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munsonsreputation · 1 year

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Acts of Affection

steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: [5.8K]

warnings: a tiny bit of sad steve but reader reassures him! full of domestic tooth rotting fluff <3

summary: sometimes it's the little things that matter the most and make your heart melt. you and steve are no different...these are six times that the small acts of affection made your love for each other grow.

“Stevie!”

He watched you exit through the double doors of your college campus, instantly catching his gaze all the way from the parking lot where he stood leaning up against his car waiting for you. Flowers in hand and a little teddy bear for good measure. You squealed his name, racing down the few steps and into his arms that always felt like home.

Today had been a stressful one, to say the least. It was finals season, and you had been working tirelessly for the past two weeks trying to cram as much studying as you could into your schedule. Unfortunately, that meant fewer dates and time to spend carelessly with your boyfriend, Steve. Nevertheless, he was an absolute trooper through all of it. Bringing you coffees and little snacks to get you through those boring studying hours and somehow convincing you to take naps in order to recharge. He was the absolute bestest.

“How are you, pretty girl?” He asked through your hair, the smile he loved so much, pressed up against his neck until you pulled away and he got to see it for himself.

“Better now…you know you didn’t have to do all this.” You pouted, plucking the plush out of his hand and aweing at it before Steve had shook his head, planting a small peck on your lips, thumbs resting on your cheekbones warmly, “I didn’t have to, but I wanted to. I know you’ve been so tired, but now you can finally relax for a little.”

You fell into the warmth of his hand and the softness of his voice. He was always your comfort place during times of stress and anxiety like this one—somehow he had all your worries go away and you knew that being in his presence would be enough.

“Let’s go home, yeah?” He kissed your temple, keeping his lips there as he the question fumbled upon your skin.

“But I’m already home.” You whispered, sweetly, dotting kissing on the underside of his jaw and a few on his neck as you could feel the adams apple bop while he laughed happily.

Steve found it in himself to draw you away, not before placing a single kiss on your lips once more, his thumb pressing on your cheeks as he smiled at you, “I’ve got your favorite waiting on the kitchen table.”

“Chicken parm?” Your voice heightens, and he nods, withholding his laughter.

“Yup, my mom made it fresh this morning before work. She knows how much you love it.”

You squeal, happily moving side to side in his arms, “Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go!”

Steve finds your excitement for simple acts like this one to be rather adorable, but he knows that you deserve it. After working so hard and almost overworking yourself from some good grades, you deserved a good home cooked meal you loved.

He opened up the passenger door for you, letting you in, “Wanna tell me about the exams on the way?”

“Oh, just wait until you hear about Professor Danielson’s stupid test rules!” You huffed heavily as you buckled your seatbelt and looked up at Steve, who smiled, pecking at your lips again.

“Can’t wait to hear it, baby.”

Class getting cancelled was a rare occurrence, so you were surprised when you waked up to your ethnic studies class to see a large piece of paper, poorly stuck to the door that read, “class has been cancelled for today, see you next week!”

But who were you to complain? You now had a free schedule for the rest of the day, left to do whatever you wanted, but you had already finished up the last bits of homework you were aiming to get done and Steve was at work. So you opted to go home…Steve’s home, actually. His parents loved you, even trusting you with a spare key that you use a lot, coming in and leaving almost every day.

While you should’ve settled on taking a relaxing nap that you deserved, you remember that Steve had been talking about how messy his closet had been getting over the last couple of weeks. It wasn’t easy, constantly needing to share a closet with not only you, but the rest of the younger boys who often raided it, looking for the new trendy pieces they could sport at school. So you took it upon yourself to organize it.

Steve had a ton of polos—you weren’t complaining since he looked good in every single one, but Jesus did he have a lot. One in every color and every shade, and different brands and prints. He also owned quite a collection of different jackets, some he had bought at the mall after receiving a hefty paycheck, a few gifted to him from holidays and birthdays, some that he had picked up from garage sales and thrift stores that you and Steve would visit on weekend, but his favorite one was the light grey Members Only jacket you had gifted him for your one-year anniversary.

Pants were definitely the most modest part of his wardrobe in terms of quantity. He opted to only buy a few ones that were of great quality, but were highly expensive. He only had a few pairs of Levi’s and the rest being old sweatpants and shorts he would only wear at home or when it was hot out.

Then there were the shoes. God, if Steve loved something more than he loved you, it was shoes. He collected them like a hoarder. It was a rule that the younger kids could pick anything in his closet expect the shoes! He cared for those pieces like his baby. You practically had to force him to wear every single pair at least once before buying another or else they’d just sit in a pile in his closet forever until they fell apart naturally.

“Finally!” You exhaled, dusting your hands off as you took a step back and examined your work.

After about two hours, you were able to completely transform his closet. Organizing everything you had hung up by type and color so that Steve would have an easier time sorting through what he had. You even had the time to create a pile of clothes that you hadn’t seen Steve wear in a while, placing it in the corner of his room to go through himself before offering it up to the boys or donating it.

“Baby! You in here? Your cars’ in the driveway!” The front door opened and Steve's voiced filled the expanse of his home as you shouted out a reply,

“Hi Stevie!”

Your feet took you quickly down the stairs and into his arms, inhaling his cologne while you nuzzled your face into his neck, hugging him close.

“Class got cancelled today.” You mumbled against his skin, pulling away when he rested his hands on your sides, squeezing slightly.

He frowned, rubbing circles with his thumbs, “Why didn’t you call? I would’ve called out early for you.”

“S’ok, you’re here now and that’s all that matters.” Your cheeks rose as you smiled, finally landing your lips against his in a kiss.

His own, moving against yours gently, before pulling away, “I have a surprise for you upstairs.”

“Is it a naughty surprise?” His eyes brows wiggled and his tone shifted higher as you groaned, pushing his chest annoyingly, “Ew! Just come on!”

Your fingers took his wrist, pulling him up the stairs behind you as he laughed, speaking out a jumble of words like, “I’m just messing with ya baby,” “I hate surprises,” and “just tell me, please!”

“Ta-da!” Your arms flared out towards his open closet when you two finally entered his room.

He was astonished, “Babe, you did all this yourself?” walking up to it, his fingers skimmed each item as he passed by, looking at how organized everything was and how he could finally see the floor of his closet after all these weeks.

You nodded your head happily, “Yeah! It was actually really therapeutic to go through everything and see it all come together.”

He turned back to you when your bubbling voice filled the air. “I even made a pile of clothes you don’t wear anymore over there.”

Looking at to where you were pointing, he saw a bunch of old tee-shirts and hoodies that didn’t find him anymore, and then glanced back at you, “Baby, you really didn’t have to—“

“Uh uh.” You shook your head, finger waving from side to side making him chuckle, getting closer enough to you to wrap his arms around your waist.

“i wanted to! You’ve been complaining for weeks about it being a mess and I know you didn’t have the time to organize it all by yourself, so I took it upon myself to—mph!”

He pulled you into a kiss, mid-sentence making you shriek, “Shhh, stop rambling, baby.” He said against you, making you groan, fingers going up to his shoulder to pinch him slightly, “Not cool.”

“I love you.” He said, totally ignoring your fake annoyance,

“I love you too.”

The clanking of plastic hitting the diner table caught your attention, stopping you mid chew as you stared at Steve, who did nothing but smile, resting his chin on his fist as he watched you, “I made you a mixtape!”

“Are you serious?” the half mushed food in your mouth, muffling your words as he laughed, reaching over to close your mouth with his forefingers.

“Finish chewing—“ you rolled your eyes lightly, setting down your fork, mouth mashing up the last bits of food while you picked up the cassette.

from stevie to my baby…all these songs remind me of you, I love you.

keep on loving you - reo speedwagon

crazy for you - madonna

heaven - bryan adams

take my breath away - berlin

nothing’s gonna stop us now - starships

p.s. did I mention I love you?

You did realize your eyes welling with a pool of happy tears as you read the tracks—all of them being significant theme songs for you and Steve’s love story. When any of them would come on the radio, the two of you would instantly think of each other, reminiscing about drunk karaoke nights, late night drives around town, and sleepy nights you would spend falling asleep in each others arms.

“I could only fit five songs on this cassette but Eddie told me he could lend me a few empty ones so I could—“ He paused, seeing as you laughed lightly, eyes blinking and tears rolling down your cheeks and jaw, “baby are you crying?”

His thumb reached out to swipe under your eyes, then cupped your cheeks, eyes filled with concern of his side as you reassured him with a sincere smile, “Happy tears, Stevie…this is so sweet.”

“They’re just songs honey, you shouldn’t cry.”

Heading shaking in his grasp, turning slightly to kiss his wrist then look back into his eyes, trapping him in a trance of love that he would never be able, and never wanted to escape, “You’re the most thoughtful person I’ve ever had to privilege of knowing, let alone loving…the littlest things you do make me fall even more in love with you.”

Sure, you and Steve would share sweet nothings with each other all the time…almost on a daily basis, but this confession made his heart beat ten times faster and heat up to the hottest temperature. He’s never felt so…appreciated?

“I…wow, I’m sorry, I just—never knew I could make someone feel like that.”

Watching him stutter over his words was a touching scene, knowing Steve was totally honest and speechless, “I meant every word, I love you and I’m going to cherish this for the rest of our lives.” you told him, pressing the tape to your heart and leaning forward to peck his lips.

“I love you too, never gonna stop loving you—wait! I should’ve put that on there!” He groaned, hanging his head low as you giggled, shaking your head as you assured him.

“When you make me another, you can put it on there!” You patted his cheek with your warm palm, “Let’s finish up and we can listen to this with the windows down.”

He smiled warmly, pecking your lips, talking against them half-jokingly, “You’ll get cold after two minutes and ask me to roll them back up.”

You nodded, pressing your lips to his again, “And you’ll roll them up and turn up the heat.”

“Like I do all the time.” He agreed, finally pulling away to take in the expanse of your face and all your beautiful features he memorized.

You tiptoed out of the backdoor with your bare feet on the deck. Steve’s sweater clinging onto your body against the cold air, but thankfully the two mugs of hot chocolate you had made were warming your palms up.

“‘morning hot stuff.” You whispered cooly, leaning down to kiss his cheek before he had the chance to look up at you.

You smiled when you pulled away, handing him over his mug that he graciously took, then pecking your lips, “You’re up early…are you not freezing?”

He patted his thigh, signaling for you to sit on his lap, and so you did, snuggling yourself in embrace, feet bending to rest on the lounger that you two were now relaxing on. Your naked knees taking on the warmth of the mug that you set on them.

“You warm me up just fine.” You said softly, taking a sip of the sweet drink, overlooking the beautiful water and misty air.

It was your first time at Steve’s uncle’s lake house, and surprisingly enough, they had to trust the two of you to stay alone for the weekend. It was the perfect little getaway for the both of you, considering the fact that Steve needed to use his vacation days and you desperately needed to get your nose out of the textbooks for a while.

The comfortable stubble that scratched against your cheek was a case of Steve forgetting to pack his razor and being too lazy to head to the store down the road to get one. But you weren’t complaining. You always loved every touch Steve laid on you, accidental or purposeful. The butterflies and swelling of your heart never was a feeling you would get used to. It happened all the time.

When he reaches to hold your hand. Brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. Guiding you around a crowded room with his hand pressed gently into the small of your back. Throwing his leg over your body to prevent you from getting out of bed too early. And laying sweet kisses all over your body.

It always had the same effect on you.

“One day you’re going to catch hypothermia, babe.” He argued back with a chuckle, his free hand rubbing up and down your legs attempting to get the blood circulating.

You just giggled softly, taking a sip from your mug, indulging in his touch before finally saying something, “We’re never apart, so that’s highly unlikely.”

“You’re right…you know how much I love to keep you warm.” He kissed up the expanse of your neck up to your ear, making you fall into his touch deeper, his hand leaving your wrap over your shoulders, keeping you close.

“I wish every morning could be like this.” You murmured, turning your head to stare up into his eyes that agreed silently before coming down to peck your lips.

His were slightly chapped from the cold weather neither of you were accustomed to, but the chapstick on your lips seemed to do the trick, “One day I’ll get us a place of our own on a lake and we can spend every morning out there…” the sweet words fell onto your lips as he whispered them before pulling away.

“We can watch the sunrise and the sunset, host summer parties with our friends out here…then when we have kids, we can spend time with them out here—our little family at our little lake house.”

You smiled warmly, bringing one of your hands up to rest upon his cheek. The scarlet blush you were certain was from the icy weather, but was, in fact, due to his love for you. It was the mere fact that he was so infatuated with you in the simplest times like these…with no one around to judge or critique the love you had for one another.

“You want to have kids with me?” You asked as if you didn’t already know the answer, having thought of that dream too.

He huffed jokingly with the rolling of his eyes as he nodded, hand making its way to rest on your stomach, “You’re the only one I can ever imagine having a family with…you’d be a great mom.”

“Says the guy who has been a single dad of six since he was seventeen.” You retorted as you both shared a laugh before taking a sip of the hot chocolate to warm your bodies once more.

You leaned down to set your cup on the deck, allowing both hands to be free so you could rest them on Steve’s that still laid over your belly, “I can’t wait to have your babies…I think we’d make pretty good looking humans if you asked me.”

Steve grinned, nodding his head, “I think so too…what do you think about heading inside and us warming up in a different way?”

The wiggling of his eyebrows made you burst out in amusement, but not stopping the twists that were happening in your stomach. He just sat there, shaking his head with a smile on his face, trying to act as if it wasn’t the corniest thing he had said all week, “Ok, c’mon, it wasn’t supposed to be funny, babe!”

“It was pretty funny!” You quipped, poking at his sides, making him flinch, almost spilling his drink.

He “oh’d” with a laugh, leaning over to set him down on the deck beside yours, then finally lifting you up into his arms.

“Stevieeeee!” you squealed, weakly attempting to wiggle out of his gasp as he walked you two up the deck.

“I feel your temperature dropping, babe! We gotta get you warmed up, quick!” He joked dramatically, feet running heavily on the wood, as you could do nothing but laugh and hold on to him tightly with every step he took.

You quietly unlocked the front door to the Harrington residence, toeing your sneakers off and leaving them at the front door as you made your way through his house. Today’s lecture required you to stay back a few hours longer, needing some extra tutoring in order to fully grasp the concept that way you wouldn’t fail the upcoming test that you so badly needed to pass in order to get an A for the school year. That sadly meant leaving Steve alone for a few hours, but you assumed he could manage, considering the fact that this wasn’t the first time you had to stay on campus a little longer. Usually he’d come home and take a nice nap after work while he waited for you or other times he would hang out with your friend group until he received a call that you would be heading home.

But today was different.

You stumbled into the kitchen and found a note stuck onto the fridge with one of the smiley faces magnets that littered the silver appliance.

“hi baby, I left some soup for you to heat up on the stove. not having a great day, a lot on my mind, don’t want to worry you though. I’m upstairs napping. Make sure you eat first before you come to bed. I love you, sweetheart.” - your stevie

A frown covered your face as you turned to the stove and saw a small pot of soup and a bowl and spoon already laid out for you. But Steve should’ve known better that you wouldn’t be able to eat without checking up on him first. He would always be your number one priority. You left the food there, and walked up the stairs, heading straight to his bedroom where you softly knocked on the door, just to let your presence be known as you twisted the knob and let yourself in.

There he laid under the comforters on his stomach, snoring quietly while the gently breeze of wind came in through his windows. You sat your bag down on the floor and made your way over to him, sitting on the small space that was left and rubbing a soothing hand over his clothed back.

“Hi handsome…I missed you.” You said loud enough for him to wake, kissing the space beneath his ear.

He mumbled out a few incoherent words, before finally shifting around to face you. His sleepy red eyes, evident that he may have been crying a few hours before or even rubbing them a little too hard. It worried you.

“Did you eat?” He asked, and you shook your head, reaching out to fix the messy hairs that danced on his sweaty forehead.

Steve groaned, scolding you for not without using his words, “I couldn’t after what I read in your note. Is everything OK? You want to talk about it?”

You knew your boyfriend like the back of your hand and that included knowing that he had a soft side that not many people knew about. Sure, he expressed his protective and loving side for his close friends, but rarely did he ever expose his true inner feelings. He only did that with you. And you were honored to be his person that he could be his true self with, without worrying about being judged for feeling such deep and emotional things.

“Life is just…. a lot.” He sighed, looking down sadly in his lap, feeling defeated and lost in what was the weird transition to adulthood and still holding on to being a young adult.

You scooted closer, mirroring his body language, but wrapping your arm around his shoulder and the other on his wrist, getting him to feel some sort of comfort during this time.

“I understand, babe… life can be a lot, but I hope you know that you’re not alone—I’m always going to be here.” You reassured him with your calming voice and slow circles that you rubbed on his wrist.

You could feel his breath hitch and his back crouch lower falling almost away from your touch if you didn’t chase it, “Hey, hey…I’m here baby, talk to me…what’s going on? How can I help?”

“I get scared that it’s all going to disappear.”

The sentence was clear, yet his voice was shaky as some of the words slipped off his tongue with a breathy tone.

“D-disappear?”

“You.” he clarified, staring back up at you with tear-filled eyes, threatening to spill over any second now.

You could feel your heart rip into a million tiny pieces just looking at the love of your life like this. It was something you had never witnessed before, at least not like this. How could you ever disappear from his life when you two practically needed each other to survive? He would be crazy to think that, but right now, you needed to reassure him that you weren’t going anywhere.

“Steve.” You whispered, retracting your hands from their initial placement and bringing them up to cup his cheeks. Swiftly your thumbs moved to swipe the tears that finally fell when he blinks, those brown orbs coated with a cloud that you hated to see.

“I…I’m never going to disappear, alright? I love you, so so so so much and I can’t even imagine living a life without you….what makes you think I’d ever want to leave the person I love so dearly?”

“I dunno…” he sniffled, closing his eyes briefly, before opening them up again and staring into his favorite pair of eyes, face covered with concern, “sometimes I think that I’m not enough for you…that you’ll get tired of me, maybe find someone better than a stupid guy who works at a vhs store.”

He shook his head shamefully in your hold, as you could do little but bite your lip and laugh lightly, causing his brows to furrow, “It’s not supposed to be funny—“

“Baby.” You whispered tugging his face closer to yours, just inches apart now, “I couldn't care less about the job that you have…hell you could work as a damn plumber and I would still feel the same about you because I love you.”

He swallowed, not chancing this moment as he watched your lips move swiftly with more words leaving them.

“I love the fact that you take the time to memorize all my weird little quirks. I love it when you leave little notes around the house and in my bag to read throughout the day because you know I miss you too much. I love when you wake me up in the morning and pepper me with kisses because it’s the only way to get me up. I love that you make me mixtapes and I never get tired of listening to them. I love that you have the biggest heart and the kindest soul. I love that you would do anything for the people that you love.”

Steve could feel his sad little heart sparkling with happiness as he listened to your meaningful words.

“I love you, Steve Harrington, because of what’s in your heart. I mean it every day when I say that I love you and nothing is ever going to stop me from doing so…especially not your job. Please know that I’m not going anywhere, not ever, ok?”

He didn’t waste time with words, only pressing his lips to yours, letting them rest on each other in a soft touch before finally moving gently against one another. Everything and all his fears were lifted away with you here telling him that everything would be ok…that it was all in his head.

“Thank you for always reassuring me.”

You smiled against his lips and nodding, foreheads slightly bumping each others making you both laugh and pull away.

His eyes were no longer clouded with sadness, but now glimmering with love.

“Always, baby.”

So maybe it wasn’t the brightest idea for you and Steve to host a sleepover movie night at his place on a Sunday knowing he had work the next day and you class—but it was the only day everyone was free, so fuck it…right?

You tucked your face deeper into Steve’s chest, inhaling his scent combined with the morning air that suffocated the living room as the warmth of the sun bled through the thin curtains and onto your exposed skin that wasn’t covered by blankets. It wasn’t odd for you and him to crash in the living room. Sometimes the two of you would be too tired to walk up his flight of stairs or you would both would fall asleep in each other’s arms during movie. But this is the first time you had been awoken by snores…some of which you weren’t familiar with, they didn’t sound like Steve’s snores…they belonged to your friends…the ones you let sleepover—

“Fuck! Steve wake up! We overslept!”

You instantly shot up, arm blindly reaching out to shake Steve awake whose eyes snapped opened quickly, watching as you threw off the blankets in a pile on the floor. A few of your friends squirming from their places on the air mattress and opposite couch who woke up to your loud shrieks.

“I thought you set the alarm,” He mumbled out, snapping out of his initial concern and rubbing his eyes with his fingers.

You got up, racing towards the digital clock that sat on the coffee table, “Batteries were probably out…stupid thing!” you smacked it harshly as if that would do you both any good as he stifled his laugher and finally got up.

“Go shower, I’ll handle get started on coffee.” He said patting your bum and pressing a quick kiss to your forehead, watching as you nodded running up the stairs loudly, not caring if you woke your friends.

You worked quickly, rushing around Steve’s bedroom as you brushed your teeth. Pulling out some clothes from your drawer of things there, gathering some school appropriate pieces that you know would match since you didn’t have much time. You had thrown them onto the bathroom counter, reaching into the shower to warm up the water before rising from your mouth and practically ripping off your clothes and hopping in for a quick rinse.

Steve was working just as hurriedly downstairs. The kettle was on high and the two pieces of bread had been put into the toaster. He had gotten each of your mugs ready with a spoonful of coffee grounds and the sugar pot already waiting beside them for the end. The eggshells littered the bottom of the kitchen sink as he vigorously whisked and seasoned them before pouring them in the hot pan. He worked the spatula around the mixture, setting it down and rushing towards the fridge to grab the bread, peanut butter, and jam to get started on the lunches you two would be packing.

“Babe your turn!” You were rushing down the stairs with his toothbrush in hand with a fresh line of toothpaste already on it.

He turned, thanking you with a quick smile before shoving it in his mouth and rushing up the stairs.

It was easy for you to take over. The eggs were nearly finished and now plated. The kettle had been done boiling, so you poured the hot water into your cups, watching as the dark brown slowly take over, adding in two scoops of sugar into each cup. The toast popped up. You turned around grabbing them with quick fingers and drizzling a squiggle of honey on them for sweetness.

The sandwiches had been already made and only needed to be cut and placed into ziplock bags. And so you did that, grabbing a clementine and bag of chips for each of you to have for lunch.

“I have your backpack, sweetheart.” You turned your head and saw Steve heading down the stairs with your bag in his hands that he placed down at the floor of the front door.

“Thanks handsome! Breakfast is ready!”

You turned, setting your coffees down on the table, being greeted with a peck on the lips as you giggle, nudging him away jokingly, “eat or we’ll be late.”

He rolled his eyes, checking his time on his watch, “We’ve got approximately six minutes and thirty-five seconds to leave the house before either or us are late…we’re fine.”

Steve casually takes a bit of his toast and picks up bits of the scramble eggs with his fork before eating them. You do the same, but with a bit more of urgency remembering you had forgotten your scarf and a few pieces of jewelery you usually sported upstairs.

“Be right back!” You mumbled with a full mouth of toast, as you scrambled out of your seat and back up the stairs.

At this point, all of your friends had woken up due to the loud ruckus and unbeknownst to you and Steve, they were watching you two run around, absentmindedly helping one another with small tasks like a cooperative relationship.

Steve had gulped down the last remnants of his coffee and begun placing the dishes in the sink to give them a quick wash. You came down the stairs, fingers securing the earring backs to the small jewels that Steve had gifted you for your birthday one year ago—his green vest loops over your arm as you crept up behind him and nudged him slightly.

“Almost forgot this.” you smirked, holding it out for him to work his arms through.

“You’re the best.” He mumbled sweetly, handing you your cup of coffee to finish as he brushed down the flyaway hairs at the top of your head with his palm.

You swallowed the rest of the semi bitter caffeine, handing him over your cup then walking over to your lunches, quickly adding a smiley face and heart to his brown bag with the thick sharpie.

“Ready to go?” He asked, wiping his hands clean as you turned around and nodded, handing him his lunch as you two walk out of the kitchen and went to the front door quickly slipping on some shoes and grabbing your respective car keys.

You slung your backpack over your shoulder and pecked his lips, “Remember you need to fill up your tank, you’re almost on E.” you reminded him as he nodded patting his pocket to make sure he had his wallet, which he did.

“Call me during lunch if you have time? And I’ll see you here at 3?” He proposed, and you nodded, giving him a hug.

You two were almost out the door when he remembered that your friends were still over.

“Hey dinguses! Lock the door on the way out and make sure you fold the blankets!” He reminded with a shout before shutting the door.

They all turned to each other with sleepy smiles, heading over to the nearest widow to watch the couple part ways.

“They’re like a married old couple.” Dustin commented, as you two shared another kiss before getting in your cars.

��I think it’s kinda cute.” Max said, nudging El, who giggled and nodded.

The boys rolled their eyes, except for Eddie, who walked away and stretched his arms out, “They love each other, it’s no surprise.”

“More like infatuated.” Will jokes, smiling as he listens to the car horn beep. Steve lets you drive off first, then him following behind.

“It’s the little things that make their love sweeter.” Lucas says, moving towards the coffee table and finding a polaroid of you and Steve, from a few nights ago, sitting around and watching sitcoms.

“Small acts of affection are what they call it.” Robin says snatching the photo from the young boy to admire herself.

“Guess we ought to take a note or two.” Mike shrugged as everyone agrees.

It couldn’t be clearer that you and Steve were head over heels…not because of the grand gestures, but mostly because of the small and meaningful ones. The times where Steve would show up after a mentally grueling day without being asked to. The acts of service you would complete to help him get a load off his plate. The thoughtful gifts he would make for you without any special occasion. The one-on-one moments you spend together without bother, letting each other’s touch fill the gap. The appreciative words of affirmation and assurance that would fix a heavy heart after a long day. And the togetherness you both would feel, even on a hectic morning like today.

It would always be the simple acts that would make your love for each other grow.

A/N: I've been in the steve mood so I decided to write this sweet little quick thing up for you all! I am a whore for domestic fluff so yeah...let me know what you think!

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jacksdinonuggets · 1 month

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Hi, can you write a fic where Carmilla has to put Vaggie in time out? but in the end everything turns out well and she takes care of her

Yup! Here you go!

Carmilla had come over to the hotel when Vaggie called her to come take care of her while she regressed. Charlie was a bit busy and didn’t exactly have any time. So Carmilla strolled on over. Apparently Vaggie had a very frustrating week and needed some relaxation time.

However, Vaggie was really starting to get on Carmilla’s nerves. During playtime, she hated the idea of sharing her dinosaur toys. When they had snack break, she slapped the spoon of applesauce out of Carmilla’s hands. During diaper check, she fought with her, not letting her check her. Carmilla knew she needed a change but really didn’t want to hear a tantrum. Besides, it could still last at least 1 or 2 more wettings.

However, her patience was really tested when Vaggie started refusing nap time. Satan, she was so cranky when sleep deprived.

“I dun wanna nap!” She stomped her little food as Carmilla was getting out her pajamas.

“Mija…” Carmilla warned.

Once she got out the pajamas, Vaggie stomped again. It was really cute if she was being honest, but she was getting a bit irritated.

“No nap! Wanna play!” Vaggie protested once again.

“Sweetie, you know you get cranky when you’re tired,”

“M not cwanky! ‘Nd ‘m not taking a nap!” she yelled.

“You are going to take a nap unless you want no desert later,” Carmilla instructed. Vaggie was getting extremely pissed. When her caregiver went to unbutton her overalls, she kicked her in the shins. Since she wasn’t wearing her angelic pointed shoes, it did end up hurting. She hissed in pain and saw the smug satisfied, little shit look Vaggie had.

“Ok, that’s it, you’re going in time out,” Carmilla commanded. She picked Vaggie up and carried her to the corner of the room. She screamed, kicked, and hit until she was set down. A chair was brought up.

“You are going to sit here for 5 minutes and then you will take a nap, is that clear?”

Vaggied pouted but nodded, sitting in the chair facing the wall. In her time to reflect, she realized that she really was sleepy and started to feel bad for kicking her when all she was trying to do was help.

“Alright, you can come over here now and let me help you get dressed,” Carmilla said once the five minutes were up. Vaggie shuffled over to her caregiver, looking down in shame.

“M sorry, Mama,” She apologized. Carmilla looked down and smiled at the small girl. She was proud of her for recognizing that she did something wrong. She lifted her up and rubbed her back, her chin resting on top of her shoulder.

“It’s okay, sweetie, I forgive you. You were having a rough week, huh?”

“Mhm…” she mumbled against her shoulder. She was already starting to fall asleep. So Carmilla took this chance to change her into some fresh padding and her pajamas. When she was done she tucked her in and plopped her pacifier in her mouth as well as tucking her lavender teddy bear under her arms. Vaggie fell asleep very quickly, tired from the week and barely any sleep.

As Carmilla read a book in the rocking chair, Vaggie slept peacefully and content in her bed.

#agere fanfic #agere writing #sfw agere #age regression #sfw littlespace #hazbin hotel agere #little!vaggie #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel age regression

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corrodedcoffinkid · 2 years

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EDDIE’S WISDOM TEETH BOTHERING HIM AND HE CANT CHEW AND IT UPSETS HIM

doin a popcorn fic with @jesushchristmunson bc i thought that’d be cool

@jesushchristmunson your move, dude.

Steve’s pretty sure he’s been listening to the same complaints for two weeks now.

“Steve, my jaw hurts.”

“Steve, I can’t chew.”

“Steve, I’m swollen.”

It breaks Steve’s heart, it really does. Eddie’s wisdom teeth were coming in… sideways. What is he supposed to do, though? Eddie’s terrified of surgery, anesthesia, and dentists. This combines all of that- not to mention recovery.

Oh, God, they’re so screwed.

When Steve finally gets off work after an eight hour shift, he comes home to find Eddie crying on the couch with Wayne pressing an icepack to one side of his jaw. “Is it bad today?”

Wayne nods. He scratches Eddie’s hair, running his fingers through it in an attempt to soothe him. “Son, I really think you’ve put this off long enough.”

Eddie sniffles, and lets out a sad whine. “No, please.”

“Uncle Wayne is right, baby,” Steve sits on the other side of Eddie. “You’re hurting, and it’s not okay.”

Despite Eddie’s protests, Uncle Wayne and Steve book the appointment for a week out. Eddie’s getting more swollen- he hasn’t eaten solids in a while. Their lives have been nothing but ice packs, pain pills, and soft foods for the past few weeks.

Morning of the appointment, however, Eddie declares his pain has magically went away. “No, I’m fine,” Eddie says, pushing away the comfy clothes his uncle has laid out for him. “See?” He smiles weakly, and tries to hide his winces of pain.

“Son, I wasn’t born yesterday.”

Eddje frowns, and flops back on his bed dramatically. “I am not getting dressed and you can’t make me.”

Steve comes into Eddie’s bedroom from the kitchen once he hears the complaints. He’d gotten Wayne to wake him up, because he’d hoped Eddie would listen to him. It hadn’t worked. “Fine, we’ll take you in your boxers and baggy shirt.”

“No,” Eddie whimpers, shaking his head. “I don’t wanna go.”

Wayne and Steve both sit beside him on his bed. Eddie hasn’t started to cry yet, but there are tears forming in his eyes. “Son, I picked you out a nice sweatshirt and some pajama pants. You’re just going to have a nap for a few hours, then you’ll wake up all fixed up.”

Eddie tries to chew on his fingers, but it hurts too much to do so. “Please don’t make me…”

Steve pulls him in for a quick hug. “Hey,” he says softly, “Uncle Wayne and I are going to be there for when you fall asleep. You can bring Teddy, your dragons, a book… whatever you want, Eddie.”

“Are you sure?”

Uncle Wayne nods. “We’re sure.”

So, Eddie begrudgingly slips on his pajama pants and hoodie before grabbing his Teddy bear off of his bed. Steve presses a kiss to his forehead, and leads him out to the car. “Do you want me to drive or Uncle Wayne to drive.”

“Uncle Wayne drive,” Eddie murmurs, nuzzling his face in Steve’s chest.

To everyone’s surprise, Eddie does okay on the long car ride to the office. Maybe he’s in so much pain that he’s accepted it, or maybe he’s simply given up. Steve and Wayne aren’t sure which, but at least he isn’t crying.

At least, not until they’re in the parking lot.

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prismatica-the-strange · 1 year

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Day Off

Warnings: 18+

Synopsis: Like it or not, Bernard is taking a nap (This isn't as long as I meant it to be but 🤷‍♀️)

Pairings: Snowfall Sweethearts ☕❄️

It was obvious to everyone, Bernard was at the end of his rope, frazzled, running around the workshop like a headless chicken, nitpicking everyone's work.

Multiple elves had approached Charity about it, knowing that he'd be less likely to lose it if his favorite elf talked to him.

Even the others in the wrapping department offered to take her workload for a day or two so she could have the opportunity to do so.

And so, she waited by Naughty and Nice, anxiously playing with the end of her scarf until he finally darts by.

"Uh, Bernard?" She calls, hurrying to catch up with him, "Bernard, wait! I need to talk with you!"

"What? What is it now?" He turns on her with an exasperated tone.

"I-"

His eyes go wide when he realizes how he'd snapped at her.

"I'm sorry," He sets the clipboard he'd been clutching aside and gently sets his hands on her shoulders, "What's wrong?"

"Are you okay?"

That throws him for a loop.

"I-... I'm fine," He says. She doesn't need the twitch of his one exposed ear or the way his voice cracks when he says 'fine' to know that he's lying.

His haggard, dead-on-his-feet appearance gives him away. Like if he so much as sat down he wouldn't be able to move again for at least two Christmases.

"When was the last time you slept?" She places her hand on his cheek and he has to fight the urge to lean into it, "You look like a sneeze would knock you over."

He gently takes her hand from his face, cupping it in his own between them, "I appreciate the concern, Shiver. I really do, but I'm okay."

"Wait!" She goes to grab his arm when he turns to go but is too late and he walks into a large pile of teddy bears. Both he and the elf carrying them tumble to the ground, stuffing, and fluff flying everywhere.

Three more elves trip and fall on the mess, their loads of toys scattering across the workshop floor.

"No... No, no, no, no, no!" Bernard scrambles to his feet, grabbing onto Charity's arm when he slips on a rouge bear.

"No! W-we're already behind! This is gonna set us back..." He does some calculations on his fingers, "Nearly five weeks!"

She rolls her eyes when he starts grabbing teddy bears, rambling about Christmas being ruined.

"Bernard... Bernard!" She grasps his shoulders and pulls him to his feet, "Breathe, Twitch. Breathe."

He looks at her with the biggest eyes, so tired and weary.

"Sleigh bells, Bernard... Come with me," She glances at one of the other elves helping in the cleanup, sharing a nod before her hands move down to take Bernard's. He immediately holds hers back, bears in his arms dropping back to the ground as he lets her pull him with her.

"I-I really don't have time," He argues, but he doesn't pull away.

"It's May, the workshop can go one day without your hovering," She insists.

"Wha- I- I don't hover!" He scoffs. He pulls himself from her grasp, coming into stride next to her, arms swinging by his sides.

"'I dOn'T hOvEr!' " She mocks, coming to a stop. He goes a few steps ahead before he realizes and doubles back, "When was the last time you took a day off?"

He looks at her, bewildered for a moment, "What... What century is it?"

"Exactly my point! Which is why you're coming with me!"

He nearly topples over when she grabs his sleeve and starts tugging him along again.

"But Charity! What about Christmas-"

"Christmas won't happen if you work yourself and every other elf in the workshop sick!" She huffs, "You're coming with me to take a break, and that's the end of it!"

He allows her to drag her from the main thoroughfare of the village, towards her cottage out in the surrounding woods.

He could, if he really wanted, pull away from her and go back to work. But, if he's honest with himself, the quiet warmth being offered by elf whisking him away through the snow sounds like a haven he's been desperately yearning for.

The walls of her home are covered in posters and knickknacks from her time and travels in the mortal world. Plants that rightfully shouldn't grow at this latitude, flourish in hanging pots in a small conservatory just off the living area.

His eyes wander his surroundings as he sits stiffly in the middle of the loveseat in the livingroom, hands clasped neatly in his lap.

He looks up at her when she sets a tray with two cups on the coffee table.

One is tea, the other an elaborate combination of cocoa, two candy canes, lots of mini marshmallows, extra whipped cream, topped with a wintergreen mint bits, and a dusting cocoa powder.

"You remember how I like my cocoa?" He asks.

"Of course I do," She nudges him with her hip as she moves to sit next to him.

He shuffles to the side, but not too far, their knees bumping together.

"You can relax, y'know?" She says at his posture, "It's just me."

"I know," He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. His shoulders slouch and he teeters slightly.

"You okay?" She sets her drink down, one hand steadying his cup and the other resting on his cheek, "You look so tired."

This time he lets himself melt into her touch, "I am."

"What's going on, Bernard?" She asks, "Why are you so sure we're going to be behind schedule for Christmas?"

He sighs, opening his soft brown eyes to look at her, before pulling away from the way her thumb strokes his cheek.

"Well, in February there was that electrical fire that took out all the stuffed animals in the workshop and now we've got four stable workers and twelve toy makers in the hospital from that reindeer training incident!" He babbles on, getting worked up as he does, "It's only May and so much has already gone wrong! And every year there are more and more kids to account for! I-I-I-... I just don't know how we're gonna be able to keep up!"

"Do you remember a few hundred years ago, back when we mainly used wood?" She asks, "Before there were fire retardants like now? There was a big fire. It was August and the whole workshop was up in flames. Eight months of work gone."

He nods, it wasn't something one really forgot, "Yeah."

"Everyone thought we were done for. Game over. No Christmas. People were sure of it. But in the end-"

"We rolled up our sleeves and got to work and Christmas was a total success," he finishes.

"Exactly! If we can make it through that, we can make it through a few early year speed bumps."

"I know, you're right," he gives her a small smile. He adjusts closer to her, elbows brushing, "Thanks, Shiver."

They spend the next while talking until she feels him slump fully against her.

She looks over today find him asleep, nearly empty cup of cocoa dangling precariously from his fingers. She carefully takes it from him and sets it on the table.

She moves to stand so she can let him rest, but he groans and, still asleep, tangles his fingers in the fabric of her sweater.

She can't find it in her self to pull away, not when he looks so cute, clinging to her like this.

So she does her best to get comfortable, pulling her legs up onto the cushions. And as if he knows what she's doing, he adjusts, laying down on top of her.

His beret falls to the ground when her fingers catch in his curls. She can't help but swoon when he nuzzles closer.

"Since when are you so adorable?" She coos, eyelids starting to droop as she gets his hair. And that's how she falls asleep, warm and buried under the weight of her best friend.

#prisma self ships #santa claus bernard #bernard the head elf #bernard the elf #prisma writes #self shipping #self ship fic #Snowfall Sweethearts ☕❄

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demonbanisher · 2 years

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Hi! I hope your day gets better :) here’s a prompt - Sirius always takes his dog Padfoot for a walk in the park, and he always sees Remus in the same park but never talks to him. Until one day, he is playing with Padfoot and he sees Remus reading or just sitting and being cute on a bench or under the tree. Then Sirius was like “he's so pretty, looks like an angel" and Padfoot is like "why did my human stop playing? and why is he looking at that other human with that silly face? I'll go there” then Padfoot runs to Remus and Sirius has to run after him and Remus thinks Padfoot is very cute and his owner even cuter

Hi Anon! Oh my! I love this prompt so much and it was giving me 101 Dalmation vibes and then I got the idea to write it from Padfoot's perspective and then realized it is very hard to write from a dog’s perspective, but we did it anyways! I hope you enjoy. This definitely put a smile on my face

Sirius takes me to the park every day when the sun is high. Unless it is wet. Sirius does not like to get wet. I wouldn't mind but I have learned that mud in the house equals being called 'bad dog' and I am actually a very very good dog so I won't go out when it's wet.

But lately, Sirius does not want to seem to leave house. He does not throw the sticks with as much gusto. He lets me win every race. It is very boring. I mean, I would win anyways but it would nice if he'd at least let try.

He likes to make fancy paw prints in his special room. I am not allowed in special room when he is working. It is fine. The colourful food does not taste good. But when he is not working special room is open and has good spot for afternoon naps. It is when I go into special room that I find Sirius has been painting human. Except human does not have face. I do not understand why Sirius would paint human who does not have face. I for one like my human with his face.

"Admiring the art Pads?" Sirius says as I cock my head to look at this 'art.'

"I can't see him yet but I know he must be out there. Either that or I've lost it."

I turn to look at Sirius and he looks sad. I paw at his leg until he leans down so that I can lick his face. I go and grab my stuffed bear and bring it to him. Teddy always makes me feel better. Sirius laughs as he wraps his arms around me.

"It'll be okay if it's just you and me. Someday I'll stop dreaming of him and someday it won't feel so lonely."

Sirius uses too many big words I don't understand sometimes so I just snuggle into him. He always likes that.

One day we are at park and we are playing fetch, except this time when I bring the ball back to him, he doesn't take it from me. I growl at him to say hello, I am here. I am good boy and fetched and he still doesn't look. I follow his eyeline thinking he may have found a squirrel and find he is looking at a human. Oh, does he like this human? Is this good human? I nudge his leg to push him towards human and he turns back to me instead.

"Sorry Pads, got distracted. You want me to throw the ball again?"

I huff at him in a way that says no, I do not want you to throw the ball. I want you to speak to human.

He throws the ball.

It is years of this. Although Sirius has been spending more time in special room lately and when I go in to nap I see he has painted pictures of human. I recognize the bench. It is a good bench. But I can't see human because human is looking at book. I do not understand book. Sirius stares at them for a long time sometimes. They don't even taste that good.

I don't mind Sirius spending a little more time in special room but it is staring to interfere with our park time. We no longer walk very far, we stay in same spot so he can watch human. He does not throw ball as far and I don't get to go to all the hidden places that have this best sticks. This is very frustrating.

Today, Sirius is not even standing when he throws the ball. He is sitting. Everyone knows you do not sit to play fetch. I whine and lay my head down in his lap.

"He's so pretty, isn't he Pads? He looks like an angel." Sirius says as he pets me gently and I've decided I've had enough of this because I used to pretty and cute and get all the pets and I would very much like my pets and my good games of fetch back.

So I wait until I'm sure that Sirius is distracted and then I bolt and for the first time in months Sirius actually gives chases, a good chase.

"Padfoot wait!" Sirius calls out behind me, but for once I do not care about being a good boy. I just want my playtime back and something about the human on the bench is distracting.

I'm getting closer to the bench now and come skidding to the stop of the feet of this new human. He puts his book aside and leans down to look at me. "Hello, who are you?" He says and he goes to scratch behind my ears. Oh yes, this human is a very good boy.

Sirius comes to a stop besides us, huffing and puffing and I think he would be much less tired if he'd been playing properly with me.

"I'm so sorry. I swear he doesn't normally do that." He leans down and clips my leash on. This is good. This is very good.

"It's okay," the new human says standing up and he smells like cinnamon and pine trees. "I love dogs. You come out here everyday right?"

Sirius goes red and starts making sounds that are not language. I roll my eyes as I walk slowly behind him. "Um, uh, yeah. We -uh - we really like this park."

The man laughs as I wiggle my way around his feet. "Yeah, it's lovely isn't it. I come here to read everyday."

"I know," Sirius says.

The man raises his eyebrow in a way I know means start thinking about all the ways you might be in trouble.

"I just mean I've - um - I have walked by you before and I - I wanted to know what you were reading?"

"Ah, I see."

Silly humans. They like to talk too much and it's exhausting. We could be spending all of this time playing. So after two more quick rounds I dash quickly to the left, my lead pulling tight on the humans legs as they stumble into each other before sitting down to admire my handy work.

"Padfoot!" Sirius calls. “Padfoot come here!” I do not move. “I am so sorry. I don’t know what has gotten into him today. He’s normally so good.”

The other man laughs as he tries to reach to get the leash untangled from him.

“Here, let me help,” Sirius says and the both try to reach for the same piece at the same time and their hands brush together. They blush. I roll my eyes. Humans are so complicated. Sirius snaps his attention back to me quickly. “Padfoot come!” I don’t. “Padfoot bad dog!” I growl. I am very good dog. Very very good dog. Sirius will see.

“It’s okay. I think if we spin this way we’ll go in the opposite direction of the leash and we should get untangled.”

Sirius nods at the human and they begin to twirl in circles to get untangled. The other human stumbles from the spinning. I know chasing your own tail makes you dizzy. Sirius catches him lightly on the arm. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I - I’m great actually.”

Sirius just stands there making sounds that aren’t words again. Do I have to do everything? I walk behind Sirius and give his legs a gentle shove until he tumbles into the man’s arms. He blushes but I can tell he is happy. “Sorry, I’m so sorry. I promise I don’t go around attacking strangers.”

The man smiles. “I’ll tell you what. You let me pet your dog for a bit and we’ll call it even.”

“Sure, yeah, sure. Um, this is Padfoot.”

I trot over happily and lay down to display my tummy for rubs.

“Hi Padfoot,” the human says as he scratches my belly. “I’m Remus by the way.”

“Sirius, I’m Sirius.”

“Nice to meet you.”

- - -

“Everything ready to go here Remus?” The lady human says. I like her. She has tiny human and tiny human gives me lots of treats.

“Yep, just got to have a quick word with my buddy here and we’ll be on our way.”

“See you out there,” she says and leaves us alone.

Remus kneels down next to me, which means we are going to have one of our serious talks. Remus likes to kneel down and talk to me and use lots of big words but I give good snuggles and he seems to like that too.

“You know Sirius wanted to walk down the aisle with you. I had to convince him to let me do it instead.” He checks the little bag hanging around my neck for the two small boxes. They are there. Sirius has been training me very well. You do not eat these boxes. They are special. “Because I needed to tell you something Padfoot. You knew what you were doing that first day didn’t you? You knew how sad and lonely Sirius was,” he smiles as he rubs behind my ears. “And maybe that he’d been painting me. But you knew we were both to shy to say anything to one another so you brought us together, didn’t you? I owe you my life, Padfoot and I wanted to tell you that. You brought him to me and now it’s your turn to bring me to him.”

Music starts to play from somewhere and I perk my ears up trying to figure out where it is coming from.

“That’s our cue,” Remus says and then reaches out to give me a big hug. “You’re a good boy, Padfoot.”

I am. I am the bestest boy.

#wolfstar #wolfstar fic #wolfstar fic rec #sirius black #remus lupin #sirius black x remus lupin

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thebrownssociety · 1 year

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Short-Term Cover, Part 3

In hindsight Nick should have realised his Mom would notice that he was slightly injured. She'd noticed as soon as she came home the next day and saw he was struggling to get out of bed. [He always had a nap before heading to the museum.]

"What have you done to yourself?" She'd asked, in concern.

Being unable to tell her the truth, Nick told her a half-truth and said he'd slipped down the stairs a little. His mom insisted on seeing the 'damage' and once she saw the bruises forming she was on the phone to his father quicker than he thought possible. She'd sent him to his room, but Nick could still hear her voice from downstairs.

"-What I'm saying, Larry, is that I'm not happy that my baby's not even been there a week and he's already injured-!"

Nick groaned. He hadn't meant to land his dad in trouble. Just then his phone vibrated and he saw a text message from his dad that simply said. 'Rexy?'

Nick typed back. 'Rexy.'

His dad replied with: 'Leave it with me.'

Goodness knows what his dad actually said to calm his Mom down, but the upshot was that 20 minutes later his mom appeared at the door and announced she was allowing him to go.

Which was good because Nick did not want to think about how McPhee would react if he didn't show tonight. As it was he was there tapping his foot when Nick finally did turn up.

"You're late." He snapped.

Nick looked at the clock. It was five past. Pointing this out however would be certain suicide, so he just apologised instead.

McPhee's eyes narrowed. "I do not want any chaos tonight, understand? Any weird or unusual activity will be entirely your fault. Got it?"

Nick nodded.

"Good." And with that McPhee flounced off.

Nick exhaled heavily and - as soon as the door shut - called out. "Alright guys, coasts clear!"

"At last!" Teddy demounted his horse and strolled over. "You know, it's getting harder and harder to stay still until everyone's gone?"

"I can imagine. How've you been?"

Teddy shrugged. "Oh...much the same as usual. We had a kindergarten tour today. Very excitable they were." He smiled fondly.

"You get tours often?"

"At least once a month, usually. Dies down over the holidays, of course."

Nick nodded. "Is there anything you want to do tonight?"

Teddy suddenly got a faraway look in his eye, as he said. "Actually yes...I think I'll go talk to Wea. I tell you what, Nicholas, a finer women never existed"

Nick smiled as he thought of his crush. "I know the feeling."

Teddy smiled widely and clapped him on the back. "Well, I leave you. Good luck, Nicholas, my boy!" And with that he strode off.

Shaking his head fondly, Nick set off down the corridor, looking down at his list. [Now laminated] Of course it had changed a lot since his dad had started four years ago. Now the exhibits were mainly left to their own devices, with his dad just stepping in if they needed him. Hopefully all would be quiet tonight-

"Nick!" He jumped out his thoughts as he heard Jedidiah's voice. "We're awful sorry about injurin' ya."

"Yes." Nick jumped as Octavius appeared on the top of a bench. "It was not our intention."

"Oh...no problem."

"Nevertheless, we would like to make it up to you."

A sudden feeling a dread started in Nick's stomach. "Oh...really - no need. It was an accident-"

"We insist!" And with that Nick gave in. He had learned over the years that if the miniatures were determined to do something they would do it come hell or high water.

"Ok..."

"Fantastic! Follow us." Octavius leapt down from the bench and got into the car that Jedidiah had already got into.

With a 'yahoo!' Jed sped off with Nick having to run to keep up with them. Eventually they stopped in the front hall by the reception desk.

"Oh Rexy!" Jed called, stepping out the car. "Here, Rexy, Rexy!"

That dinosaur gets more dog-like every year, Nick thought, smiling as he heard the thump-thump of Rexy's feet heading towards them.

"Here Nick." He looked down to see Jed and Octavius holding the bone out towards him. "You can play wiv him fer the night."

Now, really Nick knew he shouldn't be entertaining the thought. He was here to look after the exhibits after all and therefore he shouldn't get distracted. However...he reasoned, looking at Rexy. The dinosaur was one of the exhibits and he needed entertaining, so-

Hesitating only slightly, he picked the bone up and chucked it as far as it could go. The dinosaur watched it soar past his head and - with an excited wag of the tail - thundered off after it. About ten seconds later he brought it back and dropped it in front of Nick.

With a laugh the teenager picked the bone up and threw it again. And again. And again. Pretty soon it had somehow been a solid half hour and Nick had to draw the game to a close. "I know, I know." He said, fighting back a chuckle as Rexy lay down in front of him looking devastated. "We'll try again tomorrow, ok, Buddy?"

Behind him Jed and Oct fist-bumped.

#natm fanfiction #Night At The Museum #jed and octavius #teddy roosevelt #nick daley #rexy #Rexy is basically a dog

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lazypanartist · 2 years

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Tried to post this yesterday but it CRASHED, but I'm not crying this time, so at least I can see the letters. So now I'm back for round 2 with the Void™

TW: pet death mentions

Anyone that looked at my SUPER early posts probably saw my kitten, Wesley. He loved being in bags, his little teddy bear, and his people. Loudest purr I've ever heard a cat have, all from this little kitty here!

He was a birthday gift from my family when I was turning thirteen; I'd wanted a cat for so long, my life had just fallen apart, and I finally got a kitty of my own!

Unfortunately, while I turned seventeen this year, he didn't get to make it to four. He passed the sixth of this year (day before school started)

It was the first time I had experienced loss, and I had no real coping mechanisms. So I did what I do any other time I'm upset and inspired: I made art.

I love Animal Crossing; it's very much my comfort game, especially with it's art style. I love drawing characters as little Chibis ^-^ So, I turned Wesley into a villager.

As said before, he had the LOUDEST purr, hence the catchphrase. And he loved naps with his people, so he's a lazy villager. (He also enjoyed going on long walks in the woods.. I can't remember the last time I walked in the woods.)

The shirt I drew him in is the one I was wearing the last time I held him; he came up purring like usual, meowing to get picked up. When I finally did, he kinda. Put his paws over my shoulders, like he was giving me a goodbye hug... I've heard that pets or people can tell when their time is coming, so maybe he just wanted to get one more cuddle in that day before he left.

Damn, I'm crying again.. I still miss him tons, even though it's been a month. IDK how long people usually mourn pets.. or people, for that matter.

I named him after one of my OCs. One of the twins mentioned in my earlier vent post; the energetic, outgoing one. Wesley the human didn't have a set hair color until I got my kitty, then he became a redhead.

I still don't know how to end normal posts, much less a rant like this, so.. idk. I'll be posting more stuff once I've got my ass in gear. Thanks for reading this far, love y'all, Ciao.

#kana's chats #vent #vent post #tw pet death #tw mentions of death #animal crossing #animal crossing oc #animal crossing art #art #oc

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sluttyminghao · 2 years

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cuddling with svt??

Seungcheol: cuddling is a must with him, and he’s always so warm and beefy that you don’t even need a blanket to keep you toasty. loves cuddling from behind

Jeonghan: absolutely loves cuddles right when you have to get out of bed, and you end up late for whatever you’re supposed to be doing. he never gets in trouble bc of his charming smile

Joshua: will cuddle when he’s stressed and makes you scratch his scalp to help him calm down. will do the same for you though once he’s calmed down

Junhui: as soon as he steps foot inside ur home he pounces on you for cuddles. he cannot get enough of them and will literally lay with you for hours until his energy returns

Soonyoung: gives the Best cuddles when he’s sleepy, just wraps his whole body around you and will not let go until he’s had a good nap. bonus points if you play with his hair

Wonwoo: will cuddle with you at the end of the day and wraps his arm around your waist, just loves feeling you close to him and will pout if you get up

Jihoon: on the rare occasion he wants to cuddle, he loves to lay his head in your lap while you play with his hair and he sings soothingly to you. sometimes will like normal cuddling too

Seokmin: is a giant teddy bear and literally waits with open arms so that you will come cuddle with him. if you don’t he will probably cry so pls cuddle this baby

Mingyu: sometimes you cannot get him off you. not that you care but he’s probably just like a giant weighted blanket. is very warm and smells good so you let it slide

Minghao: pretends he doesn’t like cuddles but loves when you open your arms and he can crawl in next to you. loves breathing you in and just feeling the warmth radiate off you

Seungkwan: will fight with you if you don’t want cuddles /jk, he is very adamant that you both fit in at least one cuddle session per day to “relieve stress”

Vernon: pouts hardcore until you slide into his arms and then he refuses to let go. will absolutely follow you everywhere and is stuck to you like gum on shoe if you have to go anywhere

Chan: “i need cuddles please” only asks when he’s stressed or very tired and you can’t help but comply because he just looks so sad and nobody wants a sad chan

#seventeen imagine #seventeen scenario #kpop imagine #seventeen reaction #kpop scenario #kpop reaction

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alphabetbill · 3 years

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Bill Skarsgard Alphabet- Your relationship with Bill

Here’s a list from A-Z about what your relationship with Bill would be like.

A list of headcannons of what Bill x reader’s relationship.

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Note- If one of the letters is flagged with an asterixis * it means it is slightly suggestive or NSFW.

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A- Affection

Bill is actually quite affectionate with you, always preferring to have one arm around you shoulders when sitting on the couch together, holding your hand, quick kisses on the head, cheek and shoulder. Warm hugs from behind, with Bill resting his chin on your head. He likes to reassure himself by being in the comfort of your company, and it always feels so strange when he’s away from you filming on set. He likes to cuddle a lot when he wants to relax and unwind, because Bill is a pretty busy dude so whenever he can get the chance to sit back and rest with you, it’s usually on the bed taking a quick power nap before it’s back to it again.

B- Buying gifts

Bill isn’t really big on receiving big fancy gifts, because really, what would he need them for? You are the same. He does make sure to stop at each place on his press tours and pick out a souvenir to bring home to you. He also likes bringing home little props or souvenirs from set. You still have the little Pennywise teddy he got you sitting over on your desk. The little red pom-pom nose and the orange yarn fluffy hair is so adorable.

C- Comfort

When you are feeling down or sad, Bill can nearly always pick up on it straight away. He has a way with reading people’s emotions and then employing the method of comfort that would best suit the situation. If you want to talk, he will listen, and if you want to be left alone, he will do that, but not for too long.

He’ll check up on you every so often through the day just to make sure you’re okay. Bill’s warm, gigantic hugs and reassuring kisses always manage to make you feel a bit better. When it’s Bill whose feeling off, you let him talk. Bill isn’t the kind of guy to be able to keep things bottled up for a long period of time because it tends to make him feel tired and weighed down, and that’s not a fun time for either of you. You always listen to him when he vents everything he’s feeling, usually with his head in your lap and you playing with his hair or his hands.

D- Date

Bill would be a chill, relaxing type of guy when it comes to dates. He knows that you don’t want to be doing something big and exciting every single time, that would be tiring. He loves taking you out for dinner, but he loves making dinner for you and setting up a romantic little dinner date out on the porch or terrace, and surprising you. Often, dates between you two will be completely out of the blue. ‘Hey, want to go somewhere?’ ‘Hey lets go for a picnic by the beach’.

On the days when you guys do feel like doing something more adventurous, the zoo tends to be the fan favourite, and you also like to go skiing, and hiking to see new places and things.

E- Encouragement/Excitement

You are both very supportive of each other and your professions, so much so that as soon as the other person catches a whiff of success, you are there to celebrate with each other by any means. You and Bill like to hype each other up and get all excited when the other person gets excited, almost as if your happiness is conjoined. You are always excited for Bill’s new projects, and support him through it all the way up until it’s completed and ready for the world to see.

F- Fighting

Bill likes to avoid conflict, especially if it involves any kind of yelling and screaming at you, someone he loves. He doesn’t believe that yelling helps at all, infact it only makes matters worse, and instead of actually getting the other person to listen to them, it only makes them more mad and they keep on yelling when no one is actually listening. He doesn’t like yelling at you because it feels almost violent, and he doesn’t want to scare you into listening to him. He’s aware of how intimidating he looks when he’s mad. He encourages the both of you to instead sit down and talk about things maturely, talking about how he feels and why he feels that way, and always attentively listening to what you have to say as well. It’s important in the relationship that you have a sense of equality, that both go heard and your opinions both valued. From then on, depending on the severity of the argument, you move on to figure out the best solution to moving past it or around it.

G- Gestures

Bill is big on friendly, helpful little gestures to remind you that he loves you. You both like to leave little notes in places for each other to find, with quotes or reassurances written on them like ‘You can do this!’ ‘I love you!’ ‘You look amazing today’. It gives you guys a little confidence boost, because sometimes you both need it. In terms of physical gestures, Bill likes to hold your hand a lot of the time when you walk, almost as if you might wander off and get lost if he lets go. He also likes to buy you flowers. If he sees a bunch of flowers in the shop window from the corner of his eye, and he instantly thinks of you, he will buy them for you. You aren’t really sure what use you would have for flowers, but you absolutely admire the sweet gesture.

H- How you sleep

It’s no secret that Bill is a very tall and lanky person. Because of this, sometimes its hard for him to find just the right position to sleep it, however he has learned to adjust and adapt to any position or place to make it feel comfortable. He lays on his back a lot of the time and pulls you close to him, either tucked up beside him with your arm across his torso, or with your head on his chest or heart while he plays with your hair.

You both talk for hours, and will stay up until you fall asleep mid conversation. It’s funny when Bill will be talking, and he goes to ask you a question, and he finds you fast asleep beside him. ‘Seriously? Did you just fall asleep on me? Were you listening to any of that?”

I- Impression

When Bill was first introduced to you, he thought you were so gorgeous and beautiful, with that amazing smile and beautiful eyes. He is a bit nervous at the best of times, but you made him particularly nervous. He always was conscious over the way he spoke to you and how he appealed to you. He’s had a giant crush on you since the day he met you, and knew instantly that if he didn’t do something to make you his, he would never be the same.

Your impression of him was similar. You could not believe such a handsome guy was standing right there talking to you! He made you feel a bit self-conscious, and you couldn’t form a single coherent sentence in your mind without feeling overwhelmingly flushed by him standing next to you, or ‘accidentally’ brushing up against you.

J- Jokes

Are you and Bill a playful or more serious couple?

You two are able to maintain a healthy balance of both playful and serious. You like to tease each other a lot, particularly about the height difference, and Bill’s unholy inhuman tallness. You always joke to him about how secretly Bill must have been born in a zoo to a giraffe and then dropped in Sweden by accident.

You both know when to be serious though, and understand that not everything can be all fun and games. If someone isn’t feeling great, you can learn to adjust and turn the jokes down to make sure they are okay.

K- Kids

Bill would absolutely love to have kids with you, ideally two, not anywhere near as many as how many his parents had. He wants to be able to spread his fatherly love between children and make time for them both equally, and adore them as much as he adores you.

L- Love

What does Bill love the most about you?

Physically, Bill is in love with two things- your smile and your hair. Both of these things are the two things that he thinks are flawlessly, effortlessly perfect every single time he sees you, even if you wake up in the morning with a serious case of bedhead. But Bill loves everything about you, most of all how supportive you are, and how you are always there for him even if you don’t have to be.

M- Memory/moment

Your favourite memory of you and Bill together is how it felt when he kissed you for the first time. You remember all the tingling feelings, and how excited and nervous you were, but happy that this was finally happening.

Bill’s favourite memory is when you said yes to going out with him for the first time. He felt so accomplished and happy with himself, like if he could get the girl, he could do anything. He remembers feeling surprised that you said yes, and how scared he was that you would turn him down and tell him you weren’t interested in him in that way.

*N- Nudes

Usually, if you do send them, it’s when Bill is away in Toronto filming a movie and he’s missing you. You both tend to flirt over text more than you do in real life.

O- Optimist level

You and Bill are both optimistic and realistic. You can see both the good side of things and the bad.

P- Period

When you are on your period, Bill knows instantly that it’s gonna be a pretty crappy time for you, so he tries to make it as least crappy as possible. He has a basket of chocolate reserved just for you on the days when it’s bad, and stays home with you all day cuddling and watching movies. If you are in a significant amount of pain, he will do most practical things for you like house work. He’s very sweet and caring for you, running to the store to get products and shamelessly carrying them. Anything for you, he’s not embarrassed, he knows that it’s a normal thing and it should be normalized for boyfriends to buy their girlfriends products.

Q- Quality Time- how do you spend it?

You and Bill spend all the time you can possibly get with each other. All the time is quality time with you guys, and Bill makes time to set aside his work or script reading to spend time with you. He’s away for long periods of time, so he wants to make sure that he can spend enough time with you to make up for that, and make sure that you know he loves you.

R- Romantic- how much of a romantic are they?

Oh. Bill is romantic. He especially likes to wine and dine with you, making the whole setting perfect just for you. He manages to make everything romantic, everything he does, and you aren’t sure if he’s doing it on purpose or whether that’s just him as a person.

*S- Sex

You and Bill do it often, but its not seen as something at the top of importance between you. You prefer to spend time talking together and just enjoying each other’s company, rather than getting all physical. That kind of intimacy is done in the bedroom every couple of days or so, or really whenever you feel the need to. It’s important to also note that Bill is very respectful about it, and always makes sure that whatever he does you are comfortable with.

Anywhere outside the privacy of the bedroom for him always feels so awkward, and he likes both of you to be comfortable.

T- Trust

You trust Bill with your life, and he trusts you too. You feel safe opening up to him and telling him things that you normally wouldn’t tell people. You know that he would never cheat on you, and don’t get easily jealous by girls that he kisses or fake hooks up with in movies. You know that this is all staged and it is a part of acting, and always makes sure that Bill knows that it’s okay.

U- Understand

You and Bill understand each other very well. There are of course some things that you don’t get about each other, like why you like certain foods that do not go together, why you believe something, things like that. You think alike in terms of the way you look at life, and how you see the world. You feel like you guys just get each other, y’know?

V- Vulnerability

Bill is very open with you about how he feels, and you are to him as well. If he’s sad or upset he will tell you and talk about it. He isn’t afraid that crying will make him seem less of a man, and also doesn’t judge you when you cry around him. Bill is a sap and definitely cries in sad scenes of movies.

W- Wedding- What would your ideal wedding be?

Bill would want it to be fantastic and memorable, as I’m sure everyone would. His family and friends would be there and so would yours. It would be an outdoors wedding beneath the sunshine- provided it doesn’t rain. You would most likely go on a honeymoon to somewhere you have both always wanted to go, and it would be an amazing, relaxing get away.

*X- X-rated

Does Bill have any kinks?

Most likely no, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t down to try new things with you.

Y- Young and beautiful- how long will you guys last?

As far as Bill is concerned, you will have children, grandchildren, and get old together. You are gorgeous now, and you will always be gorgeous to him. He is big on committing to you, and you are to him.

Z- Zing!

How much excitement is there in your relationship?

You guys are always adapting and adjusting to Bill being away and all kinds of things that life might throw at you. It’s pretty exciting dating an actor, isn’t it?

The thrill of secrecy and not getting caught. You often like to make bets on who will be noticed in a crowd first, you or him?

Life is just full of wonders and mystery, and you can’t wait to explore more of those together!

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Note- I am aware that Skarsgard is supposed to be written with an accent on the last A, but I write these lists on my laptop and the keyboard does not have an option for that.

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maizumis · 3 years

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Greetings future mrs.Iwaizumi, I love your scenarios and I’ve been wanting to make a req for haikyuu dads reacting to their children fighting each other with Osamu, Sakusa, Oikawa and Suna.

Tysm 💗

— HAIKYUU BOYS REACTING TO THEIR KIDS FIGHTING

ft. timeskip!osamu miya, bokuto koutaro, sakusa kiyoomi, oikawa tooru and suna rintaro

note: female reader‼️ you made a way to my heart with that nickname nonnie, hope you like your request!

•OSAMU leaned into the couch, happy that both his twins were bonding over by cooking a recipe for you, his day couldn't be better, no shop, a clean house, happy kids and in just a few hours, you. to immersed into the TV show he was playing he missed comments both his sons were doing, until a scream made him jump out of where he was "asshole! mom likes vanilla cupcakes" "who are you calling asshole, asshole? mom likes chocolate cupcakes!" the kitchen was now a mess, flour all over the flour and counter, face palming, he took both of his kids out of the kitchen, taking them by their ears "mom likes coconut cupcakes, go clean yourselves and let me take care of this" needless to say, fresh coconut cupcakes and a spotless kitchen waited for you at home

•BOKUTO was taking a power nap until a loud crash took him out of that stated, quickly running to his kids bedroom, they were pulling each others hairs while screaming not so cute words "hey! what's happening?" both kids stopped looking at his dad with wide eyes "she doesn't wanna play pirates!" "duh! of course not! I'm the older sister and I wanna have a tea party!" koutaro went towards both his kids, sitting on her daughter's bed and placing them in each one of his thighs "why don't we make a tea party with a princess and a pirate then? I can play too" his kids were now giggling like crazy, running around the room to find their respective costumes "hey! what if we dress daddy as a princess!" the little boy gasped in amusement "YEAH! ugh— why I didn't have that idea before?"

•SAKUSA quietly watched the dynamics between his two daughters, soft music in the background while each one of them were into their own world, playing or dancing around to the sound that came out of the tv. everything was going smoothly until the younger one went running to her sister and out of no where smacked her on the face, hard. before his father could stop her, she was already throwing hands at his little sister "hey! both of you, stop right now!" the girls looked at him and quickly got out of each other "sorry dada" he gestured a little ‘no’ with his head "you say sorry to your sister, not me" the little one looked to the floor before murmuring a little ‘sorry’ "I want you to apologise too" he told the oldest one with a serious tone; his daughter hugged her sister, whispering a sorry to her tiny ear before kissing her forehead "there are the girls I know, come lay with me we can watch a movie"

•OIKAWA arrived home after a hard day at practice, happy that he finally had a free weekend to spend with his family, the bright smile that was on his face quickly removed when a toy landed on directly on his face "well, good afternoon everyone" the sound of kids screaming all over the living room, he didn't even got noticed by his own kids that were to worried fighting with each other "hey! I'm home! please stop!" boy and girl pulling on different ends of the same teddy bear "dad! tell him to give me my teddy!" "I saw the teddy first! drop it!" knowing this argument was for long, he went to the both of them, grabbed the teddy bear and made his way towards his bedroom "now, until both of you behave as civil people, dad is gonna go take a nap with the teddy, feel free to join mom and I"

•SUNA and his kids had a unspoken rule, every Saturday all the family would nap together in the king size bed of the master bedroom and always, always the same problem came up "I WANNA SLEEP BETWEEN MOM AND DAD!" "NO LITTLE GREMLIN! I CAME TO THE WORLD FIRST, NOW YOU WAIT" both of you sighing, they didn't want to sleep in the middle together because ‘they don't want to sleep next to their sibling’ rintaro was at the verge of locking their kids in the bathroom so he could sleep at least a little "dad! tell him something!" he looked up to his daughter before standing up "you know what?" he went towards your body and picked you up while grabbing a huge blanket "both you and your brother stay here the rest of the day, I'm gonna have a decent nap with your mom" with that he left the two kids with a random show in the TV while walking towards the couch "rin, is this an excuse to sleep beside me?" you told him with a sleepy voice while he found his perfect place to sleep on top of you, his face hidden in your neck "maybe it is"

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lunarticxenia · 3 years

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The Sun Signs

Hi guys! So I decided to make a series. I’m going to do: each sign in each planet, each house placement for every planet, and the aspects for all the planets. This of course is going to be over the course of a month; it’s going to take a while to cover everything LMAO. I’m thinking of doing this and alternating between asteroids, “placements that make people ____”, and astrology observations. Without further ado, here’s my take on the sun signs based off of people I know:

🪁 Aries: These people are go-getters and know what they want when they want it. I feel like a lot of people associate Aries with being extroverts because they’re a fire sign, but I know ALOT of Aries and 95% of them have been shy. It’s more of the Aries moons that I’ve noticed that have been more extroverted. However other aspects in your chart can determine this. They’re also extremely competitive and very hard workers. Every Aries I’ve ever met has worked their ass off, and they keep working their asses off until they perfect everything. Some negatives are that Aries people can be super dramatic as well, and don’t take other people’s advice. Even when they ask for it, if their mind is set on something, there’s no going back.

🪁 Taurus: Boy oh boy, do these people just want to go on a 10 year vacation and not have to deal with anyone ever again. These people love the finer things in life; they most likely have a creative hobby or have a creative streak. They also love good food and they love a good nap. Now everyone says Tauruses are super chill, and honestly, it depends on other aspects in their chart. I’ve known super chill Tauruses and super chaotic Tauruses. I’ve noticed the chaotic Tauruses have a lot of Aries energy in their chart i.e. Aries Mercury and Aries Mars (no offense Aries). I’d say a downside of Tauruses is that they can be lazy because they love to relax (however this depends on other aspects) and they can be apathetic a lot. I’ve found that Tauruses can very much disconnect themselves from a situation when they have to, so they can keep calm and grounded.

🪁 Gemini: These people are social and will talk for hours. I don’t mean this in a bad way. Even the more introverted Geminis, once you get to know them they will talk for days especially about things they’re passionate about. I think it’s a cute and endearing trait. A lot of people hate on Geminis, but I don’t get it. One of my best friends is a Gemini, and she’s the most genuine person I’ve ever met. In fact, most Geminis I’ve met have not been two-faced, at least from my experience. I think that Geminis are also very funny, every Gemini I’ve met has made me laugh my ass off. Every single one. They have a great sense of humor and a very engaging personality. You can see this with Gemini politicians, they’re very charismatic and know how to entertain a crowd. I’d say the more negative side of Gemini is that they can be very flighty about what they want and while they’re social, they’re not always the best communicators when it comes to interpersonal relationships.

🪁 Cancer: I’ve found that Cancers are either extremely extroverted or extremely introverted; and this can change depending on their mood LMAO. I can speak from experience; I am a Cancer. Sometimes I feel like being social and talking; other times I hate people and I just don’t wanna deal with them. Cancers also always have a softness to them; even if they have a lot of fire energy. I don’t know how to describe it other than they just look like water itself. I’d say some obvious downsides of Cancer are that they can be extremely moody and they can be snippy. If you catch them in the wrong mood, they’ll snap at you. I’m guilty of this as well.

🪁 Leo: Again, a lot of people don’t like Leos but I love them. The Leos I’ve met have not been self centered at all- in fact they’re the exact opposite. Perhaps it’s the underdeveloped Leo suns who are self-centered, but all the ones I’ve met have always put others before themselves. They’re not cocky at all. I’ve also found that Leos all have really nice hair; this is a stereotype that’s definitely true. I’ve never met a Leo with bad hair. I’ve also found that they’re super creative and even if they don’t have a creative hobby, they have a creative flair. They’re also REALLY funny. I feel like they’re definitely slept on in terms of funny placements. This is the sign that rules “performing” in a way, so of course they’re going to be entertaining.

🪁 Virgo: My favorite sign. I love all the signs in their own way, but Virgo is my favorite. Every single Virgo I’ve met I’ve loved. I get along so well with them. Virgos are shit on for being critical but it’s because they know that the people in question can achieve so much. Virgos also save that critical energy for themselves and can tear themselves apart if they’re not perfect. These people are also always putting others before themselves and always try to help everyone. Remember the 6th house rules one’s sense of usefulness. They feel that if they’re not being useful in some way to people that they’re not good enough. I literally just want to hug every Virgo. Also they’re not boring at all. FOH. Virgos are literally so much fun.

🪁 Libra: These people are just so likable. No matter what they do, you just tend to like them for some reason. They can adapt to any type of personality and they have a way of making everyone like them. This is why Libra suns tend to be popular; they’re very bubbly and sociable. Even if they’re not popular, they’re well-liked. However, this can be their downfall as well. They can be superficial and fake. They tend to flip flop in arguments alot, and they try to play on both sides which can create more tension between two people. Also, have you ever seen a Libra try to make a decision? LMAO. Love them though.

🪁 Scorpio: Your eyes. Holy fuck. You can tell if someone is a Scorpio just by the gaze in their eyes. They stare into your fucking soul. Even if their eyes are a light color, there’s always a sense of mystery and darkness to them. Despite this sense of power they give off, once you get to know them they’re literally the biggest teddy bears. Literally just go up to one and talk to them, they’ll talk to you and be all nice and happy. I’ve noticed that Scorpios just don’t like to talk about their emotions or what goes on in their heads either. They like to look strong and they don’t show their vulnerable side to just anybody. This would be one of their downfalls. They have a hard time being vulnerable and letting people in. They look fierce, but they’re sweet and just want a hug.

🪁 Sagittarius: The funniest people ever. I’ve never met a non-funny Sagittarius. I work with two of them and they have me in tears laughing. They’re also very smart and you can talk to them about anything. Even if they don’t get the best grades in school (which I rarely see, the Valedictorian and the Salutatorian were both Sagittariuses) they always have a base knowledge about everything. They’re also extremely chill and try not to take life too seriously. I’ve found that a downside of this placement is that they can be very flighty in love. They have a hard time settling down which can be difficult for someone who wants to date them. Sagittariuses crave independence and they’re usually not the relationship types. Also they have a hard time taking things seriously.

🪁 Capricorns: My guilty pleasure. I’ve dated two of them and 75% of the people I’ve liked were Capricorn suns. I feel like people overlook the appeal of Capricorns. Scorpios are the “sexy” ones, but have you seen how attractive Capricorns can be? Remember, in Tarot, the Devil rules Capricorn, so they can be devilishly handsome or darkly beautiful. Even if they’re not the most attractive person in the room, they have an aura to them that’s intriguing. They speak softly and carry a big stick. They don’t have to impress anyone; they know that they’re powerful. I’d say some downsides to Capricorns are that they have a hard time expressing their emotions and they tend to shove them down; which can result in them exploding later on. They also have a tendency to be arrogant, and can dish it out, but they can’t take it.

🪁 Aquariuses: My second guilty pleasure. I just love the Saturn energy, what can I say? Aquariuses are such lovable weirdos. I don’t know how else to describe them. Every single one I’ve met has been unique in some way and they don’t try to fit in either. They’re proud of being different. My boss is an Aquarius and I felt self conscious one day because I had a different color shirt on than everyone else and he told me “Why would you want to fit in when you could stand out?”. They’re those types of people. They’re also really funny as well, their minds just work so differently from everyone else. They’ll say the most outlandish things and you’ll die laughing. Some downsides? You could know them for years and you’ll just find out things about them. They don’t share things about themselves and it’s hard to get to know them. They also can be very emotionally cold. They don’t like emotions.

🪁 Pisces: Softies. They’re literally soft teddy bears. No matter how big or tall or muscular they could get, you just look into their eyes and that softness is there. They’re really sweet and tend to be more introverted. They aren’t the types who go out of their way to talk to strangers at a party. They love comfort and they like to feel secure. They’re also very dreamy if that makes sense. They always look like they came out of a fantasy world. I’d say a major downside would be that they’re overly sensitive. They cannot take a joke. I remember I was telling my co worker who’s a Pisces about the negative traits of Pisces and one of them was lazy; and he got SO offended. He was like “I am NOT lazy.” LMAO.

Also guys, as I’ve said, other things in your natal chart can affect these traits. For the next asteroid by the way, I’m between asteroid Bellona and Lilith. Which one would you guys want to see? I’ve been getting a lot of questions about those two. :)

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mountswhore · 3 years

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Me again 👀 can I have a Marcus Rashford one this time 🥺 really fluffy where he just can’t get enough of you, can it be a long one also please ❤️ love ya 🥺

i have a soft spot for marcus, so indeed <3

𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 — marcus rashford

summary: marcus is completely head over heels, everyone knows it, but he doesn’t care.

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Marcus was head over heels for you, it was as simple as that. From the moment you met, he was always proving how gentlemanly he was. You’d met through mutual friends, but since meeting you, he hasn’t been the same. Marcus was always a reserved, relaxed guy, but now he was bubbly, loved being around you and always making jokes. It meant Jesse had to compete a little bit harder to be the extrovert in their friendship.

You’d been together now for just over a year, everybody expecting the honeymoon phase to have ended after a few months, but it hadn’t. Marcus still picked you up from work whenever he could, he still brought home your favorite snacks and drinks, he still surprised you whenever he could. He was still making an effort to win your love, even though he already had it.

He was never one to cancel on Jesse, but he’d done it a few times, instead wanting to spend the day with you.

“I see him at work all the time,” Marcus groaned, throwing his phone to the foot of your bed and attempting to grab your arm, “I rarely get days off, so I want to spend them with you.” You just shook your head and stood up, walking over to his side in order to get him up.

“You work with him, sure, but you don’t do anything other than kick a ball around,” you reasoned, tugging on his muscular arms, “he wants to spend the day with you, and I get to see Hope, so up.” You loved that being with Marcus meant you could see Jesse and Hope. She’d taken a liking to you, Jesse telling you that you could never break up now.

Marcus just groaned and stood up, making your job a million times easier. Jesse had texted, asking Marcus if he wanted to go out, and asked you if you’d like to babysit Hope for a few hours. Of course, you agreed, so now Marcus’ plans of spending the day with you were gone. He sulked all the way downstairs and sat at the island, waiting for the kettle to boil.

“This is not fair,” he huffed, resting his head into your chest as you’d squeezed behind him, “when do I get to see you properly and be with you?” Once again, you just laughed at the baby in front of you, smoothing over his arms with your hands.

“You live with me, and I don’t want to hear it,” you explained, pouring the both of you a cup of tea, “you have a whole week off to spend with me, the least you could do is see Jesse for a few hours.” Marcus could barely be apart from you for more than a few hours, so international duty was extra difficult. He’d somehow manage with a facetime call and text messages. Even when you were together, going out for coffee with your mum and sisters, he’d always have an arm around you or keep your hand in his.

You turned to your grumpy boyfriend, shooting him an innocent smile and reaching to swipe your thumb over his cheekbones. “Thank you, my love. I promise, we can spend all day in bed tomorrow.”

The proposal made him smile and nod, standing up and trailing back upstairs with his tea in hand. You’d gotten ready quicker than him, waiting in the passenger seat of his car as he locked up the house. You were so excited to see Hope, you hadn’t seen her in months. With both boys being so busy, you missed her little face. Marcus had eventually parked in Jesse’s driveway, quickly running round to your side to get you out. He’d never let you out of the car on your own, it was a custom you’d gotten used to now.

“Y/N!” Hope exclaimed, holding her arms up at you. You happily lifted her, greeting Jesse with a side hug and trailing out to the garden. It’s where Hope loved to be most. She lets you climb the climbing frame more than she lets her dad.

“We’ll be back late afternoon, thanks again for this, Y/N,” Jesse thanked, saying goodbye to his daughter with a hug. You had approached Marcus, who was leaning against the wall with a sour look on his face. You just rolled your eyes and grabbed his hands, placing them over your cheeks.

“See you later, moody. Don’t ruin your day because I’m not there with you, I’ll do whatever you want later.” You winked at him, and Marcus looked up at the clouds to hide his warm cheeks, thoughts rapidly pushing around his head. Jesse gave you both a look, tapping Marcus’ shoulder and entering his house again.

The pair had finally left, leaving you and Hope to your own devices for a few hours. She’d decided on a movie and some lunch, which you’d made with her sitting on the counter. Moana was playing on the tv, Hope humming along to the songs, and you were just sitting watching her with a smile on your face. You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket, quickly checking it to see a few texts from Marcus already.

‘Hey, I miss you.’

‘How’s Hope?’

‘I’d kill to be in bed right now.’

As much as you wanted to kill him for not paying attention to his day out with Jesse, you loved how much he loved you. You sighed and texted back a reply, a grin on your face:

‘We’re great. I miss you too. See you soon.’

“Is Marcus your boyfriend?” Hope wondered, now standing in front of you and fiddling with the hem of her shirt. She asked this question every time you saw her, and it always made you laugh.

“Yeah, he is.” You replied, lifting her onto your lap and looking back at the screen.

“Marcus is so tall, taller than daddy.” She added, a completely serious look on her face.

“I know, he’s super tall. Taller than me and you put together,” you exclaimed, you stood up and lifted her above your head to emphasize how tall Marcus was. “Maybe you’ll be that tall one day, Hope.”

You’d finished Moana, played outside, chased her round the house multiple times, and were now almost out on the sofa. Hope was between you and the back of the sofa, head on your shoulder and her eyes almost closed completely. Some random cartoon was on, the lights were out so she could take a nap. It wasn’t until you were almost asleep that the boys had finally arrived home after a long day out.

Marcus immediately sat down next to you, Jesse scooping Hope up and taking her to bed. Marcus had taken the opportunity to lay his head down onto your lap and close his eyes, hands wrapped around your legs.

“Long day of missing me?” You joked, running your fingers up and down his back. You could tell how much he was enjoying it, as every time you stopped, he moved your hand to continue doing it.

“Don’t even,” Jesse groaned, sitting on the other side of you and laughing into his hand, “oh, I miss Y/N so much, can we go home yet, I want to see Y/N, this reminds me of Y/N.” Jesse mimicked Marcus, earning a laugh from you. But he buried his head further into your legs, still maintaining a tight grip around your legs.

“Aw,” you quietly cooed, scratching the back of his neck and standing up, “ain’t that cute?”

“It’s sickening, that’s what it is. What have you done to my poor friend?” Jesse joked. Marcus followed you as you collected your things, saying your goodbye’s to Jesse, before walking back to the car. Marcus had his hand on your thigh the entire ride home, opening your door for you again, and carrying you up to bed.

“You’re really obsessed with me, huh?” You asked, his head on your chest and pulling you into him. You were like a teddy bear to him. He just hummed in response, closing his eyes and twirling the ends of your hair. Soon enough you could hear the man snoring, so you’d pushed him gently onto his side of the bed and moved onto your own side.

But before you knew it, his arms were wrapped around you once again and holding you close to him.

“Obsessed,” Marcus whispered, his voice becoming hoarse from how tired he was. He liked the sound of that.

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the demons brothers + a touch starved mc

Lucifer

If you’re going to Lucifer because you’re touch starved, then you’re definitely going to be close to him already -- he doesn’t let just anyone touch him.

.......He’s also touch starved but won’t admit it, so one of you is gonna just have to bite the bullet and make a move.

(It’s gonna have to be you)

You’re going to have to go about this carefully--make a really good plan and then execute it flawlessly.

Literally just throw yourself at him.

He’ll catch you.

Probably.

Nothing says ‘give me affection’ quite like yeeting yourself off the staircase at him, and he definitely understands what you want when you latch on tight to him like a weird little barnacle that he cant peel off no matter how hard he tries dfghjkkgf

He’s really warm and he smells Really nice and he hugs you so tight, like it’s the last chance he’ll ever get, so he’s honestly one of the best snuggle buddies.

He’s gonna act all fussy about your love-attack at first--just play with his hair and smother him with lots of kisses and he won’t be able to resist snuggling u. Or banging u, but that’s your choice

Y’know, because “demons can’t resist temptation” and all that jazz.

(tbh he just likes likes you alot)

Mammon

...Why are you staring at him like you wanna eat him?

Seriously, knock it off, you’re freaking him out!

Wait, why are you coming closer…? Get Back you Fiend don’t you DARE wrap your arms around him and nuzzle your face into his chest like that what the FU--

...Oh.

Huh. This is kinda nice.

(Just hug him. If you want his affection, just wrestle him into a bear hug and don’t. let. go.)

At first, Mammon doesn’t really understand affection that isn’t along the lines of a friendly/loving punch. He’s not used to kindness. It’s a fucking tragedy.

He doesn’t know how to ask for love because I don’t think he even realizes thats an option, tbh.

He’s kind of like an unsocialized puppy--will definitely put up a fight until he realizes that, hey, being snuggled is nice.

Luckily for Mams, you are touch starved and determined to show his stupidass what affection is supposed to be like.

He’s going to get so blushy. Sooo blushy. He totally pretends to not like it at first, but inside he’s over the fucking moon happy.

It takes him a while, but eventually, he realizes that he can ask you for snuggles too. At first he’s all “C’mere human, I bet you’re just itchin’ for me to hug ya, so let me make all your dreams come true!”

(It’s a defense mechanism.)

But over time, he eventually seeks you out and just flops on top of ya, and doesn’t feel the need to make a big show about it.

He feels safe with you, and that’s priceless.

Levi

Is incredibly confused about why you’re seeking out him for affection.

When you ask him if you can give him a hug, he expects you to just like... Wrap one arm around his shoulders for .2 seconds.

Which doesn’t sound too bad, so he says “Um, sure, I guess? I dunno why you’d want to though”

So when you climb into his lap and wrap your arms around him like a koala bear, his brain straight up blue-screens.

Seriously, he forgets how to breathe. Don’t squeeze him too hard or he might never restart.

You smooch him on his cheek and his soul promptly leaves his body and is ejected into the atmosphere at mach 5.

This is literally better than Heaven. And he would know, he used to live there.

He totally freezes up and makes a wheezy sound that’s somewhere along the scale of “Dying Animal” and “Exploding Sink”

Needless to say, you create a snuggle monster.

I promise you that you’re never going to be touch starved again, because once you’ve given Levi a taste, he can’t get enough.

He constantly needs to be touching you. Holding your hand or the fabric of your shirt, leaning against you, sitting with you in his lap while he plays video games--it literally doesn’t matter, he just needs that contact with you or he might literally die.

He’s very enthusiastic about it dfghkfd

Satan

Look… Satan is very smart.

But he’s also incredibly dense at times.

You have to be blunt with him, or else he’s just not going to know what you want.

(Feelings that aren’t all consuming anger and hatred are still a bit new to him--he’s learning as he goes)

Just walk up to him and tell him that you need him to snuggle you right now, dammit. Lay your soul bare to him.

He really does love that you trust him. It makes him feel all weird and fuzzy inside.

And how can he possibly say no when you set his heart alight?

That said, he is a bit of an over-thinker.

Worries about crossing boundaries or making you uncomfortable and a million other things--give him lots of reassurance pls

He isn’t opposed at all to cuddle sessions, especially if he’s able to read at the same time.

It definitely becomes a normal thing to cocoon yourselves up in a really fluffy blanket to read together.

Satan is honestly one of the best to snuggle with because he’s very chill about it. You want this and he wants this, so he doesn’t see a point in playing games.

So yeah, he’s chill! But he’ll also threaten the life of anybody who interrupts you guys

Asmo

Please, he knows that you’re touch starved before you even do.

Until you’re upfront about it, he’s going to tease you by like, patting your head, playing footsie with you, giving you only the briefest of hugs--just slowly giving you a taste of his affection until you finally cave and demand that he snuggles you properly.

(Is that a euphemism? It could be lol)

As soon as you ask he’s gonna push you down onto the nearest couch/bed/whatever and just flop on top of you.

Honestly, Asmo wants You to be the one holding Him. He wants to use your chest as a pillow, and doesn’t he just look so cute all snuggled up to you like this? He totally does, you should take a pic of him!

Cuddle sessions are absolutely going to become a regular thing, and he makes them into a big event each time. My mans Asmo is gonna bust out the candles and the softest blankets and the fluffiest pillows.

If the opportunity strikes, he’s definitely gonna try to bang you.

If not, expect to do face-masks together. Maybe manicures. But definitely the face-masks, at least.

He’s gonna spin this into a fuckfest or a self care session--it really just depends on what you prefer sdghjk

Once you’re in his arms, he will tickle you. rip

Beel

He is the BEST hugger in the whole entire world.

When you approach him and ask for cuddles he will pull you into a hug without hesitation.

I do not care how tall you are, Beel is taller. He will engulf you in a hug and rest his chin on your head and sway you back and forth

You want a piggyback ride? Hop on.

Just wanna watch tv and snuggle? Great idea! :D but maybe don’t watch cooking shows or he’s gonna drool on you dfghj

(lowkey I think he would really enjoy watching human movies with you. He found Mamma Mia to be absolutely enchanting)

Want him to lay on top of you and crush you until all of your woes have been squeezed away? He will absolutely oblige you

Congratulations on your newly acquired teddy bear! Please don’t forget to feed him.

Literally just sit on his lap or wrap your arms around him whenever you want, he’s always down for a good snuggle.

He’s by far the nicest about it too, he won’t tease you about it and he will never hold back from telling you exactly how much he loves holding you in his arms

Definitely loves to be the big spoon but has no problems with being the little spoon either.

He’s just so fuckimg SWEET

Belphie

Oh, you're touch starved? Perfect. He's been in the market for a good snuggle buddy.

You silly human, why didn’t you come to him sooner?

Don’t listen to what Asmo says, snuggles are Belphie’s domain.

Once it’s established that you two are going to be snuggle buddies, he will literally just abduct you for snuggle time.

He doesn’t care what you’re doing, he’s going to throw you over his shoulder like a sack of flour and haul you off to his blanket nest whenever he wants.

He just wants you all to himself.

Will share your snuggle time with Beel tho.

After abducting you, he's just gonna toss you onto his bed and fall on top of you. He's really warm and he really just wants to lay on you. Partially so that you cant escape once he falls asleep lmaoo

He's happy to just talk to you about whatever you want while you guys get your snuggle on, but be warned: he's eventually going to fall asleep.

Probably mid sentence.

He won’t wake up when you poke at his cheeks or shake him, either. So uh. I hope you’re in the mood for a nap too!

Get matching sloth onesies with him. He’ll tell you it’s stupid but he’s actually thrilled with them. (Make sure you also get Beel a bear one though)

((part two with the undateables + Luke))

#obey me headcanons #obey me hc #gnocchicanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me shall we date #swd obey me #obey me

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