#like he’s so smart if he thought about it he��d realize immediately but like man is too busy thinking about law for that sorry

[mystinkylefttoe26]

Tutor Session-König

cw: kinda sub!könig, virgin!könig, expierienced!reader, handjob, blowjob, König sees boobs for the first time 🥹

Summary: after a bad test result König offers to tutor you let’s just say it goes differently then expected… 

“Fuckkk” you groan looking at your German exam “another D my parents are going to fucking kill me “

While your friends are busy trying to comfort you. You feel a little tap on ur shoulder, you quickly turn around only to be met with the schools nerd nervous expression 

“What do you want König” you ask annoyed, clearly not in the mood for some smart comment 

“I can uhm…tutor.. you” he says nervously, looking like it cost him his whole fucking courage to say that. 

Man this dude needs some pussy you think.

“I uhm my native language is German so…” König continues on interrupting your train of thought. 

You think about it for a second before responding “uhm yeah sure that’d be very nice” you smile

König smiles back nervously. “You can come to my house after school today, if that’s ok with you” König says quickly almost tripping over his words. 

“Uhm yeah sure” you respond kind of unsure if you want to go to the house of a guy who look like he came in his pants when you smiled at him 

Well now it’s 5hours later and you’re standing in-front of Königs house. 

It’s a normal house nothing special about. You quickly press the bell, waiting for König to open the door.

The door opens pretty much immediately…like Königs was anxiously waiting for your arrival…

“Hallo, come in” König greets you.

“Come on let’s go upstairs into my room”

You walk up the stairs with him and god the room was exactly the way you imagined it…if not worse..

On the walls were multiple anime posters plastered, Huge gaming set up, a wall with multiple replicas of military weapons and the worst part is you see a flesh light not very well hidden under the bed.

“Here uhm take a seat” König tells you pointing to his desk.

You silently settle down looking at the multiple monster cans plastered on it.

You’ve already studied for about an hour now and you must give König this he is very good at German and teaching it.

The only thing bothering you is the unbearable heat in the room. 

“König is it ok if I take off my hoodie ?” You ask “uh yeah sure go ahead” 

You quickly pull off your hoodie..the only problem is you forgot what you were wearing underneath..a white top..without a bra…

Suddenly König lets out a loud shocked cough “everything ok?” You ask, oblivious to where he’s looking. 

“Y-yes” König says in a shaky voice. ‘Hmm weird’ you think.

You two continue studying, but you could tell König wasn’t as focused as before. 

“König you sure you ok” you ask turning to him. “Y-yeah d-don’t worry bout it” König replies quickly but seemingly still distracted. 

Your eyes subconsciously drift down towards Königs crotch, and there you’re greeted with the sight of a fuckin huge cock straining against the fabric of his sweats. 

“Oh..I know why you’re so distracted” you giggle.

Königs follows your eyes and realizes you’re looking at his very obvious boner, immediately trying to cover it with his hands. 

“No wait ! Don’t cover it, I…I can help you…” you say quickly.

Königs Jaws almost falls out at your words. “H-help..me ?” 

“Yeah” you nod eagerly, already excited of to thought of getting to suck his cock “you know you helped me with my problem I can help you with your ‘problem’”.

“O-ok” König responds shyly.

You immediately walk over to him spread his legs and settle between them on ur knees. 

“Never done anythin’ before” König mumbles out embarrassed.

“Mhmm that’s ok” you say while already palming at his erection “I don’t mind”

“O-ok” 

You make quick work of freeing his member from its confines.

And wow it was even bigger than imagined…

“Woah you have such a nice dick” you coo softly.

“Uhm t-thanks” König replies, clearly not used to getting compliments. 

Your start stroking his length, while König his already twitching in your hands and whining softly.

“C-can you uhm…take off your shirt ?” König asks trough whines and whimpers.

You pretty much rip off ur shirt. Before beginning to eagerly suckle and lick up the beads of pre-cum spilling from the tip.

You start fully taking his length into your mouth while cupping his balls.

“God, you’re really good at this” König moans out.

You start bopping your head up and down wanting him to let out more of those delicious moans.

“I-I’m so close-“ König groans while having his hands planted at the back of your head 

You chuckle internally. It’s been what..a minute and he’s already close.

With your free hand you reach up to your head and press down on Königs hand signaling him to decide your pace.

You continue bopping up and down while swirling your tongue around him.

“I-I’m ughh cuming..” König lets out an high pitched almost female moan.

Before you feel his tip spurting out his hot and almost concerning large load. 

You swallow everything before sticking your tongue out to show König.

“That’s was uhm wow…”

you giggle softly in return.

“Are we like together now ?” 

Königs already planning the wedding <3

Banners from @fairytopea and @benkeibear

[kairiscorner]

hi! i saw fic requests were open but you absolutely don’t have to do this one if you’d don’t like it. i mainly wanted to get this idea out of my head so hope you at least enjoy reading it!

Maybe E-42!Miles meeting their future s/o through his Uncle Aaron? Aaron’s been complaining about his car for some time but neither he nor Miles have been able to look into the issue since they’ve been busy with Prowler stuff. One day Aaron suddenly stops complaining about his car and even looks happy about it. When Aaron brings Miles to a new auto shop he found, the intern mechanic had to try to fix Aaron’s car since everyone else was busy and turns out the girl is a natural at fixing cars. She ended up saving Aaron a good chunk of money and Miles even realizes this new mechanic is a real quiet girl from his classes that he didn’t notice since the girl tended to blend into the background.

HELLOOOOO I LOVE THAT THOUGH WHAT !! i'm not exactly a miles 42 simp, BUT I WILL GLADLY WRITE THIS YEEEEE (i'm craving to write more for him ngl, maybe i will !!)

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

she's really something else — miles 42 x fem!reader

summary: you were extremely cool, being able to fix his uncle's car's issue in a flash while also being super cute in his eyes–man, you make him forget all the lessons his uncle gave him about impressing girls, you make him feel so... foolish and in love. word count: 511

miles was sitting down on a chair by the mechanic's garage, waiting for the repair person to get there. his uncle aaron had been complaining about his car's condition for quite some time now, and just recently did he start lightening up about it, after he found out about a mechanic nearby that didn't charge too much.

not long after, a girl in the mechanic's uniform came in with tools and dirty gloves and a pair of goggles on her head. she immediately got to work on uncle aaron's car. "tio, this girl's the mechanic you found?" he asked his uncle and looked at him quizzically, to which the latter responded with a nod. "a natural, ain't she?" he asked miles with a grin as miles nodded back. "i mean, she's getting the job of two people done way faster." he pointed out as the girl came out from underneath the car in an instant.

uncle aaron and miles went over to her as she explained what issues she saw with the car and what might need to be fixed next time. miles caught himself staring at her and only realized he was when he thought to himself how familiar this girl seemed, but she also didn't seem like an acquaintance of his. he had to admit, though, she was a real cutie–a smart, talented, quick to work cutie.

his uncle aaron glanced at miles and nudged at his arm. "y'know her? your eyes are saying so." he teased miles as he shook his head and shrugged. "i know i've seen her before at school, never talked to her though." he said briefly as his uncle called her over. miles' eyes widened as she turned around and made eye contact with the two. "this is my nephew, miles, miles morales. he attends brooklyn visions academy, too–your boss said you're from there, yeah?" he asked her as she nodded and got a good look at miles.

"yeah, i know you." she said briefly with a crooked smile which miles reciprocated with his own widening one. he tried to play it cool though, as his uncle aaron always taught him, but it was so hard to do when miles was face to face with such a cool and cute girl. "i'll be right back, gotta talk to your boss real quick. miles, keep her company for a little bit." his uncle said as he walked off, with miles stuttering and stammering a reply his uncle couldn't hear as he left.

you took off your goggles to get a better look at him, which made miles a little more flustered because your eyes underneath just looked so adorable. you introduced yourself to him, and miles blurted out, "ah, yeah, i remember your name." "you do?" you asked with a hint of curiosity as miles' eyes widened and he tried to calm down again. "y-yeah. i do." he stuttered, which made you smile wider. man, was he a sucker for that smile... no wonder he fell so hard for you and wanted to be yours.

tags !! @k4tsu3 @pixqlsin @zalayni @fiannee @anikaluv @ii01vq @toneystank-3000 @maxoloqy @solecitoszn @luvstarrstruck

[sincerely-sofie]

Chapter 1 of Sofie Plays "Slay the Princess": The Hero and the Princess

Into the insanity.

[ Beginning ] - [ Previous Part ] - [ Next Part ]

I like that we have a little bird talon as our cursor! Fun detail. I'd like to use custom cursors in my own visual novels someday.

Awww! This line is going to come back to bite me, isn't it.

THERE'S VOICE ACTING?????? DANG IT. Now I kinda wish I waited to record myself playing through this game like a let's play... alas. We persist with a playthrough journal comprised of still images and bullet point notes :<

Asked the Narrator how a princess locked in a basement could be dangerous enough to end the world and now I just want to have a perpetual sleepover with the gal. At the very least, we can give her some company while she's down there. Right?

Asked the narrator for details on how she'd end the world and now he's calling me a sheeple. RUDE.

Question: Does the Princess have actual powers that allow her to enforce her will on others? Or is this just the Narrator being anti-princess? or anti-this-Princess-in-particular?

I INSTANTLY DISTRUST THIS MAN. He's going to gaslight me to heck and back, isn't he? He already is, I just know it.

Told the narrator I'm going to meet the Princess before I make any decisions about executions. I'm doubting myself so bad. Is he the manipulator here? Is he genuinely warning me against the Princess being the true manipulator? He sounds uber bitter and I want to know their history.

Narrator, honey, I'm glad you've got a bit you're committed to and all, but I don't want to meet someone new whilst holding the means to end them. Forget taking the blade, I'm taking my sweet time getting to know this poor woman.

Okay yeah the Narrator is 100% not a good guy. That last line made me question whether he was voicing the Hero's thoughts, but the tone he used while saying it makes me feel like he's just working really hard at applying for the role of Intrusive Thought #4 Understudy.

THESE DIALOGUE OPTIONS ARE KILLING ME. NOOOOOO DO NOT LIE TO HER WHEN YOU SAY YOU'RE HERE TO SAVE HER!!! THAT'S MEAN!!!!!

Told the Princess "Uh hi I think I'm here to slay you? Question mark?" and she responded with this:

The Narrator immediately followed up with the below. Go kick rocks Narrator. I want to at least be polite if I'm going to kill someone.

Can't decide whether the Princess is playing at the role of innocent victim or not. We operate on innocent until proven guilty laws here, though. So I'll act accordingly.

Just met the Princess and the Hero is INSTANTLY simping for her as the Narrator looks on in distaste. Straight up "HI WIFEY" nonsense. I like this couple.

Oh my word he's a dork. I love this character.

Told her about why I'm supposed to kill her and I'm 100% believing what she said. I don't care if she's going to sprout fangs and disembowel me with her teeth or anything, I adore this gal.

Oh no. She accurately read my thought process.

Okay so here's a theory: The Narrator really hates monarchies. Which is fair. But this seems very personal for him, and he keeps bringing it up, like the Princess deserves to die for the sin of her being a princess. Is this some kind of worldwide magic anti-monarchist government overthow situation? I know that's definitely not the case but I am grasping at straws to understand his motivation.

I asked her how she's been eating or drinking when I'm apparently the only person she's seen in a very, very long time, and she dodged the question, and the Narrator backed her up. This lady is 100% not human. The Narrator is itching to get me to kill her and is sweeping over what the Hero perceives as a plot hole, because from his perspective, he knows it isn't. She's not human. Jotting that down for later.

I told her that we could do the perpetual sleepover thing I mentioned earlier and I'm realizing how callous of a solution that is now that the Hero is all like "Yay I came up with smart solution! Win-win! Go me :D"

The Princess and Narrator both shot down the sleepover solution. Poor Hero.

The music just cut out. She's doing the anime mean girl thing where she examines her nails. I'm having regrets.

I'M STRAIGHT UP NOT HAVING A GOOD TIME ANYMORE, GUYS

On the one hand: I could lock her in the basement and leave without killing her with my own hands. But with the abrupt change in tone I am no longer confident that this woman isn't going to chew off her own arm like a coyote in a trap so that she can escape and do... whatever it is she intends to do. I'm not sure that's exactly ending the world. But I'm leery of it regardless. She doesn't need food or water apparently, so she likely wouldn't die if I left her alone down here, which just further cements the idea that she's going to do anything necessary to get out.

On the other hand: I could kill her directly, and try to be merciful about how I do it.

On the OTHER other hand, I could free her, but I no longer feel safe around this woman.

I've been staring at these options for so long guys I'm so worried about making the wrong choice. I know that the opening screen said there's no wrong decisions but like. STILL.

Okay, decision made. She's definitely taking the self-dismemberment route if I leave her here, and she's definitely coming after me the second she's out. I'd rather try to make this quick than go through the exceptionally frightening scenario I'm envisioning in my head. Hopefully she's nice about inevitably overpowering me in the subsequent struggle and stabbing me afterward.

Hey, you guys know how 3D horror games will use 90 degree angle blind corners in order to facilitate jump scares? I think I just realized visual novels use line breaks to accomplish the same goal, and I'm scared to progress to the next line.

SHE IS GOING TO CHEW THROUGH THAT ARM AND I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE ASAP.

I CALLED IT I CALLED IT I AM NOT HAPPY ABOUT HAVING CALLED IT SOMEBODY PICK UP THE PHONE BECAUSE I CALLED IT AND NOW I NEED 911 ON THE LINE

Oh cool beans! Reality warping! Let's gooooooooo

Yeah no she's definitely got reality warping abilities. I figured that if she doesn't need to eat or drink she wouldn't be able to bleed to death after losing an arm, so I closed the door behind me... and it locked.

Decided to try and wait her out while she lurks in the shadows and now we're LARping Sans and Chara as I fall asleep.

I chickened out and entered the dark to confront her. It went very well for me!

Oh... I don't like that title.

See you guys in the next chapter! I am scared :)

[bonny-kookoo]

Lock Me Up | Short #1

In which he realizes some things, but denies himself others.

Tags/Warnings: Detective Agust D my friends, Criminal Kitty!Reader, hybrid Yoongi, mentions of murder, mentions of violence, mentions of blood, mentions of past abuse, strangers to enemies to I don't even know, sexual tension?, dead dove do not eat

Length: Mid/short

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"Takehiko is under arrest currently, and is being watched until we can all agree on a court date. She's still with you, right?" The detective is being asked, as he takes a drag of his cigarette outside his apartment on the rooftop.

"She is." He agrees.

"But..?" His superior questions over the phone, knowing Yoongi well enough to realize when he's got something to say. "Don't tell me she wants to retract her statement. Tell her she's safe-"

"No, no that's not it." Yoongi denies, flicking the ash off of his cigarette while he leans his arms on the railings. "Rather.. unforseen circumstances that will probably push anything involving her back by a week or so." He explains with a sigh. "At least."

"So she's in heat." His superior chuckles, and Yoongi feels a bit irritated. Kim Seokjin might be a smart man, but he sure knows how to draw amusement from Yoongi's struggles every single time the chance is there.

"Not quite yet, but probably soon. She's medicated, but still, she won't be able to make any date you might have in mind right now." He explains, flicking away the smoked bud somewhere down to the ground while he checks your tracker- just to make sure.

Legally, any statement you make in court won't have any weight as long as you're in heat- so right now, you're pretty much holding the whole process in the air until you're no longer under the influence of any drugs or your hormones to say it bluntly. Yoongi himself entirely forgot about the possibility of this.

"Oh, I was about to ask how you wanted to handle that." Seokjin chuckles.

"Anything else would've gone against proto-"

"Ah come on Min Yoongi, everyone steps over the protocol here and there!" He laughs over the phone. "Do you not like her? She seemed cute when I met her, not going to lie."

"…" Yoongi can't answer. He wants to- but he realizes in this moment that he just.. never thought about it. Does he like you? Or has he just gotten used to you?

Well, he certainly doesn't mind you.

He neither minded going out to get your medications, nor does he mind how you sometimes reach for his hand at night when you sleep. He doesn't mind how you constantly try to rile him up or get on his nerves, and he definitely doesn't mind your presence when he works. But does he like it?

He.. kind of does, come to think of it.

"It's alright to admit it, you know." Seokjin hums over the phone. "I'm not testing you or anything."

"That would be exactly what you'd say if you were testing me." Yoongi argues back defensively. "Listen, I'll supervise her while she's on her meds, and I'll ring you up the minute she's through with it."

"Well, you do you detective blank-face." Seokjin jokes. "Have fun!" He laughs, and Yoongi rolls his eyes before ending the call and walking back into his apartment where you're laying flat on your stomach-

In the middle of the main room.

"And.. what is this?" He asks, though you just groan into floorboards in agony.

"I'm gonna die~!" You wail, and he sighs.

This is going to be the longest heat he'll probably ever have to sit through.

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"Stop- hey, slow down alright? One is enough for now." He tells you, taking away the pack of snacks from you. You immediately become teary eyed, grabbing after them- though his arm is longer, palm pressed against your sternum keeping you away.

"But I'm hungry!" You cry out. "I'll starve! You're gonna make me starve, is that it? Did I bother you so much that you want me dead now?" You ask dramatically, and he takes a deep breath.

"You're not starving." He clarifies as carefully as he can manage, putting the snacks back into the highest shelf where he keeps most of your foods at the moment since you use any moment where he's not looking to practically consume everything edible in his household. "You just feel empty, and you confuse that with hunger." He explains, and now you just look annoyed.

"Yeah well, who's fault is that?" You accuse with crossed arms. "Anyone else would've just screwed me already to get it over and done with." You say, and he looks at you with a blank face.

"I'm not anyone, however." He reminds you.

"I know.. I'm sorry- you're tryin'a be nice and I'm such a bitch for no reason.." you suddenly deflate, walking away from him to crawl underneath a blanket on your chaotic bed, hiding.

It's your medication- and he honestly feels sorry for you.

When you're not cramping and uncomfortable and most of all nauseous, you start to feel empty and hungry, not to mention the mess that's your emotions. One moment you're irritated by nothing, the next you're scared of everything. It's a little tough to handle, he won't lie.

Mostly because he wants to help as much as he can, but there's really a tough limit to what he can actually do without.. well, that.

"Here, drink something instead, that's more important right now." He offers, squatting down at the side of your bed with a bottle of water.

There's no answer.

"You're not asleep."

"How'd you know?!" You suddenly ask, throwing back the covers as you sit up, holding your heat quickly from the whiplash.

"Its not that hard to tell." He- chuckles?!- before he unscrews the cap of the water bottle. You drink eagerly- though you keep your eyes on him the entire time, as if you're thinking of something that involves him. "What?- no no no, my God..." he sighs as you try and talk without having swallowed down the last gulp of water, immediately forcing yourself to cough.

When you finally stop, he tries again. "First drink, then talk." He reminds you, and you nod.

"Can I ask how you got that scar? Like, who did that?" You wonder, finger reaching out to touch it- and he instinctively leans away from you. "Oh sorry, my bad." You apologize, and he shakes it off.

"Its not a cool story, really." He mumbles quietly. "Nothing what you might expect." He shrugs, screwing the cap back onto the bottle before he stands up to put it back into the fridge.

"..so?" You ask meekly, still wanting to know. "I mean you don't have to say-" you start, but he cuts you off as he washes some dishes in the sink.

"Me." He says, and you freeze in your spot. "You asked who did it." He says over his shoulder when he notices your silence, and at that, you watch him with an unreadable expression, before you get up. "What, you wanna look at it aga-"

But he's caught off guard when you simply quietly hug him from the back, soft purring trying to somehow get your feelings across.

And he understands.

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"What is it?" He asks when he notices you pacing again, not wanting to sit down at all it seems like. Your tail snaps upwards at the sound of his voice- but you're not answering for a moment.

"I need to go outside." You say, and he puts his pen down, ready to argue. You've already argued twice about this very specific topic- he can't let you outside like this on your own, the risks too high. And unbeknownst to you, it's not just because you're still a key witness to his case- but also because he personally doesn't want you to roam around outside while clearly still in heat, medicated or not.

He doesn't want to admit it yet, but his reasoning aren't just because he's a hybrid and therefore influenced by you.

"I know! I know you said I can't but I really need something and-" you argue instantly, standing in front of his desk with your legs pushed together suspiciously.

"I bought them already." He tells you nonchalantly, picking up his pen again to continue working. "They're in the bathroom, underneath the sink." He explains, and you stare at him for a moment, before you squint your eyes in suspicion, walking where he told you he'd pit what you need.

There's no way he actually-

He did.

It's definitely a more expensive brand you'd be using- but you won't question it for now, rather glad to be able to clean up and regain some comfort as you do your business and line your underwear with the hybrid-heat pads.

Maybe that'll help him, too.

You know he's affected by you inside his home even if he doesn't admit it- it's not hard to notice. He tends to go outside a lot more, he keeps a window open next to him when he works, he tries to keep any close contact to a minimum. You like that he stays respectful, sure- but you also feel awful about it, because you're just making his job and life so much more complicated right now. No one wants to willingly take care of a medicated hybrid in heat- it's exhausting, annoying, and most of all-

"Everything alright in there?" He asks through the door, knocking pulling you out of your thoughts.

"Y-yeah, no issues!" You call out, and he seems to leave at that, making you deflate. The detective seems to be a pretty good guy underneath that weird tough guy persona he puts up during his work- but it's clear to you that while he might tolerate you, and doesn't truly mind you, he doesn't like you either. He's still someone who despises his own genes, so it's a no-brainer that he probably doesn't like you either.

And you don't blame him at all.

Walking outside the bathroom, you rub your eye- and he immediately gets up to check on you. "What happened?" He wants to know, thinking you're crying, but you wave him off.

"..got.. something in my eye.." you mumble, making him click his tongue as he holds your face in his hands to tilt it upwards so he can see better. He's concentrated on his task, but his grip isn't rough or anything- he's awfully gentle, careful in locating and brushing the hair out ofbyour eye, before he lets go of you again. "..thanks." You mumble, and he nods, walking back to his desk.

"No problem." He simply answers, orange hue from the setting sun coloring the entire interior of his apartment.

"Hey, Detective.?" You ask, carefully pushing some things on his desk with your leg as you sit on the corner, making him furrow his brows at your antics- though he's used to them at this point. "Do you have like- hobbies?" You wonder, and he clicks something on his laptop before he closes the device, leaning back in his seat with crossed arms.

"Not really, no." He answers dryly.

"Boring." You huff. "Not even old-people-stuff like, I don't know, collecting stamps or something?" You ask, and he shakes his head.

"No." He simply answers, and you let your shoulders drop.

"Oh come on man, I'm trying to make smalltalk here!" You whine, and he chuckles- something he's been doing recently, and it fills you with happiness, in a way. "You gotta help me out!"

"Why would I?" He asks, leaning his head to the side a bit. "You're pretty entertaining like this." He shrugs.

You, in return, pull out your tongue, before jumping down to walk into the kitchen, attempting to climb on the countertop to reach your snack-stash.

"Hey- stop that!" He immediately calls out rushing to you, pulling you down but your middle before setting you back down onto the ground.

"But De-te-ctive~!" You wail dramatically. "I'm gonna-"

"You're not going to starve, I told you." He reminds you, but you simply suddenly fall limp in his grip, practically melting through his arms like liquid before you're on the ground, giggling. He sighs.

"Your life is gonna be so fucking boring when I'm gone." You joke-

And he knows, deep inside, just how right you are.

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"Pssst, Detective.!" You hiss- but he's dead asleep. "Detective!" You hiss again, but still, he's unconscious.

It's unusual for him to sleep this tightly, not even reacting to you when you're pulling on his arm. And it's freaking you out- because you know for a fact, someone's on the roof, and its a stranger.

You're just about to slap the man, when the window crashes, making you instantly try and hide- but it's no use, because his apartment isn't big at all, and gives you nowhere to truly go in the spur of the moment like this.

You notice how the detective's eyes slowly open, as if he's fighting to wake up- but he still doesn't move.

The food delivered. The young delivery guy at the door that seemed awfully nervous. The soda only he himself had drunk yesterday.

He's so fucking stupid, he thinks to himself.

You can feel Yoongi's grip trying to hold you close to him as you hold onto his hand- but he can't bring himself to do anything else as you finally slip from his fingers, a hit to your head making you go limp as you lose consciousness right in front of his eyes.

And suddenly you're gone, apartment cold and empty again.

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[desolateddreamur]

A-Z fluff Headcanons with Butters!

General neutral reader!

Requested? No!

A = Attractive: what do they find attractive about you?

Literally everything.

B = Baby:do they want a family? why/why not?

Not really. Butters is really nervous that he'll end up being like his dad as a parent.

C = Cuddle:how do they cuddle?

He's a little spoon and loves to be picked up or curled up on your lap.

D = Dates:what are dates with them like?

They're cliche in a cute way! Stargazing on a hill, picnics, or a romantic walk in the forest!

E = Everything: you are their ____ (e.g my life, my world…)

You are his lifeline.

F = Feelings:when did they know they were falling in love?

Almost immediately!

G = Gentle:are they gentle? If so, how?

Very gentle, he's the sweetest and worries so much about you and your safety!

H = Hand: Hold how do they like to hold? how do they like to hold hands?

He's shy about holding hands so he usually just links pinkies.

I = Impression: first impression/s

"W-Wow... Gee, they're so pretty... I need to say hi!"

J = Joker: are they into pulling pranks?

Not really. If he does he'll get grounded.

K = Kisses: how do they kiss?

He's way too shy to initiate a kiss on the lips so he'll kiss your cheeks and forehead.

L = Little things: what little things do they love/notice?

He loves how you constantly compliment him even when you don't realize the statement you used is one.

M = Memory: their favorite moment of you two?

The first time you kissed him (even though it was only on the cheek)

N = Nickel: do they spoil? do they buy you everything?

He can't do that, but he tries! Almost every time he goes to the store he comes back and gives you whatever he found that reminded him of you!

O = Orange: what color reminds them of you?

Yellow!

P = Petnames: what petnames do they use?

Dear, Love, Honey most of the time but he uses anything on the spot even if it's dorky.

Q = Questions: what are the questions they’re always asking?

"Do you like it?" "How did I get so lucky?"

R = Remember: their favorite memory of you

The first time you fell asleep together as a couple. He felt so ecstatic waking up to see your sleeping face!

S = Sad: how do they cheer themselves/you up

Cuddles and movies!

T = Talking: what do they love to talk about?

He loves when you listen to him rambling about his plans as Professor Chaos.

U = Universe: use a metaphor, what are you to them? (e.g he was the universe, ever-changing and mysterious)

You are his guiding light.

V = Very: ___ they’re thoughts about you (e.g she’s very smart, he’s very stubborn, they’re very annoying etc.)

Very adorable!

W = Why: reasons why they love you

You never make fun of him for his interests and don't take advantage of his kindness.

X = Xylophone: What’s their song?

Mirror Man by Jack Stauber.

Y = You: the ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

You're the Roxanne to his Megamind.

Z = Zebra:if they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?

Hamsters and rats are his ideal pets! He loves hamsters since they're so cute and fluffy and he loves rats from just how genius they are! The perfect minions!

[hoppity-scotch]

You've had just about enough of Fidgets shenanigans, he's always finding new ways to push your buttons. From invading your personal space, messing with your stuff, to out right insulting you, it was time for him to have a taste of his own medicine.

Fidget is a tough egg to crack, not much can really set him off. You have, however, noticed he is really attached to his velvet red scarf. Unsure of the true meaning behind it's sentimentality, you're sure messing with it would be enough to blow steam out of his ears.

Unfortunately, you were not expecting Fidget to absolutely blow his top off the moment you snatch the scarf off him, waving it like a prized trophy in front of his face. He lunges for you, pushing you down to the ground, knocking the air out of your lungs.

Before you can even process what the hell just happened, Fidget grabs hold of your collar and leans in close, you could feel his hot breath on your face.

"Let's get one thing straight-" he sneered, the malice in his voice growing stronger "-Don't you ever. Touch. My. Scarf. Again"

You could feel yourself breathe erratically with fear, this is the first time Fidget had ever been mad at you before, you didn't think he could ever be this mad with you.

"I'm sorry- I didn't realize how much it meant to yo-"

"Of course you don't, to think I thought there were some smarts with that pretty face of yours" Fidget snaps back like a vice "You could NEVER understand what this means to me"

You watch closely as he holds the the scarf closer to his chest, a tinge of pain could be seen in his eyes. As much of a bastard as he is, you feel sorry for him. This doesn't excuse his behavior of course, but this scarf must mean the whole world to him if he's acting this volatile.

"I-I promise I won't touch it again" you mumble out an apology, desperate for him to just leave you alone. Fidget looks into your eyes, scanning to see if you are telling the truth before letting you go.

"Good" he said dryly as he began to walk towards his tent. You watch closely, holding your breath so tightly, as if he could turn around and attack you at any moment.

Luckily, he didn't, as you watched him climb into his tent for the night. You finally let out a long sigh, he's gone. You bring your hand up to your chest, then stop in surprise.

Long claw marks have ripped the front of your shirt to near shreds. You felt your heart stop, has his claws always been this sharp? Fear begins to steep into your stomach as a single through pops into your mind.

This man can literally tear you apart...

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Fidget could feel is hear thumping like a beating drum in his chest, the adrenaline in his veins have yet to calm down. He's never been this angry towards Y/N before, but the act they committed had drawn a line for him.

He immediately checks his scarf, thankfully, there seems to be no damage. His hands feel the silkiness of the fabric, his eyes softening before brining the cloth to his face. He inhales deeply as a soft, lingering scent fills his nose, long faded memories fill his mind of a happier time.

He sighs, wrapping the scarf back around his neck. Fidget takes a quick peak out his tent to see Y/N, they still seem visually shook at the whole ordeal. Guilt builds up in his stomach, he should go out and apologies but the small hint of anger still burns brightly in his chest.

After all he's done for them this is how they show their thanks? Ripping away his scarf, it's not like he goes messing with their stuff, at least, not all the time...

Fidget lies down in his 'bed', rolling onto his side. He's not ready to forgive Y/N, not yet at least. He turns off the oil lantern by his side, a thought crosses his mind before he drifts off to sleep.

Besides... it's not like they can leave him...

They could never, leave him...

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Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoy a bit of this lore drop for Fidget! Despite his love for Y/N there are some things that even he puts above his beloved.

What are they, you ask?

Well, you're just going to have to find out :3

[forgedroyalseal]

My Reputation’s Never Been Worse

Chapter 14:

Will snuck quietly into Crowley’s office and waited by the door for the older man to acknowledge him.

“You know,” Crowley said casually without lookin up from the paperwork in front of him, “when you first came back, I thought there was something vaguely familiar about your rings. I shrugged it off, figuring it was nothing. That they were the typical type of rings you’d collect after time on a pirate ship. It wasn’t until I was passing by the infirmary and saw a young knight being carried in that I realized where I recognized that insignia from.” Crowley finally looks up and nods to one of the rings on Will right hand.

Will rubbed at the ring, then crossed his arms. “And where would that be?”

“Lord Emmers dead body. Particularly, his battered in face.”

“You said it yourself, these are pretty standard rings for a rouge.”

“Except for one. Captain Nero gifts every crewman who sails under his flag for over a year with a custom made silver ring. The letter of their first name pierced through with a dagger. Lord Emmers face was embossed with a D.”

“I suppose that settles it then. My name is Will, and unless Nero is extremely illiterate, there’d be no reason for me to have a ring like that.”

Crowley shrugs, “That’s true. But you didn’t use your name with Captain Nero did you? You used your father’s. Daniel. Which why your ring was made with the letter D.” His tone left little room for disagreement and Will knew that he was backed into a corner. Because despite his faults, Crowley wasn’t the Ranger Commandant for nothing. He was whip smart, and once he started putting the pieces together, he’d always find the answers he was looking for.

Will rolls he jaw and steps closer to Crowley’s desk. “So what’s your play here Crowley? Blackmail? Another trial with insufficient evidence? You can’t hang a man for having the same fashion taste as a murder. You can’t connect Emmers death to my hands.”

“No, I can’t. Especially once I take that ring and have the blacksmith melt it down and recast it. And the physician has already started treatment on the young knight who happened to bare very similar bruises as the late Lord. In fact, by this point, his face is no doubt heavily bandaged. And those bandages won’t be coming off until the marks are long gone.”

“Why are you doing this? Why let this go?”

“Because I’ve failed you once before Will, and it is the biggest regret of my life. I won’t betray you again.”

Will pursed his lips. “Well. I suppose only time will tell if you mean what you say.”

Crowley nodded in acceptance, understanding that this was as much as he was going to get from Will at the moment. He extended his hand out and Will dropped the ring into Crowley’s open palm. As he slipped the incriminating ring into his pocket, he said, “This wasn’t the only reason I sent Gilan out looking for you. I received word from Eisel.”

“Already?” Will asked in surprise.

“Marie and Hannah didn’t delay. They sent a carrier pigeon the moment they arrived.” Crowley frowned. “They found the knights the king sent in… compromising positions.”

“I told you, Eisel has a corrupting power over men.”

“Marie will do the best she can, but I fear that without clear, physical force to back her up, there won’t be much she can do.”

“Understood. I’ll leave immediately.”

“I’m sending Horace and Gilan with you. Halt too, if you’ll have him.”

“I don’t need their help.” Will said indignantly.

“Perhaps not. But you’ll have it regardless.”

“Crowley-“

He rose his hand to interrupt whatever argument Will was about to make. “My mind is made up Will. You will have backup with you. Anyway, I doubt I could stop them from going with you. Those two would follow you into the Underworld if they could.

“That’s a good thing I suppose. Because that’s exactly where we are going.”

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Will left Crowley’s office and went off in search of Horace and Gilan. His plan was to leave for Eisel as quickly as possible. And without running into Halt. As he rounded the corner, he collided with a solid mass. Looking up, he could hardly believe his eyes.

“Baron Arald.” The name was a ghost on his lips.

“I think we are well past titles son.” The warmth in his words pulled Will in, like a moth to a flame. “It’s been far too long Will.” Arald smiled tenderly at him.

“I know. I’ve been,” Will huffed out an empty laugh, “I’ve been living like wild beast I suppose. Running thought out the countryside like a monster. But it’s not like I had many other options.”

Arald eyes filled with a sadness Will couldn’t understand. “You could have come home my boy. Redmont would have welcomed you back with open arms. You could have found refuge within our walls.” He paused then, “You still can.”

“But, they all must have hated me. They must have taken my alleged betrayal hatred than anyone.” Will said vehemently.

Arald gave Will the most pitying look he had ever seen. “Will, from what I have heard and seen, not a single resident of Redmont thought for even a fleeting moment that you were guilty of treason. Your people stood by you. They still speak of you with such reverence. You are still the pride and joy of Redmont.”

Will felt his stomach drop. His blood chill. His heart stop. “You mean, I could have just, gone home? All these years on the run, living in pain and terror. It was all for nothing? I could have found sanctuary at home?” He took in a shuttering breath. “Oh god, I’m going to be sick.” His knees buckled, but he didn’t crash onto the cold stone floor. Instead, from somewhere beyond the haze of regret and remorse, Will felt a strong pair of arms wrap around his shaking frame. He leaned in instinctively and inhaled the familiar scent of sandalwood and wine. The embrace transported him back to his childhood. Back to scraped knees, and fights with Horace, and nightmares of monsters under the bed. Baron Arald had always been there to hold Will, to wipe away his tears, to comfort him. It had taken years for Will to realize how much of a fatherly role the Baron had served in his life. And now, as Will comes undone in the middle of Castle Araluen, the weight of the past years crashing down onto his shoulders, Arald was there to hold him together once more.

“You always did give the best hugs.” Will murmured against Arlad’s chest once he could finally catch his breath.

“We all have our skills. You can sneak about in silence, I can give magically healing hugs.” He chuckled as he rubbed circles between Will’s shoulders.

Will pulled back and Arald wiped Will’s face dry with the sleeve of his soft, but somewhat garish tunic. “There, no need for anymore tears my boy. Now, why don’t you join Sandra and me in our suites and we can all catch up. I’ll even see if I can’t have some hot chocolate sent up.

And god, had Will ever had such a tempting offer? All he wanted was to let Arald and Sandra coddle him. For them to tell him that it would all be alright, that they still cared for him. But he had people to protect, to avenge, and to defend.

“I can’t. I have to find Horace and Gilan. We need to leave for Eisel immediately.”

“Yes, of course, Halt mentioned the situation there when he summoned me. Absolutely dreadful. If there’s anything I can do to assist-“

“Halt summoned you here?” Will hadn’t even realized he was interrupting, brain stuck on what Arald meant by that.

“Oh, yes. I thought he would have told you.”

“We haven’t exactly talked much.”

“Ah.” And there was more understanding in that single syllable than Will thought fair. “He wrote to me once you returned. He asked me to come and check in on you. I’ve only just arrived, though, there was a terribly boring but important meeting I had to see to.”

“Why did he send for you? Not that I’m complaining, I just, why?”

Baron Arlad’s face soften. “He didn’t say much, you know how stingy he is with explanations, but I believe that he hoped you could find some semblance of comfort in my company.” He looked somewhat bashful, “A reminder of home.”

“He was right.” Will admitted quietly. A reminder of home. More like a reminder of safety. Of peace. Two things Will hadn’t felt for a very long time. But having Arald’s larger than life presence besides him, he felt himself relax into the trust he had always put in the Baron. It also occurred to him that Halt knew exactly what Will needed, even if Will would never have realized it on his own. Because even with five horrible years between them, Halt knew him, better than he knew himself it would appear.

[kitkatwinchester]

BRUH!!

I HAVE SO MANY EMOTIONS RIGHT NOW AHHHH!

I'M SO TORN BETWEEN THE POSITIVE AND NEGATIVE ONES!!!

Okay, the negative first.

ARE YOU F*CKING KIDDING ME?! REALLY?! YOU WENT AND KILLED BOYD LIKE THAT!!

I was all excited, because I was like "yes! Look at our little team go! Even when they're separated, they're still freaking awesome and kicking butt and have the best plans!"

And then they freaking FORCED DEREK to KILL ONE OF HIS OWN and I just....

THAT'S SO F*CKING MESSED UP!!! I HATE YOU ALL!!!

And then that entire sequence, with Boyd flashing back to Erica, and saying it was okay, because the feeling was worth it, and Derek just shaking with guilt and anger and hatred that you know he's pointing at himself and IT WASN'T EVEN HIS FAULT GOSH DARNAT!!

And then Cora crying, and Jennifer having to be there to see all of it because they brought her into it because they SUCK, and everyone just...AGHHHHH! WHY?! :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :(

...okay, now that I've said that, the things I did appreciate about that scene that also honestly made me want to cry even more.

The way the team all figured things out and managed to communicate and come up with a back-up plan.

The way Isaac just grabbed Jennifer and held her with everything he had because he knew keeping her safe was the most important thing he could do in that moment (do you think everyone knew, in that moment, that if anyone was gonna die, it was Boyd? Because I get the sense that Boyd knew, and as freaking upsetting as it was, he was ready for it, and it's sad, and I hate it, but ahhhh anyways).

The way Cora and Stiles and Lydia all ran in and were just immediately distraught at realizing that the plan didn't work out the way they wanted it too.

The way that Stiles, of all people, who still has beef with Derek, who still doesn't always trust Derek, who still blames Derek for a lot of things, put his hand on Derek's shoulder because he KNEW how much that hurt Derek, and no matter how he might feel about Derek, he knew that Derek would never, EVER want to hurt one of his own. And he knew how much it tore him apart to watch himself do it and not be able to stop it.

....and now I'm crying again. :'( :'( :'(

SO ANYWAYS SCOTT!!

Okay FIRST OF ALL, the second the mountain ash was a thing, I was like "GOD F*CKING D*MMIT THIS IS WHY YOU ALWAYS HAVE AT LEAST ONE HUMAN WITH YOU!".

And then he tried SOOOO hard, and his eyes turned red AGAIN, and I soooo thought he was gonna make it, because he was soooo close, and then he didn't, and I was all prepared for my heart to break.

And then freaking SHERIFF NOAH STILINSKI WALTZES IN AND SAVES THE DAY (and for some reason did not question why Scott had such a hard time getting Deaton down, but I'll allow it lol) and comes in with the best line ever with "Let me give it a shot" and then LITERALLY gives it a shot and I just!!

THIS is why this man needs to find out. Bro he's in the middle of SO much of it already, and he's clearly fully capable of saving the day. At least give him a better chance at understanding and explaining it all lol.

And then one of the MANY things I have been waiting for...

THE TRUE ALPHA JOURNEY BEGIIIIIINS!!!

I'M SO F*CKING READY TO WATCH SCOTT FULLY BECOME A TRUE ALPHA!!!

I'M SO READY!!!!

LET'S GO BABY!!!

So anyways that was a rollercoaster of emotions, but it was a really good episode, and I have no idea when I'm gonna be able to watch the next one, but you know you'll all know when I do lol.

Also as an aside, I'm glad Allison was smart enough to figure out that Gerard was alive, and I kind of hope she keeps going behind her dad's back, but secretly following everything he does just to prove him wrong lol. I mean, I love her dad, and I appreciate that he's trying to protect her, but also, again, WORK TOGETHER GODD*AMMIT. ...anyways.

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

AAH promo time!!!

O O P Glassman living with them??? There's NO WAY that is gonna go well

aH SEE WHAT DID I TELL YOU

Immediately xdd

Hmm a tumor - ahhh so she's pregnant :D

Oh no :o

She's 13 😳 ���⁠_⁠ಠ

Oohhh noo xdd

Oof that's gonna be a rough one

😬😬😬

I am nervous and excited to see how stuff goes XD mostly very nervous for both of those storylines lol

Okay, that's the last of my last thoughts! Now it's time for the. . .

REVIEW

I LOVED this episode!! I thought it was great :DD. I honestly didn't expect to see the others (besides Shea) today, and while it means this review will take longer lol (although for my own sake I'm trying to shorten them xD), it was a pleasant surprise :D.

So, quick note on Andrews! An icon as always, helped Lim realize how she felt about the Danica situation, and support Park on the surgery <3. He was there more than he sometimes is lol, but mostly he was just kinda chillin :). Still, helpful :D

A bit on Perez and Jerome - I MISS YOOUUUU <333 😭❤️. XD. But, there just wasn't room this episode for them to fit in - we barely got Jordan (I'll touch on her in a second). And yes I'm aware Jerome isn't even a mine character, shush xDD. But, I'm sure (okay not actually but we'll probably see at least Perez lol) they'll be back next week :D. I look forward to their return :)!

Jordannn :D. We didn't see much of her this episode, but obviously, I love her as always 🥰🥰. I think most of what we saw of her was suggesting the incorrect approach (xd, but still good to remember they're not perfect especially her and Asher since they're still residents), and her going 👀😳 at other stuff going on lol xD. But, as always, a queen :))).

Glassman <33. He was so sweet and supportive this episode :)! I'm glad he helped with the surgery, and advice for Shaun of course - and paying for it XDD. But y'all, that scene with Lea 😭😭😭. That was the kicker :')). Especially considering they've always had sort of a love-hate relationship. Well, maybe not hate (for a while anyway), but they're not the closest, and this was just really great to see :')). Especially because (and no offense to Shaun on this lol) it wasn't over Shaun this time :'). Like, they weren't bonding over him, this was something completely separate, and I love that <3. Glassman talking about Maddie 😭😭😭? Amazing ❤️❤️❤️. And that HUG 😭😭😭😭❤️??? SUPERB 😭😭🥰🥰❤️❤️🥰❤️❤️❤️. XD Anyway, I loved him this episode <333.

Park aaannd Morgan :))! Y'all were wild once again this episode xD. That argument after meeting with Andrews 😳. You could just FEEK the vitriol coming from Morgan. But, I'm glad everything worked out with the patient (Palo, I think?), and with them :)). It was nice to just move on from that, with apologies of course. And it sucks for Park with Kellen not coming home :(, even though it is the reality :/. Doesn't stop it from sucking though, does it, Park xD? But, anyway, it was also nice to see Morgan support him and be kind regarding that <3. And then of course, the news that Morgan's egg implantation failed :(((. That is so awful 😭😭. I really hope she gets another chance and that it ends up working that time :'(( <333. And of course, it was really nice seeing Park immediately going to her side (not quite literally but almost/kinda lol), being kind, and being there for her ❤️❤️. Park saying he was there if she needed a friend, and Morgan saying she just might take him up on that :'DDD. Amazing <333.

Asher!! My poor boy xdd. Man was going through it this episode, lol /hj /lh. He kinda was, anyway lol. I'm glad he didn't just let Danni slide - he knew, and there wasn't any hiding that. It was also nice just seeing him be knowledgeable :D. It's also fun to see that for any of them, especially outside of like, brainstorming sessions. Anyway, it sucks that he's in probation :(( (and has the note in his file and whatnot), but he was smart with the way he did things, and they did still save a man's life :'D. With the situation they were in, I don't think he really could've done any better, but he definitely could've done worse (punishment/end result wise), so that's good :DD. I don't know if we'll see much of the impact of it, except maybe an odd mention, since the probationary period isn't too long in terms of a tv show. But, since Lea's pregnant, you can't have things take place too far apart. So, hey, who knows ┐⁠(⁠ ⁠∵⁠ ⁠)⁠┌? I will say that I'm torn between wanting to see a bit of the repercussions and not seeing them, since it would be kind of painful lol xd. Plus it would be a reminder of Danni, which is sad now of course :(. Anyway, I always love seeing Asher support his friends - it's just one of the things he does :) - and the same goes for him with Danni this episode. Like he said: he didn't wanna desert her :). I think that's great, really sweet <3 ❤️. Long story short lol, I love him 🥰🥰🥰!!

Lim :))! I think she did the right thing in "losing" the bullet. And honestly? Her reactions to the entire situation were pretty reasonable. She was concerned about Danni (:D), she was angry but decided to operate anyway, and she wanted to remain Danni's friend but knew she had to fire her. It sucks, though :((. I really hope we'll still see her occasionally since she is Lim's friend, because as she mentioned when trying to convince Lim, she's been really vital in this whole process. It's a tough one (I'm speaking from experience here, even if I'm not wheelchair bound), and it helps to have someone who gets it to go through it with you <33. Anyway, I feel bad for Lim 😭😭. I really do hope they can keep their friendship, it's so sweet :')). But yeah, I love her :'D <333.

Now, Lea and Shaun! I really loved their storyline today :D. Seeing it separate from everyone else's (I didn't even expect to see the others lol) was definitely interesting and I think it worked really well! Plus, their communication was so good :'DD (it always is these days :)) ). But yeah, I loved their discussions, like over Lea's feelings, and I feel like it was some really important stuff to acknowledge. Yes, they have fears, and yes they're going to make mistakes, but they will try their absolute best, and that's all they can do :')) ❤️. They love each other so much 😭😭❤️. And I am sure they're going to love their son that much too :')))). Also, AAH they were so adorable with Buddy this episode 😭😭❤️❤️🥰. I honestly do hope they get a dog sometime in the future (maybe not too close to the baby being born, before or after, because that would be a lot lol), I think it would be really cute and amazing to see :)). Plus they just seem like they would love that so much 😭 xD 🥰. Anyway, it's too bad that they couldn't take Buddy home, but I'm glad he got back to his family :'). And again, just to reiterate: Lea's conversation with Glassman = gold 🥰🥰❤️❤️❤️😍.

Lastly, we of course have Danica Powell. I loved her this episode :'). And yes, I'm going to keep using her full name for the drama lol. It's her last day, let me (and her) have this xD. Anyway, I think this was honestly totally in character, and even though it's a shame she has to go, this makes sense. It was a good way to go out too - saving a life at the expense of her career. I mean, obviously you don't want to lose your job over it, but nonetheless xD. She was so dedicated to helping Vince, and she was willing to do pretty much anything <3. I'm glad she had Asher, and to a certain extent Lim, to support her this episode :'). But I am gonna miss her so much 😭😭. We haven't even seen that much of her, and I feel like we definitely could've had some interesting storylines in the future (we have already), but alas, it is what it is. I will say that it's interesting she leaves soon after Lim regains some mobility, but I don't think her friendship with Lim and the role disability plays in that was the only factor lol. Anyway, I'll miss her ❤️❤️❤️🥰. She was great, and fun, and I also loved the disability rep :'D. Like I said even just this episode with the little scooter thing - it's the little things that can really make it sometimes :)). Besides all that, she was cool and knowledgeable and confident. She was steadfast in her beliefs and opinions, and even if sometimes I thought she needed to be a little more willing to bend, I can respect it. Danni will be missed by me :'( :')). I love her ❤️❤️🥰🥰🥰.

Overall, I really loved this episode. I liked each of the different storylines, I thought the cases were really good and interesting, and even though there were some people that it fell short on, I liked the focus around on most of the cast of characters :)). Like I've already said, I expected this episode to just be Shaun and Lea, but it was so much more and I'm glad for that fact :D. I really enjoyed it 🥰. Rip to Jordan, Perez, and to a certain extent Jerome - we miss y'all and hopefully we'll see you again (with larger parts, in Jordan's case) soon lol <3. And of course rip to Danni, much more literally, considering her time on the show and her career xD. We'll miss her <3. But yeah, I thought that all the storylines were great and managed to all fit into and episode and flow together pretty well :). Despite being all completely separate lol. Anyway, I really loved this episode :D!

So yeah! I really loved the episode, and I'm mostly nervous for the next one. This has been my review of. . .

The Good Doctor, Season 6, Episode 11: The Good Boy

I enjoyed it so much. I'm scared for the next one, like I said, but I am excited! I'll be back next time for my review of. . .

The Good Doctor, Season 6, Episode 12: 365 Degrees

See you next week!

[madhousedarry]

The Omen: Legacy of Lunacy | Chapter 06

Dick was silent, absorbing the information he had just heard. Of course, he didn't like the prospect of exposing himself to bullets or the fists of the invulnerable Kasakhian, but he understood that he had no other way out of this stinking prison.

Asia, to her credit, did the right thing when she chose him out of all the prisoners - because he was the only one who was ready to break free at any cost, even though he wouldn't be able to escape anywhere anyway, because in that case "his own people" would kill him.

And that's why Dick had already agreed to this offer a long time ago, but he wanted to pretend that he still doubted his choice, so that this lady wouldn't imagine herself to be a super-duper official, recruiting agents from prisoners with just a snap of her finger.

To this end, Dick, without much difficulty, gave his face the thoughtful face of a man who weighs every word before answering his interlocutor. Of course, the latter could not hide that despite all this, his eyes remained cold and indifferent, but she, as he hoped, took the bait of his facial expressions and began to beg him.

"Come on, idiot, agree, otherwise you will not see freedom as your own ears!" she said in the tone of a primary school teacher. "I can see that you are not a fool. You do not want to spend your whole life in this hole, do you?"

Dick, playing the role of the doubting guy, nodded his head as if he was really considering her words. Asia immediately changed her tone, and now her voice became ingratiating:

"Come on, you idiot, agree! You must understand that you have no chance in this hole, and here you will travel to another country on our money… Agree at least to see the world with your own eyes and to have some fun after your shitty homeland!"

Dick was surprised by how accurately Asia guessed his attitude towards Analda, but he did not have time to answer her, because the girl, apparently deciding that words would not help the matter, began to take decisive action. She came close to him and grabbed his hand.

He didn't know whether to break away or not, but he decided it was better not to. Asia, not letting go of his hand and continuing to smile her most charming smile, whispered in his ear:

"I know that this is the only way to influence you," and with these words she, squeezing his hand even tighter just below the wrist, lifted her red shirt with her free hand and pressed his hand to her right breast and immediately lowered the fabric so as not to show off her tits in vain.

However, Dick did not miss the fact that Asia, as it turned out, was not wearing a bra, and her breasts were completely exposed to anyone who would be so bold as to approach her and lift up her shirt.

Be that as it may, at the moment his right hand, which Asia continued to squeeze tightly in her hand, was in a place that Dick had previously thought impossible to even approach.

He clearly felt the beating of her heart and felt the heat of the girl's body, who, apparently, was receiving much more pleasure at that moment than he was - at least she closed her eyelids, and her mouth, on the contrary, slightly opened, which made it seem as if she was about to cum. Although who knows - suddenly this lady had enough of a simple stimulation of the mammary glands for an orgasm?

In any case, Dick understood one thing - something so intimate was happening between him and Asia that any other virgin in his place could easily die right here and now from the realization that he had been given the unprecedented happiness of feeling the tits of a real, not a drawn or plush chick.

But since Dick Nigel was, mind you, thirty-six years old, he was smart enough to understand a simple thing: sex is not something that is available only to the chosen ones, but just the basic instinct of all living beings, and if such a person was born who was ready to die from the first touch of a woman's body, then why didn't he die right during childbirth - after all, during birth, no more and no less, he went through a fucked up female cunt!

Be that as it may, at that very moment he was feeling Asia Scallop's right tit with his own hand, and all his thoughts were focused exclusively on that small lump of flesh hidden under the thin fabric of a ripe tomato-colored shirt.

He couldn't tear his gaze away from her chest, and although Asia had prudently pulled her shirt down so as not to spoil the prisoner with the sight of a naked female body, he still clearly saw her chest down to the smallest detail, which was greatly helped by the fact that he could feel the structure of at least one of them in his hand at that moment.

One could say that at that moment he was like a blind man who sees only darkness before him, but is able to rely on his sense of touch and see what he needs - not with his eyes, but with his brain.

And now Dick, sitting on the bed in front of the girl holding his right hand, clearly saw her tits, although they were hidden from his curious eyes by the red fabric of her shirt.

It seemed like time stood still for both of them, but soon Asia finally spoke up, bringing Dick back to reality.

"You know, I was thinking," she began in a surprisingly calm tone, "that you really need an agent code name, a pseudonym, that is. Otherwise, you'd look a bit odd in a country that's part of the Union of Indestructible Nations. So, do you think you could accept a little gift from me and allow me to call you "Damien The Thorn" during this operation?"

Dick, whose hand was still pressed tightly against a real woman's breast, was not thinking fast enough, so he did not answer right away.

But when he finally spoke, there was a distinct note of displeasure in his voice:

"What nonsense, what the hell is "Damien The Thorn"? Why, pray tell, not "Dick The Thorn"? Why "Damien"?"

By dumping this complaint on his interlocutor, he thereby allowed himself to release the anger and dissatisfaction that had accumulated over all this time with what was happening to him.

But Asia seemed to be even glad of the opportunity to launch into an explanation on this matter - as if this was the only question she had been missing all these days.

"The Thorn - that's why," she said, and suddenly let go of Dick's hand, after which she suddenly touched his cock with her freed right hand.

Dick had already had a rock hard erection (no wonder, since it was the first time he had ever touched a chick's udder), so he didn't object to his beautiful companion caressing his manhood.

And Asia seemed pleased with that. She ran her hand up and down his cock and suddenly abruptly unzipped his fly and slightly lowered the elastic of his underwear - and the mighty Dick unit immediately emerged triumphantly into the light of day, looking vertically upward - it seemed that it was not a cock at all, but a rocket that was about to fly off into distant space.

"That's why "The Thorn"," Asia cooed with satisfaction, looking proudly at Dick's member. "And "Damien" - because that was the name of the hero of my erotic childhood fantasies," she continued in a sharply changed tone. "Oh yes, how I adored him! Even if he only existed on the TV screen, I still dreamed of being next to him sooner or later, m-m-m…" Asia, completely forgetting about Dick's member, dreamily raised her eyes to the ceiling. "I imagined him every night, every second of my life… He was so cute! And so brutal! So masculine! So sexy, m-m-m!"

As she spoke, Asia moved away from Dick, continuing to stare at the ceiling. Dick, realizing that the party would not continue, without further ado pulled up his underwear and zipped up his fly, trying his best to pretend that nothing special had happened between them.

However, he might not have tried - Asia had clearly forgotten about him, completely immersed in her memories.

"Damien!" she repeated passionately. "Yes, I've been in love with him since I was a child! I saw him in all sorts of ways - as a sweet little boy, a stern teenager, and finally as a brutal man! And it was very, VERY sexy! I imagined him looking at me, as he took my hand in his… It was as if I could see his face with my own eyes, hear his voice… He said my name…"

Asia paused, as if remembering something, and then continued:

"And when I had the rare luck to play in a film about him, I was over the moon with happiness in anticipation of meeting him! But, alas…"

Asia sighed.

"He wasn't there! He was not planned to be included in the fourth part at all! What a bummer for a lovesick little fool like me! And what's more, I never played in it! That stupid bastard director didn't choose me, he chose that little brat Vieira, who was a total nobody! What the hell - she wasn't even an actress! She just got into acting by accident because her dad was some big official in the Analdian Ministry of Culture. And me, me, ME!!!"

Dick listened to this ranting with some interest, but he couldn't get rid of the thought of that strange feeling of awkwardness and shame for his interlocutor. He already understood that he served as a catalyst for her memories of her first love, and this got on his nerves - of course, who would be pleased when a girl who let you touch her boobs and almost jerked you off, suddenly drops everything halfway and starts talking about her childhood dreams!

But alas, Dick understood that he was a prisoner in this dungeon, and therefore he had no choice but to silently listen to the story of the recruiter, who was clearly out of her mind.

"I was so unhappy," Asia continued. "I was ready to take a knife and plunge it straight into the heart of that bitch who didn't give me a chance to become a star! But my parents seemed to understand that I wanted revenge, and so on the same day when I was rejected, they found a reason to take me far away from Whorecouver - far away from the set! Far away from that faggot! And I, like the last fool…"

Asia suddenly sobbed and covered her face with her hands.

"Like the last simpleton, I believed their completely false stories that we were moving to a city where I could have a good spring break. If only I had known that they just wanted to hide me far away from that vile bitch! I wouldn't have spared them either, honestly! I would have killed my father, and my mother, and Vieira at the very end! I WOULD HAVE KILLED EVERYONE!"

Asia was already screaming.

"I would have killed them all if I could! For there was a reason!" she raised her tear-filled eyes to Dick. "I had every right to send to the next world a stuffed fool who not only couldn't play at all, but also had a voice like an old scratched record! And her mug? Compared to her, the old and sick Proboscis monkey from Bernal Island would have looked like a handsome one! And what about her mug! Her teeth just begged to be hit with a sledgehammer! So that every single one of them would fly out! Ar-r-r, I was ready to do anything then! ANYTHING! ANYTHING to kill, KILL, KILL THAT BITCH! KILL HER as quickly as possible!!! AR-R-R-R! Oh, fuck…"

By the end of this terrible monologue, Asia was no longer sitting, but was rushing around the cramped cell, constantly stepping on Dick's feet, who, listening to her purely feminine hysteria, felt a mixture of shame and disgust at everything happening around him.

Finally his interlocutor ran out of breath, and there was a silence for a few seconds that seemed like an eternity to him - the fact is that at the words "Oh, fuck", which, by the way, Asia uttered in an intonation that contrasted strongly with the previous screams, she suddenly froze in one place and stared straight at Dick with wide-open eyes; after standing like that for a couple of seconds, she immediately jumped out of the door of his cell like lightning, and Dick heard a wild stomping for a long time, which died down only after a minute or two. Then he had the opportunity to think over his situation more carefully from the side of common sense.

So, he understood one thing - Asia Scallop lied to him when she tried to prove to him that she was not an actress. This was confirmed by her, albeit incoherent, but full of facts speech about her childhood. Among other things, she once again confirmed that she was not in love with him one iota, and all these games with his dick and her boobs were needed only to recruit him to work in intelligence.

But the most important thing was that this servant of the law had unambiguous thoughts about cruelly dealing with a certain person who had once long ago offended her only by being accepted for the role, while Asia was not.

Logically, if there is anyone to hate in such a situation, it is the director, producer or at worst the casting director, but certainly not some unfortunate actress. And yet, even after so many years, Asia continued to remain in her soul a vulnerable little girl with childishly naive grievances.

And then there's her sick obsession with a fictional character from some shitty, purely commercial movie without any idea or meaning… And not only does she torment herself with this fictional piece of shit, but she even named him, Dick Nigel, after him! Just think about it - what the fuck kind of nickname is this, "Damien The Thorn"?

Why not "Agent-82" or at least "Duker-Nuker-3D"? Alas, Asia has probably already shared with his brothers in arms that he, Dick Nigel, will have an idiotic agent nickname "Damien The Thorn", and he himself can only come to terms with it and accept as a given that his new friends will name him after some pathetic idiot from a movie for completely insane morons and degenerates! And all this on the initiative of some idiot dripping with vaginal juice named Asia Scallop!

Oh, what a shame, Dick thought, that he hadn't bothered with the problem of eliminating the second unwanted witness, because it was precisely because of this bastard that he was now drawn into this whole story with some immortal Kasakhian and a crazy actress recruiter!

And now he has to deal with the consequences of his own stupidity. But he could have just killed this bastard, and that's it! As Stalin said, "death solves all problems. No man, no problem."

Golden words! But how offensive it is to fall into the clutches of the law because of some sullen brunette who was traveling with his blond friend along a shit-river somewhere in the middle of nowhere in Analda!

It is unknown how much longer Dick Nigel could have indulged in these thoughts if a security guard had not appeared in the doorway of the room, glanced around the camera, fixed his little pig eyes on Dick and grunted:

"What are you sitting there for, faggot! Get your ass up off the bed and get the fuck out of here!"

This was the last thing Dick expected from the security guard. He didn't even immediately realize that these words were addressed specifically to him, and not to the person he thought might be in the corridor at that moment.

He looked up at the guard, but didn't even move, which made him grunt again:

"Are you deaf, asshole? Fuck off faster, agent, you're already on our staff!"

Silent scene.

[fireflyhwufanficwriter]

My thoughts on Dr. Stone’s S03E07 (“Ray of Despair, Ray of Hope”)

(Safe to read for anime-only folks.)

My thoughts after watching Season Three, Episode Seven:

01. They're up against a storm, and all hands are on deck! :O

02. It's cool that there's a microphone thingy up where Kohaku is! She can relay information without having to shout - or ask questions, like she did when she asked about their lead when it comes to science! :)

03. Kaseki's so proud of the eyes of science that he made! :D

04. Ryusui is a very capable captain - he's very good at anticipating what the weather will be like! :O

05. This episode's title is "Ray of Despair, Ray of Hope" :)

06. And just like that, there's no more storm! Ryusui was right… AND he rewards hard workers! :D

07. Suika! :) I can't blame her for wanting to volunteer when Senku mentioned "recon squad," because reconnaissance is Suika's specialty! But clearly, Ryusui does NOT want her to go to the island! :O

08. The four-person team will consist of Senku, Soyuz, Kohaku, and Gen! :) Oh, they have a mechanized speedboat! :)

09. And so continues the tradition of Kohaku helping Senku climb high places :D Although this time, he WASN'T carried by the scruff of his robes like a little kitten, like when they were climbing the bald mountain to make powerful magnets... :D

10. Chrome isn't even annoyed or worried about Suika being there - he knows that Suika is capable and helpful in her own right, having been part of Gen's fake-murder investigation AND reconnaissance concerning Chrome's own incarceration. He has faith in Suika's abilities! :D

11. Aww, Suika wants to help, but I really see Ryusui's point as well! He's such a caring, responsible captain! He had to be stern, but it was because he was worried about Suika and wanted her to be safe! :')

12. And it was quite sweet of Francois to explain Ryusui's position to Suika! :D

13. And this Taiju-Suika interaction is so wholesome as well! Taiju knows she wants to help, so he gave her a way to do so! And Suika's not proud; she doesn't NEED to be a conquering hero or super detective or anything - she's just as happy with the prospect of helping to clean the ship! :)

14. Ginro saw a chance to get out of cleaning, and he took it! A perfect job for a man of the water! XD

15. Ukyo's realization about the statues' petrification... Ryusui's realization about somebody watching... and even Kohaku's realization/thought that something was shining on the ship... :O

16. Senku's STILL tired from all the physical exertion! I get ya, Senku... I get ya... :D

17. Oh, Soyuz... Oh, Gen... :O Seeing all of their friends petrified must have been... bone-chillingly HORRIFYING...! :O

18. And Ryusui kicked Suika away from the ship to save her! What a great guy! :O This was actually the action in the manga that made me like Ryusui! :)

19. Kohaku and a chasing-after-her Senku found a small seashell mystery, but Soyuz, Gen, and Suika have a bigger petrification mystery on their hands... :O

20. And now, Kohaku and Senku know the very bad news... Kohaku has ALWAYS taken immediate action when somebody was in danger... Senku, Suika, Kinro, Chrome... and Senku again... and now, SO many people, so many of her friends, are in danger! :(

21. Gen was SMART to tie a connecting rope between himself and Kohaku! XD But also... Kohaku must trust Gen a LOT to be so relaxed around him that she didn't notice him tying a piece of rope around her leg. She must REALLY trust Gen! :D

22. Soyuz has remembered a little bit more about his past... and I'm just gonna take this moment to say that Soyuz is SO muscular. Like, he is BUFF. He has muscles and muscles and muscles. He's not like Magma, who's, like, a bigger person - Soyuz is, like, wow! :O

23. And now, Senku and the others know more about the enemy... and more about their potential ally, thanks to some shell and insect analysis! :)

24. So Senku is using adhesive, or cyanoacrylate, and its steam lets fingerprints appear on seashells... did this happen in the manga? I don't remember this... :O

25. Gen thought of all that information AND found a strand of hair in the woods?! XD

26. The kingdom of science's blonde-haired centrifuge can also fight, and see things from great distances! :D

27. So Senku was carrying around microscope components in his pouches? Hmm, not the worst things to be carrying with you! :)

28. And now it's time for Kohaku and her vision to help! Dr. Stone is incredible at putting everybody's strengths and skills together to achieve great results! :D

29. Girl spotted! And a pretty girl, at that! :)

30. Hahaha, Kohaku's enjoying watching this unfold! XD

31. "A bride of the inner palace..." Uh-huh. Manga readers know that THAT means... :O

32. Confessing on the last possible day is so... traditional, hahaha! XD

33. Hmm, weird Senku face, and thick, black outlines for Senku and Gen... :O

34. Senku just outright asked Amaryllis where the treasure box is! XD

35. Kohaku just threw Senku to the wolves... wolf... girl! XD He does NOT appreciate it at ALL! :D

36. First, Soyuz, and now, Senku... and Amaryllis has to keep correcting herself because Senku... well, his might isn't on the outside, that's all I'll say! XD

37. Gen said, "That kind of attack isn't going to work on Senku-chan. Not until civilization is restarted." Good information, Gen! :D

38. Kohaku's right arm got so muscular after she offered to embrace Gen! XD I don't think this was in the manga either, but it's funny! XD

39. I also don't think this chloroacetone tear gas stuff was in the manga... Unless I also forgot about it... but I CANNOT believe that I forgot SO much stuff from the manga :O

40. I know it's a serious scene, but the idea that becoming the prettiest girl was the only way to save everybody she knew is funny! It's the kind of thing that would only make sense in ONE specific context... in this case, Dr. Stone XD

41. Oooh, the island's most beautiful girl, Amaryllis, has joined the party! :D She knows the secret of the petrification beam; she is indeed very pretty; and her turquoise-colored accessories (are they made from shells of some sort?) are a really pretty color! :)

42. So at the moment, we have most of the crew petrified, some people who are NOT petrified, and Amaryllis is about to tell Senku and the others the secret of the petrification beam! :O We also have a new post-credits title card animation thingy, and the next episode's title is going to be, "The Trump Card Aboard the Science Vessel!" After I find something to eat for breakfast, I'll get right to watching that! :D

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[thevulturesquadron]

Stranger Things soft found-family headcanons:

Steve, Eddie & and the six nuggets adopted along the way: 

Dustin:  Dustin loves the both of them in the most genuine and open way. They both filled an empty place in his life, one that always ached, but that he never dared to dwell on, because he was afraid that if he was not strong enough and self-sufficient enough his mother would have felt like she had failed him as a parent. With them around, he learns that he doesn’t have to constantly prove himself, that being vulnerable is ok, and that it’s a necessary part of growing up. After Steve and Eddie sort out their feelings, the most important approval and acceptance for them is Dustin’s. Neither wants to lose or change the way the boy is part of their lives and they don’t want to make him feel less comfortable around them. When they tell him, one late evening after the usual D&D game, Dustin admits he doesn’t fully understand it yet. Instead he stares at both from across the table - maps, dice, fallen figurines and scattered bowls and bottles forgotten - with the seriousness of an old man: ‘But you’re happy, right?’ Their immediate reassurances and smiles are not enough to chase all the worries from his brow, not until he finds the courage to ask what’s on his mind ‘That... doesn’t change anything, does it? Like... you won’t end up spending more time with each other and forgetting about me or, I don’t know, making up excuses for not being around?’ In the brief silence between the three of them, the duo realizes that Dustin was just as afraid of losing them as they were of losing him. And they cry. Eddie is the first. Oh, how he tried to smile and joke and reassure, but his voice is shaky and choked and there is no stopping the tears. Because he thought this type of love and acceptance was reserved for other people that were not... him. He was never that lucky. Dustin cries under the overwhelming relief that nothing was going to change. And Steve holds them both, arms wrapped around them like life itself was depending on it and he lets his tears soak the hair on top of Eddie’s head. For the first time he felt loved within the walls of his own house. ‘And you’re not allowed to fight! Cause I am not taking sides and neither of you gets to walk away!’. Dustin sees the best in them, past their flaws, and constantly reminds them of that, which, in return, makes both of them want to grow and be better people. For Dustin. They both owe him so much more than he thinks he owes them. 

Max:  Steve is the big brother she chooses. They share an unspoken trauma, they’d pushed and pulled at each other’s seams through past events, tiptoeing around feelings of a ghost family they never had, that they’d been yearning for subconsciously, until they’d grown into it. And it came so naturally. It just happened slowly and steadily, creeped into their everyday interactions until it became the norm. There’s unspoken love between them, and it makes room for teasing and poking and bickering and big brother energy - because that’s what siblings do at their age. With Eddie, she always likes to play smart-ass. If him and Steve are having an argument about a thing or another, she always picks Steve’s side even if everyone knows that she probably agrees with the other. ‘It’s about loyalty’ she once admitted with a shrug. But when it comes to serious, life-related questions, she always goes to the metalhead because she knows Eddie has life figured out better than Steve, even if by a little bit. Their conversations are always private and he respects that. Eddie provides her with a safe space to express/experiment with things that would make Steve go into his 'no means no’ pose. She likes them both a lot, and they both fit well in her carefully picked family, but in her own ways she’ll always be protective of Steve. One time, when she asked Eddie if she could try smoking with him, late one night on his porch, she flat-voiced threatened to shave his hair if he ever ended up hurting Steve. 

Will: Will falls under Eddie's wing - he has a big special place in Eddie's heart, and his attention, because of their life experiences as nerds that are passionate about the things they do, and just because of their sheer existence as young gay men growing up in a small town in the 80s. But for some reason Will ends up having an easier time asking Steve about relationships and matters of the heart. Things like ‘How do you do this or that?’ or ‘When you said that to Eddie what did you mean?’.  With Eddie it’s more of a silent conversation; he doesn't need to ask or look for much because Eddie can read him well and knows exactly what he needs to hear; things he wishes someone would have told him when he was the boy’s age. Will loves talking to Steve because he’s always acting first and thinking later. Most of Will’s questions take him by surprise, as if he’s never considered them before and he takes the time to answer each and every one of them. The teenager finds comfort in seeing that things aren't meant to be figured out from the start and he likes the way Steve doesn’t treat him as a kid in those moments, but instead creates the space for him to process these thoughts. Also Will develops a bit of a teenager crush on Steve; the one you get on people you admire, one that brings him comfort and hope. Eddie knows and gently smiles every time he catches the slight tint in Will’s cheeks and the way his face brightens up when Steve is around. He also loves to tease Steve about it.

Lucas: He is under Steve's wing; he's the athletic one, the more social one. Steve always hypes him up and supports his dreams of becoming a professional basketball player. He’s always there for him for practice and during matches. Sometimes they train together, sometimes Steve takes Lucas for a run and sometimes they just spend time together - on a couple of occasions Steve asks him if he wants to try bowling or learn how to play pool. One time he got them tickets to a game in Indianapolis when Lucas’ favourite team was playing. They team up a lot, they get competitive a lot with other people. And Lucas is just... happy Steve is there for everyone, that he is part of Max’s life. He looks up to him and, ever since he stood between him and Billy, Steve has become a bit of a role model for him. The way Lucas was ready to face Jason that night in Creel’s house was in some parts something he had learned from Steve - it wasn't about winning, it wasn’t about coming out on top or being the hero, it was about being the shield the person he loved needed him to be. 

Mike: well Mike is under both of their wings. Mike is always giving Steve a hard time, more than any of the other teenagers, and Steve is always complaining about what a little shit he is. It gets worse when they take the kids on road trips. Most incidents end up with Steve looking at Eddie in the most ‘you deal with it or so help me god I’ll hang him in a tree by his underwear and drive away’ way.  Eddie finds their history and conflicts endearing, knowing that in spite of all the bravado Steve would jump through fire for Mike if he had to. So he always... finds himself in the middle, soothing the conflict; Eddie pulls Steve aside and tells him Mike is just a kid, that he’s just riling him up because he can and because Steve falls so easily for it. He also asks Steve to give him a break; ‘Mike is wired differently; he’s confused, needs time to figure himself out. Not his fault.’  But when Steve’s not around he teases Mike and pushes all the right buttons to give him a taste of his own medicine because he's not about to let a half-baked shrimp get under his boyfriend's skin and get away with it. They both care about him, a care that is rooted in different places. All the while, Mike is not really aware of how much they actually mean to him or how much he relies on them because he never stops to think about it. Sometimes Eddie points out that the two of them have a lot in common and Steve absolutely hates it, but he knows. He knows he needs to and wants to give the kid the space and time to figure himself out cause uh boy, when he was his age he was waaaay worse and he doesn’t want to think about the sort of person he would have turned out to be if people hadn't given him a chance.  

El: It takes some time for the girl to figure out what the duo means to her. Steve, for some reason, is just smitten with her. In his eyes she’s a badass and he takes every chance he has to ramble about how impressive she is. That feeling only grows stronger over time, and it becomes obvious that it has less to do with her powers and more to do with just El being El. He can’t help but feel proud of her even if he had nothing to do with it. Eventually she gets really close to Eddie. He’s like no one she has ever met before, someone with so much personality, with no interest in fitting in anywhere and so comfortably loud about being himself. She wants to learn how all of that works because she’d like that for herself. In the beginning, Eddie feels awkward around her. It’s unnerving, the way she stares at him, as if she can see right through his soul, through every lie he jokingly tells to protect his emotions. Then, as they become closer, the questions start pouring. The most awkward, curious and unfiltered questions at the most inappropriate times. He’ll never forget (not that people would allow him to) that one morning when the Byer-Hopper family invited everyone over for breakfast, and, after intently staring at both him and Steve for the longest time, she ended up asking, mouth full of scrambled eggs and bacon, if they’d gotten into a fight or had been caught by the police doing something bad because of Steve’s bruised wrists. Yep, because of moments like these Eddie finds himself conflicted, torn between the warning signs that tell him to keep his stupid mouth shut, and just falling in love with her; because she is the most raw and unhinged person he’s ever met. She reminds him of a simpler time, reminds him there’s no need for complicated thoughts and convoluted ways to express his feelings. And in turn, he pours all that honesty in the way he loves Steve. Because El reminds him there’s nothing more powerful and courageous than making yourself vulnerable in the arms of the people you love and trust.  

Bonus: 

Erica: You can count on her to keep them humble and she makes no exceptions, or at least it takes people a very long time to figure out that she does, in fact, play favourites. She loses not one beat when it comes to taking Eddie off of his high horses. Steve, however is another story. When Eddie eventually calls her out on it, because he’s her ‘goddam DM and dice provider, what has Harrington ever done for you?’ she nonchalantly enunciates that she and Steve go waaaay back, he did his time in sailor shorts, trial by fire and all of that. Also free ice cream. Ever since, Eddie wouldn’t be caught admitting it, but he’s been trying to get in her good graces, a tint bothered and jealous over how Steve was managing what no one else could, and he wasn’t even aware of it. In spite of her constant nagging and endless well of judgmental opinions, over time, Erica becomes more and more present in their lives. They don’t point it out because they’ve grown fond of her; and because, even if Erica never asked if she could stick around, she always finds ways of showing how much she appreciates it.

[trimisu]

Alright so we’re starting off with an angsty one. Reader has an uterus and their period came by with a LOT of cramps.

So they’re managing for karasuno and there is one person mutually pining (Ehe suga Ehe) and suddenly the cramps kinda explode and reader feels like they’re about to collapse

So they like grabs the nearest wall/door/windowsill and their grip is so strong their fingers are turning white and shit

At some point their body decides: screw this, emergency shutdown and they just double over and faint

The look of pure horror on the boys’ faces as they turn around at the sound of a pretty loud thud and realize that’s one of their managers!! On the floor!!! Unconscious!!

Shit immediately goes down and takeda, Ukai and suga (who was standing closest to y/n) kneel down next to them to check what’s going on and sugas heart breaks as he hears his crush whimper because of the pain they’re in

Bonus points if they realize there is blood (period and all) and kiyoko and yachi immediately know what’s going on but the others don’t and the boys think they’re gonna die or smth

Daichi and ennoshita would probably be the only ones to catch onto what’s wrong

Ahem that was rambling number one

Contain/s: period blood, fem!reader, just pure brainrot

A/n: WHERE 👏 CAN 👏 I 👏 GET 👏 A 👏MAN 👏 LIKE 👏 SUGA????

Reading this makes me realize I don't really post my works with periods on it, maybe because I couldn't remember how I felt or what am i doing during my period 😭 not to mention I have irregular periods, so I still haven't have it in months 🙂 which makes me think that I might be horrible at doing period-related fics.

N e ways, I've ramble enough now! Let's go back to the ask

Masterlist

I feel like, besides Daichi and Ennoshita, Tanaka would also catch on (since he has an older sister) and be like "(Y/n)-san is on her period!!" until the others (who are smart enough or has sisters who already experienced the bloody nightmare) would go like: :0

#tanaka-feeling-happy-that-he-smart-again

I also think that since Hinata's sister is like 6(?) years old, he would be the one panicking the most once he saw a lot of blood staining your gym pants/skirt and start saying, "what do we do??" "she lost too much blood! Is she going to die???"

Meanwhile, Kiyoko asks Suga if he could lend his jacket for a while to cover up the stain on your gym pants/skirt, while Yachi go look through her bag to get an extra pad for you. Sugawara agrees and gave Kiyoko the jacket.

He watch her place his jacket on your back and wrap its sleeve on your waist, and imagine him wishing that it was his arms hugging your waist (•‿•) but he just brush off that thought because you're in pain and you need help :(( so, with the help of Kiyoko and Yachi, they bought brought you to the infirmary

Now, imagine waking up in the infirmary, the pain now subdue and is now replaced with something hot. You looked down to see a hand holding a hot ice bag onto your abdomen. Looking beside you, you can see Sugawara concentrating at the ice bag he was holding on your abdomen.

Once Sugawara saw you're awake, he starts asking if you're okay and if you are still in pain, maybe about the hot water in the ice bag if it is too hot for you and he would also give you pain killers given by the nurse to subdue the pain :D

To cut it short, once you guys leave the infirmary, Sugawara would always check up on you if you need anything or if you are in pain! Plus, he would also bring an extra jacket for you, just in case your pad overflowed and you didn't notice that your skirt was stained (•‿•) I feel like doing this made your relationship with him even more closer (•‿•)

Anyways, Sugawara is a 100/10, he helps, he cares, and most importantly, he is by your side 24/7!

[stagemanagerssaygo]

Heaven and Hell: or my experience being a person of color in Disney’s Hyperion Theater

by Cooper Howell

Heaven and Hell: or my experience being a person of color in Disney's Hyperion Theater. #holdingtheateraccountable Im just gonna go ahead and be straight up. This is pretty scary to share. HEAVEN: Once upon a time Liesl Tommy cast me as Prince Hans in Frozen: Live at the Hyperion. And I was gooped. GOOPED. There was nothing in my prior history that gave any indication this was possible. Up until then every role I played had to do with my race. Every. Single. One. And even ones where it didn’t (Shakespeare or classical pieces mostly) I was always made aware that the novelty of me being a poc in that role that gave me the part. So much did I not expect to get this part that when I got the callback I rolled my eyes and didn’t take the actual callback seriously. I mean, there was a zero percent chance that Disney would ever let me play a Prince, especially when the dude in the movie is a ginger. But then I got it. And immediately everything I thought was possible about my career changed. My whole life I’ve never inwardly felt black. I’ve never inwardly felt white. I’ve always felt like I was Cooper, you know, on the inside. But whether it was every single white human in Utah reminding me that I was “the whitest person they ever knew/saw” (which DIDNT mean how white my skin was. It was how white I ACTED) or Mr. Johnson, my 7th grade drama teacher, telling me that he “wanted to put Velcro on the ceiling to see if I’d stick” or Mr. Smith, my high school drama teacher, saying “finally we can do black shows” as soon as I entered high school and then not casting me in roles because of the "optics" of it, or even my best friend in high school Tanner Harmon who called me "blackie", I was always reminded that I was an other. So imagine getting paid good money to put on that $10,000 costume and waltzing out to 4000 people a day to play a really amazing part. A fantastic, evil, complicated, person who sings a killer duet and then grabs the show by the throat with a vicious about-face monologue... and not once was my race ever mentioned cuz it didnt matter. What was being prized was Cooper, my talent, not my skin color that I never asked for. Heaven. Liesl MADE SURE, almost overly sure, that the poc’s in the cast felt equal. The kingdom of Arendelle, after all, is a make believe place. It can be whatever. From having Disney executives come and tell us that they were happy to have us there, to side conversations with John Lasseter, we were made to feel overly welcome playing the parts we were playing. She encouraged us to dive deeper into the script of a cartoon that I didnt really think much of until I was in it. We were encouraged to ask why. We felt seen as talent and not commodities. There were, of course, detractors. Gosh, I remember people at a party of cast members from "Mickey and the Magical Map" another show at Disneyland which features a princess and the frog number and many of those casts mates angrily claiming that “if that black girl Tiana Okoye can play Elsa than I should be able to play Princess Tiana” and then looking at me to confirm that was okay to say, not realizing that a) she’s one of my best friends, b) that I’m in the show with her also playing a role that wasn't created to be a poc, c) how racist that sounded, and d) why there's a difference there and why that wouldn't make sense. On Liesls final night I came up to her and said “I don’t know why you did it but thank you so much for casting ME in this part” to which she replied “you mean why would I cast a handsome, talented person in this role?” And I stuttered something like “well, I mean, I’m black. You know...” to which she tilted her head to her side and said “no. I don’t know why. Tell me why that matters.” And I had no answer. Seeing that I had no answer she smiled. That was the answer. There was no reason. On the spot my outlook about myself changed. Windows into what I thought was possible for me opened. -------------------------------------- HELL: And then Liesl went back to NYC and she was replaced by a man named Roger Castellano as show director. Rogers task, he told us on the first day, was to "change the show". We were not told what needed to be changed or even why, but that changes were on the horizon. You've got to understand: to a full cast of actors who had just spent more than three months dissecting a 60 page Disney script with a Tony nominated director like it was Shakespeare, we were initially emotionally/mentally/spiritually resistant to changes. But then it became clear that the spirit of collaboration was over, and the show changes were to be given without the same care, consideration, and thematic explanation of why they were being made. Everyones initial reaction was to push back, but when people who questioned their notes or their changes started getting days removed their schedule or being replaced entirely by a new actor, the Hyperion theater became a place where no one was allowed to speak out. Injustices were happening left and right and no one felt they could do anything for fear of losing their livelihood. And that's when the Frozen: Live at the Hyperion became a living hell. In my first note session with Roger he pulled me into a room with Domonique Paton, my best friend and incredible costar who played princess Anna in the show I was in. She just so happens to also be black. Almost all of Prince Hans’s scenes in the show are with her character and so most of my notes would be primarily based on those interactions with her. Earlier in the day I performed with a different (white) actress but it was the show with Domonique that I had a note session about. Imagine my surprise and dismay when, with how Liesl set up the show experience, we were told this: “WHEN THE TWO OF YOU PERFORM THE SHOW TOGETHER ITS TOO… URBAN.” Urban. What else could that have meant, do you think? He could have said maybe “too contemporary” emphasizing that we were maybe too modern in our speech patterns or movements. We weren’t. He could have said “too lax” or “too loose” meaning that maybe we were being unprofessional and goofy up there because we’re really good friends. We were not. The best me and Ms. Paton could think of was a 8 count moment of improv dance that me and Domonique decided to use as a synchronized moment of unity. It happened to fall on the line “our mental synchronization can have but one explanation” and thought, with the freedom that Christopher (the original choreographer) had given us, was appropriate, especially considering everyone behind us was doing the robot. As in the 80s robot. But he didnt clarify. He just said “WHEN THE TWO OF YOU PERFORM THE SHOW TOGETHER IT’S TOO… URBAN” And when asked what he meant he smiled with a little shrug and said "you can figure that out. You're smart." And thats how I became Black Hans and Domonique became Black Anna. My every moment onstage afterwards became about the optics of being a poc in that show. It was if I was suddenly made aware that I was LUCKY enough to be there and under any normal circumstances, or this new directors circumstances, me getting this part would have never happened. But the message was clear. It was especially clear when me and Domonique Paton shows together durastically decreased and made even more clear when the vast majority of the new hires were not people of color. But no one said anything. And made even MORE clear when, over the next few weeks, both Domonique and I got COPIOUS notes, ten times that of our coworkers that played the same parts. It was almost a game. In fact we did turn it into a game, seeing who would get the least amount of notes from him in a day. Our costars would even joke about it onstage with us, during the ballroom scene, and jokingly whisper "The shows been up 15 minutes. How many do you think you got today?" But no one said anything. And the notes were about all kinds of things. How we held our hand. If our inflections went up or down on a word. Which side of a couch we leaned on… which was fine! When you're an actor, thats the gig... until we started comparing our notes with the actors that played our same parts and none of them, NONE, would get the same notes. Our notes would be outrageously longer, the note sessions sometimes lasting 10/15 minutes. Others would get the “Oh hey, try doing this or that next time, okay bye” walk-by notes. Sometimes I would sneak into the audience and watch as some of the other Han's, some of whom changed lines, changed entire intentions of scenes, some of whom adding in all types of vocalizations and cackles and dance moves and what have you, and would receive ZERO notes. But I was watching them to see what was wrong with me. What was my performance missing? What am I actually doing to feel this singled out. And then I realized that the thing that was wrong with me was that I was a different color than the 5 other white Hans's they cast. And then I started getting notes about my penis. Most of the time these “penis sessions”, as I called them, were given in private rooms without another stage manager present. It was incredibly unpleasant and unprofessional. In fairness, those Prince Hans pants are TIGHT! And yes, Mr. Howell is indeed a party in the front and a party in the back, but so were a lot of those fellas. And thats where I put my foot down. If Disney was going to provide me with a costume it is not my responsibility to fix their problem, especially when other of my (white) costars had been given a dance belt for the same thing. But they never got penis notes. Private session notes about what their penis looked like in that show. Over and over again I was told to fix it, to not make it (my dick) so apparent, and that “if my daughter were younger I wouldn’t want her to come to a show you were performing at" all the more insulting considering his daughter, a cast member in the show, was a friend of mine and the loveliest person. He started demanding that I buy a dance belt. It was “my fault”, “my responsibility” …and thats where I took my stand. And then it really became hell. Penis sessions were now done out in the open. Once, he screamed at me, in the green room in front of all of my costars during lunch, about how incredible unprofessional I was, about how he was tired of seeing my dick, and that if I didnt go buy myself one I didnt deserve to be there anymore. Followed by a huge litany of notes. That doesnt compare to some of what Domonique went through and I invite her to share them if she’s willing. During this time I went to every stage manager in the building and told them about being singling out and about my penis. They all told me to write a complaint report and it would go to some place called "HR". Which I did. Numerously. More months passed. Nothing from "HR". Multiple cast members who witnessed my note sessions encouraged me to go to the HR themselves. I didnt honestly know what an HR was. As soon as it was explained to me by my allies even what an HR was I went to the head of HR at Disneyland herself and waited outside of her door. I asked her if she got any of my HR reports and she told me that she had received no HR reports from the Hyperion. Ever. And then asked me to fill out a HR form. As we went over it, she asked me some questions, and then set up a second meeting. On the second meeting she said that in order for my report to be given credence I would need witnesses to give their testimony. The witnesses, in fact the very people that told me to go to HR in the first place, said no. They didnt want to lose their jobs. In retrospect that might be the thing that hurt the most but, whatever... anyway, I was told "“well… without testimonies we’ll do an investigation and we’ll call you when we’ve completed it.” I never received a phone call. With absolutely zero protection from the stage managers from both the sexual harassment or my obvious racial targeting I (and others) were experiencing, not to mention that HR reports were doing nothing, aka not being forwarded, I thought about quitting. And when a white stage manager made a show mistake and laughed it off to the cast by saying an entirely offensive lynching joke, I quit. I didnt matter to Disney. How I felt and what I was being put through didnt matter. I was a commodity. My departure was unceremonious. Bizarre. 100% un-magical. I hung up my costume one last time and it was given to a new Hans, one who looked very much like me oddly, and stepped out of the theater. The park was playing “every wish your heart desires will come to you” and I remember laughing at how dead that song felt. The director has since moved on but still works as a musical theater director in Southern California. This one time 4 years ago I got to feel something other than my color for the first and only time in my professional career. It lasted from about March 2016 to July 2016 and never again since. I will never forget in those early days looking at all the beautiful princesses I got to woo and thinking “wow. I’m a prince right now.” Im sure that sounds stupid. But it didn't feel stupid. And a Disney prince! Yeah, a shitty prince kinda... I mean, he's a sociopath... BUT still a Prince! Especially special was being able to look in Dominique’s eyes and I could see the same glimmer of “can you believe we get to do this right now” reflected back. We never knew it was in the cards for us. My race always has and will always be part of my career equation and a determining factor of its projection. It will always be a determining factor in how im treated, by creatives, by people, by the those in authority over me, including the government and the police. #wasitmyskin

Copied in its entirety here from Cooper Howell’s public Facebook post: https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10163696376095054&set=a.10151302685610054&type=3&theater

[belphies-wife]

What Naps Are Like With Them (Everyone)

In celebration of my first post kinda blowing up, I wrote a little something for all the characters, including Luke! (platonically for him, of course)

Again, thank you guys for all the love on my Satan Reacting to Montero fic <3 I’ll be working on requests after this.

Also, no beta we die like Lilith.

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Lucifer

➼ Never sleeps, e v e r

➼ His brothers would destroy the House of Lamentation in his sleep

➼Took a while to convince him to take a nap with you because of this

➼ His brothers listen to you more than they listen to their older brother, so you begged them to behave for a few hours so that their older brother can rest for once

➼ You will use your pact if you have to, just please let this man sleep

➼ You made sure to pick a day where you know Lucifer hadn’t slept the night before due to his workload

➼ Seriously, you had to talk to Diavolo about that

➼ You both got into your comfiest pajamas and played some soft classical music for ultimate relaxation

➼ You thought about taking a picture of hm while he slept

➼ He saw it coming and had you sleep facing away from him with his arms wrapped around you so you couldn’t turn around

➼ Smart bastard

➼  If you complain about it he’ll laugh at you

➼ Hey, at least you get cuddles

➼ Luci here looks so calm and peaceful while he sleeps, it’s adorable

➼ No wonder everyone tries to take a picture of him sleeping

➼ He’s a heavy sleeper, so you end up having to wake him up after a few hours

➼ He thanks you

➼ He’s well-rested and in a good mood for the rest of the day

➼ His brothers obviously take advantage of that

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Mammon

➼ Unlike most of his brothers, he actually has a decent sleep schedule (most of the time)

➼ However, if you wanted to take a nap with him, he wouldn’t say no

➼ Well, he’d say no, but then say yes immediately after

➼ “Whaddya mean you wanna take a nap with me? Do I look like Belphie!?”

➼ Blushing like crazy while complaining, as usual

➼ “Fine, I’ll go nap with him, then.”

➼ “Oi! Come back here! I changed my mind, I wanna take a nap!”

➼ Tsundere baby

➼ Obviously, you tease him about it

➼ “Jealous, huh? I thought that was Levi’s thing.”

“Shut up! Are we gonna cuddle or not?”

“I said nap, not cuddle.”

➼ Cue the pout

➼ The definition of the 🥺 face

➼ Please love this child

➼ “I’m kidding, of course we’re gonna cuddle.”

➼ Usually a little spoon

➼ Unless he’s in a jealous mood

➼ If he is, he will hold on to you like his life depends on it.

➼ More teasing, obviously

➼ If you think about it, Greed and Envy are very similar

➼ Poor baby wants love

➼ New drinking game: take a shot every time I call Mammon a baby

➼ I shot of water, I know you’re dehydrated

➼ Anyways, naps with Mammon = cuddles

➼ Either you’re holding him to you or he’s holding you to him

➼ f o r e h e a d  k i s s e s

➼ Mammon gets nightmares about what happened with Belphie sometimes, so lots of comfort cuddles

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Leviathan

➼ “Levi, did you sleep at all last night?”

➼ Obviously not

➼ He was up all night binge watching the latest season of “The Magical Ruri Hanai: Demo Girl”’s  spin-off series

➼ Why would you even ask?

➼ “Levi, did you stay up all night?”

➼ He looked away, a little embarrassed. “Uh, yeah.”

➼ “Levi, honey. You need to sleep. It’s not good for your health to be staying up so late.”

➼ Leviathan.exe has stopped working

➼ You’re worrying about him?????

➼ And you’re calling him honey?????

➼ Are you trying to kill him?????

➼ “You must be exhausted. Wanna take a nap?”

“Oh, uh. Yeah. I guess I could use a nap.”

“Alright. We should go to my room, since there’s more room on my bed than in your tub.”

➼ Wait you meant a nap together????

➼ You’re really trying to kill him.

➼ Usually, he’d make fun of you and call you a normie.

➼ But he was currently too busy dying.

➼ If somehow you managed to resurrect him and get him to your room to nap, then you’d know this shy boi is a little spoon.

➼ Does this really come as a surprise to anyone? It shouldn’t.

➼ He’s blushing like crazy the whole time.

➼ “Levi, if you can't sleep with me here, I can leave.”

“No!”

➼ He does sleep eventually.

➼ Sweet baby cuddles you in his sleep.

➼ Wholesome af

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Satan

➼ As the most responsible one in the family, he has a pretty good sleep schedule, so he doesn’t normally take naps.

➼ However, if you ask him to, he’ll agree. 

➼ If it makes you happy he’ll do it <3

➼ He’s not really touchy-feely and won’t initiate any cuddling.

➼ Dude that you asked to nap because you were tired and wanted to sleep.

➼ Nah bro, you just want cuddles.

➼ While he won’t initiate any cuddles, if you make it more obvious that you want some, he’ll give them to you.

➼ Big spoon

➼ If you want him to be the small spoon, he will, but he’ll be flustered af.

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Asmodeus

➼ “Asmo, wanna sleep together?”

➼ Could you have made a poorer word choice?

➼ No, you could not.

➼ This boy literally made the lenny face.

➼ “Asmo, I meant a nap.”

“Well, I suppose that’ll satisfy me for now.”

➼ You then proceeded to smack him with a pillow.

“Hey! Don’t mess up my hair!”

➼ You had to wait for him to take off his makeup and change his clothes and stuff.

➼ It’s a process.

➼ Cuddle’s tf out of you.

➼ He’ll be the big spoon or the little spoon. It doesn’t matter to him, so you can decide.

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Beelzebub

➼ Takes naps with Belphie a lot and thought it was cute that you also wanted to nap.

➼ Pre-nap snack first, though.

➼ Then he’s ready.

➼ Sweet boi will enjoy the nap whether he’s a big spoon or little spoon.

➼ If you’re happy, he’s happy <3

➼ You kiss his face a lot.

➼ He thinks you’re the cutest little human ever when you do that.

➼ I’d say soft Beel, but when is he ever not soft?

➼ Not counting the custard incident

➼ He Likes to kiss the top of your head while you sleep.

➼ He definitely snores.

➼ It takes some getting used to, but you’re not gonna let keep you from cuddling your big boi.

➼ It honestly feels really safe and comforting to just be wrapped up in his arms.

➼ Equally comforting to have his head resting against you.

➼ Overall just really soft.

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Belphegor

➼ You don’t even need to ask. He’s the king of naps.

➼ Being around Belphie for an extended period of time makes you sleepy.

➼ You’re not sure if it’s because he’s sleep or if it’s because he has some sort of sleep-power.

➼ Any time you cuddle you end up taking a nap.

➼ Do I even have to say it?

➼ S m a l l  s p o o n

➼ The smallest spoon.

➼ As the youngest, he’s the most spoiled, so he’s really really clingy and just expects you to drop whatever you’re doing at any given time to nap with him.

➼ I mean, you’d probably do it even if he didn’t expect you to.

➼ He does this adorable thing when he’s sleepy and he sees you nearby where he’ll go up to you and wrap his arms around you and rest his head against your shoulder and just say “Sleep, please.”

➼ You will stop whatever you’re doing no matter what and go up to the attic to nap with him.

➼ Not an exaggeration. It’s happened while Lucifer was talking to you before he he was p i s s e d.

➼ It was obviously intentional

➼ But how can you say no to his cute face?

➼ He seems to be able to keep you from having nightmares and you sleep 100x better with him than on your own

➼ Softest boi

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Simeon

➼ While he may dress like a stripper, this man is an angel and is pure™

➼ Anything you want, you’ll get. How can he ever deny you a thing?

➼ He can’t.

➼ You want naps? You get naps.

➼ You want cuddles? You get cuddles.

➼ You want sleepy kisses? You get sleepy kisses.

➼ Hotel? Trivago.

➼ But seriously, sleepy kisses are definitely a thing.

➼ Especially forehead kisses.

➼ Big spoon. He likes to hold you.

➼ Sweet boy loves you so much 🥺

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Luke (Platonically)

➼ Purgatory Hall has weekly movie nights, and they invite you over a lot to join them.

➼ You and Solomon have a very long list of human world movies you want Simeon to watch, but the poor man can’t figure out how Devilflix works for the life of him, so group movie nights are the only way.

➼ Not that any of you mind, of course.

➼ Luke begged Simeon to let him join you guys (he has a pretty strict bedtime)

➼ Simeon lets him occasionally if the movie is appropriate.

➼ Luke insisted on sitting next to you and sharing any treats he made that day.

➼ Poor baby ended up falling asleep not even halfway through the movie.

➼ Solomon obviously made fun of him.

➼ “Looks like it’s naptime for the little chihuahua.”

“Don’t tease him!” You say, defending Luke.

➼ At some point, Luke shifts so that he’s leaning against you in his sleep.

➼ You coo at how cute the ‘lil cherub looks.

➼ Aaaand then you proceed to fall asleep as well.

➼ You woke up the next day still on the couch. You were pretty confused since Simeon usually carries anyone who falls asleep to their bed (or the guest room, in your case).

➼ Then you realize Luke still asleep and wrapped around you.

➼ HE IS THE MOST PRECIOUS BABY EVER

➼ You assumed Simeon didn’t want to attempt moving one of you and risk waking the other so he just left you too

➼ Whatever it was, you went back to sleep with the little cherub snuggling you

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Solomon

➼ Purgatory Hall sleepover!

➼ Everyone had already fallen asleep, so you asked Solomon if he’d be alright with you two sleeping together.

➼ Not a good idea.

➼ You’re both settled in his bed and you’re about to drift off to sleep when this silly little sorcerer decided to tickle you.

➼ You  s h r e i k

➼ “Solomon!”

➼ “Keep your voice down, dear. You wouldn’t want Simeon hearing and getting the wrong idea, now. Would you?”

➼ The  s m a c c  you gave him though-

➼ “Can I sleep now, or are you gonna keep bothering me?”

“You know you love me.” He grinned.

“Well, duh. But I also love sleep.”

➼ He does let you sleep after that.

➼ You fall asleep first, and one look at your sleeping face and he falls in love with you all over again.

➼ You’re so  p r e c i o u s.

➼ He held you close to him as you slept, pressing soft, featherlight kisses against our forehead and nose, careful not to wake you.

➼ He’s a bitch until you fall asleep, pretty much.

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Diavolo

➼ It wasn’t intentional for you to fall asleep, really.

➼ You’d had a long day, and you had been sitting with the demon prince at his palace as he told you about his day over a cup of tea.

➼ It wasn’t like what he was saying was boring.

➼ No, it’s just that you were so tired, and the sofa you were sitting on was so comfy, and Diavolo was talking so much.

➼ It didn’t help that the tea that Barbatos had prepared was especially soothing.

➼ You couldn’t help yourself. You dozed off.

➼ Diavolo continued talking, and probably would’ve gone on for a long while without even noticing if Barbatos hadn’t cleared his throat and gestured towards your sleeping form.

➼ If it had been anyone else, he would have deemed it disrespectful. 

➼ But it was you, and he had realized a long time ago that he was incapable of being upset with you.

➼ “It seems they’ve had a tiring day, my Lord. I suggest you let them rest.” Said Barbatos.

“Of course. I wouldn’t dream of disturbing them.” Carefully, he made his way over to you and pried the teacup from our hands so that you didn’t move and break it in your sleep.

➼ Then, he removed his suit jacket and draped it over you like a blanket.

➼ Not gonna lie, even Barbatos was a bit shooketh. 

➼ He didn’t say anything, though.

➼ Diavolo kissed your forehead lightly and had Barbatos bring him the last of his paperwork for the day, which he finished quickly while remaining by your side.

➼ After that he picked up our still sleeping form and brought you to his room where he tucked you in.

➼ He sent Lucifer a text saying that you would be staying the night at the palace then went to sleep after answering a few emails.

➼ He snores loudly, but you somehow managed to sleep through it.

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Barbatos

➼ Diavolo set up another palace retreat (because I said so)

➼ You had been assigned a room with Luke and Beelzebub that time.

➼ It went good at first, and everyone was sent off to sleep at around 10 p.m.

➼ At some point in the middle of the night, you awoke from a particularly nasty nightmare.

➼ You were more scared than usual when you woke up, since the room you were in was not your room at the House of Lamentation.

➼ It took a while for you to realize where you were and calm down, but even then you were to afraid to sleep.

➼ Slowly, you exited the room, careful not to disturb Luke and Beel.

➼ You made your way to Barbatos’ room and knocked softly.

➼ Briefly, you wondered if he was asleep, but then he opened the door.

➼ You silently panicked when you realized your hair was a mess and your clothing was rumpled from sleep, but your disheveled appearance didn’t seem to faze him.

➼ “Hello. I was just about to prepare for bed. Is something the matter?”

➼ Suddenly, you felt very, very silly to come to such an ancient, powerful being for help with a little nightmare.

➼ “Sorry, it’s nothing. I apologize for bothering you. I’ll leave.” You said, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“You never bother me, my dear. Would you like to come in?” He asked, opening the door wider and stepping aside.

“Yes. I would like that.”

“Is something bothering you?”

You blushed. “I had a nightmare. I couldn’t go back to sleep after that. I know, it’s silly.”

“Of course it isn’t.”

“Can I... Can I stay here with you tonight?”

“If it would make you feel better, you may.”

➼ Barbatos tucked you in then sat next to you, gently running his hands through your hair. He began singing an old song in some ancient, forgotten language. His voice was soft and soothing as he sang, and you found yourself unable to stay awake even if you tried.

➼ “Goodnight, my dear.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

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See You Tomorrow On The Other Side.

Pairing: Vampire!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Warnings: unprotected sex

Requested: nope

based on this prompt.

Summary: Nothing wrong with just wanting a taste, is there?

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! enjoy!

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Wait, why is it so cold?

Y/N blinked her eyes open, flinching when she felt blinding pain in the side of her neck. Touching it, she found out that she was bleeding. What in the world…? "What the fuck?" she mumbled, moving to turn on the night-light but instead, she heard loud gagging noises coming from next to her on the floor.

She froze. I live alone. And then her instincts kicked in. She started screaming, only for her mouth to be clamped shut by a cold, freezing hand. "Shut up! Don't scream!" a raspy voice hissed. "Who the fuck are you?" Y/N demanded, though her voice came out muffled. "Forget that— why the fuck does your blood taste so gross?" the man asked instead.

Y/N's eyes widened with fear. "My— you— who are you?!" she yelled. "Shush! It's the middle of the night!" the man groaned, "My name is Bucky Barnes, happy?" Y/N huffed, clutching the side of her neck. "And what the fuck do you mean by your blood tastes so gross?" she questioned. "Did I stutter? I mean exactly that. Why the fuck is it so disgusting?!"

Y/N froze for the second time that night. Her first thought was that it was a dream, but the very real pain in her neck and the blood on her fingers suggested otherwise. The man— Bucky— he bit her neck. And that had only one reasonable explanation. "Are you a vampire?" she blurted out.

"Aye, see? Knew you were smart," he beamed and she stared at him, shocked. "Vampires aren't real." His face dropped and he rolled his eyes. "Then how do you explain me?" He flexed and Y/N scrunched her nose in mild annoyance. "First off, you're too annoying. Second— what the hell are you doing in my house?!"

"What do you think I'm doing?! I was hungry! Now answer my damn question— why is your blood gross?" He tapped her on the forehead twice. She blinked. Well, since this night couldn't get any crazier… "I have anemia? I guess that's why. Now you answer my question! Why did you select me to be your food?"

"Because you look like a snack?" he offered sheepishly but she only raised an eyebrow. Bucky blushed a bit; he very well couldn't tell her that he had had a crush on her ever since he had seen her— that was a few months ago. Nothing wrong with just wanting a taste, is there? "Okay wait, come back to you— you have anemia?"

"Uh, yeah? Why do you care? Go away, dude, you got your taste, you didn't like it, now leave me alone!" Y/N scoffed, turning to lay back down but Bucky put an arm around her, pulling her back up. "No, we gotta talk about it. Are you taking anything for it? Supplements, Vitamin D pills…?" Y/N stared at him.

"No," she replied flatly, "Medicines taste bad and I've already come to terms with my condi—" Bucky scoffed harder. "Really? You are a dumbass, you know that? I'm bringing you the medicines tomorrow, and you're gonna take them every night in front of me, got it?" Nothing wrong with being worried about your darling's health.

"Do you usually get this involved with your prey/food?" Y/N deadpanned. "You're not— don't argue! If you're not going to take care of your health, I'm going to have to do it for you," Bucky huffed. "As sweet as the sentiment is, I think the fuck not. Goodnight, Bucky, I will not see you tomorrow." She gave him a sweet, fake smile and lay down.

This time, Bucky didn't stop her. "Dumbass," he muttered under his breath as he stood on the window sill, promptly turning into a bat before flying away into the night.

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"Hey, welcome home!"

Y/N screamed, almost dropping her bag of groceries on the floor as she whirled around to see Bucky sitting on the couch in the living room, flipping through the pages of a magazine. "Couldn't figure out how to turn on the TV," he muttered as Y/N eyed the magazine. She couldn't help but snort. "Ancient."

"Hey, rude." He narrowed his eyes at her and she narrowed hers right back. "Okay, had your fun reading the magazine? Now get lost or I'll call security," Y/N threatened him and stood in front of him, her arms crossed. He smirked and rose to his full height, causing Y/N's resolve to crumble.

He was much, much taller than her. "Go ahead, do it, baby girl," he whispered tauntingly, leaning in so that their faces were inches apart. Y/N whimpered involuntarily at his sweet scent, slapping a hand to her mouth in horror when she realized what she had just done. Bucky burst out laughing. "See? You want me here."

"Flatter yourself, Barnes," she mumbled but the truth was, she did want him there. The previous night, she had failed to notice just how beautiful he really was; now, she found out. He was also funny, charming, caring and sweet— not bad company. "So, am I cooking dinner for one or for two?"

"You? I'm cooking dinner! And you're gonna eat whatever the hell I'm going to make. Go take a bath in the meanwhile, I'll handle it." Bucky ushered her towards her bathroom and she blinked. "What, I— hey! Wait!" He stopped pushing her. "Why are you cooking for me?"

"Because your dumbass doesn't eat shit it should be eating and instead eats what it shouldn't! You're anemic, and yet I never see you eating food that has high levels of iron in it. You just don't care about your life, do you?" Y/N laughed, pinching his cold cheeks. "You're really cute, you know? Dude, I'll be fine—"

"Okay, how about this? I'm doing this for myself because your blood tastes gross and I gotta fix it," he suggested. "I have a solution: why don't you go find someone else to be your food? Look, my blood tastes bad, so why waste all your time trying to fix it? Get someone else, kill them!" Bucky pulled a face.

"Kill them? You think you'll die if I bite you?" Y/N nodded slowly. "Um, no, sweet pie, you won't die if I bite you. You'll… maybe get sick for a few days, but then you'll be fine," Bucky explained. "What if I don't want to get sick for a few days either? Just go away, find someone else, make them sick!" Bucky pouted.

"You really don't want me to be here?" he whined. "I— Fine! Fine! Cook whatever the hell you want, stay, but on one condition." A huge smile bloomed on the vampire's face as he nodded. "You don't get to bite me, ever." His face fell. "Not even a little…?" Y/N shook her head. He pouted harder. Y/N stared back, unwavering.

"A little, small bite…?"

"Bucky, don't push it," Y/N warned and Bucky immediately raised his arms in surrender. "Now go take a bath, I'm making food." With a small smile, Y/N entered the bathroom, starting to fill the tub up with water as she sat on the toilet seat, thinking back a few hours.

How did this even happen? First, she wakes up to find a stranger on her bedroom floor gagging on her "gross" blood; second, he reveals that he is a vampire and third, he wants to take care of her and wants her to get better. Teenage her, who was quite fond of Twilight, would've loved this dude.

But now? Y/N was still skeptical, but at least Bucky hadn't pulled any sketchy shit. So far, he had been nothing but sweet. "Maybe I can give him a chance," she whispered to herself. She had no doubt about the fact that he was a vampire; he was always cold, had sharp, pointy teeth and she had practically seen him turn into a bat last night.

So yeah.

Y/N was going to allow a vampire to take care of her.

"Oh good, you're here," Bucky called out when she finally walked out of her room in her pajamas. "Smells good, what did you make?" Y/N smiled, sitting down at the kitchen island. Bucky placed a plate in front of her. "Beans. We'll start small. Do you eat meat?" Y/N nodded, eating a spoonful of the beans.

"Mm," she groaned, "These are so good! You're a great cook, Bucky." He rubbed the back of his neck shyly as Y/N beamed at him. "Thanks. My ma taught me, back in the 1500's." Y/N's eyes widened. "How old are you?" she asked with disbelief as she picked up the bread he had prepared along with the beans.

"A few centuries. You kinda lose count after a long time," he laughed. "Were you born a vampire or were you turned into one later in life?" Bucky pondered for a few seconds. "I was born one. My ma and my pa were both vampires." Y/N nodded before looking at him with a curious look. "What do you want to ask?" he teased upon seeing her expression. She chuckled.

"Can I become a vampire too?"

Bucky froze. "Do you want to be one?" he spoke slowly. "I mean, sounds cool, don't you think? Of course, I'm not completely sure, I just— wanna know how you turn someone into a vampire. Can you turn someone into one?" she blurted out. Bucky gulped hard; God knew he had been dreaming about turning her into a vampire ever since he had seen her.

Vampires having relationships with humans wasn't uncommon but he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. And with vampirism comes one boon— immortality. So, if he turned her into a vampire, they could be together forever and always, literally. "I— I can turn people into vampires. All it takes is a neck bite."

Her brows furrowed. "But you bit me last night, am I—" Bucky shook his head. "You aren't a vampire, Y/N. There is a specific spot on a person's neck that you have to bite in order to turn them into a vampire. I didn't bite you there." She nodded and exhaled. "Good. I don't wanna be a vampire just yet, gotta think more before making a decision."

"So in the future maybe, you'll be open to becoming a vampire?" Bucky asked, his hopefulness shining through in his voice. Y/N laughed. "Wanna turn me into a vampire that bad?" she teased and Bucky looked away, an embarrassed look on his face. "I'm not desperate," he muttered. Y/N finished eating her dinner, did her nightly routine and got into bed.

Bucky soon approached with two pills in his open palm, his other hand holding a bottle of water. "Just gulp it quickly and you won't have to taste the pills," he reassured her as she eyed the pills with disdain. Putting her doubts aside, she quickly downed the pills, pulling a face as she did. Bucky ruffled her hair.

"Good job, sweet pie! See, easy, wasn't it? Now get a good night's sleep, I'll see you tomorrow evening." Y/N lay down on the bed, pulling the covers on top of her as she smiled sleepily at Bucky. "Goodnight, see you tomorrow," she yawned and Bucky gave her a huge smile before jumping out the window like he had done the night before; flying into the night as a bat.

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"Bucky! Are you here?"

Y/N walked into her dimly lit house, confused. All the lights were off, the house lit by candles placed strategically here and there. She could smell roses too. "Hi, sweet pie." A gasp escaped Y/N lips when Bucky walked out of the kitchen. He was dressed in an all-black suit, a suave smile on his face. She stood frozen as he approached her, taking her hand.

He pressed a kiss to her knuckles and Y/N found her voice. "What is this, Bucky?" she chuckled. "Our six month anniversary, sweet pie. Did you forget?" he pouted. Y/N laughed harder. "We're not dating." His smile stayed confident. "Would you like to?" She paused mid-laugh, staring at him through wide eyes filled with disbelief.

"Are you… asking me out?" she whispered and Bucky nodded. "Oh my— yes! Yes, Bucky!" She ran forward and jumped into his arms, ignoring how cold he was as she hugged him tightly, burying her face in his neck. As he stated, six months had passed since Y/N and Bucky became friends and Y/N was quickly falling for him.

He was literally perfect. There was nothing she didn't like about him; she had even gotten over the fact that he was a vampire. "Oh, fuck, I thought it was gonna fail," Bucky laughed as he pulled her flush against him, one arm wrapping around her waist as she other cradled her head. "No way, Buck, I've liked you for a while now."

Both of them walked into the kitchen, where Y/N got another shock. The floor was covered in rose petals; they formed the shape of a heart. There was a bouquet of roses sitting on the dining table as well, between two plates of delicious-looking food. Next to the vase were two bottles of expensive champagne, and two glasses.

"How long did this take?" she whispered, snuggling further into Bucky's arms as she admired the scene in front of her. "A few hours. But all worth it." He pressed a quick kiss to her temple. "The rose heart looks awesome," she grinned, thanking Bucky when he pulled out her chair for her. "Ha, thanks," he laughed.

They maintained a light-hearted conversation as they ate dinner; afterwards, Y/N took a relaxing bath, took her medicines and got into bed. "Bucky," she called out tentatively and he turned to her. "Yes, my love?" She smiled shyly. "Will you stay the night?" Bucky grinned broadly. "Thought you'd never ask."

He stripped down; only in his boxers as he got into the bed with her. Before he could lay down Y/N pulled a pro-gamer move on him and straddled his lap, rendering him speechless. "Sweet pie," he groaned when her lips came crashing down on his. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her close, kissing her deeper.

Somewhere in the kiss Bucky's hands reached the hem of her t-shirt and he broke the kiss to pull it off of her. Another few minutes in, Y/N found herself laying on the bed stark naked under Bucky, who was equally as naked, his hard length poking at her tight entrance.

"Bucky," she whimpered as he slid home, a deep moan leaving his lips. "Fuck, sweet pie, so fucking tight," he praised, one of his hands toying with her breasts as the other grabbed her headrest, using it as support as he thrust into her repeatedly. Y/N's hands fisted around her bedsheets, the pleasure in her abdomen becoming too much to bear.

"I'm close," she announced breathlessly and Bucky dropped his head, pressing kisses to her face. "I'm close too, just a minute more." Y/N tried her best to hold the pleasure in as Bucky's thrusts started becoming sloppier. "Such a good girl for me," he grunted as he felt himself inching closer to the edge.

"Let go for me."

Both of them let go at the same time, Y/N cumming around him with a soft whine as Bucky shot his load into her with a guttural snarl. "Oh, fuck," he panted as he fell on top of her, both of them out of breath. "Bucky, I— I wanted to ask you something," she whispered shyly as Bucky rolled off of her, only to pull her closer to him. "Yes, darling?"

"I wanna be a vampire."

Bucky turned to look at her, wide eyed. "Are you sure?" She lowered her eyes and nodded. "I— I love you, Bucky, and there's no one I'd rather be with than you. So please, make me— make me immortal." Bucky blinked back tears and cupped her cheek, tilting her chin up. "All mine. My beautiful girl. I love you too," he whispered, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her lips.

He then strayed to her jaw, peppering it with kisses until he finally reached her neck, nuzzling into it for a few seconds, breathing in her scent. Soon, he found the spot— the one that would turn her into a vampire. "It'll sting just a bit," he warned her, "Then you'll go to sleep. When you wake up, the transformation will be completed. Are you sure you want this?"

"I have never been so sure of something in my entire life." Bucky smiled and pressed a quick kiss to her spot before sinking his teeth into her neck; Y/N winced a bit at the sting but overall, felt fine. When Bucky pulled away from her, he was wiping blood off his lips. He then reached down and picked up her t-shirt.

Y/N smiled sleepily as he cleaned her neck, admiring the mark for a few seconds. "Looks good. And tastes much better." Y/N giggled and slapped his bare chest, making him grin. Both of them then lay down on the bed, arms around each other as they closed their eyes.

"Goodnight, Buck."

"Goodnight, princess, see you on the other side tomorrow."

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