#they have a checklist to get into heaven

[toalwaysbeme]

You know how one of the big things that people who grew up atheist/agnostic can't understand about Christians is like a fundamentally different motivation? Like they will be baffled when a Christian deadass does not care about finding happiness in this life. And like I get it, I also think we only get this one life and making the most joy in it is the point, if there's any point at all. But like I have not figured out how to do that. I often feel like scattered moments of happiness that will never outweigh how I feel the rest of the time is really as good as it will ever get and I'd so much rather not have been born than live. So like I fucking get it, I get why someone would be so steadfast in believing this is not all there is and it doesn't matter if we're happy here. I get needing to believe there's joy promised just beyond the horizon. Delayed gratification sucks but it's easier than facing the much more likely conclusion that general happiness or even contentment simply is not achievable, ever.

[thirstywoso]

LESSONS IN PHOTOGRAPHY

Jessie Fleming x Reader

A/N: a little short one that I wrote in an hour

W/C: 1k

Warnings: not really smut but a little suggestive and some masturbation so MDNI 18+

so if you're looking for hardcore smut this is not it

Will do a part 2 which will be actual smut if I get a request for it

After your girlfriend signed with the Thorns your life in London was uprooted and together you made the move to Portland.

You'd both been to the city on occasions in the past but after living in Portland for a month now yourself and Jessie realised neither of you had really explored the place you now called home.

Your girlfriend clad in some white shorts and a black tank top yourself in dark blue shorts and a loose fitting white shirt, you found yourself downtown with a checklist of places you "MUST" visit according to Jessie's teammate Sam.

No surprise to you, your better half had her camera hanging off of her shoulder with one hand in yours and the other holding a large cup of what she calls "liquid heaven"

As you wondered down the streets you noticed the way Jessie would stop occasionally, snapping photos of the roses, lining herself up to get the correct angles of the buildings she liked the look of. Jessie would spend sometime perfecting her shot at each place you went to.

Yourself a fan of history would read out facts from your phone about said buildings or architecture Jessie was capturing. Unbeknownst to you a few of those photos she captured were of you in deep thought or in awe of what you were looking at. You really were the perfect match.

Jessie loved her camera almost as much as you and was hardly seen without it. That being said one of the few things she loved more was capturing you, from every single angle.

She enjoyed capturing the way your lip would tuck between your teeth as you would concentrate on one of your crossword puzzles, the way that vein would pop out of your neck when you were frustrated with whatever had you occupied. She would never get sick of taking these photos, especially the ones capturing your smile and the warmth behind your eyes.

You'd never really known this about Jessie until the day was almost coming to an end and you'd caught her taking a photo of you. After questioning Jessie and adding slight pressure when she wouldn't tell you anything and mimicking zipping her mouth shut, locking it and throwing away the key. You finally broke her finding out all about Jessie's little habit profusely blushing as she told you.

Returning to the apartment later on that evening you has begged Jessie to show you the photos she'd taken of you. Opening her laptop you saw the folder titled 'My girl" and your heart swelled, then almost combust when you saw the number of photos in the album. 4,332 to be exact.

"Oh Jessie" you say looking at her

She returns your gaze nervously "too much?"

"You're perfect Jess" you say leaning in to kiss her.

Pulling away Jess can't help but look into your eyes as she fiddles with her fingers. "I have a question... well more of a request which I've kinda wanted to do for awhile"

She pauses for a breath unsure how to go on. "Go ahead?" You say anxiously waiting to see what the request was.

"Iwanttophotographyounaked" she rushes out, once noticing your confusion she repeats herself this time a little slower, taking a deep breath "I want to photograph you naked, if that's okay?"

"Yeah?" You question excitedly.

"Yeah"

After discussing how you were going to go about it Jessie led you into your shared bedroom. Kissing you before she helped you remove your clothes.

"Are you sure, if you want to stop we can at anytime"

"I'm sure" you confirm.

"I want you to lay on your side with your head propped up in your hand" she begins to direct you.

You do as she says and get into position, after a few clicks Jessie then asks you to change position. Repeating this for awhile as you pose in various ways for her, occasionally complimenting you, telling you how good your jawline looks or the way the light cascades down the swell of your breasts.

She couldn't help but be in awe of how beautiful you looked.

Getting more bold Jessie then started directing you to pose in some more compromising positions like with your head thrown back or your hands squeezing your chest.

You couldn't deny that it was turning you on being told exactly what to do by Jessie.

Eventually being more bold yourself you began to touch yourself for Jessie, the clicks of her camera becoming faster.

Your hand snakes between your legs finding your evident arousal.

You slid your fingers along your folds spreading your wetness, Jessie's mouth watering as she captured the way your sex glistened.

She made sure to take in the way you bit your lip, your legs as they spread wider, the way your hand furiously rubbed between your legs your finger tips as the swiped across your clit.

"Fingers inside" Jessie demands

You'd be a fool not to comply and with that two of your fingers are swallowed into your wanting pussy with ease.

You were embarrassingly wet but showing off for Jessie you didn't care.

"Curl those fingers baby I want to see the pleasure on your face"

Taking photos of every inch of you she couldn't get enough wanting to capture every single part of this moment.

After a few more directions from Jessie regarding position and how to touch yourself you were right on the edge.

Your girlfriend practically drooling as your face contorted in pleasure, snapping the pictures of your screwed up face as you came and the arousal spread across your thighs.

Taking your fingers and sucking them clean putting on a show for Jessie as she continued to snap away with her mouth agape.

"Fuck it" she groaned almost throwing her camera to one side as she pounced on you.

"I need to taste you"

Shoving your fingers covered in your slick into her mouth, her eyes roll back as she swirls her tongue around your digits releasing them with a pop.

"I think it's only fair I get to fuck you after that little show"

[ellecdc]

hello loveeee 🩷

can i request cbbh universe jily take harry to diagon alley and shop for school supplies before he goes off to hogwarts for the first time 🥹 i cant stop thinking of their reactions when harry gets matched with a wand (+ jily getting emo remembering their first time at ollivanders too 🥲) and james hyping his boy up as they get him his broom 🥹

this is totally not me tryna heal from canon trauma ha ha…

I fucking loved this - thank you for requesting! May we all heal from the trauma that was the canon HP universe.

CBBH James Potter x Lily Evans Potter // Sirius black x Vixen

The boys were practically vibrating with excitement as the group of six made their way to Diagon Alley. And by boys, Lily meant Draco, Harry, Sirius, and James.

“Okay, so we’ve got to go to Ollivander’s for your wands, Flourish and Blott’s for your books, Madame Malkin’s for your robes, and the Apothecary for potions ingredients. We’ll also stop to get you your own cauldrons...” Lily read from her list methodically.

“And we’ll go to the Pet Emporium and then we’ll get you brooms!” James cheered like a kid at Christmas. Lily wanted to chide him, but she was (nearly) just as excited as her husband and son.

“Okay,” Y/N said as she patiently patted her husband’s shoulder, urging him away from his best friend (and thus, a source of trouble). “why don’t you go with your mum and dad Harry, and Sirius and I will take Draco.”

“Wait.” Sirius barked dramatically. “Can we do the fun parts together?” 

“It’s all fun, Pad’s.” She chided.

Sirius grumbled but continued. “I mean the brooms and the pets. I bought my godson’s first broom – I’d like to buy him his first school broom too.” He stated with pride.

“And I’ve always wanted to carry on the tradition with my godson!” James said excitedly.

Draco laughed. “Aren’t mum and dad technically my godparents already?”

This earned him a gentle pat up the back of the head from Sirius. “Don’t talk back to your godfather.”

“Yes sir.” Draco said good humouredly and shared a fond eyeroll with Harry. 

“Okay. Why don’t we complete our checklists and then meet at Florean’s for ice cream before we do the fun stuff.” Lily relented.

Sirius and James cheered while Draco and Harry shared a high-five. 

“Onwards!” James declared. 

It was very important to Lily to get this experience with Harry, as well as for Draco to get this experience with Sirius and Y/N. 

Draco already lost the opportunity to experience this with his birth parents; he deserved this chance to make happy memories with his parents like Lily and James did at his age.

And she couldn’t help but marvel at the fact that had the war gone differently, she may have never gotten the chance to do this with her son. 

Remus and Regulus agreed to spend the day with Jasmine (Potter), Aurora (Black), Posie (Potter), Lyra (Black), and Leo & Stella (Black) at home for both sets of parents while they were off with the boys. Regulus grumbled and complained but also showed up to the playroom with an astronomical amount of craft supplies, while Remus was out-and-out giddy at the prospect of spending the day with his nieces and youngest nephew. 

Lily and James decided to let Harry choose which order they did their shopping in.

They began by getting him a cauldron and his potions supplies. James moaned and groaned the entire time, muttering about “Slytherin’s this” and “Snivellus that”, but Harry (the good lad he is) just assured his dad he wanted to get the boring bits out of the way first.

Then they went to get his books, which Lily was most excited about though James continued to whine. 

“Next year we should let Uncle Moony bring you to get your books, he’d be in heaven.” James said.

“Okay but only if mum can come too!” Lily called from somewhere else deep within the store. 

After they left the shop, Lily started trying to redistribute the bags so that they weighed roughly an even amount as they got heavy. She suddenly realised her son and husband were laughing at her. 

“What?” She spat in faux irritation.

“It’s like you forget you’re a witch.” James said as he looked at his wife’s confused face with unconditional love. 

James quickly cast a weightless charm on the shopping bags and shrunk them down to fit inside Lily’s tote bag.

“There ya go, love.” He said with a smack of a kiss on her cheek.

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the heat moving to her cheeks. Some habits were hard to break, she supposed. 

They then continued to Madame Malkin’s to purchase Harry some uniform robes. They bumped into Sirius, Y/N, and Draco whilst they were there, and James and Sirius spent the entire time pretending to be strangers to one another exchanging pleasantries.

“Ah, nice to meet you, good sir. First time?” Sirius asked in a deep register.

“Yes, yes. This is my first born, Harold Jameson Potter the Seventh. And you?” James responded in like.

“Naw, this ain’t ma first rodeo.” Sirius said, transitioning to a (terrible) Southern American accent. 

“Yippee ki-yay.” James returned.

The boys were giggling from their platforms as they were being fitted, causing Mrs. Malkin to shush them as Harry received a stray pin to the shoulder. 

Finally, the part everyone had been most excited about, was Ollivander’s. Lily couldn’t help but remember her poor muggle parent’s – dragging a petulant Petunia behind them – trying to be supportive of Lily even though they had no idea what anything meant.

When a witch or wizard get their wand – the hope is that the wand will remain with them throughout their life. The wand chooses it’s wix, and throughout the user’s life, they learn from the wand and the wand learns from them. 

A wand is nearly synonymous with a marriage: perhaps more. 

Lily chose James and James chose Lily – but both could function without the other. If they fell out of love tomorrow, they’d both find ways to move on.

But Lily’s relationship with her wand is her longest relationship of her entire life, and without it – she would feel naked. The wand provides her with protection, strength, knowledge, and power. Without it, she’s just a girl.

And today, she gets to watch her son as he finds the wand that will provide him protection, strength, knowledge, and power throughout his whole life. She felt her sinuses sting as the bell rung above the door.

“You okay, love?” James whispered into her ear as Harry eyed the rows and rows of boxes lining every wall.

Lily didn’t trust herself to speak, so she simply nodded and offered him a watery smile.

“Oh, my flower.” James said as he rubbed his wife’s back, but Lily didn’t miss the wetness of his own voice. She knew he was probably thinking about coming here with Effie and Monty at Harry’s age (and his near doppelgänger) to choose his own wand. His parents would have understood the significance of finding his first wand - how momentous this moment would be – just as Lily and James did now. 

“My, my, do we have another firs- oh!” Mr. Ollivander started as he poked his head out from the back room, interrupted by the scene in front him.

“Why...it can’t be...but, wow!” He cheered as he came around the register. 

“Introduce yourself, Haz.” Lily encouraged her son.

“I’m Harry P-”

“Potter, yes." Ollivander completed for Harry. "Of James Fleamont Potter who was matched with an 11-inch mahogany wand with a dragon heartstring around this time about twenty years ago. And Fleamont Hari Potter some thirty-eight years before that. My...”

“I never forget a customer, you see.” He clarified when Harry turned to his parents somewhat concernedly at this stranger’s familiarity.

“It’s nice to see you again, Mr. Ollivander.” Lily said with a smile.

“Ah, and you, Miss Evan’s, or, Mrs. Potter, I suppose.” 

Without further ado, Ollivander started pulling boxes from the stacks, trying Harry on for size.

The first one nearly singed everyone’s eyebrows off and was quickly returned to its box.

“Temperamental, that was is. Hm,” Ollivander said mostly to himself as he carried on.

The second set off the sprinkler system above them and got sent back to its home as well.

Finally, a wand was handed to Harry (the wand) from the stack. An 11-inch holly wand with a phoenix feather core. Harry picked it up, and (quite beautiful, in Lily’s opinion) fireworks sprouted from its tip.

“An odd combination of wood and core – I’ve not seen many like it myself.” Ollivander admitted.

“Well, Haz is a bit of an odd guy.” James said as he ruffled his son’s hair.

“Dad!” Harry screeched as the two began to roughhouse.

“Okay, oi, this store is not big enough. Boys!” Lily reprimanded.

The trio finished up their shopping and headed towards Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream parlour. Sirius, Y/N, and Draco were already seated, which Sirius was very smug about.

“Must be hard being second best at everything, Potter.” He called out to James. This resulted in James leaping over the barrier of the parlour’s patio seating area and landing on Sirius. Y/N had her face in her hands and Draco was (unsuccessfully) trying to smother his laughter. 

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake.” Lily grumbled as she shot an auguamenti at the two boys men.

The two men shot apart like cats in an alleyway after someone threw something at them for howling in the middle of the night. 

“Go get your wives and sons ice cream.” Lily barked at them.

“Yes ma’am.” Sirius and James responded, each bringing their first two finger to their forehead and offering a salute before walking marching inside. 

After their quick treat, where Draco and Harry compared their wands and showed each other all that they had bought, they carried on to the ‘fun stuff’. 

“Have you thought at all about what kind of pet you’d like, Draco?” Y/N asked the boy.

Draco appeared to consider something before a blush permeated his cheekbones. 

“I think...I think I’d like a cat; like my mum had.” He admitted quietly.

Sirius offered a sad but delighted sigh at his son and Y/N pulled him into an embrace.

Narcissa Malfoy attended her first year with the company of a regal white long-haired half kneazle. That cat (monstrosity, if you asked Sirius) was her most prized possession for years to come after that. 

“That sounds like a beautiful choice, my love.” Y/N offered as they made their way to Magical Menagerie. 

There was a pure white long-haired kneazle cross available that Sirius was positive Draco would beeline for. 

However, surprising everyone, Draco found a small tortoiseshell kitten with a missing eye. “This one!” He proclaimed.

And so, it was.

He named her Larissa – after one of Neptune’s moons, and in the same vein as his mum’s name Narcissa.

Harry insisted on getting an owl so he could “race them with his new broom.” He landed on a beautiful snowy owl with piercing yellow eyes. Lily found her a little off-putting; “no owl should look like they know so much” she had said.

To name her, Harry decided to flip open to a random page of one of his textbooks. Harry named her Hedwig, which he found on page 158 in Bathilda Bagshot’s book “A History of Magic”.

Y/N and Lily found a bench near Broomstix and watched as the four boys walked (skipped) into the store, speaking over top of one another in their excitement. 

“God we’re so lucky.” Y/N said quietly.

Lily felt like her heart was a well that was just overflowing with love.

“We really are.” She agreed. 

@ttulipwritezz

[the--blackdahlia]

Beetlejuice x Fem Reader SFW Alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He is super affection, once you let him be. Holding hands, cuddling you from behind, other non pervy ways of showing his affection (though there are plenty of pervy ways too).

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He is like the ultimate wingman. If you aren't dating him, he's going to try to find you the best date possible. He has a checklist and your future partner has to check each box. One not checked? They get the scary face.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He loves cuddling you, especially during movies. He likes to squeeze behind you to cuddle when you're lying on the couch, which somehow ends up with you on the floor and finding a new way to cuddle with him.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He's a little confused but he's got the spirit. Cooking is hard for him since he hasn't had to eat in years besides the bugs that he just eats raw. But he does remember some recipes from the old country that he can still get the ingredients for. As for cleaning, the man thinks spiderwebs are a year-round decore piece. Safe to say, you do most of the cleaning.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If he didn't really care about the relationship, he'd just send a note on Dante's Inferno stationary. But, if he really loves someone, really cares for them, he'll make up a big elaborate lie to try to save their feelings, even if it really hurts to do so.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

I think it's pretty obvious Beej would be willing to get married if you even so much as looked at a wedding dress as you walked past a bridal shop.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

To everyone else, he's a diamond, he's a coconut. He's a diamond coconut. Pretty much closed off. But to you, he is the sweetest, softest guy you know.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He'll hug you all the time. Sometimes to show people that you're his, sometimes to remind himself that you're there with him, sometimes so he can tape a note to your back for you to find later. The possibilities are endless.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It would take him a minute to get up the courage. The last woman he said I love you to poisoned him and tried to eat his soul. But once he's sure that you're not a part of some soul-sucking death cult, he'll be saying it all the time.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Oh he gets super jealous. He knows you would never cheat on him, but he can't trust the other people who look your way. He knows you're drop-dead gorgeous, but they could direct their eyes elsewhere. And heaven forbid you have to go out with a guy, even if it's your brother. You're going to have a minijuice in your purse.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He has different kisses for different things. Forehead when he wants to let you know he's proud of you. Neck kisses to spark something up. Nose when you're being cute and you damn well know it. The list goes on in on. He won't ever admit it, but he has a ticklish spot right behind his ear that if you kiss it makes him giddy.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He doesn't have a lot of experience with children, outside of Lydia. Usually, if he sees a child in the afterlife, he knows that there is a very sad reason they are there. And he just doesn't need that baggage in his life.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He doesn't sleep, and he knows you are not a morning person. He'll usually make you too strong of coffee, and he has learned how to not burn things in the toaster.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Movie nights are frequent. He likes it the best when you make the popcorn because you always add extra butter the way he likes it. He really likes scary movie night, because you usually cuddle closer to him.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He's a pretty open book. There are a few things he's not big on discussing, like his ex-wife, and how he came to work for Juno before branching out on his own. He will eventually get to that. But in the meantime, you get some of the grossest details you wish he would keep to himself.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

You know that GIF of Hades catching on fire and then saying he's cool? That's literally Beej. He'll get mad easily, especially when things aren't going his way, but he also cools down quick. He rarely gets mad at you, except for the one time you accidentally put his suit jacket in with the color cycle. Not like he doesn't have magic to just bleach it or anything.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers small details that you don't even remember telling him. He has like a calendar for a brain with all the important dates. Who needs a smartphone when you have a Beetlejuice?

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite moment is the first time you told him you loved him. It wasn't forced, it was just you, telling him how much you cared for him. It was the moment he knew you'd be together in life and death.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He is super protective. If you have to walk anywhere alone, you're never alone. You've got a pocketjuice. He has instructed you to say his name three times at even the hint of danger, and even had you record it on your phone in the event you can't talk. Nothing is going to happen to his girl if he can avoid it.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He does try really hard. He hasn't had anyone to do this for, and he's always got Lydia whom he can pester until she agrees to help him.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Eating bugs is one of your biggest icks when it comes to him. You put up with a lot, but the bugs are where you cross the line. Especially when he tries to kiss you after.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He doesn't really care what he looks like. He thinks he's hot stuff. But he still melts when you call him your handsome boy.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes. Whenever he gets called away on a job, he feels like he leave a part of him behind. He just doesn't feel right being without you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He's a little insecure about his height, but he doesn't mind you calling him your short king, or asking him for help reaching something on a higher shelf. Makes him feel needed.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He does not like floral scents. Makes him think of old ladies that have come through the afterlife or old homes he's had jobs at. He makes sure that you don't have floral perfume. But fruit, he's ok with.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He doesn't really have to sleep, but he likes to lay in bed with you, cuddling you. It helps when it's hot out, or when your body is super achy. And he feels close to you.

[pinkbunny268]

Hi!

Could I request Lucifer x angel! F! Reader?

Reader died and went to heaven, but is very curious about hell, so she sneaks out every now and again to hell to explore it. Reader makes herself look like a sinner, and visits hotel regularly since she knows its a safe place, also wants to support charlie and the idea of redemption. So she meets Lucifer there and is fascinated with him, since he isn't at all what he was described at both in heaven and on earth.

And during the hotel fight, she reveals herself while protecting the hotel as an angel and goes against adam

Omg !! Thank you so much for the request ! Absolutely, I love this idea so much <333 I took the time to set the scene so it’ll be a bit until you actually meet Luci !! Also don’t be afraid to request anything either <333

To be honest, I didn’t think I’d end up in heaven. In my eyes, I don’t think I did anything ‘heaven worthy’ I can’t remember how or why I died but when I opened my eyes I was immediately blinded by this bright light. I squint as I try to look around and see someone walking towards me. Their silhouette making me question my vision.

Wings and a halo? Oh boy, I’m actually dead.

The mystery guy revealed himself to be Adam. THE Adam. The first man. The first anything for that matter. And he’s… not what I thought he’d be. Hes proves himself to be very arrogant and cocky. As well as crude and brass. Not exactly what you think would be on the checklist of characteristics to have to get into heaven. But, clearly, God has favorites. Oh, and top of it he flirts constantly, calling me such honestly degrading nicknames.

“Alright, sugar tits, that’s it for the tour or whatever. Got a problem, you can call me~ I’ll make time for you when I can. Im a busy guy, y’know, being the first man an’ all.”

I fight back the urge to roll my eyes.

“Uh huh… I do have a question.” I reply, ignoring his obvious attempts at flirting.

“Don’t be shy, doll face, I can answer whatever question ya got! I am THE man.” He exclaims, chest puffed out and head held high.

“So… if we’re in heaven does that mean hell also exists?” He blinks at me.

“Dumb fucking question because obviously?” He scoffs, his posture slumped. My eyes sparkle at the thought. I may not be able to remember how I died, but I know that when I was still alive I had been fascinated with hell. Just the thought of different time periods of the world’s worst people all clumped in one place. Just imagine how chaotic that would be. And Lucifer. He’s the worst of them all.

As the weeks turned into months, I had gotten closer to Adam. To the point where I learned about the exterminations one night when Adam got drunk when he had stumbled to my home for comfort. Of course, I was sworn to secrecy.

Adam taught me the spell to cast to make a portal to hell and, of course in Adam fashion, we’d occasionally go down there and I’d watched as Adam would make fun of the sinners and hellborn that lived. I’d merely chuckle at his remarks but secretly I felt bad.

But id never tell Adam that.

So began my secret trips to hell alone. I’d tuck away my wings and halo and used body paint to make myself look like a sinner. Though I was contained in the pride ring I was content seeing hell this way.

I’d get a closer look at those who died and ended up here myself and I’d get to see the rest of hell with the protection of Adam.

During one of my lone visits I was walking around town when I found myself in a bit of a situation.

“Hello sweetheart~ wanna come back to my place and have some fun?” I had heard behind me and turned around to see a sinner backing someone else to a wall. The girl looked uncomfortable and didn’t chance a chance against the guy that had cornered her.

“No, I’m good.” She said shortly and went to leave. But the guy wasn’t having it as he grabbed her arm to pull her against him. My body acted before my mind could think and I found myself standing before the guy, fist clenched with blood on it as the man was on the ground. The girl had disappeared without a word. And I was suddenly hit with this Deja Vu feeling. Like, I’d been in this situation before.

Suddenly, I felt afraid. I went to go but the man I grabbed my ankle causing me to fall. I felt fear as I heard the man speak but I didn’t register what he said. All I knew was that I had to leave before I either got hurt or exposed.

As my very limited options raced through my mind, the man had let go. I looked over at him only to see two women standing in his place.

One was a blonde girl who had knelt down to my level, her eyes filled with concern as she gently placed a hand on top of mine.

“Are you ok?” She asked as she pulled me to my feet.

“We should go before that asshole comes back.” The other girl said, her voice low. The blonde girl looked to me her eyes pleading.

“Come with us, you’ll be save I promise.” I just nodded and allowed them both to lead me to what was a hotel. We entered and the blonde sat me on a couch. “Are you hurt? How’s your ankle? That man had quite the hold on you.”

“I’m fine���” I mumbled. “Thank you, by the way. For saving me.” The blonde smiled.

“Of course! I’m Charlie by the way and the other girl is my girlfriend, Vaggie. We saw how you rushed in to defend that girl. You were amazing!” She praised, stars in her eyes with a big smile. I give her a crooked one in return.

“Anyone would have done that I’m not-“

“No, they wouldn’t.” Vaggie interjected. “Not only because people down here suck but also because it’s not their business. Also, no one else was around. You’re lucky we were or else you could’ve ended up hurt.” Charlie let out a nervous chuckle.

“What she means is you were super brave but should be careful… people aren’t as nice as you.” She gives me a soft smile before getting up and walking over to Vaggie and drags her to a different room. They spoke in hushed whispers before I hear Vaggie sigh and Charlie let out an excited squeal. She races back to me and with a big smile asks me, “How do you feel about sinners being redeemed? Do you think it’s possible?”

“Um… possibly? I mean, if there’s any as nice as you two then I do.”

And that’s where it truly started. I had met the rest of the people who lived in that hotel and I can honestly say they are some of the best people I’ve met. Some were a bit odd like their housekeeper Nifty. But she’s a cutie. They acted nothing like how those made as sinners were supposed to. And him.

Lucifer.

He puzzled me most of all. When I had heard that he was coming to the hotel to possibly help out I felt frightened. He was a fallen Angel, there’s no way he wouldn’t be able to sniff me out. And on top of that, it’s Lucifer! Ruler of Hell which holds all of Earths worst people! But again, like the others he wasn’t what I was told he was like at all.

Adam had described him as “The absolute fucking worst!” Though, I’d say Adam’s a little biased, for good reason, but still.

I found him to be sweet and a little awkward. He was easy to talk to as he made an effort to get to know not only Charlie, which I found out was his daughter, but also the rest of us. And I found myself enjoying his company. Any time I had to go back to Heaven I felt sad. I missed everyone at the hotel. I missed him. Everytime I was at the hotel I was practically glued to Lucifer’s side. I found him so fascinating. He was nothing like I had imagined.

As you can expect, we had gotten close as the Extermination date was drawing near and I was happy yet scared for what was to come. Adam’s fucking attitude towards it all made it hard to keep quiet but I somehow found the patience.

Lucifer even showed me around the Pride Ring and all that it had to offer in terms of fun one day. Just the two of us… alone.

“You know… you’re a lot of fun.” He said randomly as we walked back to the hotel.

“Oh, yeah?” I said with a nervous tone. “Thanks…”

“You’re not like the other sinners…” He replied in a deep tone before his eyes widen. “I-I mean that, you’re like, uh pretty cool! Very nice! Good person to hang around!” He says quickly with a nervous chuckle, he cheeks redder than usual.

“Oh, um, thank you, sir. You’re pretty cool yourself…” with an awkward smile, I playfully punch his shoulder. As I’m retracting my hand, he grabs my wrist and keeps it close to him. His sudden grip on my wrist brings me down to his level.

“Please… don’t call me sir. Just call me Lucifer.” He says breathlessly, as if he’s begging for me to refer to him as Lucifer, not just a request. His cheeks were slightly pink and he looked at me through half-lidded eyes. He looked so soft.

And here I thought I couldn’t get anymore fascinated with him. I could replay that moment forever… well, until an annoying voice ruined it and pulled me out of the fond memory.

“All right bitches! Time to fuck shit up!” Adam yelled as the portal to hell opened and they all dove in. Spears, battle axes and whatever else they used to kill those souls in hand. Before it had closed I rushed in and flew straight to the hotel, not that I had to go far since the portal was opened beside the hotel.

I quickly flew down near some rubble to hide and watched as the Angels attacked before a barrier was put up around the hotel. I could hear Adam screaming at (presumably) Lute that he obviously can’t see the giant fucking forcefield in front of them, which made me chuckle.

I stayed hidden for the majority of the fight, as I wasn’t equipped to really do anything and I was afraid to get in the way. At some point, the barrier had been taken down by Adam. However, when I saw Adam pick Charlie up by her throat I knew I had to act.

Taking off my disguise and letting my wing’s stretch as well as allowing my halo to show itself once more, I fly over to Adam and Charlie and snatch Charlie from Adam’s grasp. I fly her a good enough distance from Adam, still in the air and in my arms.

“Y/n..? You’re an.. angel?” Charlie says in awe, her eyes wide. I give her a sheepish smile.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to-“

“You fucking traitor!” Adam yells as he collects himself. “Fuckers like you aren’t ever allowed back into heaven you fucking bitch!” He declares as he flies back up and heads straight at us, his axe gripped tight in his hand.

My eyes widen in surprise and fear as turn my body, shielding Charlie with my body as i prepare for impact. But it never came. Instead, I hear Adam struggle before turning my head, Charlie still in my arms as I watch Lucifer throw Adam into the sign on top of the building.

“Dad!” Charlie yells as Lucifer flies down closer to us. He smiles at Charlie.

“Sorry I was late, sweetie.” His eyes flicker up to mine, a look of surprise and awe held in them as he stares at me. I feel myself blush slightly.

“Oh my… you’re…”

“An angel, I know I’m sorry-“

“Beautiful.” He finishes, eyes still staring at me with such a look of admiration I almost dropped Charlie. Out the corner of my eye I see Adam picking himself back up, half of his mask torn apart showing off his really face.

He goes on into a rant about how we should be worshipping him, he’s the first man, blah blah blah. Until a knife is plugged into his back and out of his stomach. He falls to the ground and Lute rushes to his aid, screaming his name.

My eyes tear up at the sight of Adam dying in Lutes arm. Lucifer gently grabs my hand and I quietly cry into his shoulder. After a few moments, he practically kicks the Exterminators out. Many of them hurt or wounded in some way and Lute grabs Adam’s halo and flies off, the portal closing behind them.

For the time being after that was spent rebuilding the hotel and mourning the loss of those who died. Once the hotel had been built I again found myself with Lucifer. We sat beside each other, his hand on top of mine. I looked at him, my eyes soft as I studied his face.

He was still as fascinating to me as when I first met him. And I’m so happy that I get to learn more about him now that I’m permanently staying in hell.

I hope you like this! It didn’t really go in the direction I wanted it to and I thought about rewriting it a few times but I think I turned out pretty alright! Forgive me if anything you wanted was left out, it’s been a while since I’ve done a request <333

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[vxlkyrxe]

hallo!!

I’m val/vxlkyrxe!

a little abt me…

im a a young poc artist, and i plan on posting abt my writing, im really here to practice and work on my skills, as well as ramble abt my interests down below!

once i get more comfortable, you may see some art!

i suffer from bpd(borderline personality disorder) and possible ocd(obsessive compulsive disorder), so this will be a safe space for any neurodivergent people! I only ask that we keep everything sfw and respect any/all boundaries!

to prevent content i wouldn’t like to be seen/promoted on my page, i ask that if you post(unprompted) nsfw art/content/writing, that you dni.

Romance up to a certain extent(kissing, teasing, suggestive themes) may be permitted, but explicit content will not, and you will be blocked.

However im a big fan of horror and whump! I will add adequate warnings for whoever doesnt want to see that tho :p

interests!

if u like 2+ of these things, lets be moots!

anime

Yona of the dawn (finished anime, read up to vol 11, in the process of getting the rest of the physical copies, so no spoilers for the newer chapters please! *this goes the same for anything im not caught up with!)

Haikyu (read up to vol 40, caught up w anime!)

Shadows house (finished anime and caught up w manga!)

land of the lustrous (finished anime, read up to vol 8, ngl i dont remember super well, gotta reread)

apothecary diaries (finished anime, read up to vol 4, haven’t started the light novels)

if you have any recommendations, dont be shy to let me know! There are tons of others i watch/have watched, and im always looking for new ones!

ps, if there are any you dont see up here, i dont mind asks/dms asking which i have seen! These are just the ones im very passionate about!

psps, i do not watch explicit anime, so kindly dni if you enjoy this content!

movies/tv

arcane

extraordinary attorney woo

avatar

atla

trashy teen shows(tsitp, teen wolf, that kinda stuff)

littlest pet shop/lps

id love to see others designs for cutsoms, and stuff like that! I am personally collecting all generations, and i have my personal checklist of the pets id like to get!

hoyoverse/mihoyo games

currently caught up with honkai star rail

pulled for jane doe in zzz, not caught up

in the early story of genshin

90% done the first(kiana) story of hi3

cookie run kingdom

jewlery/shiny stuff

vocaloid! Favs are ofc miku, kasane teto, flower, n oliver, (does yameii count?)

decoden

crochet/sewing

rhythm games(pjsekai, arcaea, phigros, rizline, muse dash, rhythm heaven, scratchin melodii)

writing/reading

ado

sanrio

Strawberry shortcake

love and deepspace

[writing-until-i-drop]

Mattress Shopping Pt. 2 | Drabble wc: 670

Javy "Coyote" Machado x reader (no use of y/n)

You've been living with Javy for a month now (enjoying his brand new mattress) but when your mamas come to town, you have to pretend there's two beds in the apartment.

Warnings!: Smut, unprotected p in v, they're idiots but they're in love

“We don’t have time for this, Jav,” Your giggle turned into a moan as he sucked on one of your nipples, rolling the other between his fingers just how you liked it. “Javy, our mamas-”

“We’ve got time,” He kissed up your neck, careful not to leave any marks. The pretty sundress you had put on while your mamas visited for dinner discarded on the floor next to his uniform. When he had come home from work you had already taken care of setting the whole apartment and dinner up, there was a roast in the oven and mashed potatoes in the Instapot warming. You had been putting the finishing touches on your makeup when he had pulled you in for a kiss and you had quickly ended up naked in bed beneath him. 

“We so don’t,” You replied but you didn’t stop him as he found his place between your thighs. Javy loved the way you looked spread out beneath him, on the bed you made him buy, on the sheets you had picked, in the apartment you had decorated. He loved the way you had blown back into his life a month ago and had taken over.

“You let me worry about the time, you just lay there and focus on cumming around my cock.” You moaned, arching your back as he pushed into you. It was heaven feeling you stretch around him, knowing that you were finally his. After years of wanting and wishing, the two of you were finally together. 

“More, baby,” You whined, digging your fingers into his back, urging him on. “You feel so good.” Javy groaned, feeling your walls flutter around him. 

“Play with yourself, sweetheart,” Javy increased his pace, your moans and whimpers of pleasure spurring him on. You felt so good he had to start running through his pre-flight checklist in his head to keep from cumming too early. Your phone started ringing, spooking both of you. Javy looked over, blanching when he saw mama on the screen. “Your mama’s calling.” 

“Shit, do you think they’re here?” Javy didn’t stop thrusting into you, not willing to stop until he heard knocking at the door and even then, he wasn’t sure he could. Not when you felt this good.

“Answer it and find out,” You grabbed the phone and answered it.

“Mama, hi,” Your voice was thin and trembling. Javy slowed but didn’t stop, focusing on hitting you deeper, lifting your hips for a better angle. “You can’t find the street?” You clamped a hand over your mouth, smothering a moan, glaring at him. “Oh, you passed it. Just um,” You flipped Javy off when he ran his thumb over your clit. “Just go around the block and look for Subway and turn right, that’ll be the street.” 

Javy hoped you hanged up before you moaned or else both of your mamas would have had a heart attack. 

“Cum for me, sweetheart,” A few seconds later you fell apart, milking his own orgasm from him. Javy swore he’d never get tired of this, of you, of the two of you together. “I lo-” He stopped, those three words were not something he should say for the first time while he was buried inside of you.

You chuckled, bringing him down into a kiss.

“I know, me too,”  How did he get so lucky with you? The girl who had been beside him his whole life loved him back. “Now get off of me and get dressed.” 

Dinner was going well. Your mamas were under the impression that the two of you were temporary roommates while you searched for an apartment of your own. Everything was going great until Javy decided to help you clean the dishes, leaving your mamas unattended. 

“Why is there only one bed in this apartment?” Javy’s mama shouted and the two of you turned to face each other, eyes wide.

“Shit.” 

What the two of you didn’t see were your mamas exchanging money, Javy’s mama won the bet.

[epicbuddieficrecs]

Weekly Recap | February 12th-18th 2024

No thoughts, head empty except for that new S7 trailer.

Complete

all things go, all things go. by dylaesthetics (Post-S5E10 Wrapped in Red | 11K | Teen): “He doesn’t hate you for transferring,” says Hen, as though reading his mind. “But the guy thinks everything’s his fault. He probably blames himself for it.” “Why would he? It was solely my choice,” says Eddie. It doesn’t make any sense. “I’m the one who got shot and had to live with the consequences.” Hen considers him, her eyes a bit sharp. “And he’s the one who watched that happen to you, and couldn’t do anything to prevent it from happening. It might be your trauma, Eddie, but it is also his.”

🔥 the distance to the stars by cloudydaisies (Didn't Know They Were Dating, Post-S3 | 27K | General): or, everyone knows eddie is dating buck except for eddie, literally.

Fractals from the Lightning Bolt by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (One Shots Collection | 49/54 | 91K | Not Rated): A collection of oneshots, some originally posted on tumblr. Each chapter is individually rated.

48. We Objectify One (1) Man Here, Sir (Honeymoon, Explicit) 49. It's Called Stress Release (PWP, Explicit)

🔥 A Minor Delay by rainbow_nerds/ @rainbow-nerdss (Post-S6/S7 Spec | 43K | Mature): Almost a year after the bridge collapse, a lot has changed. The team are scattered—Bobby and Athena on their Honeymoon, Hen on adoptive parent's leave, and Buck and Eddie... They may still work together, still have movie nights with Chris whenever they can, but things have changed. With Maddie and Chimney's wedding around the corner, Buck tries to make it perfect. And maybe, along the way, he might figure out why everything still feels... wrong.

come back by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Christopher POV, Tsunami | 1,6K | Teen): “Okay, Christopher,” Gabriella says. “Let’s try and find your dad, huh? Or your mom?” “My dad is a firefighter,” Christopher says. “He’s helping people. And my mom—” he blinks. “My mom isn’t here. We have to find Buck.” “I haven’t seen him,” Gabriella says, her voice a little sad. “There was nobody else with you when we saw you. But we can look for him together, okay?”

🔥 hey baby (i think i wanna marry you) by asteriasera / @asteriasera (Post-S6, Established Buddie, Proposal | 13K | Teen): Two months into officially dating Eddie, Buck begins to plan the perfect, extravagant proposal that his boyfriend deserves. As usual, nothing goes according to plan

🔥 finally found what i’ve been looking for by fleetinghearts/ @shitouttabuck (S7 Spec | 5K | Explicit): or, buck's good at basketball, eddie's trying really hard not to commit an act of public indecency about it, and maybe, just maybe, a slightly bloody beachside pick-up game can be the start of something new

paradise under a pine tree by Maira / @carrierofthepaperclips (Valentine's Day | 4K | Mature): ... or, the one where Eddie brings Buck a gift and ends up with a fiancé.

quiet my fears with the touch of your hand by devirnis/ @devirnis (S7 Spec | 1K | General): Eddie comes to with a burning in his chest and Buck’s name on his lips.

might as well be drunk in love by fleetinghearts/ @shitouttabuck (Madney Wedding, Bed Sharing | 2K | Teen): or, getting little-spooned by his drunk best friend was not on buck's maid-of-honour checklist, but. it's happening

WIP

🔥 Any Other Way by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, S2 | 3/18 | 20K | Mature): In a switcheroo alternate universe, Buck spends young adulthood in the military, while Eddie, who has no idea Christopher exists, spends his twenties messing around, finally enjoying freedom away from his family’s expectations. When they both end up in Los Angeles, at the 118, some things are different, and others will be the same in any universe.

🔥 because we'll all arrive in heaven alive by callmenewbie/ @puppyboybuckley (Post-S6, Disaster Fic | 5/9 | 33K | Explicit): During a search and rescue, Eddie disappears without a trace, leaving Buck to grapple with the sudden possibility of a life without him.

🔥 Things We're All Too Young to Know by Daisies_and_Briar / @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon S1-S6, S7 Spec | 115/? | 339K | Mature): This is a love story. Even if it doesn’t always look like it. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it. A look back on Eddie and Buck's lives up to now, and what led them to each other, interpreted from the current 9-1-1 canon.

Kiss Me Once Cause You Know I Had A Long Night by I_still_dont_understand_13 / @sherlockcrossing (Prompt collection | 26/? | 17K | Teen): 100 kiss prompts.

27. 51. Spinning your lover into a kiss on the dancefloor

[chaifootsteps]

the whole they only had 8 episodes thing would hold up if they'd actually fucking used them. they spend the first 6 just kind of dicking about and then the plot turns on the hyperdrive for the last two like they have a damn checklist to complete

Vaggie could have had more setting up as an executioner. The Vs were completely unneccesary and the overlord meeting was also pointless as it mostly just told us what we already knew. The WHOLE SERIES SHOULD HAVE BEEN PRIMARILY FOCUSING ON CHARLIE AND THE RAISING TENSION WITH HEAVEN

but no gotta get "the gang gets pissed" and "Alastor hangs out with a random character we hadn't seen before or since" and "the gang does trust falls" in there

This. You can tell an effective story in four episodes, in one episode, in four minutes if you know what you're doing. Vivzie doesn't and doesn't care to learn, or to listen to anyone who tries to tell her.

[bunnyinfoxclothing]

An Angel's Punishment

Here is a short story request from @hinata-chan-utaitelover!

"To make it set after Emily falls, she makes it to the hotel and during her first week or so there she catches a hell flu (and since she's an angel, it's really bad ;-; bc hell sicknesses affect angels worse than demons...my little hc) and Charlie and Vaggie are taking care of her"

Going to be 100% honest this one got a little bit away from me. Still I hope you enjoy.

Word count: 2018

Let me know if you want this posted on A03 :)

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Emily was sure of herself in a lot of things. She was sure of herself when she took up the mantle of bringing joy to the angels of Heaven, Winners and all. She was sure of herself when she first heard Charlie’s idea of redeeming sinners. She was sure of herself when she first went against Sera. And she was sure of herself every moment after.

She remained sure of herself as a portal to Hell opened in front of her, and without looking at her dear sister, she left.

She was a little less sure of herself as she walked through hell, asking various demons for help locating the Hazbin Hotel. She was met with all manner of rude and outright vulgar responses.

“Can you tell me where I can find the Hazbin Hotel?”

“Fuck Off!”

“Hello! Do you mind–”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Hi there!”

“FUCK there’s more of you Bitches? I thought the last of you were killed off?”

“Uh, hey!”

“Well hello there~”

“Hi! Yes! Okay, do you know where I can find the Hazbin Hotel?”

“Oh, you’re in the market for redemption are you?”

“Not really, I’m just looking for a few friends.”

“I see, well sinner or saint if you’re looking for a place, I think I know somewhere to do that’s a little better suited.”

“Oh, no thanks, I’m specifically looking for the hotel.”

“I’ll take you to a hotel. You won’t be able to tell the difference, you’ll end up worshiping on your knees either way.”

That’s when Emily first learned the strength of an angel present in Hell. She reacted instinctively when he moved to wrap an arm around her shoulder. Her fist went right through his head.

It didn’t take her long to actually locate the hotel after that. Once she stopped looking for people to point her in the right direction, she began noticing posters. 

Most of them were being used to light up dumpster fires. A few had stains from a liquid Emily was too scared to investigate, but as luck would have it, she managed to find one still pasted to a wall.

Then another.

And a few more. 

They were spaced few and far between. Emily assumes most were taken down for more personal use than the one intended, but soon the big glowing letters of the hotel greeted her.

Her wings fluttered and in a quick burst of speed she ran right into the door. Knocking in a playful manner, getting a small beat out on the door, before it opened and she jumped into the arms of the first person on the other side.

Vaggie caught the angel easily. Eyes going wide as she had to drop her spear to avoid impaling what she barely perceived as a pale blue rocket.

Pale blue wasn’t a color that appeared in hell. And exterminators don’t knock. So when fluffy hair filled her vision along with a bouncy nature a little too like Charlie’s, Vaggie easily put two and two together.

She cradled the angel in her arms as horrible facts came to mind. She tried her best to go through every list she could to ensure the girl was fine. She still had her wings. There was no wetness on her body, no blood. No missing eye. Hopefully. Two arms. Two legs. No major injuries.

As she went through her mental checklist, Charlie entered the common area.

“Emily?!”

“Charlie!!” Emily flew from Vaggie’s arms straight into hers. 

Vaggie looked down at her dropped spear with a hint of contemplation. Taking a deep breath. She picked up the spear and lifted one of her wings just slightly, she tucked it between her wing and her back.

Now wasn’t the time for jealousy. There was a fallen angel to take care of.

Charlie and Emily, bounced the conversation around like the world's most competitive game of pingpong. Neither one stayed on a single topic for more than five sentences.

Thankfully, having had years to get used to Charlie’s rambling she managed to pick up on a few things.

1. Emily had come to help with the hotel.

2. It was not a Heaven sanctioned trip.

3. Emily had left Heaven behind, willingly becoming a fallen angel.

It was also extremely clear that Emily had no idea what she had done.

“Your halo.” Not even Vaggie knew where she was going with that sentence.

“I removed it.” Emily answered anyway.

“You can’t return?” Vaggie prayed the answer was no. That she had discreetly left. That she could still return at any time. That she hadn’t doomed herself.

“No? Why would I? I mean you had it right from the beginning. Heaven is full of hypocrites. So, like you, I left.”

Vaggie swallowed her anger. She bottled up her frustration. She took all her negative feelings, and put them in a box to be dealt with later. Emily didn’t need a lecture. She needed a warm bed, and some even warmer clothes.

Loathe as she was to admit it, she needed some of her clothes. Specifically her Charlie clothes. The clothes that used to be Charlie’s that she commandeered. Warm sweatpants. A cuddly sleep shirt that draped down to her mid thigh. Something to sweat out the coming storm, but breathable so she wouldn’t feel like she was suffocating.

Charlie and Emily were quickly back at it within their conversation. Emily bouncing in place, and Charlie just as happy to have her here. 

Vaggie left to prepare a room. One close to her and Charlie’s.

Emily was tired. It could have been any number of things. Her first real time in Hell. Her lack of halo. The excitement of seeing Charlie and Vaggie finally dying down. Either way. It was time for bed.

She excused herself from the conversation with Husk and Angel at the bar, and walked right into the awaiting Charlie and Vaggie.

“Perfect timing!” Charlie smiled. “Our resident Hotel Manager,” She grabbed Vaggie by the shoulders pulling the smaller angel into her much larger form, “already set you up with a room.”

After thoroughly thanking them both, changing into the clothes Vaggie lent her, and another three thank you’s, she was finally crawling into bed. Emily was quick to fall asleep after that.

“So how early do angels usually wake up?” Charlie looked over at Vaggie, just in time to watch her nightie fall onto her form.

“That’s not something we need to worry about.”

“Huh?”

“We’re going to have a sick angel to handle in the morning.” 

“Huh?!?”

“Don’t you remember finding me down here?”

“Yeah! You were sick from infection and bleeding to death.”

“The bleeding stopped on like the third day. There is no infection from angelic weapons, not for angels at least. I’m pretty sure I had the Hell Flu.”

“That’s like a mild three day sickness. You were sick for like a week, and groggy for another few days after that. That’s two completely different things.” Charlie crawled into bed. Flopping onto her back and opening up her arms for Vaggie to crawl into.

“Yeah, for demons. We’re a bit different Charlie. I’ve cared for you, Angel, heck even Husk, during Hell Flu season. It’s the same symptoms, just a touch worse.” Vaggie fell into Charlie’s arms letting herself be held close.

Charlie gave a noncommittal noise. Clearly not entirely believing her girlfriend.

“Think about it, hon. There isn’t even dirt or dust in Heaven, you think they have sickness? Nope. Emily is about to gain an immune system. I'm pretty sure Heaven does it specifically to punish Angels.”

Charlie chose to unpack that part later“We’ll see in the morning. It’s eepy time.”

“Okay Char. eepy time it is.”

Emily was up right around the time Angel finally meandered his way out of his room. Though unlike him, she didn’t flop right at the bar, and instead made her way to the kitchen. She was dressed in the same clothes as yesterday, having slept like a log in the comfy clothes Vaggie left her. There was a slight tightness in her throat and one of her nostrils felt a little dry. So her best bet was some water. 

Hell’s air was a little different than Heaven. Maybe she slept with her mouth open and everything just dried up. That sounds like it makes sense.

She found Charlie in the kitchen whipping up some brunch for Angel.

“Oh, hey! How are you feeling Emily?” Charlie’s eyes darted over to Vaggie, who was sitting on the counter next to her happily eating bits of bacon. Popping a few of the chopped up meats into her mouth as well.

Charlie hit her hand with the spoon and continued her attempt at making some scrambled eggs for Angel. Dumping the remaining of the meat into the pan and continuing to stir.

“I’m great, how are you!” Emily reached for a glass. Her hold on it felt weak, so she was sure to support it with both hands. How embarrassing would it be to break a dish on her first real day in hell.

Charlie smiled at Vaggie, before turning back to Emily. “I’m doing amazing!”

Emily filled up her glass. Downed it. Filled another and downed it again. Filling it a third time she held the glass and turned back to the duo. Charlie still focused on cooking. Vaggie was looking at her with a small expression on her face. “How’d you sleep?”

“Honestly, like a log. I don’t think I have ever fallen asleep that fast.”

“Must have been tired.”

“I guess. I mean I just–” Emily cut herself off with her own yawn. “Sorry, wow I don’t know what came over me.”

“Must still be waking up.” Charlie moved the pan off the stove and reached over Vaggie to retrieve some plates.

“Yeah. Must be.”

“Maybe you should head back to bed.” Vaggie had a softer look in her eye this time.

“No! No- ahem- sorry no. I mean I’m fine. Everything is fine. I want to help.”

Whatever conversation was going to happen was cut off as food was served. Emily and Angel ate together. And Emily took the time to connect a bit more with each of the residents. More specifically Angel and Husk now that they weren’t drunk. Well, now that Angel wasn’t drunk.

It was halfway through breakfast when the first coughing fit began. Vaggie shooting a look at Charlie, making her way to talk to Emily while Charlie left to go unpack some tissues. Just in case.

“Hey, Em.”

“Hey, Vaggie.”

“How ya feeling?”

“Not too hot. Or maybe way too hot? Both?”

“Yeah.” Vaggie nodded, slowly bringing the girl to stand. “You wanna get to bed.”

Emily nodded and the two slowly made their way to the elevator. Once inside Emily let out a low groan. “What happened?”

“It’s just the common HellFlu. You won’t die from it.” 

Emily let out another groan.

“Yeah, it will suck though. Don’t worry, knowing Charlie, you’re going to be just fine. ”

Vaggie got Emily into a bathroom to quickly change back into Vaggie’s Charlie clothes, then tucked her into bed. Charlie padded her way into the room shortly after. Two boxes of tissues in one hand. The other held a trash can with a plastic grocery bag lining the inside.

Charlie set herself on the bed next to Emily and pulled out a book, seemingly out of nowhere.

“Have you heard the story of Hell?” Charlie's smile was wide. And Vaggie couldn’t help the giggle that left her mouth.

Emily would undoubtedly fall asleep halfway through the story. And Charlie would start again and reread it to her a total of five separate times, before she got the whole story. Vaggie would happily listen to it over and over again, all while cleaning up used tissues and bringing up Razzle and Dazzle’s special made broth, listening to the two ask questions and talk, because at the end of the day. It was her that Charlie curled up against.

Which she didn’t mind, until she woke up with the sniffles.

[newleaf92]

Hazbin Questions,Thoughts , and Theories:

What if part of the reason Adam finds the exterminations fun is because it’s something he’s in control of as he’s the leader of the exterminations? He couldn’t control Lilith or Eve so having something he can be in charge of/control is why he finds it fun.

Valentino didn’t get the reaction he wanted from Vox when he was bitching about Angel Dust moving. So in order to get a reaction, he decided to bring up Alastor’s return. There’s so a mutual dynamic where they’re condescending to each other—Vox treating Val like a child when he wanted to storm after Angel Dust, and Val digging up an old memory of Alastor almost beating Vox with a “just saying” when Vox cussed him out.

Angel Dust acts overly flirty with Husk because he’s not getting the reactions/responses he’s used to from others. Angel expects to be used and abused as that’s been his norm since selling his soul to Valentino. So when Husk doesn’t do that, Angel is left wondering what his angle is—which results in him pushing Husk’s boundaries. Failure to get that from him and the attempt from Charlie to talk to Val led him to his break.

“I didn’t ask for Charlie to save me!” Well…you kinda did, Angel or at least planted the seed in her head that she could successfully do so. Yes, she may have had good intentions be implemented the wrong way, but you also put the idea there—along with Vaggie.

The way Lucifer keeps glancing at the family portrait with the 🥺 face. The man had his dreams crushed, his wife left him, doesn’t have the relationship he wants with Charlie…it’s obvious that he thinks Charlie doesn’t want to see him so he uses his calls to ask her to do things as that excuse to talk to her. Charlie herself could have tried more too in order to have a relationship with him. It’s a two way street, but Lucifer’s 🥺 face makes me sad

I find it kinda funny and ironic that the first thing on Adam’s checklist on what gets someone into heaven is “be selfless” when he quite literally one of the most selfish people in the show

The way Vox hops around when Alastor retreats after Adam dealt that blow 😂😂😂😂 he totally runs on back up Energizer Bunny batteries

[seramilla]

Chaggily where Emily gets sick of heaven's hypocrisy and wants to help Charlie in person, but heaven wont just casually allow a seraphim to hang out in hell so after a lot of thought, she decides she wants to Fall, and to achieve this she's gonna need to pull out all the stops because its not like she can pull a Lucifer

So she asks Charlie and ends up getting a checklist of fun do-able sins from Angel of all people. The Joybringer becomes an absolute menace from then on out until heaven lets her join her future girlfriends friends. They make the mistake of allowing Charlie and Vaggie to visit thinking that'll calm Emily down, but Emily uses the chance to check off as many homosexuality-related sins as possible

Chaggily's Exhaustive, Comprehensive List of Lesbian Things to Try to Get Emily the Boot from Heaven

☑️ Pining

☑️ Yearning

☑️ Longing

☑️ Any combination of Pining, Yearning, and Longing

☑️ Listening to Pink Pony Club and Good Luck Babe on repeat to signal to other gays that you are gay

☑️ Having complicated situationships over text for months on end without anyone actually admitting feelings

☑️ Breaking up with said situationships in the rain without ever actually dating them

☑️ Watching any number of lesbian TV dramas to post dramatically about on Tumblr

☑️ Making gay little GIFs for gay little shows

☑️ Writing gay fanfiction or drawing gay art

☑️ Getting gay married

☑️ Having hot gay sex

Did I leave anything out?

[wilsons-three-legged-siamese]

Another fic I wrote, it was inspired by Three Days by pleasuretoburn on AO3, so kinda credits to them

My apologies for any mistakes, it hasn't been beta'd as I don't have a beta-

Summery- House and Wilsons experience with Oreos, all the way from when they met, to when one left.

Tw- Swearing, character death

You're the cookie, and I'm the cream.

1. september 14th, 1992.

"Are you 100% sure you hung the bear bag high enough? " Wilson asked, opening the pen lid with his mouth and checking stuff off of his checklist.

"My god, you are the most paranoid person I know, yes! I have hung it high enough, " House scoffed, tieing the knot and slapping it for good measure.

"Good! Or I might have to feed you to the bears, " Wilson muttered through the pen lid in his mouth.

House rolled his eyes and snatched Wilsons clipboard, pen and the pen lid from his mouth.

"Hey! We need that! " Wilson argued.

"Stop being a perfectionist and let's actually make it up the mountain, or we'll stay here for the rest of eternity with the bears, " House retorted, chucking the supplies into the tent and grasping Wilsons hand.

House dragged Wilson up the mountain, the latter kicking and desperately trying to get back to camp. House scolded, just grasping harder and walking faster. Then, Wilson finally submitted, trailing behind House, huffing and puffing.

"Don't sulk, come on, have some light in you! " House exclaimed, letting go of Wilsons hand, walking behind his friend and pushing his back up the hill.

Wilson chuckled, walking faster as House pushed him. House smiled genuinely, giving Wilson a last push. Wilson staggered for a moment, quickly regaining his pace and laughing wholeheartedly next to House - who smirked. They both trudged up the mountain, smiling and giggling at each other's silly remarks.

"Look at this! " Wilson called, crouching next a tree and staring in awe.

House sighed and walked over, "can you stop being a horny dog with pheromones for one minute? "

"No it's a beetle! "

House crouched next to Wilson, looking exactly where he was looking.

"All I see is dirt. "

"No, there! See it just moved, " Wilson claimed giddily.

"Oh that tiny thing? It's as small as the guy I bailed out of jail in 1991's dick, " House muttered.

"That guy was me. "

"I'm aware. "

Wilson rolled his eyes and continued hiking, now dragging House.

They made it to the top, thank Lord. It was beautiful. Wilson stared in awe, looking at the colours of the sky blending seamlessly. Oranges, reds and yellows roamed, clouds sprinkled here and there. The sun still blazed, though slowly moving towards the horizon. House and Wilson took a seat on the bench, taking in the immaculate view. Even House was silent, it was truly breathtaking.

Unfortunately for them, they didn't stay long as the sun had almost set. So, they started their journey 2 miles back down the mountain. They laughed and giggled, hands brushing aimlessly and subconsciously. It was like heaven.

"We should do this more often, " Wilson blurted out, smiling.

"How long do you think it would take for us to fuck if we got stranded? " House questioned genuinely.

"2 weeks. "

"Weeks?! "

"Yeah."

"Your horniness is about the same as a teenage boy! "

"Yours is worse! "

"I give it about 2 days. "

"Okay, fine. Deal. "

They continued to walk, casually shoving each other in the process like little kids who just broke up. Until, House got a little carried away.

House stopped. He put his two hands out and completely chucked Wilson into a bush.

A Holly bush.

House covered his mouth quickly. Wilson toppled over the side and into the bush, wincing.

"Jesus House! " Wilson yelled, trying to get up as quickly as possible.

House chuckled, looking at Wilson.

"You're such an- WOAH! " House called out, tripping on a stick and falling straight into the other Holly bush.

Wilson got up and started giggling at House, holding out a hand for the fallen woe. House took it with a grunt and got up.

"You're such an idiot, " Wilson laughed, picking a few bits of Holly off House.

"Thanks, " House grumbled, plucking some off of Wilson.

Soon they made it back to camp without any casualties. Other than their food.

"I literally told you that you didn't hang it high enough! " Wilson shouted, falling to his knees in front of the mess and looking through it.

"My bad, my bad. "

House crouched beside Wilson, "hey look! The grizzly left the Oreos! "

2. september 15th, 1992.

"I can't believe we have to survive off of Oreos for our 30 mile hike, " Wilson grunted, opening the box and taking out a packet. "I don't even like the cookie! "

House chuckled, "I don't like the cream. "

They both trudged until Wilson took an Oreo, twisted it open and handed House the spare cookie. Wilson scrapped off the cream with his teeth, ate it and handed House the other cookie.

"This is how we're gonna survive, " Wilson declared, doing the same with another cookie.

"Fine by me, " House replied through a mouthful of cookie.

And somehow, they did survive, barely, but survived.

3. june 3rd, 1997.

"How do you manage stuff like this? " Wilson groaned, getting out of bed and trudging to the bathroom with the phone held up by his shoulder.

"Can you just come get me, and bring me something, I'm starving. Okay, thanks, bye Wilson! "

And with that, House had hung up the phone. Wilson sighed, splashed his face with water and began putting on suitable clothes. He put on a random polo and sweats, suitable. He staggered to his car, turning it on and driving to the 24h gas station. Once in, he searched the shelves. Though, everything was empty. Wilson furrowed his eyebrows, continuing to scan the shop until his eyes landed on the holy grail. There it was.

A beat up box of Oreos.

Wilson quickly grabbed it and hurried to the check out, managing to not have a chat with the cashier, and heading to the car again. He sped off, hoping in this time period House wouldn't do another stupid thing.

"What food 'ya get? " House asked, digging through the back seat of Wilsons car.

"Oreos, " Wilson replied with a smirk, pulling the box out of nowhere.

House smiled and took them from his friend.

"How'd you even do this? "

"I was tryna find my elementary school to prove a point to Derrick, you know Derrick! Anyway, I didn't prove my point and I was lost. "

Wilson chuckled, took the Oreos and did what they usually did with Oreos.

4. december 25th, 2004.

"Open your gift! " House exclaimed rather enthusiastically, shoving the gift into Wilson.

"I'm Jewish, we don't do gifts? " Wilson questioned, hesitantly taking the box.

"Hanukkah, han-U-kkah, just open it, " House scoffed.

Wilson looked at House suspiciously. He untied the bow, discarding of the ribbon and ripped the paper. He was met with a box of.. You guess it, Oreos. Wilson chuckled with a genuine smile.

"I guess this is Christmas-Hanukkah dinner, huh? "

"Yes, yes indeed it is. "

5. april 30th, 2008.

"Ahh! My husband! " House exclaimed, walking to Wilson and trying to plant a kiss on him.

Wilson placed his hand in between them, "friends, not husbands. "

House pouted.

The team looked confused at them, deciding to shake it off.

"I packed you lunch, by the way. Thought I'd give it to you, " Wilson declared, handing House the brown paper bag.

"Thanks? "

Wilson walked off with a smirk on his face.

House opened the bag to be met with a box of Oreos, obviously. The bag was way to shaped to be leftovers or a sandwich. House laughed and opened the Oreos, collecting the cream in a small Tupperware and scoffing the cookies.

Wilson found a little Tupperware on his desk with a note.

"For you, my wonderful, sappy husband.

Love, Greggy-pooh <3 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"

Wilson giggled and took the note off, the Tupperware was filled with cream with dabs of cookie in it.

Let's say, that note had a special place on the fridge.

6. january 4th, 2012.

"I actually ordered off menu, " House declared, looking at Wilson lovingly.

The server presented a plate of just Oreos.

Wilson chuckled lightly, "great."

Wilson took an Oreo, still giggling, House followed suit.

"I did tell you that you didn't hang it high enough, " Wilson laughed.

"I tell you, the bear did untie my knots, smart bear, " House replied.

"Not so smart because it left the Oreos. "

"You survived 30 miles with only white filling, " House chuckled.

"Black stuff is overrated, " Wilson retorted.

They did the usual, definitely getting looks but, they didn't care. It was a nice tradition.

7. september 14th, 2012.

"Found some Oreos in the fridge, randomly, " House yelled, walking into the bedroom where Wilson rested.

"Hmm.. It's a sign, " Wilson grumbled, trying to sit up.

"How about you try your first full Oreo, it's better than that white, sugary stuff, " House remarked.

"No, I like the sugar. " Wilson smiled sadly.

House took a seat next to Wilson, then layed down with him. Wilson huddled into House, placing his head on the latter's chest. House grabbed an Oreo, twisted it open and ate the spare cookie. He handed the other to Wilson - who weakly scrapped the cream off and shakily handed it to House.

"I love you, House. "

"I-.. I love you too. "

Wilson weakly grasped onto Houses hand.

"I'll drag you up the mountain.. I promise. "

"I'll have a checklist.. "

And then there was silence.

[bangtanhoneys]

BTS WEDDING SERIES: DIY Together

SEOKJIN

It had reached the two-week mark till your wedding and you and Seokjin had arrived on Jeju Island yesterday afternoon. With so many things to bring including Seokjin’s suit, your dress, some decor, favours and so much more, you had piled everything into the car and made the nine-hour journey from Seoul to Jeju. It had been a great idea at the time but when you finally arrived in your room, you didn’t want to think about wedding stuff. Sleep was the important thing.

However, the moment you sprung out of bed this morning, you had a checklist of things to do. You had already spoken to the wedding organiser, the company organising your decor, the cake maker, the catering and it wasn’t even lunchtime yet. Seokjin had been in charge of unloading the car (with strong warnings not to look into the bag that contained your dress) and bringing everything into your room while you made the phone calls. 

“Are we done for the day?” Seokjin groaned, sitting down on the couch in the suite and kicking off his shoes. 

“You are but I want to finish off everyone’s boutonnieres and I want to get started on the packaging for the favours,” you explained as you came out with the box with everything you needed.

Your groom-to-be took one look at the box and sighed, nodding. “Okay, let’s order some room service then I’ll help with the favours. I have no idea what the other thing is.”

“You’ll see,” you called over your shoulder as he disappeared to make the call and you settled on the floor in front of the couch, clearing the coffee table and laying everything you needed over it. You flicked the TV on, bringing up one of the many idol variety shows.

You were slowly crafting a fishing lure boutonniere, using artificial flowers that were going to match your decor of dreamy blues and pinks and a specific fishing lure that reminded you of Seokjin. And then you would do the rest of the boys and the fathers. 

“That’s so well done,” Seokjin exclaimed when he came back with the food and stood over the coffee table, watching in amazement at how quickly you tackled your task. “Are they fishing lures?”

“Yup,” you nodded as you pulled your gaze away from the TV screen and to what you were making. “I’m just doing Jimin’s right now. Then I’ve got Tae’s and Jungkook’s then our fathers.”

“What an amazing idea. What am I doing?” he asked, clearing a small enough space to lay your lunch out. 

After finishing Jimin’s fishing lure, you reached over and pulled out the box that was inside the other box. Inside were large white shells made of plastic and a black pen. “You need to count out how many of these we need for each table. These are the place cards,” you said as you handed over the box of white shells.

“You’ve really thought of everything,” Seokjin grinned as he held one shell up.

“Someone had to take control of the wedding planning.”

YOONGI

The spare room in the apartment you shared with Yoongi, Holly and the cat, had been turned into Wedding HQ as Yoongi had called it. Anything and everything that was related to the wedding had been put in the spare room with a desk, a chair and a mini fridge. It had become your DIY heaven with Yoongi only allowing in if he was helping. 

The wedding was five days away and there was still plenty to be done according to the checklist you had on the wall. Families were coming in from Daegu, other families were coming from parts of South Korea and internationally as well. Rehearsals were going to take place in two days, your dress was at your mothers, the suits were ready to be collected and you had one final meeting with the venue and the florist who would be decorating the venue. 

It was all systems go.

And it seemed Yoongi had realised that when he taken one look at the checklist.

He had woken you that morning, bright and early. Like 6am early. Shoved you out of bed, made you take a shower, took you on a coffee run with the dog to get breakfast and then had declared on the way back home that he was going to help you with whatever you needed doing relating to the wedding. 

Including picking up at least four large boxes of tangerines which had been especially ordered for your wedding. 

Thank god for the NBA and the reruns that kept the apartment from sounding empty as you both sat in front of it, the coffee table covered in various bits and pieces. Yoongi was carefully wiping down the small bottles of whiskey and pink gin, ready to put on the personalised stickers you had ordered.

You, on the other hand, were carefully writing everyone’s names on white card cut into the shape of leaves. These would be pinned into the tangerines as place cards for your guests. 

“Is this good whiskey?” Yoongi asked, half way through cleaning the bottles. 

“It’s from the same place you get your whiskey so I assume so,” you shrugged as you placed the card you had already done on the table.

“And the tangerines are for?”

“Do you not know anything?” you laughed, as you paused what you were doing and held the leaf. “This will be pinned into the tangerine, as a place card so the guests will know where they're sitting. The whiskey and the pink gin are favours for our guests.”

“Ah,” Yoongi hummed as he pulled the stickers closer to his face.

“Do you remember we’re getting married?”

The look you got in return said it all. Yes, he did, just about. 

HOSEOK

While it seemed like a good idea at the time, Hobi was regretting what he had suggested. Doing it for the members as gifts had been an easy pastime that he could do on camera with ARMY and it was all in good fun, he could take his time and it would be that. 

Making approximately 275 BTS friendship bracelets was proving rather difficult even if the wedding was two weeks away and he had barely got started. Thankfully the BT21 company had jumped in well beforehand and made all the charms to go with it to match each BTS member - an acorn for Hobi, a cat for Yoongi, a rabbit for Jungkook, an alpaca for Jin, a bear for Taehyung, a Koala for Namjoon and a chick for Jimin. They had also made all the colour beads that responded to each member: red, black, purple, pink, green, yellow and blue and they had made the name beads as well.

All Hobi had to do was put it all together. 

You had finished the place cards yesterday and the moment Hobi had laid eyes on you, you knew what was going to be asked. Sure enough, you were in HYBE offices that looked like a conference room with all the coloured beads in each of their compartments with the charms in another box. 

“This was a stupid idea,” Hobi muttered with a sigh as he tackled 39 bracelets he would have to make in his own colours. 

“It is stupid but it’s cute. Who wouldn’t want a friendship bracelet, made by one of the BTS members personally for their wedding?” you mused as you tackled the 39 bracelets you had to make in Yoongi’s colours of black, grey with a cat and the beads representing Suga. 

“I bet most of them will be sold.” he sighed as he finished one and held it aloft in triumph. “One down. Another 38 to go.”

“Why don’t you go on live with ARMY while you do this? I’ll just be over here with Suga,” you suggested as you held up the cat charm in question which really did look like Yoongi. He was going to be so pissed. 

“It would make this go quicker,” Hobi nodded. 

“And whatever we don’t finish here, we’ll take home. Maybe we can rope in the boys in return for cooking dinner,” you laughed as you finished off your Suga bracelet and began your second one. 

“Don’t let Namjoon get hold of these, he’ll break them,” Hobi muttered as he got the camera set up. “Hi ARMY! Help!!”

NAMJOON

“Are you sure you don’t want me to help?”

“Joon, I’ve got this. You’ve got stuff you need to finish before the wedding which is just over a week to go. I can get these done today and then everything will be finished, and we don’t have to worry about a thing,” you promised as you made your coffee for the morning. 

Namjoon was feeling guilty that he was leaving the last minute wedding prep to you while he dealt with finishing off producing and writing lyrics that were breathing down his neck. Not even the prospect of him getting married was allowing his schedule to slow down. If anything it was heating up, as they knew they wouldn’t have Namjoon for a whole week for the wedding and then the honeymoon which was going to last three weeks. 

“Go on, I’ll be fine. I’ve got my podcast to catch up on, my office is cleared and ready to get started so go on,” you grabbed your mug filled with iced coffee and you kissed your future husband on the cheek, making your way to your office. 

Sent in from America, specially stored and prepped for your wedding, the magnolia leaves were the perfect way to finish off your wedding. The centrepieces you had picked were long foliage runners, mixed in with glassware of candles or floating candles in water, with a few white peonies here and there. Your welcome sign was even decorated to match the same so these place cards were the final thing you needed.

130 names were on the computer screen, ready for you to copy. You had a table placed at the side with the table numbers on sticky notes so you could sort the names into the right tables then bag them up. You were very much organised, everything was done. 

Dress collected, suits collected, final meetings apart from one with the venue were done. The florist was getting to work, your photographer and wedding videographer had been in touch. The music had been sent, your entertainment for the night and the day had confirmed the final playlist, the cake designer had confirmed they were baking the cakes and everything was going exactly according to plan. 

Even the tickets for your honeymoon had arrived early, along with a new passport for Namjoon. 

With your podcast playing on Spotify, you settled in your chair with your marker pen and got to work. It was a bit tedious writing out the names in white marker and thankfully you ordered extra pens and leaves for mistakes. 

“Okay, I’m here to help,” Namjoon popped into your office with his own mug of coffee.

“You finished already?” you questioned, turning down the volume on your speakers.

“Half-way but I wanted to come and help and then I’ll go back to it.”

He took the leaves you had already done and the printed list of tables with the guest in the right spot, starting to put each leaf with the right table. In the end, it was the perfect team effort. 

JIMIN

It seemed like an easy thing to pick when it came to favours. If anything, Jimin had picked it long before you had even thought about it. And nothing had been said until 150 mini bottles of expensive champagne had arrived at your front door two weeks before your wedding date. 

Thankfully you were quite skilled when it came to card and paper and printing stuff so you had spent the night printing 150 tags to tie around the bottles with ‘cheers’ and your wedding date on it, with space to write the guests name if you wanted to. 

Jimin, being Jimin, decided that today would be the day you would tie these tags on the bottles and make a date night out of it with takeaway pizza and burgers and some Korean food, some wine to finish it off and the show you both had been dying to see. 

“You know, I never realised how much goes into a wedding until we started planning ours,” Jimin commented as he folded his legs underneath him while cutting the pink ribbon to the size you wanted. 

“I didn’t realise how much you had to think about the guests more than the bride and groom,” you laughed as you punched holes in the top of the pink card, admiring the way the gold writing glittered under your living room lamps.

“That’s true, we’ve dedicated a whole menu and cake to them and now this,” he added after stopping to count how many ribbons he had actually cut. “But then again, it’s all worthwhile, right?”

“Yeah, the photographs will look nice.” 

“I didn’t mean that!” Jimin gently pushed at your shoulder, allowing all the ribbon to fall to the floor.

“We’ll never get these finished if you don’t stop daydreaming,” you added as you put the cards you had finished on the table before you. “And don’t even think about testing them either.”

TAEHYUNG

Trying to figure out what favours to do for 800 people was a nightmare. Trying to print out 800 place cards was an even bigger nightmare but the night before you were due to fly out to Los Angeles, you had managed to do it. The favours, however, still remained a mystery. 

However, you had landed in Los Angeles three weeks before your wedding with your parents, your wedding dress, all the extra bits and pieces that needed to be brought over and Taehyung would follow on in a few days after finishing up some schedules.

That meant you had plenty of time to get started on the place cards with your mother and father helping. You had found a place not far from the apartment that sold little red roses made out of red velvet and they had enough for you to finish off the place cards in your hotel suite, with your father sticking the rose down on the card you had cut and your mother sorting them out into tables.

“What are we going to do for favours?” you had asked Taehyung the first night in Los Angeles. 

“I’ll see what I can think of.”

“Because we have designers and celebrities.”

The chuckle you got and reassurances did nothing to stem the worry. You knew this was going to be a wedding people would talk about for the next year or so and that was a constant worry for you - to make it deeply personal to you and Taehyung but also taking into consideration of who was coming. 

However, the worry was for nothing because Taehyung came up with the idea when got to the hotel room with an extra suitcase. “Books! Look at these,” he said as he opened the suitcase and pulled out second-hand books that looked like they had come from the 1920s or 1930s. 

However, some were newer including a well-read copy of the Godfather and the Great Gatsby. 

“I guess we need to go book shopping then.”

JUNGKOOK

It was great having a talented boyfriend, sorry, fiance. And it was great when he had plenty of artistic talent that he wanted to use on the wedding in its final stages and final two weeks. You were set up in his parent's house, using the spare room to sleep and store all the things you had brought with you including your dress. 

Seokjin, however, was in charge of bringing Jungkook’s suit and the rings and anything important that Jungkook should have been in charge of. Not that you didn’t trust him, you knew how distracted he got. 

How he managed to sit himself down at his parents' dining table that was covered in newspaper as he painted the wooden names in black paint which were going to be your guests' place cards. 

You, on the other hand, were very carefully prepping the 100 candles the two of you had chosen together. The scent represented the two of you - vanilla for Jungkook, blueberry for you with a hint of eucalyptus. 100 black stickers had been printed with your initials and the date of your wedding in white writing with small purple flowers. 

If there was one thing people were going to take from your wedding, it would be the colour scheme. 

“How many more of these do I have left?” Jungkook asked, bambi eyes focused on making sure he left no piece of wood uncovered and that the black paint covered everything. 

“You’ve got another fifty to go,” you answered as you looked up from where you were smoothing the stickers down the glass of the candle. 

“At least it’s not 800 guests like Tae-hyung,” he laughed as he set the name down on a spare piece of paper on the table and picked up another name to paint.

“We’ve got one of the smallest weddings to be fair,” you picked up another candle and breathed in the scent, letting Jungkook sniff it as he leaned over to have a look. “And we’ve gone for the simple ideas of place cards and favours.”

“That’s why we’re the genius couple.”

“Go Team Jeon.”

[liciatalks]

As of right now we have a laundry list of reasons souls end up in Hell, and zero for why they end up in Heaven.

The show makes a point to repeat that Lucifer gave humans Free Will. That humans were given it and they chose to sin so that's why they're in Hell.

I don't think it's a coincidence that there's a lot of queer folks in Hell.

You're saying to yourself, "Duh, Christian thinks it's a sin. That's all we hear"

❗💡❗

That's all we hear. How queer people are going to Hell for loving the "wrong" person.

You internalize that, even if/or after you accept your sexuality.

What if there isn't any Checklist on how to get into Heaven or Hell? It's just wherever the human THINKS they're going.

Look at Adam, he is the fucking WORST, but he's in heaven. There was probably not a single doubt in his mind that he wasn't getting into heaven even though all evidence point to the contrary.

And there's actually two sinners from Helluva Boss that also points to this theory.

Mrs. Mayberry and Lyle Lipton

When we see Mrs. Mayberry as a Human she is the picture of a perfect, kind, human.

Her students love her, she a excellent teacher and a loving wife, but she's in Hell. For what? Having a psychotic break and killing her cheating husband. A spur of the moment thing that she instantly regretted? For Suicide?

She probably thought to herself, in that moment before she killing herself, that she was a terrible person deserving to go to hell.

Lyle Lipton as a Human was a terrible person.

The show never tries to convince you otherwise. The Imps are even questioning why the cherub are trying to save a man like him.

When Lyle is eventually crushed by the piano, the Imps are convince the Cherubs won and his soul will be in heaven, so is shocked to see him when he bust through their wall.

But he says it himself, "Heaven?! You don't make millions in technological advances in robotics by not experimenting on the poor!"

He knew he wasn't getting into Heaven.

Two people who both should have gone to Heaven, but didn't.

They "Chose" Hell.

Now I don't think this will be the revelation in this season but it is laying the ground work.

We just have to see where it goes.

[cconfusedkat]

I do have to add a gore warning for this one too but here's a heaven says wip :-333

I just also gotta do the intro with the four crowns and then YAY! I had this in my to do list since may and its uh ,, Checks Watch ,,,, its july--SO. WE GETTING THINGS DONE ON THE CHECKLIST 🗣🗣🗣