#the “babys first time” thing is based off his live stream

[disintegratingteabag]

Riddler doodles

[wileys-russo]

https://youtu.be/Mh4f9AYRCZY?si=L-uta8a3X3S_gyLj

Another instalment of Mearps and Delilah… based on this video, where Delilah walks in whilst Mearps is doing an interview and you have to do the rescue mission!

part of the a date to remember universe series

interruptions II m.earps

"mummy!" you looked up at the small voice and the patter of feet as there was a flash of dirty blonde and your daughter came flying around the corner crashing into your legs.

"whats up babe?" you chuckled at her eagerness, running a hand through her hair with a smile. "wheres mama?" she sighed, hugging your legs tightly. "she's in a meeting lilah, she's at work." you grabbed beneath her arms and hoisted her up onto your hip.

"no!" delilah shook her head firmly, pointing to the office where your wife had been shacked up most of the day. "not at work!" delilah huffed, her eyebrows furrowed into an angry frown.

"no caterpillars." you teased as you smoothed out her eyebrows with your fingers, watching in amusement as she frowned them together once again. "mama isn't at work baby but she's doing work." you tried to explain, sitting her on the counter.

"i hate work." delilahs frown deepened as you smiled sadly, pulling her into a hug. "baby but work is important to mama. you like watching mama play football yeah?" you asked feeling her nod into your shoulder, her tiny hands balling your shirt into her fists.

"well thats part of mamas work!" you reminded, your daughter pulling her head away and looking at you with an odd look making you chuckle. "she's playing football?" delilah questioned looking away toward the office.

"no lilah but she's talking about football to some people, thats also mamas work." your daughter still seemed a little lost but nodded and appeared a little less distressed.

"how about we read a book and have a snack, then you'll have a little sleep and when you wake up mama will be done with work?" you suggested, heart melting at the way the almost four year olds eyes lit up.

"can i sleep in your bed?" the girl grinned, batting her eyelashes as her hands grabbed the back of her neck. "what's wrong with your bed!" you laughed shaking your head. "yours and mamas is huge!" she exclaimed throwing her hands up.

"maybe. now go pick a book!" you smiled, gently placing her back on her feet. with a shake of your head you turned to rummage through the fridge, listening to the thunder of small feet as your daughter sprinted off to her room.

though when you'd finished making her a snack and she hadn't yet returned, alarm bells raised slightly in the back of your head as you left the kitchen to check on her.

the first thing you noticed was that marys office door was open, though you knew she had media commitments and meetings until four. the next thing you noticed was the tiny body hovering in the doorway, one foot in the room and one foot out, hesitating as she knew she would be doing the wrong thing.

"delilah grace earps, no." you whispered in her direction, shaking your head as her eyes darted to meet yours. "lilah, no." you spoke more firmly this time, though the moment you took one step toward her she was inside the office and you swore.

mary hadn't clocked the door opening, or the hushed whispers of her wife trying to coax her daughter away from her office, but it would appear whomever was interviewing her had.

"well look obviously i've been in discussions with them for months now about the next steps and-" "mary i'm so sorry to interrupt but it would appear you've got a visitor."

"hi mama!" mary jolted at the voice and her eyes widened, delilah clinging to her leg with a wolfish grin. "lilah mama's working, outside please." mary nodded toward the door with a somewhat forced smile, well aware this was being recorded and streamed live.

"no more work. i hate work!" her daughter huffed, smacking her leg as you stumbled into the room, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights seeing your wife was live.

"delilah, go to mummy please." mary murmured, gently pushing the girl away with her hand who scowled and shook her head, clinging right back to marys leg. "im so sorry give me just two seconds." the goalkeeper apologized to the interviewer who looked more amused than annoyed.

your wifes eyes met your own with a warning look as you nodded, rushing over to grab your daughter who moved to hide under marys desk, causing you to drop to your knees and crawl after her as mary hid her face in her hand with a sigh.

"come here." you warned seriously and at the shift in tone delilah took your outstretched hand, allowing you to pull her into your arms as you stood from the floor. however miscalculating the distance you caught your head on the corner of the desk with a loud thump as mary mumbled under her breath and you winced, hurrying out of the room.

"sorry mummy." delilah tried with her very best puppy dog eyes as she clung onto you and you pulled marys office door shut. "delilah grace-" you started to tell her off once you were out of earshot of the office but at the way your daughters bottom lip wobbled you broke with a sigh.

"lilah." you moved into her bedroom and sat her on the edge of her bed, squatting down so you were eye to eye with her.

"what you just did was very wrong okay? i know you miss mama but when she's working we have to leave her be so she can do her work, the more we interrupt her the longer she has to work." you tried to explain, your resolve wavering as your daughter sniffled.

"but i love mama, just wanted to see her."

"oh baby i know you do, and mama knows you do too. now no one loves mama like you do but lots of people love mama in their own way so sometimes we have to share her with them when she's doing her work." you explained firmly though not unkindly as your finger reached out to wipe away the few tears pooling in the corner of her eye.

"but the best part is that she will always come back okay? and she will always love you more than anyone in the whole wide world." you tickled her gently as she let out a small giggle and your face softened. "more than you?" your daughter asked with wide eyes.

"sometimes!" you both turned to look at mary who was standing in the doorway. you watched your daughters small internal struggle, clearly wanting to go to mary but knowing she was in trouble.

"come here lilah, i'm not mad at you." mary knelt down and opened her arms, the girl racing into them and almost tackling the keeper to the ground. "oh your hugs are magical." mary sighed, squeezing her tightly as your daughter giggled.

"sorry mama." the girl mumbled into her shoulder as mary rubbed her back. "its okay baby i know you are, but next time when the door is closed it means mama is busy, okay?" your daughter nodded in understanding.

"i have a little break from work for now, how about we read a book before your sleep? then when you wake up you me and mummy can go out for dinner. hows that sound?" mary offered, delilahs face lighting up as she nodded excitedly making you both laugh.

mary telling her to pick a book she moved over to the case in the corner as both you and your wife stood. "do you want something to eat?" you asked quietly, the taller girl wrapping you in a tight hug with a nod and a sweet kiss pressed to your lips.

"yes please love."

~

"well she's down for the count, and snoring just like her mummy!" you looked up from the counter with a playful glare as mary entered with a smug smile. "hilarious. need i remind that theres a reason you get roomed alone when you're away for games, tournaments and camp?" you quirked an eyebrow.

"don't be mean now my love." mary grinned moving closer. "she's not the only one who missed you though, big day. you look exhausted baby." you admitted with a frown, marys eyes softening as you fondly kissed her jaw.

"last one for awhile though, few more games and then we're off on holiday just the three of us for two whole weeks." mary reminded of your plans for the upcoming international break, your wife opting to miss national duty in favour of going away for delilahs fourth birthday.

"i can't wait and neither can lilah. i'm sorry about before though, i took my eye off her for a minute and thats all it took." you sighed, sliding the sandwich over to your wife who chuckled, moving to press her body into yours with a thank you for the food.

"how's your head?" mary asked, half in amusement and half in genuine concern as she gently grabbed your face tilting your head from side to side. "fine. my dignity though? long gone." you sighed with a pout which mary wasted no time kissing away.

"i hope you know thats going to go viral, i'm talking worse than the world cup fuck off." your wife mumbled against your lips, her hands gripping your hips as the counter dug a little into your back and your arms wrapped around her neck.

"oh god don't remind me, i've not even looked at my phone yet but its been going crazy for the last half an hour." you pulled away with a groan, burying your face in your wifes chest and feeling her body vibrate with laughter as she held you tightly.

"well my last meetings not for another...twenty five minutes. delilah's down, we have the house to ourselves?" you pulled your head away and met your wifes suggestive smile, feeling her hands start to gently creep from your hips toward your bum.

"i think i can make do with twenty, gives you five to freshen up."

[bloodibambiidoll]

It was just a dream

(Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader)

Summary: So this is based on This request that @taintedcigs got and she gave me permission to write it because it’s kind of heavy. The request is based on reader dreaming about crying at Eddie’s grave but I did change it to you having a dream about the day he almost died. That’s just the way it came to me personally. You have a dream about the day Eddie dies, but you wake him in his arms, and he comforts you in every way possible. WK: 3k.

Warnings: In beginning of the fic although it is a dream I do describe Eddie’s death so read with caution if that upsets you, unprotected p in v, love making, fingering, hurt/comfort, Eddie being the sweetest goofball, fluff. 18+MNDI!!

A/N: I’ve never written a single thing where I acknowledge “the scene” or Eddie dying, ever. Like I always write AU with no upside down. But after seeing those photos yesterday I’ve been feeling very emotional and I saw this request and idk it just kinda came to me. I did cry writing it, but it also comforted me a lot. But pls pls read with caution if this might be upsetting for you. Thank you to my lovely @babygorewhore & @bimbobaggins69 for beta reading for me. Sending everybody love.🖤

The muscles in your legs are screaming and your lungs burn with each step you take. The grey particle filled air feels like it’s filling your organs with each intake of breath. But it’s nothing compared to the tearing feeling in your heart, the anxiety and fear coursing through you pushing your aching body to keep running. The massive bite shaped gash in your calf is a distant sensation as your eyes zero in on the swarm of bats, eagerly searching for any signs of him.

“God fucking damn it, Eddie. Fuck!”

Tears stream down your cheeks and your throat is raw from the curses and screams you’ve been letting out for the last few minutes. At least you think it’s been minutes. It truly felt like it’s been hours since you watched him cut that rope. You screamed so loud you felt like your ear drums were going to burst. You scrambled back through the gate, injured leg be damned.

The minute you hit the ground, you didn’t stop. Not when you heard something in your shoulder crack, not when you heard Dustin screaming after you. You didn’t stop when one of those bats flew directly at you, you just ran faster, jabbing your spear directly into its heart as you went. And you weren’t going to stop. Not until you reached Eddie. You couldn’t. They’d have to kill you first.

The adrenaline in your body continued to push you forward, only a few feet away from the swarm now. You tried your best to focus your eyes through the endless streams of tears falling from them, and it took a few seconds but you finally saw him. Your heart lurched when you saw he was still standing, his shield held above him. It somehow gave you the strength to run faster, your spear slashing through the air at the bats to get to him.

“EDDIE!!!!!!!!!”

His head whips in your direction at the sound of your voice, a shocked look on his face. In the same moment he looks away a bat lunges at his side, taking a large bite out of him, causing him to cry out in pain.

“EDDIE NO!!”

You shove your spear into the bat that’s latched onto him and it lets out a shriek as it dies. Your relief is short lived because there’s a sudden stabbing pain in your already stinging shoulder and another one in your bicep.

“BABY!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING! FUCK!”

Eddie can’t believe you’re here, you weren’t supposed to follow him. He knew he wasn’t making it out of this, and now he was going to take you with him. He never should’ve cut that rope. He slams his spear against the bat on your shoulder, while you shove your nails into the one on your bicep. But it’s no use, you’re surrounded. Every time you get one off, two more are on you, and he’s starting to feel weak.

In that moment he does the only thing he can think to do, he wraps his arms around you, tackling you to the ground. His covers his body with yours, his arms on each side of your head, his face hovering above yours so your eyes can meet.

“I’m so sorry baby, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry.” Tears fall from his eyes and onto your cheeks, pooling together with the ones leaving your own eyes.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” You soothe him, your bloodied hands reaching up to cradle his face. His eyes are shut now, his body tensing over and over as he uses it to shield yours against the bats attacks. “At least we are together, yeah? Kiss me.”

He obligees, his dirty sweat stained lips meeting yours in a desperate kiss. He kisses you over and over until he physically can’t anymore. His head lulling to the side against your chest. You hold onto him for dear life, barely even feeling the chunks you’re sure are being taken out of your forearms. You feel like it’s never going to end, until suddenly it does. The attacks all stop at once, a chorus of thuds sounding around you. Then you hear Dustin’s voice calling your names, it’s distant, but it’s there.

“Eddie, Eddie, they’re dead.” You shake him slightly and he groans. “You gotta get off me so I can take a look at you baby.”

“Oh my god!! Are you guys okay!?” You see Dustin’s panicked face standing over you and you wish you had it in you to make a sarcastic remark about how you’re obviously not, but you don’t.

“Dustin! Help me, help me roll him over, please.” You practically beg him, your sobs still haven’t stopped, the shallowness of Eddie’s breath taking away any relief you felt about the bats being gone.

Dustin bends down, rolling Eddie off you as carefully as he can. Eddie whimpers when his back hits the ground and you immediately shoot up right, leaning over him.

“Eddie, sweetie, can you look at me?”

“Bad, huh?” He groans, a slight smirk still somehow present on his face.

“No no, Eddie you’re gonna be okay.” Dustin is on his knees how, trying to access Eddie’s injuries through his panic.

“I didn’t run away this time, right?” Your heart breaks at the sound of his voice, this can’t be fucking happening.

“No, baby, you didn’t. But we’re gonna get you okay of here, okay?” You grab rub your thumbs over his temples, resting your forehead against his.

“Yeah, we just gotta get you to a hospital, come on, you guys gotta get up.” Dustin begs, tears fall from his eyes and it breaks your heart even more. You hate that he has to see this.

“I just… I need a second.” Eddie groans, his hand weakly reaches for your face, cupping it like he’s done a thousand times before, like you’re scared he will never do again. “I love you, I love you so much baby. You’re my everything, I’m so sorry.”

“I love you Eddie, I love you. It’s gonna be okay don’t apologize because it’s gonna be okay.” You rub your nose against his, he feels cold and his breathing is more shallow than ever.

“Dustin…” he turns to his young friend with a found smile. “You’re gonna have to look after those little sheep for me, okay?”

“No, no, you’re gonna do it yourself” Dustin’s sobs cause a new wave of your own to wrack through your body, shaking every bone.

“Nah man… you’re gonna do it for me…” Eddie smiles, patting Dustin’s cheek with all his strength. “Baby girl… you’re gonna be okay, okay? I’m … so sorry. I love you.”

His hands start to slip from both of your faces, his eyes falling shut.

“Eddie? Eddie!! No, no, no, no. Baby stay with me.” You shake his face, but this time you get no response. Your hands clutch onto his hair, your head falling to his chest. “NO!!! NO! NO NO NO NO!!! THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING!!! EDDIE NO!!!”

You feel like the world is shaking around you, you feel like your heart is being ripped from your chest. You can’t lose him. You feel warm hands on your shoulders shaking you as someone says your name over and over again. You push them off. You aren’t leaving him. They’ll have to leave you here.

“Baby!!!! Wake up!!!! You’re dreaming, it’s a dream, I’m here.” Eddie’s voice finally gets through to you, and your dream hazed mind vaguely starts to recognize the feeling of his arms around you. You come back into your waking body slowly and then all at once, shooting straight up with a shriek.

You look around the room panting, it’s still dark, and you’re in bed. With Eddie. Eddie is alive. He didn’t die. The others got to you in time. You’re in your new fancier than you ever imagined, government tip off home. That you share with Eddie and Wayne. Eddie is alive. You start to repeat the mantra that’s become all to familiar to yourself in your mind as you feel strong arms wrap around you from behind.

“It’s okay baby, you’re okay, I’m here. It’s just a dream.” Eddie soothes you, pulling you into his lap so he can cradle you. He rocks back and forth, his hands running over every part of you, he makes sure to keep his grip strong, remembering that you said it makes you feel grounded. It makes you feel like he’s really here.

“Oh Eddie, it was so real. It was like I was really there again.” You sob into his bare chest as your hands desperately caress his skin. Some of it still has the same smooth texture you always remembered, most of it is rough from scars. But it’s just another thing that grounds you to reality, another reminder that he’s real and the dream wasn’t.

“I know sweetheart, I know. But it’s okay, I’m here, I’m always going to be here for you. I’m so sorry.” Eddie’s crying now, the guilt of leaving you, of putting you through this plagues him constantly. The dreams aren’t every night like they used to be, they’ve finally started to space out after almost a year. But it still pains him deeply that he put you through this. That on nights like this you scream out for him, because of him.

“It’s okay Eddie, it’s okay.” Your hands loop around his neck, pulling him close. You hate that he beats himself up, you understand why he did it and you’re just glad he’s alive, glad he’s here with you. But your unconscious mind couldn’t seem to get the memo. No matter how much you understood, no matter how much mental and physical healing you did in the waking hours, the dream always found its way back to you. “I love you. So much. I love you so much Eddie.”

“I love you baby, more than anything.” He wanted to apologize again, until his lungs gave out, but he knows you hate it when he does that. That you’ll just tell him there’s nothing to be sorry for, even though he will always feel like there is. So he does what he always does, he decides to show you how sorry he is without his words. To remind you how here he truly is.

He cups your face in his hands gently, like you’re porcine glass that could break at any moment. He rests his forehead against yours, just reveling in the feeling of being close to you. He takes deep breaths and you follow, you’re basically breathing each other's air but you don’t even care, you want it that way. He kisses you sweetly, once, twice, three times. The fourth kiss is more firm, but still so gentle. Your fingers lace through his hair as you shift your body so you're straddling him. His tongue softly licks across your bottom lip and you immediately grant him access, tangling it with your own.

He kisses you leisurely, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth as his hands roam your body. Your thin tank top is the only thing separating your skin from his but it feels like the thickest winter coat right now so you break the kiss to quickly pull it over your head. You press your chest against his, his skin against yours feels like a breath of fresh air and you sigh at the feeling.

“My beautiful girl, you’re so beautiful, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” His brown eyes are soft and filled with love as they look into yours. He gives you a gentle kiss before his lips start to travel down your jaw and neck. Gentle caresses of his lips and flicks of his tongue pull breathy gasps and needy moans from you. “Let me show you how much I love you.”

“Yes Eddie, please.” It’s all you need right now, you need him as close to you as possible in every way. You need him.

“Lay back for me baby.”

You oblige, rolling off him and onto your back. You situate your head on the pillows and he climbs over you with a sweet smile on his face.

“Look at you, you think I’d ever leave someone as sexy as you? Not a chance baby.” He leans down and kisses you, his ringed hand caresses your inner thigh and you shiver. He brings it to your core, running his knuckles along your underwear covered slit. “I don’t think I could go a day without you.”

“You went like… almost two months without me when we were healing.”

“Shhh… that’s besides the point, that was like forced, doctor ordered, celibacy and it was almost more torture than the healing process. Don’t remind me of the dark times, babe.” You giggle at him, your heart warming at him just being Eddie. He stayed that way, laughing and joking, making D&D references through it all.

“You’re so dramatic. But, you’re not wrong. I missed you so bad when I couldn’t have you.”

“You can have me now babe, all the time, forever, whenever you want. I’m not going anywhere.” He smirks at you as he pulls your panties down your legs, you kick them off your ankles and spread your legs for him. He groans at the sight of your slick pussy, bringing two long fingers and running them through your lips. You moan and your back arches off the bed when he inserts them inside you, immediately curving them to hit that perfect spot.

“Fuck.” His fingers thrust in and out of you at the perfect pace, his thumb comes up to circle your clit and he leans down to place gentle wet kisses along your throat. “Oh god.”

“Yeah baby? Is that good? You gonna cum for me?” His fingers speed up and he gently nips at that spot on your neck that makes you crazy, his cock ruts against your thigh and it sends you over the edge. Your body tensing underneath him as moans rip out of you. “That’s it, good girl.”

He fucks you through your high, only pulling his fingers from you when he feels your body relax. He holds eye contact with you as he inserts the digits into his mouth, sucking your juices off them with a groan.

“Eddie… I need to feel you, please.” You reach for the band of his sweatpants, tugging at the material.

“No need to beg sweets, I’ve got you, I’m gonna take care of you.” He pushes his pants off, freeing his cock and taking it into his hand, stroking it a few times. He runs the tip through your slick folds, bringing it up to circle your clit before slowly pushing inside you. Once his hips are flush against yours he connects your lips again, kissing you passionately.

“Oh fuck, Eddie. Yes.” He starts to roll his hips, not pulling out of you, just reveling in the feeling of being inside you. You clutch onto his back, pulling him down fully on top of you, just wanting to feel his weight on you.

“Mmm you feel so good, so so good, pussy is always so good for me.” He’s kissing every inch of you he can reach, your cheeks, eyelids, neck, collar bones. He finally pulls his hips back, slowly pulling his cock almost all the way out of you before shoving it deep inside you again. He repeats this action a few times before thrusting into you deep and hard. He still has his weight on you, and he’s not fucking you fast, just taking his time feeling every single part of you. With his hands, his cock, his lips,

“Eddie, I love you, I love you, you feel so good.”

“I love you so much baby girl, more than anything, I love fucking you.” He picks up the pace a little, his hand snakes between your bodies so he can rub your clit.

“Oh fuuuuck, yes, Eddie I’m - I’m gonna cum soon.”

“Yeah, cum for me, I wanna see your beautiful face when you cum undone on my cock.”

His lips crash against yours, his tongue immediately licking into your mouth, he’s hitting that perfect spot over and over again and his fingers continue to circle your clit. It’s all so good, and it sends you over the edge. Your orgasm crashes over you, you let out needy moans and gasps against Eddie’s mouth as your pussy clenches around him. He pulls away so he can see your face, and the sight has him spilling inside of you. He falls forward, his face buried in your neck. He places gentle kisses there in between panting breaths.

The position reminds you of the dream, the memory really, but this time it doesn’t sting, because Eddie is alive. He’s alive and he’s panting on top of you for the best reason, instead of the worst.

“Thank you.” You sigh, wrapping your arms around him, squeezing him tight. “I’m sorry for waking you up.”

“Psh! Don’t be sorry, I got to be here for my girl and I got to have bomb sex? Seems like a win win to me.” You feel him smile against your neck and it makes you laugh.

He rolls off of you onto his back, and you have to push the thoughts of that day from your mind again but you don’t have long to think about it because he’s pulling you into his chest, running his hands down your back and placing a kiss on the top of your head before your mind can fully go there.

“But in all seriousness, don’t be sorry, okay? You know I’m always here for you. No matter what. Especially on nights like this. I’m all in, always. I fucking love you so much. I’m not going anywhere.” He puts his fingers under your chin, tilting your face up to look at him. He smiles at you sweetly, placing a kiss on your nose, then your lips.

“I love you Eddie. I’m always here for you too. I’m never letting you go. Ever.”

You nuzzle into his chest, just happy to feel him. Just happy he’s alive. You might both be scarred, mentally and physically, and they might not ever fully heal. But at least you’ll always have each other.

[ohmtoff]

you made me think ab nerd nick too damn much its concerning. imagine jerking him off while he yaps ab his geeky stuff, stuttering and his words slurring when you squeeze around his tip

ANON…. youre actually my soulmate how did we think of the same thing (nsfw)

nerdy nick who’s far sighted so he regularly wears his glasses that make his eyes look bigger and just adorable. his wardrobe consists of graphic tees and hoodies that fit him awkwardly and his hair is most of the time disheveled.

nerdy nick whose budget goes to cosplay and comic con because those things are expensiveee and his brothers try their hardest to support him by helping him make the costumes (imagine nick unironically doing the anime hands thing around chris and matt and they try not to cringe LMFAOOOOO).

nerdy nick who yaps soooo much about his interests, from lord of the rings lore to his fav doctor from doctor who. i can just IMAGINE him making video essays complaining ab the new live action avatar series and how it doesnt hold up to the original series.

nerdy nick who’s the same sassy and witty guy as we know but he also puts that energy to defend his fav characters on the internet. best believe he has a stan account. many of his tattoos are dedicated to his comfort characters as well.

nerdy nick whose interests look innocent to others but behind closed doors he regularly reads and writes the most sheet gripping, back arching, toe curling smut about his fav fictional men. erwin from aot, thorin from the hobbit, ALL of jujutsu kaisen. he furiously stroked his dick to the thought of getting fucked dumb by nanami.

nerdy nick who acted normal and talks about regular stuff when he first met you but when he gets comfortable with you he immediately starts yapping. you think he’s just the most adorable thing when his eyes light up when talking about all his interests. you don’t even know what he’s talking about but your attention is hooked. nick, however, was used to people pretending to care about what he’s talking about so he stops himself.

“i’m sorry. ugh, i always talk too much, that was weird and boring”

“no, no, it’s fine. so… uruk-hais are bred between orcs and humans?”

nick wanted to suck your dick right then and there.

having sex with anime playing in the background was not rare between you two. one time, you both were watching an episode when you got distracted by how his tongue was peeking out with concentration. you noticed how fat his tongue was and how red his lips were. those same lips were wrapped around your cock not long after that. nick was gagging and moaning around it, his eyes bubbling up with tears streaming down his flushed cheeks as he jerked you off from the base. saliva would drip from his mouth, running down his chin as he struggled to take everything down. he was still wearing those same glasses, sliding down his nose from the sweat. he looks up at you with those big puppy eyes, tears running down his face. the sight makes you groan and shove your dick further into his throat. you thought he looked absolutely beautiful with cum streaks on his glasses.

nerdy nick who sometimes rambles too much and in these times you love teasing him. “come on, baby, tell me more,” you whispered to the back of his ear as he writhed and thrashed on your chest, pants gone and his swollen cock red and dripping as you squeezed the base. “time- time lords have two hearts, so,” he lets out a pathetic whine, “so the doctor never dies, he—mmnghh—they instead regenerate into a new body-AH-“ you squeeze and dug your thumb into his leaking tip. his chest heaves and he pants like a dog. “fu—uck, please, please, please. i wann- i wanna cum, oh please.” you think he deserves it so you quicken your strokes and let him cum. his mouth releasing unintelligible noises while those beautiful blue eyes go cross eyed.

nerdy nick who becomes your person and who you will go to endless comic cons with, watch a new series with, and who eventually will turn you into an even bigger nerd than he is😩🤞🏼

a/n: i wrote this without pause wtf

[adorekento]

Addicted `

NSFW : In which xiao ended up on an inappropriate website and was astonished to see his best friend bare in front of his screen.

anon asked : do you perhaps write for camgirl/porn? If you do! Will you please write one, where xiao is desperate to feel y/n's tongue wrapped on his cock but unfortunately he can only watch her hump the pillow on screen :((

warnings : smut (mdni), camgirl/porn, dirty talk, cussing, degradation, fingering, riding pillow, wild thoughts, mild sexual content, strong language, etc.

notes : I don't know much about camgirl and riding pillow, this is just based on what I've seen in some fanfics, so if I wrote something wrong or IDK I am so sorry 😭😭

Xiao was not the type of person to spend his time watching nasty content on a website. Xiao did not have that kind of tolerance for such things. He was more than pleased to go out and do his job, or so he told himself when he found himself staring down at an open webpage on his phone, a little after midnight, as he saw a video of some guy who got drunk while dancing with his wife.

He scrolled through it quickly, trying to find anything remotely amusing, until suddenly, a h/c haired girl popped up, dressed in only her bra and panties, wearing a smile plastered across her face. Xiao’s mouth gaped slightly, as he watched her take off her bra and slip it over one shoulder. As she moved closer to the camera, her bare chest seemed to be glowing softly under the light. He could see her belly button clearly from this angle, almost like a miniature moon. It felt weirdly intimate to see her like this, but there wasn't any way around that,

"y/n...?!" His heart pounded faster, As far as his fantasy could reach him, he never visualized his own best friend as a cam girl! Not to mention being an actual slut, playing with herself on camera while she's talking to a crowd full of people, But here he was, watching, helplessly and shocked.

He saw the comments start to stream in. The girl had been a total hit with the crowd. Most people were screaming at her for having breasts and showing them off so shamelessly. Xiao wondered if she even knew how much attention she was getting, and what people thought about the situation. He hoped not.

fuck me, mommy!!

I love u and ur tight cunt

ohh baby SHE'S SO HOTTT

who doesn't even wanna fuck her

LET'S JUST KISS TILL WE'RE NAKed

the urge to squish your badonkers is hard

I'm getting hard already, wanna fucking rip you

He paused reading the comments when he heard her laugh, "you guys are making me blush!" she said, in a soft voice that carried over the microphone, “So which toy do you guys want me to use first?" She asked playfully, "or should I start with this?” With a flick of her hand, she reached for her wet pussy. There were moans all around him now.

how much do i pay to have u on my bed

not an astronaut but i can explore uranus

i have two hands and you have two tits 🤘

oops, my phone went into my left hand 😍

at this point, xiao started to pump his dick slowly in response to the sound of her moaning. despite him knowing you entirely, he couldn’t help the blossoming of jealousy in his chest. with a scoff, he created an account and entered your live chatroom,

Use toys? Why not use your fingers, slut.

Xiao cringed as he typed that, if you were with him you would probably laugh at him, but you weren’t here right now. And you wouldn’t find out who he is anyway, at least not tonight. "oh? if that's what my new viewer wants, I'll make sure they get just exactly what they want." You replied, grinning evilly in return. With a flourish,

you pulled down the elastic top of your underwear and spread yourself wide open, your pussy glistening, your clit gleaming, the audience practically screaming with lust as their eyes followed the movements of your body. Xiao was unable to tear his gaze away from your face. He noticed how your tongue licked your lips as you smiled at them,

you started moving slowly in a circle around your clit, licking your lips as you moved. Xiao watched mesmerized by you, his erection growing harder as you rubbed circles around yourself, making small whimpering sounds.  Your head tilted back, and you looked sexy as hell as you continued to move in a circle. Xiao couldn't tear his eyes away from you. You had no idea what your viewers wanted to watch, yet, you still managed to make yourself look desirable and even hot.

Xiao’s heart raced as he imagined the way your lips felt on his cock, how wet you would taste. how hot, how tight your ass would feel wrapped around his cock. perfect you would feel, stroking his length, how wet he would feel, thrusting deeper inside of you, how good it would be as you moaned into the kisses you stole from his lips… Xiao bit his lip as he watched you. you were so gorgeous that sometimes, Xiao hated himself for watching you like this, he felt like a pervert, he felt disgusted. you didn’t deserve to be shown so blatantly like this, to be seen in the most intimate way possible.

he typed in one more comment, 'ride your pillow, and think of it as my cock.'

You stopped moving in your circling your clit, letting out a breathless sigh, a hint of excitement lingering in your smile, before you resumed circling and moving, teasing the audience, giving everyone the opportunity to watch. You looked completely unapologetic.

Xiao shook his head as he watched you. He wanted nothing more than to pull you onto him and fuck you until you begged him to stop until you cried out his name.

"Huh? I'm not even cumming yet and you're already asking me to do that? What a tease…" You smirked suggestively, before grabbing the nearest pillow and starting to hump on it. Your expression turned into one of pure bliss as you moaned your pleasure into it. Xiao gulped as he stared at the screen, imagining you like that, moaning his name, his hands roaming your body as you pleasured him.

You hump on the pillow, panting loudly, your thighs squeezing around your throbbing, pulsating clit. You took a deep inhale as your body shook, your face contorted, and your eyes closed shut as the noises of satisfaction spilled out of your mouth. You gripped onto the pillow, your fingers tightening around its fabric as you ground against it in your need to release yourself from your frustration. Xiao’s mouth went dry, his breath becoming shallow as he watched you.

you kept grunting and groaning, and every once in a while, a loud moan would escape your lips, before another came. The sound you made was sinful, and it sent shivers down Xiao’s spine. He wanted to listen to your voice, He wanted to watch you ride him, watch the pleasure dance across your face, watch you scream his name in sheer ecstasy, watch you come all over him as you fucked the air out of his lungs, he wanted you.

"ah... I'm close..."  You whispered as you came undone, the last thing you could say before falling limp against the bed. Xiao's eyes flickered between you, and the screen in front of him. Your mouth hung agape and his pulse quickened, as he felt himself release at the same time as you, he was touching himself the whole time even stopping just so he could cum along with you. After all, who doesn’t want to feel your sweet juice dripping down their cock,

"Ah... that felt so good... looks like I'll have to wash my pillows later...” you mumbled as your breathing returned to normal. Xiao was speechless. He couldn't believe that you, of all people, would hump their pillow in such a vulgar manner,

'once I see y/n, I won't be able to look at her the same way anymore..'

© [ adorekento ] do not steal, repost, or translate my work.

[dvilkings]

can we talk about how foolish is the best and most caring person???

just based off of pepito’s birthday party: the only person that showed up was foolish and they spent the entire time having a blast. he made sure pepito was having fun, made his dream of being a superhero come true (gave him his only spiderman head), didn’t bring up the lack of people, treated the entire party as normal.

but not only that, but with leo, he is so patient, even when she is being incredibly stubborn. if she doesn’t want to do something, foolish always finds another solution to make her feel comfortable (even if he acts begrudgingly about it). he has made such an effort to communicate in her first language. doesn’t coddle her, but will still spoil her at times. has helped her in so many ways!

and with the other eggs? he doesn’t treat any of them differently. he doesn’t treat them like fragile little babies and instead sees them as normal as anyone else. he isn’t afraid to punch them or fight them, isn’t afraid they’ll get lost or hurt if they wander off. everyone else treats them like these incredibly fragile pieces of glass, but sometimes they just want to live normally and be treated normally.

and with his irl friends? whenever he isn’t on the qsmp, he’s always sitting in a voice call just in case anyone wants to join and maybe play games or just hangout and vibe. he always acknowledges his friends in chat, and is always willing to do what others want to do. he makes time for everyone when he can.

even the other islanders on qsmp. foolish is always willing to play along and do what they want to do, and help out especially. he’s been working hard on his spanish so he can communicate better, but he’s always been willing and trying to learn french and portuguese when he can from others. he’s always including people, not leaving anyone behind or forgetting about them.

and finally, his chat! thousands of people watching him for hours almost everyday, and he doesn’t treat any of them differently than others. he makes such a safe space to be normal and whoever they want to be while maintaining some routine for everyone. he does his best to update when he’s streaming and when he isn’t (even if the times are always off LMAO). he reminds the doozers not to get their hopes up so he doesn’t disappoint them when things don’t go as he once said. he keeps things very light and relaxing most of the time, just a perfect place to vibe and hangout, or have the stream in the background. he never fails to make anyone laugh, or feel welcome, or safe in general. he keeps the lonely doozers company with the long and almost daily streams.

and on top of all of this, he never asks for praise. he never asks even for acknowledgement. he’s just doing what he loves, and that’s what matters to him.

foolish is one of the best people i know. and he deserves more credit and love than ever. but i am just happy to have him around. we need more people like him in the world.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

2024 Era Masterlist

After the birthday stream (ao3) - trashcanfromgallifrey

Summary: The events that may have occured after Dan's birthday charity stream;) Starts of with fluff but ends up in a steamy hot shower

another day (ao3) - wearealldoomed

Summary: “It’s another day in the forever house. It’s been a day since uploading ‘We’re All Doomed’ to the channel that started it all. Dan Howell gets to live another day.”

Backyard Bliss (ao3) - milfbilvy

Summary: Dan and Phil spend some time in the backyard of the phouse, enjoying some quality time together under the shade of their beloved cherry tree.

bragging rights (ao3) - wednesday_ukiru

Summary: A hot doctor sits down next to Phil as he’s coming off anesthesia.

from emo to angel(ao3) - starlightphil (adreaminthedark)

Summary: “Oh my god you did it. Crisis twink era.” “Isn’t it my crisis twunk era at this point? You did a whole thing where you claimed I went through twink death, remember?”

Phil surprises Dan with a new hair color.

look how (the stars) shine for you (ao3) - howell_slide

Summary: Two boys looking at the night sky together, 14 years apart.

Lost In Thought (ao3) - microwaveoven

Summary: Based on that one part in pizza mukbang 2 where DNP talk about why the hiatus started and how Phil felt lost for a while

northern lights (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Dan and Phil watch the northern lights together.

oh, baby, seasons change (ao3) - antiadvil

Summary: anon prompt: dnp sharing a bed in 2010 x them sharing a bed now :3

there is bedsharing in this fic, but more of the fic is spent discussing dan's laundry than spent in bed

[orange heart emoji] (ao3) - natigail

Summary: WE'RE ALL DOOMED finds its home on YouTube and Dan breaks the whole phandom with one single emoji. It's okay. If Phil can be earnest, then so can Dan.

Phlonde (ao3) - greyskysss

Summary: Phil gets his hair dyed. Thats the fic

phlondes do it better (ao3) - wearealldoomed

Summary: The day has come around quicker than Phil had anticipated.

The day where Phil dips his toes back into the waters of dyeing his hair after months of letting his natural hair colour grow back through.

The day where Phil goes platinum blonde without confronting Dan about it first.

phlondes have more fun (ao3) - howell_slide

Summary: The morning after the Phlondening of 2024.

rat and relaxation time (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Dan and Phil wake up on the first day of their holiday.

routine (ao3) - qrovers

Summary: The scene is as follows: The dining room is empty except for Dan, who sits in front of his computer about to upload We’re All Doomed. There is the lingering smell of fries and dips. Dan is in his pajamas, the Minecraft ones Phil always manages to hog. By the side of his desk, a full cup of cocoa has since lost its steam. It’s also from Phil. “To relax you,” he said.

Dan knows he just made two by accident.

slumber party (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Dan never has been able to resist Phil’s spontaneous ideas, like having a slumber party in their lounge after filming a gaming video. Especially since it means getting to appreciate Phil in those red silk pyjamas.

(Set right after filming the DAPG video, “Getting Deep at the Slumber Party.")

Stir Fry (ao3) - ottertrashpalace

Summary: Dan never cooks unless he's feeling guilty. Phil waits.

two wolves (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: They're in the middle of a meeting, and Phil seems to be trying to tell him something. But what?

(or, Dan accidentally wears a certain novelty wolf t-shirt to an online meeting with their tour team.)

We’re All Gay (ao3) - howell_slide

Summary: On some fuckass Tuesday in April 2024, Dan Howell dropped “gay” on the phandom.

you and me (that's all we need it to be) (ao3) - bunnyslipper

Summary: 🧡

[thewriterg]

♡︎𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲’𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞!♡︎

pairing(s): Peter Parker x fem!reader, dad!peter x mom!reader

summary: You were on a mission and Peter’s heart broke when he had to tell your kids that you probably wouldn’t be making it home for Christmas as planned but a little bit of sweat, blood, tears, and hurting Nick Furry’s dignity you have a surprise in store

word count; 1.0k

warning(s): little baby tears, fluff, reader and Peter are married, small mention of blood and bruises, healthy parental love, celebration, and language

A/n:—GIFs; @dailymarvelgifs & @tomhollandnet— Finally freaking Friday.

Peter sighed patting your two month old daughters back as he looked at the sight of your shared home it was only two days ago that he told your eleven and three year old that you, their mom wouldn't be home for christmas this year

You were on a important mission so important that Nick Furry himself showed up at your doorstep practically begging both Peter and You to join in on a serious mission in Sokovia At first you denied it without a second thought it was cutting it too close to the holidays that you always would choose to spend with your family and your house was accustomed to your… secretive lives and since the rest of the team would be on the mission as well you didn't trust anyone else with your children nor the technology of your home

It was only then when Furry offered to put you on leave with paid time off until March that you reluctantly agreed but you were a stubborn woman and you knew you had power in general with enhanced abilities and mentally so the deal that stood for you would stand for Peter as well and Furry knew that even though you were a pain in his ass he had you

It was only then when Furry offered to put you on leave with paid time off until March that you reluctantly agreed but you were a stubborn woman and you knew you had power in general with enhanced abilities and mentally so the deal that stood for you would stand for Peter as well and Furry knew that even though you were a pain in his ass he had you

Along with being a pain in Nick’s ass you laughed straight in face when he asked if you would both be packed by the crack of dawn the next day stating Peter would be staying home with your children while you went out into the field you’d both already talked about this if something like this were to happen you would go out and Peter would stay home with you kids

You were four days late and the only reason Peter wasn't on the edge of his seat tearing his hair out of his scalp was because less than eight hours ago he had shield agents on his doorstep alerting him that you and everyone on team were alive and had ran into more technical issues than calculated and should be home by december 28th

By that time you would've missed Christmas and your eleven year old son's birthday and it took everything, every stream of radioactive venom, every cell of skin on his body, every microfiber of his cotton t-shirt not to break down

He had to look at the better view of things like you would. You were still alive and you would be home before New years. What else could he ask for? For you to be here, to hear the giggles of your children when you would enter through the threshold of your home, for him to bask in your battered and bruised embrace, to celebrate the Holidays as a family.

That's all Peter wanted for christmas.

💌💌💌💌

You sighed heavily as you began to slip out of your skin tight suit before stopping abruptly zipping the silver zipper back up into its place your skull mask still on your face along with the black makeup you used to hide the peaking skin against your eyes

You and the team had made it back gratefully after you stabbed Nick Fury's dignity beyond repair you got into contact with a shield base close to russia and after two days you had a quinjet it wasn't up to date which Tony made very clear as he complained endlessly but all you needed was something that flew to get you back home.

You exited the compound with your goodbyes as you hit the parking garage taking one of Stark's cars that you were sure he wouldn't miss Merry fucking Christmas to you.

You ducked getting into the the vehicle making sure not to hit your head on the roof your ribs aching and formed with purple bruises you still had dried blood stained on your temples but you paid that little to no mind as you thought about your family that you couldn’t wait any longer to see

As you drove back home you were sure you’d broken three traffic laws and gave a stray cat a heart attack but you had finally reached the driveway of your home you didn’t even bother to put the car into the garage or grab your duffel bag from the backseat you just stepped out of the vehicle and ran up the rest of distance it would take to get to your doorstep

Even with the pain in your ribs and the fact your could hear your head pounding in your ears you felt like you could finally breathe now that you were home

You typed in the code to your padlock before entering through the threshold closing the door behind you softly three pairs of eyes met with your and there wasn’t another second going past as your children screamed running towards your embrace as you masked your groan with a playful over exaggerated grunt

“Mommy’s home! Mommy’s home!” Your three year old squealed with joy as you picked the toddler up from under the arms spinning in a small circle preparing butterfly kisses all over their face and neck before before you slid them over to your hip

“M-mom, I thought you were going to miss my b-birthday” You eleven year old sniffled digging their head into your stomach that was covered by the leather of your suit as you twitter the curls on the back of their neck

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world honey bee” You smiled and the look on your child’s face could make your heartbreak but you still smiled bone the less you say your toddler down as they went running off in your home rambling about their mommy being home and your eleven year Follower soon after

“Hello love” you let out an airy sigh as you and the father of your children met in a warm embrace before smashing your lips together ignoring the slight pain of your teeth clapping together

“Please don’t scare me l-like that again” You were now resting your foreheads against one another as you stared into the big brown puppy eyes that made you fall in love

“No more, I promise.”

[blingblong55]

Night dilemmas- Ghost x Reader x Soap

A/N:lets pretend their a third person in this ^

Ghost x reader x Soap relationship where the boys have a nightmare and need comfort from the reader

This is based on a request:

Angst?, GN!Reader, poly relationship

It was a typical Tuesday night. Your two boys asleep in the living room after a few rounds of drinks. Soap on the floor because Ghost refused to share the couch. You had been up studying in your study room/ office. The words started to make no sense, thats when you hear a knock on the door. You turn around and Ghost stood there.

''Hey big guy, what's wrong?'' you asked in a calm soft tone.

Prior to him coming to you, he had one of his bad nightmares. You and Soap weren't there. He was back inside that coffin, he screamed for you. But no answer, he then heard voices. And immediately recognized your voice.

For hours he dug himself out, only to find you and soap on the floor, dead. He held you both, kissing your foreheads. ''please,,,please dont leave me. I don't know how to fix myself,,,please don't walk away, stay here with me.'' he said as tears streamed down his face, his voice cracking every now and then.

''it's just a dream'' you hugged him, rubbing his back as he let out silent cries.

''It felt so real though,'' he cups your face in his hands, delicately caressing your cheeks, ''I don't know who I am with out you both.''

You tried to talk, but whenever he has this kind of dreams, all you do is listen.

''I'm scared, for the first time in a long time...I'm scared r/n, I'm so scared and I don't know what to do.'' he continues on, his voice sounded so lost and weak. Tears flowing down his soft face.

''What if one day because of me you both-''

''no, don't think like that, we will be fine.'' You wiped his tears as you leaned in and kissed his nose. ''I'll always be here, we will always be here for you Simon.''

Later that night, you laid in bed with him until he was asleep. As you closed your eyes, you heard Soap's voice. You carefully left the bed and tucked Ghost in. You walked into the living room to find Soap holding himself, he looks up and a weak smile appears on him. He stands up and goes to hug you.

His strong big arms holding you close. ''where did you go? I was all alone.'' he cried into your arms. You hugged him even tighter, your hands brushing through his hair.

''I'm here okay? what happened.''

Soap's dream was like Ghost, but in his Ghost had died, and you were the only thing he had left. You two had gotten into an argument and you drove off. It was a snowy weather, you crashed the car and when he woke up, you or Ghost weren't near.

He swore it wasn't a dream, that now it was his reality. He looked for you in the study room/office, where you said you'd be all night. When he didn't see you, that's when he started to really cry.

''You..you were gone and'' his breathing was starting to become more abnormal, ''I was all alone and I-''

''It was a dream soap, we are here baby...we are home, safe and sound.''

You brought him to bed, Ghost and Soap rested their heads on your chest. You hummed a lullaby as you delicately brushed their hair, at times they would wake up and look at you or the other, they'd smiled once they knew you three were together.

This kind of nights were normal around the house. At times you'd have to prepare a bath for them, where you'd scrub them clean and just talk about anything. It was always you three in there, comforting the other.

That to them was the sunshine after the storm. It was home and it was love. It was you three.

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A/N: Soooo...I hope this one was good enough for ya! honestly idk what other consider angst anymore thats why I always put the '?' after the word

Tags: @warenai

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

[sweet-n-s4lty]

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅Forever Young

✩.*Obey me brothers + MC [Mainly platonic, in fact maybe even familial.] ✩.*Tags: Angsty-ish, MC getting old, Based on Forever Young by Alphaville.

Word count - 1.6K

You were gradually getting older. 

The brothers had all meant you when you were still a teen, 17 years old, bright-eyed and full of life. But now, even after the exchange program ended you were still a crucial character in their lives, you were a familiar face and home for a lot of them. A little sister whom they vowed to protect with their very essence. 

You were immensely important to them. 

And now, you sat here, much older than before and visiting the DevilDom again after being up in the human world for some time. You usually went back up and spent time there with your loved ones occasionally and returned to the House of Lamentation as you pleased. 

Lucifer was perhaps the first to realise it. The first to realise how wrinkles had been carved into your once dewy skin and how the corners of your eyes crinkled more than usual when you smiled. There were so much more things you needed help with and as much as they all tried their hardest to ignore it, a decade or three would pass in the blink of an eye and all of a sudden you needed to strain yourself to hear, you couldn’t see as well— hell, even your stubbornness melted into gentle compliance as you aged. 

“Luci, could you be a dear and read this for me?” You held up the menu of a restaurant you had been planning to go to with him and his brothers. You had a habit of looking over the menu before going and even years later, it seemed to have stuck. You held your DDD up to his face with a trembling hand. You sat next to him, looking at him with hopeful eyes as he read it out for you. You burst into light-hearted conversation and he didn’t mean to air you, but his eyes were so much more focused on you, analysing the difference that came with time’s cruel antics. 

Then Asmodeus realised the change. It was your birthday, decades ran past you and sometimes staring in the mirror made a lump form in your throat but you had to admit, you loved the way you looked. He realised how you couldn’t do your hair and makeup as well as before, how your hand quivered for no particular reason and how your arm easily tired from lifting, even for a simple moment. He nearly suffocated you in a hug that night. 

Leviathan realised how little you could stay up compared to your earlier years. You couldn’t stare at a screen for longer than 30 minutes before taking off your glasses and rubbing your eyes, you hated loud things, you complained it hurt your head, and lastly, you weren’t able to react as fast during games. Your fingers could barely keep up with your controller. He felt pathetic, unable to help because that’s simply how humans worked. 

Your ageing single-handedly occupied the brothers’ minds. In fact, on your 65th birthday, they cried. Every single one of them. Asmo and Levi clung to you, like babies, wailing about how they didn’t want to see you go no matter how much you assured them that you weren’t going to die that night. Mammon sniffled across from you at the table, nose red as he wiped with a tissue, Satan was solemn himself, angry tears falling down his face in hot streams. Both Beel and Belphie were trying their hardest not to cry but they failed, a sour expression on their faces as they silently wept but most surprising was Lucifer. He dabbed at his eyes before excusing himself from the room completely, shoulders shaking as he did.  You were flattered, sure, but old age didn’t mean anything was going to change, you’d love them all the same. You had to chuckle as the cake was eaten with salty tears and you made it your mission to coo everyone until they calmed down. 

Right now, you were sitting in the living room with Belphie and Beel each occupying your lap to rest their heads on. Mammon sat in between your knees and Asmo was behind you at the sofa, pawing at your hair like a lonesome cat. “Guys, it’s not like I’m gonna die tonight y’know? C’mon, shouldn’t you be happy on my birthday?”

Beel sniffled in response, Mammon grumbled something you couldn’t make out and Levi felt his eyes start to water. He dug his head in your shoulder and sniffled. “Oh, now you’re being babies,”

This kept happening at every birthday afterwards, every gift was given through tears, every candle was blown out in sobs, and every night, without fail, you’d have one of them curled up next to you all night. Just in case. 

“Who knew demons were so soft—” You chuckled. It was your birthday, celebration of your 70 years alive. You walked into Lucifer’s office, a slice of cake on a plate. You sat down in the chair before him, albeit with some effort, but you looked at him with a comforting smile, sliding the plate to him. “C’mon, Luci, I’d much rather you weren’t locked away on my birthday.”

“I needed a minute…” his voice was a little hoarse and his eyes were red. “I didn’t wanna kill the mood.”

“The mood for the past 5 years has been every single one of you crying a lot. I don’t think you’d ruin anything.” You leaned back slightly and took a bite of your cake from the plate in your lap. 

He laughed at that. It was a sad, wilted laugh, but anything was better than him crying all over again. “Why must humans be so fragile? You’re all so fundamentally weak, it’s painful seeing you grow up. We all know what comes with age.”

“Well, it’s definitely not wisdom when it comes to me, else you wouldn’t be weeping.” He chuckled again, taking a bite from the cake you set before him. It was red velvet, one of the few flavours of cake he could stand. 

“Its fragility.” His eyes were averted, directed down at the plate he was lazily poking at with his fork. “We have no idea when you might…”

“Bite the dust?”

“Yeah…that.” You couldn’t argue with that. You were frail, you could die from the simplest things and it felt worse when you had to be the one to comfort the demons despite there being no guarantee of breathing the next morning. 

You slept with Lucifer that night, he insisted you sleep in his bed, and he claimed it had more space. 

You didn’t mind. He had slim divers and everything smelt like flowers, different from the fiery cinnamon scent it usually carried. You didn’t mind and felt at peace. The brothers’ weeping and concern flooded your mind and you couldn’t help but smile, heart welling at the idea you were so loved. Lucifer breathed subtly next to you, sleeping peacefully. 

You silently got up. You checked in the demons’ rooms. 

You started with Mammon, who was fast, fast asleep. He was snoring away, drooling on his pillow as he lay there peacefully in sleep. You smiled, crouching down and laying a small kiss on his cheek. You watched him for a while, a smile on your face before you got up and closed his door, just as silently as you’d come in. Levi was next. You were actually sure he’d be awake but you were happily surprised to find him asleep, hugging the body pillow he had of a video game character your mind seemed to forget about. You chortled silently and kissed his forehead, stroking his hair. You wanted so badly to crawl up next to him but, just as you had done before, you left with the same stealth, careful not to wake him. 

Asmo lay in his bed, looking like a princess under all the silk of his duvets and frills of his pillows. His hair was tucked away under a satin scarf and a vibrant pink eye mask covered half of his face. He lay on his back, arms on his belly and you couldn’t help but smile at his devotion to beauty even in his hours of sleep. Another kiss was placed ever so softly on his cheeks before you inhaled the scent of his room and took your leave. You crept through the hallways of the House, making sure to visit everyone’s rooms, feeling the sudden urge to give them a kiss just to show the immense affection that your heart suddenly felt like it was bursting with. 

Satan’s room was definitely hard to navigate. Books lying everywhere meant it was difficult to navigate where to stand without tripping and as a result, knocking down various stacks. You had a few close calls but nevertheless, you made it to his sleeping body hunched over his desk. You gave him a kiss, lips pressing against his cheek, thumb stroking the same spot. You grabbed a blanket and threw it over his shoulders, he slightly moved and you nearly got a heart attack and hurried to leave as quickly and quietly as you could. 

And lastly you tiptoed into the twins’ room. They were very different sleepers; Beel was sprawled out, limbs spread out and tangled in his sheets, where as Belphegor was curled up in a foetal position. You passed a quick kiss to both of them, fixed both of their blankets and walked out, like you previously did for the others. 

Finally, you were back in Lucifer’s bed, he roused slightly, groaning in his sleep at the feeling of the mattress dipping with your weight. You kissed his forehead, placing his arm on your stomach. And finally, after such a long day, you let your eyes close and sighed at the relief of rest after so long. 

[estrellami-1]

Star baby when you have time could we please have more of the title screen fic? I’m so invested in what you’re going to do with eddie being the streamer Steve has been watching, will eddie say something on his streams that lets Steve know it’s eddie? Will steve keep coming back to the game store to play/ hang out with eddie? This is a cute one you could do a million parts and I would be on board for every one 💜

Darling! I’m SO sorry to keep you waiting!! Hopefully this meets your expectations. ❤️

Title Screen - Part 2

Steve doesn’t come back in just for Eddie, he swears.

It doesn’t hurt, of course, that Eddie lights up when the little bell above the door jingles. “Steve!” He grins. “Hey, what’re you here for?”

Steve flushes down to his toes, it feels like. “Feel free to tell me if I’m abusing some policy or whatever-”

Eddie waves him off and over to the console. “It’s still set up for you! Any plans for today?”

“I’d like to fish,” Steve admits. “Maybe trade with someone.”

Eddie hums. “Your first step in world domination?”

Steve snorts. “Exactly.”

They talk as Steve plays, and Eddie is even able to help him some.

Steve adamantly does not think about the thump in his chest every time he makes Eddie laugh.

He goes back home later and gets back on YouTube. His traitorous brain is deciding to take Eddie’s knowledge as a challenge, so he finds HFClub again and clicks on the next video he hasn’t seen.

“Oh, Dingus,” Robin sings, appearing in his doorway. She grins, a self-satisfied smirk of a thing, when she hears the audio. “Caesar salad sound good for dinner?”

Steve hums, pauses the video, lets his phone drop onto his chest. “D’you want me to help chop things?”

Robin smiles at him. “If you cut the chicken I’ll love you forever.”

Steve snorts, rolls his eyes. “You just don’t like touching raw chicken.”

“It’s slimy!” Robin defends herself. She flaps her hand at him as she turns to head to the kitchen. “Bring your phone, I wanna see what you’re watching, too.”

Steve snorts again, but does as she asks. The video plays, then the next one, and at one point the narrator laughs, and something about it sounds familiar. He wonders if he’s thinking of Robin’s laugh, but hers is rather nasally and giggly, and while the narrator’s is definitely a giggle, it’s got a little snort at the end that Robin doesn’t have.

He wonders if it sounds like one of his kids, but nothing’s ringing a bell, so he finally lets it go in favor of letting Robin’s rambling wash over him.

He restrains himself the next day—the next week, really—but eventually he does have to go back.

Eddie’s there again, grinning at him through the window. “Hey, Steve!” He bounces over and leans against a shelf. “And what brings you in today? More world domination?”

Steve laughs. “Maybe,” he allows. “I’m actually here for Dustin’s birthday present, and I’m hoping you can help, even if you don’t have it. He was talking about some kind of figurine, the last time we talked? Something based on one of your campaigns, I think.”

“Oh!” Eddie grins and scampers further into the shop. “The Hellrider Badge!” He digs through a bin and holds something up. “Not a figurine, it’s for his costume. And may I suggest…” he digs through another bin and unearths a pouch, opening it and pouring coins into his hand. “Barovian coins!”

Steve blinks and holds out his hand, looking at the badge and coins before smiling up at Eddie. “I’m gonna admit, I have no idea what any of this is for, but I’m willing to trust you.” He hands the items back to Eddie, who grins and takes them behind the counter.

“High praise, I’ll try my best to live up to it. You wanna pay now and go? Or I can hold these for later… maybe after a certain game?”

Steve chuckles. “How bored do you get here?”

Eddie shrugs. “It’s usually pretty empty. It definitely has its moments, though.”

Steve snorts. “I don’t doubt it.” He wanders over to the counter. “What’s your craziest story?”

Eddie hums in thought. “Probably the time that one guy threatened arson because we didn’t have what he wanted.”

Steve’s jaw drops. “You’re kidding.”

“Nope. I believe his exact words were I’ll burn this place to the ground. And he wasn’t kidding, either, we had to get the police involved. Thankfully this was back when my uncle still worked here, so it wasn’t just one of us here with Psycho, y’know?”

“Your uncle used to work here? That’s cool.”

“I- yeah? He- I- um.” He rubs a hand over the back of his neck, blush rising on his cheeks. “He owned it? And then I took over when he retired.”

Steve laughs. “So that’s why you’re always here!”

Eddie chuckles. “Was that question plaguing you? You could’ve asked.”

Steve just shrugs, smirking as he says, “it added to the mystery.”

[maximumwobblerbanditdonut]

Had you played TV cliché bingo while watching The Couple Next Door, I do believe sparks would have been flying from your dabber. I’m almost in awe that so many were crammed in before the first ad break alone. Barely seven minutes in, Becka (Jessica De Gouw) and Danny (Sam Heughan) were pulling each other’s clothes off and having sex at their living room window, curtains open, in a way that no married couple whose small child has just left the room ever do. Except in TV La-La land.

It was a bonus, though, for Alan the Pervert (Hugh Dennis), who has a telescope trained on their house and dark circles under his eyes that suggest he does a lot of squinting while hunched over his computer (and I don’t mean at Wordle).

I suppose at least this drama owns its clichés. What am I saying? It revels in them. It opened with the classic taster of horror to come, Eleanor Tomlinson as Evie running in what we shall call TV’s “sexy terrified” way. That is, frightened but looking hot, hot, hot in a short silk nightie as she ran barefoot through a forest. We then flipped back in time to Evie and Pete (Alfred Enoch) happily arriving at their new suburban idyll to start their family, which was a sort of sunny Wisteria Lane and not at all like the Leeds I remember from when I lived there.

It told us everything was too smug to be true by having laughing children playing with water guns, lawns being mowed, cars being washed. Uh-oh. We know that can’t last. And it didn’t. Evie miscarried her baby (conceived with a donor because Pete has “puny sperm”) by minute 16. I have a terrible feeling that the koi carp in the garden are some sort of “swimmers” metaphor.

Sometimes the dialogue was so stilted, I wondered if it was a spoof. “You guys will get through this,” Danny said to Pete, who should really have responded by asking if he was a chatbot. It soon transpired that Danny and Becka were swingers (it’s based on a Dutch series called, yes, The Swingers) and they promptly had “that couple we met in Marbella” round for some wife swapping as Pete watched from his window. Has anyone in this street ever considered closing a blind? And, actually, aren’t they “the couple opposite”, not “next door”?

There’s a dull subplot about Danny being a dodgy copper, which ties in to a dull investigation that local journalist Pete wants to look into, but his editor wants him to cover the opening of a new city library. A new library? Pull the other one. The UK has closed about 800 of them in the past decade.

At least Evie cheered up when she got Danny’s powerful beast between her legs. Oh, I mean his motorbike, though it’s obvious it won’t be long before the other beast comes into play. I feared we might get to the end of the episode without it committing the top TV cliché on the bingo card, namely spontaneous sex on a kitchen worktop. But, no. Evie and Pete gave us a full house by doing exactly that — and during a storm for added cheesiness.

These couples are as wooden as Dutch clogs, but I am enjoying Dennis’s greasy performance as the disgusting stalker who pretends to like yoga so he can be near Becka. I must warn you that later in the series it’s traumatic to see the man who played the nice dad in Outnumbered masturbating. I must also warn you that episode two contains some of the worst cringey couple dancing you are likely to witness in your lifetime. I think the moral of this silly but entertainingly corny tale is going to be: “Don’t shag the neighbours.”

thetimes.co.uk

Carol Midgley joined The Times in 1996 and is a former Feature Writer of the Year winner. Find her column in Times 2 each Wednesday and her TV reviews on Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays.

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Indeed I saw all the reviews after the streaming view, including all episodes. The Times’ review concretes many things about The Couple Next Door 💁‍♀️

[rileyslibrary]

Hiii I love your writing so much and I absolutely die for all the Ghostxreader fluff!!! This is my first request ever and I’m not sure if your reqs are closed or not so if they are, you can ignore this.I was wondering if you could write a short drabble of the reader(gn!!) obtaining a nerf gun or water gun and surprising Simon with a sneak attack??

I thought it’d be funny to see how his military instincts would react to him being fired at with a foam bullet or a stream of water…

Like if it were a nerf gun I’d imagine the reader tossing Simon an identical one in their living room/base and having a stand-off between the couch:33

And if it were a water gun I can imagine it being a really hot summer’s day and the reader’s excuse would be to cool him off!!

Anyways yeah i love love your work so much and keep up the great work!!!:DD

Hi dear! Thank you for reading! 😊

Your request is what would happen if “No Fun Allowed” and “Nice Shot” had a baby together. (“Nice shot” is F!Reader, though)

Them having a stand-off between the couch is a cute idea, so instead of a drabble, I have added some more details to your imagine.

First of all, you do NOT want to shoot while he has a gun on him because things might turn sour really fast if you consider the lieutenant’s reflexes. So, for our sake, let’s imagine he’s resting somewhere at the base, maybe lying on a couch in the living room, practising knots with a paracord.

The door to the room is open, and you stand on the other side, waiting for the right moment to attack. You take one step to the side, aim at his head, and pull the trigger. Unfortunately, you miss, and the bullet flies above his head, landing at the back of the couch.

He doesn’t miss his chance, though. He throws the paracord to the ground and instantly jumps behind the couch to take cover.

“You coward," he murmurs, raising his head from behind the couch and exposing his eyes to you. “Attacking an unarmed person?"

“Not anymore,” you reply and throw an identical Nerf gun on the couch. He reaches over, grabs the gun, and drags it back to his cover.

You would think he’d be able to use it right away with so much experience. However, it takes a few attempts for him to figure out how it works, and then he’s ready to go.

On his command, the two of you begin your “fight,” this time on equal terms (although every time he misses, he becomes salty and blames it on the “new technology.”)

[jjungkookislife]

Quarterly Fic Recs 2023: #1

Hello! I'm back with the first quarterly fic rec list of the year! I didn't read much these past few months but here are the fics I enjoyed!

Seokjin

Knocked @sailoryooons

summary: Living with people is difficult, but all things considered, your new roommate isn’t terrible. He cooks, he cleans, and if you had to be honest - incredibly attractive. But his habit of streaming until the early hours of the morning while yelling and making other questionable noises has pushed you to the limit. You’ve finally decided to risk your sanity and put it all on the line with a reckless bet in hopes of getting some peace and quiet at night.

Yoongi

Twirl For Me @gimmethatagustd

summary: You’re perfectly content with admiring your ballet student’s father from afar, until he discovers the secret of your second job when he pays for a VIP room at the local strip club. What’s worse is your new knowledge of his secret life that won’t let you get him off your mind, no matter how awful it is. 

Under the Ice @hamsterclaw

summary: You and your partner Jimin are part of an emergency evacuation on the Hope base in Antarctica. A crack team is drafted in to help. The only problem? It includes your ex-husband Min Yoongi.

The Window @kithtaehyung

summary: you get to spend the holidays in a lavish private lodge with your brother and all his friends. but you’re just really fucking sad tonight… and maybe a bit mad, too.

Hoseok

none :(

Namjoon

Baby Fever @wildestdreamsblog

summary: You were more than just a secretary to him.

Jimin

none :(

Taehyung

none :(

Jungkook

Cherry Bomb @milfgyuu

summary: You’re a cocktail waitress in a high end nightclub and you’ve been mutually crushing on one of the bartenders. Tonight, one of your customers oversteps boundaries and when Jungkook gets involved, you’re ready to toss your ‘no dating co-workers’ policy out the window. 

Because I Love You Ch. 7 @readyplayerhobi

summary: According to society, Jeon Jungkook should not be with you. He should be with a younger, hotter and thinner girl instead of wasting his time on you. It’s a good thing Jungkook doesn’t care what society thinks then.

The Art of Trying @venusiangguk

summary: you’re trying to forget jungkook, but he’s trying to make sure you remember why you shouldn’t. 

Love to Hate (Extra Scene 1: Jungkook's POV) @kpopfanfictrash

summary: Born with a silver spoon in your mouth, you've done your best to rid yourself of the taste since you were old enough to walk. Occasionally though, your mother manages to rope you into an obligatory function – or a blind date with playboy billionaire, Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook stands for everything you loathe about the world you left behind, but you can’t deny the spark of attraction between you. Intrigued by the promise of mutual satisfaction, you agree to one night in bed… and quickly realize you’re in far, far deeper than you ever intended.

Antidote @gimmethatagustd

summary: You know exactly how to make your boyfriend feel better when he’s feeling down, but he has his own plans.

Busted Again @btsgotjams27

summary: jungkook looks way too good in this outfit, and you need him to do some unspeakable things to you while in it.

OT7/Multiple Members

none :(

Seokjin

none :(

Yoongi

none :(

Hoseok

Good Teacher @here2bbtstrash

summary: hoseok teaching reader to suck dick ft. a serious virginity kink

Let's Put On a Show @/readyplayerhobi

summary: Welcome to HopeWorld! Lay back and enjoy a show with BehindTheScene’s number one dominant camboy, Hope! Are you looking for a Master to make you whine? A Sir to make you beg? Or a Daddy to treat you right? Hope’s got something for everyone...

Flower ^

summary: You finally decide to take a dip into the world of online dating and find the Flower dating app. One of the top matches for you proves to be a guy who looks to be your complete opposite; tattooed, pierced, a metalhead and oh…incredibly handsome. What happens when you throw caution to the wind and reach out to him?

Peppermint ^

summary: Achieving your dream job is something that very people manage to do, which is why you’re all the more happier when you land a job on the film team at Poppin’ Culture; the biggest pop culture website, blog and YouTube channel around. What you don’t expect however, is to fall for the exceptionally shy and awkward colleague who is not even remotely your type. Or is he?

Transference @dark-muse-iris

summary: Prolonged periods of work-related stress bring you to a crossroads in your life that leaves you prone to make impulsive decisions. During a routine visit to the local bakery, you stumble upon an intriguing business card belonging to a "tantric therapist" and take a risk. When you discover your therapist is an attractive young man with a penchant for shibari, you throw caution to the wind as he helps guide you to self-recovery.

Gone Wild @johobi

summary: Hoseok consumes porn like he does Cheetos: in unhealthily large amounts. He’s seen, and jacked off to, most things imaginable. But there are those photos that always draw him back…

Namjoon

Leave No Trace Behind @yoongiphoria

famous!namjoon x gn!reader

Jimin

I Can Do Better @here4btsfics

summary: Your boyfriend of two years just dumped you and you're angry and sad. So get hammered with your coworker at his place and eat bad food and watch trash TV. Which leads to some interesting conversations.

Taehyung

Daydreaming @hisunshiine

summary: Give me all of your love, gimme something to dream about. KTH is your favorite camboy, and as a loyal subscriber, you are chosen to test out some new features on the platform he uses to go live. He’s really good at selling his viewers a dream, and as a thanks to a new milemark he’s hit on the platform, he’s choosing one winner to get their fantasy scene. 

Late Night Talking ^

summary: ‘we’ve been doing all this late-night talking about anything you want until the morning, now you’re in my life, i can’t get you off my mind.’ KTH is your favorite camboy, & you’ve just been chosen as the winner of his contest. The winner gets to have their fantasy play out, with a twist and a gift...the platform is testing a new ability to allow the content creators to also see their subscribers in real time. 

Cinema ^

summary: i guess we’re in time, if you’re getting yourself wet for me. KTH is your favorite camboy, & after winning a contest, the two of you have grown closer and gotten to know each other after a one-on-one session. After realizing you live in the same city, he asks to meet you—IRL.

Jungkook

The Ex Text @kookdiaries

summary: The 2 AM texts have started again, and despite wishing to forget him, you’ll never have anyone as good as your ex.

Because I Love You Ch. 8 @/readyplayerhobi

summary: According to society, Jeon Jungkook should not be with you. He should be with a younger, hotter and thinner girl instead of wasting his time on you. It’s a good thing Jungkook doesn’t care what society thinks then.

Lucky, Lucky Girl @kth1fics

summary: The joy of Jungkook having a grand ol’ time with his own personal karaoke night causes you, his roommate, to grow more and more annoyed.

Love to Hate (Extra Scene 2: Jungkook's POV) @/kpopfanfictrash

summary: Born with a silver spoon in your mouth, you've done your best to rid yourself of the taste since you were old enough to walk. Occasionally though, your mother manages to rope you into an obligatory function – or a blind date with playboy billionaire, Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook stands for everything you loathe about the world you left behind, but you can’t deny the spark of attraction between you. Intrigued by the promise of mutual satisfaction, you agree to one night in bed… and quickly realize you’re in far, far deeper than you ever intended.

Red-Handed @bangtanstanst

summary: Two lessons learned today: patience is a virtue, and fitting rooms are much less private than you thought.

On Mute @yoon-kooks

summary: You always assumed your handsome coworker was down to fuck anyone in the office except for you. He always assumed you weren’t interested in a guy like him. And both of you were content with never admitting your feelings… until he unknowingly confided in you in the realms of a certain tactical FPS game.

Micro-orgasm @dovechim

summary: biology lab takes an entirely different spin when you find something unexpected in your cheek cell sample. 

OT7/Multiple Members

Before I Leave You Ch. 47 @hollyhomburg

summary: A visit to Namjoon’s hospital to get tae on some gender affirming hormones (good girl juice) leads to some…surprising developments. “You can’t just say ‘addictive slick’ and expect us to be on board with it!?”

Seokjin

9 Months to Fall In Love Ch. 21 Ch. 22 Ch. 23 @floralseokjin

summary: It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in. Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it. Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

Yoongi

Ego: Hoe Chronicles @suga-kookiemonster

summary: he was messing with you again. he was messing with you, trying to get a reaction out of you simply for his own amusement. but you refused to give it to him—refused to give him the satisfaction of playing right into his hands.

Three Tangerines @/kithtaehyung

summary: throughout high school, you sometimes caught glimpses of your brother’s older friends: some of them were sweet, some of them were smart. but the one closest to him? that guy was a total f*ckboy from day one. after a foray of horrid relationships spanning years - ending with one that broke up with you for an alarming reason - you needed advice on what the hell you were doing wrong… and this wasn’t a conversation for anyone sweet or smart.

Summer BBQ ^

summary: the summer cookout at your place is fun as hell despite the way you have to avoid yoongi looking like sin incarnate. but when he gets asked an unavoidable question, you suddenly feel exposed. and very, very cold. 

Fortuitous @underthejoon

summary: Your fates were sealed long before your paths crossed. Get your diploma and get married. You were similar in that way – both bound by outdated customs. Falling in love was never something either of you dared to dream about. Until it happened.

Of Fire and Love @/hollyhomburg

summary: When Dragon Yoongi finds baby Jungkook in the wreckage of a house he burned down, he can’t bring himself to kill the child. Months after someone drops off a baby at your door, you start to notice something- or someone, lurking at the edge of the woods.

Sweetener @taegularities

summary: You used to know how he sounded when you were wrapped around him, but circumstances have pulled you apart and sent you scattering in opposite directions. Feelings shouldn't reappear so easily by simple words, but when you find yourselves in the same place once again, this is exactly what happens.

Take Five @jiminrings

summary: dr. min yoongi’s a board-certified dermatologist; skilled, renowned, and in-demand — oh and also, he’s divorced. alternatively, you’re yoongi’s nurse and you have a crush on him, and he gives you five chances to ask him out — he never said anything about accepting though.

Insemination Wars @prolixitae

summary: getting pregnant isn’t an easy feat, especially when balancing work and a stubborn husband. a chronological compilation that highlights the trial and error of good old-fashioned baby making

Crescent Bound @parkhabits

summary: Being a transfer student in the middle of the term was no one’s ideal choice. Maybe this time would be different, this time you’d try and branch out of your little academic bubble and create a social life, friendships, maybe even find love. It didn’t take long to figure out that Min Yoongi only associated within his specific group. Yet something drew you to him and him to you, however you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more to him. 

The Airdrop Incident @/yoon-kooks

summary: You accidentally AirDrop a racy photo of yourself in strappy lingerie to your hot and arrogant neighbor Min Yoongi.

Hoseok

none :(

Namjoon

Make a Move @joheunsaram

summary: Your perfect summer bucket list was almost complete, except for one newly added item.

You're Welcome to Stay, If You Want @taleasnewastime

werewolf au

Jimin

Put It On Me @jimilter

summary: When you signed up to model your cleavage for a jewelry commercial, no one bothered to tell you it wasn’t gonna be a solo shoot. It’s unfair being blindsided and you want to protest, but A-list model and flirt extraordinaire Park Jimin’s steel-cut abs have you kinda tongue-tied. And then you get kinda too busy thinking of other ways in which you’d like him to shut you up.

Taehyung

Beautiful Dreamer @mikrokcsmos

summary: in which you’re on your honeymoon, and though you should be enamored by the sights around you – you still believe that your husband is better.

Ladybug @cupoftaae

Jungkook

Sweet Nothing @adonis-koo

summary: being a guest at the Jeon Estate after a mishap of being kidnapped and dragged into your brothers affairs isn’t all that bad. Truth be told it brings you a lot closer to the mobster and owner of the estate Jeon Jungkook himself. His two rules are simple, don’t cause trouble and don’t give him a hard time. Somehow you manage to constantly do both in the most endearing way despite being pregnant and waddling around most of the time.

T-Shirt @still-with-koo

summary: you wake up in your friend’s bed after spending last night partying at his sister’s wedding as his fake girlfriend.

OT7/Multiple Members

The Sordid Place Ch. 2 @nabiolive

summary: Namjoon breaks down and installs Grindr after his friends complain he is “terminally single,” despite never really being into hook ups. Jungkook is an old pro at the hookup app. Their connection is instant.

Collateral ^

summary: Your ex-boyfriend gets in over his head working for the local mafia, and Boss Min has come to collect his payment: You. But was it simply a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time? Or has he always had his sights on you?

Before I Leave You Ch. 49 @hollyhomburg

summary: Hobi has a bad day, you make it better.

Daydreams @euphoricfilter

summary: sometimes it’s nice to get lost in daydreams

[allemantheias]

Parent triangle. Part 7.

Taking Alejandro home.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. {Part 7.} Part 8 coming soon.

Word count: 1756. Warnings can be found in part 1. Read Parent triangle on AO3.

"Just got a call from the hospital. There were no complications, he's been awake for a few hours now and allowed visitors from one till eight in the evening."

"He is?" Tears start to form in my eyes immediately, happy that Alejandro made it through the night. "Did they say anything about when he can go home?"

"It depends on today's check-ups."

"I'm gonna prepare dinner as much as I can, so I don't have to do it all tonight." I don't want to be in the kitchen when I have to take care of Alejandro.

"You are not doing anything, my love. You have a concussion and are only allowed to rest."

"A light concussion!"

"Which is still a concussion. Any concussion needs to be treated as a serious injury." Rudy turns me around and guides me to the couch. "Sit. I'll get you a glass of fruit agua frescas and some actual fruit for you to eat." After returning from the kitchen, he puts the glass of fruitwater on the coffee table and gives the bowl he holds in his other hand to me. "We're getting takeout tonight, you're resting."

"Ale needs healthy food now he's had surgery."

"I'll cook then. Don't worry, baby." He kisses my lips and walks to the front door when the doorbell rings. "Please follow the doctor's advice while I'm gone." He turns to the person who's waiting outside. "Are you sure you can handle her stubborn ass?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine. If she doesn't behave I'll tell her Johnny's not allowed to eat her food anymore." Kyle peeks around the corner and smirks at me.

"No! That's unfair!" I yell at him.

"Then you better take your rest." Rodolfo laughs from the hallway and both men enter the living room soon after.

"Fi-hine." I sigh, frustrated that I can't do my thing and just have to watch movies and series or something.

"Good, I'll be at base for a few hours then."

"Be back in time." I don't want to be a second late for the visiting hours of the hospital.

"Lo haré. Te amo. (I will. Love you.)" Rudy places another swift kiss on my lips and walks to the front door.

"Yo también te amo. (I love you too.)" I turn to Kyle, who pops down next to me, when Rudy closes the door and gets in his car. "We're going to watch movies."

"Fine with me, I have the day off anyway."

"Do the others not need you?"

"They can handle it without me. And they are joined by some Special Forces guys." He explains.

"I assume the Task Force isn't here to train with the Special Forces?"

"No, we're after a weapon supplier. Alejandro had some leads on where they may get distributed from. The guys are checking some of them out today."

"Rudy too?"

"No, he's keeping an eye out on the base until Alejandro is back." Kyle sees my mood change when he says that and changes the topic. "What do you wanna watch? We have five hours to kill."

"I need a good laugh first, so a comedy? After that some sci-fi, if you're into that." I look up at him and he nods, grabs the remote and scrolls through the list of comedies on the streaming service.

"I'm absolutely into sci-fi movies."

"Good, I'll get you a drink and then we can start." Before I can move, he holds me back with a hand on my shoulder.

"You're not allowed to leave the sofa."

"But what if I need to pee?"

"That's an exception." He goes into the kitchen and rummages around in the cabinets. "Anything you want now I'm here?"

"No, I'm fine. Rudy got me a drink and food just before you arrived." I eat a slice of apple that's in the bowl.

The fridge door closes and Kyle comes back with a cup. "How are you feeling after yesterday's stuff?"

"I'm okay, bit of a headache so now and then, but that's it. The baby is also okay."

"Yeah, Rudy told me you have a concussion-"

"Light concussion." I rectify.

"-he told me you have a light concussion and that I have to wake you up every two hours if you're asleep."

"I won't fall asleep. I'm wide awake."

"Let's watch that movie then." He sits back and we enjoy the first movie, a comedy. "Lauren, wake up, it's been two hours since you fell asleep." Kyle softly tickles my arm and I remove my head from his shoulder. "Wide awake, huh?"

"I guess I was more tired than I thought." I stretch my back and drink from the room-temperature fruitwater. "When did I fall asleep?"

"Like half an hour into the movie."

"And you sat there with my head on your shoulder for all this time?"

"Yes." He smiles warmly. "Why don't you take another nap? Sleeping is good for your concussion."

"That's not a bad idea. I'm still so tired." A yawn escapes my lips and my eyes get watery from it.

"Let's get you to bed then." He helps me up and takes me to the bathroom, waits outside while I empty my bladder. When I'm done he follows me into the room and lays the bed sheet on top of me after I lay down on my side. "Call me when you wake up before I have to wake you up. Don't go down the stairs alone."

"I'll do that, yes."

"Okay, sleep well." He leaves the room and my heavy eyelids close. "Did she give you a rough time?" Rodolfo's voice outside of the bedroom wakes me up.

"Easiest babysitting of my life." Kyle laughs. "She fell asleep thirty minutes after you left." Is it time to visit Alejandro? I sit up and activate my phone's screen. It's almost one thirty! Without thinking about my current health status, I jump out of bed and run to the hallway, almost bump into the guys.

"Shit, I'm dizzy." I stood up too fast and see stars in front of my eyes.

"Careful, babygirl." Rudy holds me tight in case I fall. "You good?"

"Yeah, the stars are gone."

"You need to eat something before we go to the hospital."

"I'll grab some fruit." I sigh as I walk down the stairs, followed by both men. In the kitchen I grab a banana from the fruit bowl and fill a small bottle with pear juice from the jar in the fridge. "I'm ready to go." With a bite of banana in my mouth I walk past Rudy and Kyle.

"Cool, I'll be returning to base and see if the others need help. Price also still needs my report about yesterday's events." He smiles at me and goes to the patrol car from base after Rudy opened the front door.

"Thanks for taking care of her."

"It was a nice change from doing reports all day." The car door closes and Kyle drives off the driveway.

"Let's go visit our boyfriend."

"Yes!" I grab Rodolfo's hand and take him to the garage. "Alejandro!" Tears start streaming down my face the second I see him and walk up to the bed he's sitting on. His left arm is bound to his chest, that's wrapped in bandages together with his upper arm, so he can't move it.

"It's okay, doll. I'm fine." He pushes himself up with his free arm, hangs his legs over the edge and pulls me against his chest, and arm, grunts quietly from the pain that he causes himself with this.

"I'm so sorry!" I sob.

"You don't get to be sorry, nothing happened."

"You got shot, because of me ."

"I taunted your dad. It's all on me, mi amor (my love)." With his hand on the side of my face, he makes me look up at him with my watery eyes. "How are you?"

I wipe my tears with the back of my hand. "I'm okay."

"What about our baby?"

"We both need another check-up next week, but everything looked good on yesterday's ultrasound."

"I hope that means everything is okay."

"Me too, Rudy will never let me out of his sight again if me or the baby aren't okay."

"Correct, but that's only so no other insane person can hurt you." Rodolfo kisses our boyfriend and sits down on the chair next to the bed. I didn't even hear him come in. "So, how was your night?"

"I don't know, they kept me asleep until early in the morning." Alejandro lets go of me and I lean against the windowsill next to Rudy.

"How is the pain now?"

"Manageable, the only bad pain I had was the bullet that got stuck in my abdomen." He explains and talks about the surgery more, even shows the bullets that the surgeon gave him after. My stomach starts to feel off and I can't focus on the conversation they have, so I zone out and rest my head on the wall. "Princesa, are you okay?"

"Hmm?" It takes me a few seconds to pull myself back into reality. "Just a little nauseous."

"Come here, lay down with me." Alejandro shifts to the edge of the bed, so there is room for me. He helps me get comfortable and wraps his right arm around me when I place my head on his chest. "Get some rest, baby." Lovingly he places a few kisses on my forehead. Almost immediately my eyelids become too heavy to keep open and I give in. "Are she and the baby really okay?"

"The baby's okay. Lau has a concussion and needs another check-up next week. Until then she needs to rest."

"She has a concussion?"

"She didn't tell you, did she?" Rudy isn't even surprised anymore.

"No."

"Yeah, she needs to be woken up every two hours when she sleeps."

"Guess we'll wake her up in two hours from now, then." Alejandro stroking my side is the last thing I notice before I fall asleep. Alejandro had his last check-ups at the end of the afternoon and when everything seemed good, the doctor told us he was allowed to come home with us. Rodolfo made dinner for the three of us and after that we watched a movie in bed. That wasn't the best idea with my concussion, but I loved spending time with both my men. Alejandro and I both made it halfway into the movie before we fell asleep. Rudy still had to wake me up every two hours.

[wormdebut]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

I was tagged by @thefreakandthehair and @wynnyfryd You’re both so hot and cool and talented it’s unreal.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Fifteen

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

88,773

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Stranger Things

The only other fandom I’ve ever considered writing for is Good Omens, but I’m so obsessed with Steddie I don’t know if I can peel myself away.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Cut It Loose, Watch You Work The Room

2. I Like Playing Dumb Until You Figure Me Out

3. Tell Eddie He Looks Sexy With His Hair Pushed Back

4. All You Have Is Your Fire

5. Comb The Crowd, Pick You Out

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Abso-fucking-lutely I Do. Why? Because I am in shock and awe that anyone anywhere appreciated the goofy thing I wrote so much that they commented to tell me that. Thank you thank you thank you for commenting on fics. It means everything.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I’m incapable of not writing a happy ending. Happy Ending are GUARANTEED IN THIS HOME. However, Wynn noted I did write a bonus microfic that was posted to Tumblr only that was angsty. Fun fact: it was based off a very un-angsty IRL experience with Wynnyfryd herself.

‘If They Won’t Call You Wynny Baby, I Will.’

Anyway, read Drunk Words—Sober Thoughts if you wanna.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All of…All of them I—yall you know my Steddies are so fucking in love with each other it’s stupid.

But Comb The Crowd, Pick You Out is especially cheese.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, and I’m blessed for that, but even if I did…all my buddies know how truly dedicated I am to the fact that We are responsible for our own online experience. Don’t let goofy goobers who have nothing better to do than put you down, get to you. If yall ever get hate and need someone to tell you you’re fucking worth it—cmere.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Me? Write Smut? Oh my god I could never—

Yall what haven’t I written, be so fucking for real.

Requests? Drop ‘Em in my Ask Box.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Nooo. I do not. Obviously I have a mess of a good omens X steddie AU rattling around in my brain, but it will never come to fruition

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No, but where I largely write Rockstar dom daddy Eddie it’s very easy to see different variations of similar plot lines. Alas, Two Cakes

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No! But I would cry if one ever was.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No! My writing style is so chaotic I think anyone I wrote with would be shook and terrified. HOWEVER, I may have something coming with @steddieas-shegoes real fuckin’ soon.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Steddie. My angels. The loves of my life.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Oh god. The first thing I ever started writing for Steddie was a Rockstar AU. Shocked looks from the lived audience. Where Steve and Robin moved to Chicago and Eddie covers Head Like a Hole by Nine Inch Nails. Fuckin’ Woof. May it rest in slutty slutty pieces.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Writing seventy two miles of really spicy foreplay…and dialogue 😂

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Some authors are so fucking incredible with imagery and beautiful descriptions of scenes and I just don’t think I’m one of them, but I would like to be one day.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I can barely speak English so I would never write a fic where Eddie speaks French when he fucks…

Anyway stream Tell Eddie He Looks Sexy

19. First fandom you wrote for?

That I published? Stranger Things.

That’s buried in the back of my closet, handwritten in a notebook? The Backstreet Boys.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Kiss Your Knuckles (Before You Punch Me In The Face) It is everything to me.

Well that was fuckin’ fun as heck. Tagging with absolutely zero pressure a couple buddies 🖤

@messessentialist @steddieas-shegoes @just-my-latest-hyperfixation @aidaronan @sourw0lfs @t-boyeddie @scarcrossdlvrs @runninriot @cuips-not-cute @onirislanding @thisapplepielife