," Steve said. "He only feeds on animals."

"And apparently dark wizards from another dimension," Eddie grinned.

"How do you know he's harmless?" Joyce asked, worried. "How do you know that we can trust him?"

"Well, for one, I scratch behind his ears, and he starts purring like a cat," Steve said, demonstrated it for them. "And another thing. . . He killed Vecna."

"What?!" everyone yelled.

"So, he really is dead," El said. "Will and I felt him die."

"Well, if you need more proof, his decapitated dead body is up in his bedroom," Eddie said cheerfully.

Hop went to head up and stopped El from trying to follow. Jonathan and Joyce had done the same with Will. Argyle followed Hop, and the older man growled at him.

"What? You can't stop me, man," Argyle grinned.

Hopper rolled his eyes, sighed, and went upstairs with Argyle following after him. A moment later, everyone downstairs heard Argyle yell.

"Ah, man, brutal!"

A moment later, they both came down looking a little pale. Argyle clapped a hand on Steve’s shoulder.

"There's blood everywhere, man. It's going to be a bitch to clean up," Argyle said and stepped away to move back towards Jonathan.

"So, what happened exactly?" Hopper asked.

"Well, when Henry so rudely woke me up, he immediately tried to turn me into his bitch to help him take over Hawkins and turn everyone into his little minions," Eddie said. "It wouldn't take."

"Why?" Joyce asked.

Steve and Eddie shared a look. They talked about it briefly before they got here. They knew the question would come up. Steve trusted them, and Eddie trusted Steve.

"Everything about me is heightened now as a vampire: my hearing, my strength, my mind, my morals, and most importantly. . .," Eddie said and took Steve’s hand. "My feelings, particularly towards Steve. He wanted me to kill Steve, but when I couldn't do it, he tried to do it himself. He was still weak from when they tried to kill him, which I think is how I managed to do it."

"You're together?" Will asked.

"As of, well, right before you guys got here," Steve said, blushing.

"Well, there's no reason not to trust him after that," Hopper sighed. "I'm glad something good came out of all of this bullshit."

"Yeah?" Steve asked.

Hopper pulled him into a hug and lightly tapped him on the shoulder with his fist.

"Stay here with your boy," Hopper said. "Jonathan, Argyle, and I are going to dispose of the body."

"Oh man, I am so going to throw up," Argyle said.

"Okay, there are some gloves, bandanas, and aprons in the kitchen," Steve said. "You sure you don't want me to help?"

"You've been through enough tonight," Hopper said. "Let us take care of the rest. That's what you called us for, right?"

Eddie pulled him back onto the couch next to him, putting an arm around him.

"Delegate, baby," Eddie said.

Will sat down next to them.

"Did you always know that you like guys?" He asked softly.

"Yeah," Steve and Eddie said.

Will smiled at them, digging at a piece of thread on his pants.

"Me too, just guys, that is. You dated Nancy before, so is it just guys for both of you or. . .I mean, if you don't mind me asking," Will said softly, eager to know that he wasn't alone.

"I like both," Steve and Eddie said together again.

They glared mockingly at each other. Just then, the phone rang. As Steve got up to answer it, Joyce and El were pulling Will into a tight hug. It had been Nancy on the phone, wondering what happened with the earthquake. When he told her the gate closed, she immediately volunteered to bring everyone else around. When he walked back in, Will was smiling and laughing with Eddie. Steve leaned against the doorway and gazed fondly at the sight. A while later, Jonathan came back in with the rest.

"Well, that took longer than it was supposed to," Jonathan said.

"Why?" Steve asked.

"Argyle threw up on the body," Jonathan said dryly and paused. "And a little bit on your bed."

"Well, he did say that was going to happen," Steve said.

"Better out than in, brochacos," Argyle said, patting his stomach.

Jonathan and Steve shared a look with each other before they started laughing. Suddenly, the front door burst open, and the rest came pouring in. Robin pushed past Steve and threw herself at his side.

"Are you okay?" Robin asked. "What happened?"

"I happened," Eddie spoke up.

Everyone gasped, and suddenly Dustin was pushing past them. His eyes were watery.

"Eddie?" Dustin asked and turned to Steve. "Is that -?"

"It's really Eddie," Steve confirmed.

Dustin started sobbing and threw himself into Eddie's arms. Eddie hugged him tightly, his own tears spilling on his cheeks.

"How?" Dustin choked.

"Vampire," Eddie said, flashing his fangs and wiggling his ears. "Yeah, I can do that. I killed Vecna."

"What the fuck? How?" Dustin asked.

"The power of love, little dude," Argyle said.

"The power of love?" Dustin asked.

"Uh, he tried to kill Steve, but I stopped him," Eddie said, blushing.

"You two are dating?" He asked.

"Yeah," Steve said, and Robin squealed beside him, grinning.

"That's so cool!" Dustin exclaimed and hugged him. "Hey, asshole! Get in here, I want to hug you too!"

Steve laughed and hugged them both. A moment later, Eddie started purring, and Dustin pulled back from the hug.

"Hey! I thought you said you were a vampire!" He yelled at him. "You're a goddamn cat!"

"I am not a goddamn cat! Why does everyone keep saying that?" Eddie whined.

They started arguing when the phone rang again, and Steve slipped away to answer it. A moment later, Steve came back, grinning from ear to ear, his eyes filled with happy tears.

"That was Max's mom," Steve announced. "Max is awake, and her eyesight is back!"

Everyone erupted into cheers and tears. Lucas grabbed Steve’s arm.

"Are you serious?" Lucas asked.

"Yeah!"

Lucas burst into tears, and Steve pulled him into a tight hug, letting him cry into his shoulder. Lucas pulled away to hug El, picking her up off the floor as they laughed gleefully. Hopper tapped him on the shoulder, his own eyes filled with tears. Apparently, there wasn't a dry eye in the house. If Max could see this now, she'd know exactly just how much she was loved.

"Hey, kid, you got anything to celebrate with in the house?" Hopper asked.

"Hell yes!" Steve laughed.

A FEW MONTHS LATER. . .

Everyone was settling in now. Max had healed up nicely and had moved out of the trailer park with her mother. Along with the Munsons, they were given a house as compensation. Eddie was cleared off all charges and was still happily dating Steve. The Munsons and Steve were currently over at the Hendersons for dinner. Steve and Wayne were helping in the kitchen. Dustin and Eddie were no longer allowed to help. Dustin was pouting in his room while Eddie sat on the couch with Mews in his lap. They were both purring.

"Don't look at me like that, Mews," Eddie scowled. "I'm not another cat. Stop it."

A moment later, Steve walked into the living room to find his boyfriend on all fours. His back arched as he and Mews circled each other.

"Eddie!"

"What?! Steve! She started it!" Eddie exclaimed.

"And I'm finishing it," Steve said. "Dinner is done. Don't forget to wash your hands."

Steve started walking back to the kitchen, and Mews gave Eddie a look.

"What? I don't have to listen to him all of the time," Eddie said.

"Eddie!"

"Coming, dear!" Eddie exclaimed and turned to him, pointing his finger at her. "This isn't over."

Mews reached over and licked his finger. She turned around and flicked her tail at him. Eddie hissed at her retreating form.