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inkskinned · 9 months

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it just sucks because nothing is ever fucking made for you, and if it is made for you like 75% of the time it gets chopped into little pieces by every person alive because this is the one thing you have, so it has to prove itself to you.

like, a thing can't just be for women. men need to assign it to women. women have to experience "must" or "should" before their hobbies and passions - women are allowed to do silly, passive things like tuck our ankles and titter behind a fan, or something. women are allowed to, they are welcomed to. like the world is a house and we are supposed to be in the kitchen and now we are being given the divine right to enter the living room if we bring chips

because when it becomes for you, or about you, that is when the thing is vile. you should/must wear makeup so you can appear beautiful to men. once you wear makeup for yourself, or because you yourself enjoy putting it on, then you are no longer doing the right thing. there is a reason men hate certain fashion trends. there is a reason men hate things like the pumpkin spice latte - because it's not about them. you are buying it because it is good for you. they degrade your passions and interests. there is a reason women-led fields are largely seen as being "not a real" profession. when you are a good cook, that is because you can provide for him. close your eyes. you're not going to be a chef, be honest. that is a man making food for himself.

bras are made so breasts will be appealing to men. they are rarely about comfort or support. you have given up entirely on the idea of pockets. young girls have to worry about a shorter inseam on their shorts. a girl on instagram gets her septum pierced, and men in the comments are rabid about it - i just want to rip it out of her face. she'd be beautiful without it.

and fucking everything is for them. even the media that is "for you" is for them, eventually. remember "my little pony"? remember how hard it is to convince any executive to believe that little girls are worth selling to? in the media that is for you, you see little ways that you still need to make it accessible for them - the man is always powerful, smart, masculine. he is a man's man. the media usually forgives him. it usually says okay, some men are awful, but hey! gotta love 'em. because if you don't hold their hands and say "this is literally just a story about my lived reality", they shit their pants about it. they demand you put them into the media that's for you.

these are people who are so used to glutting themselves on the world. they are used to having every corner and every dollar and every place of leadership. so you say can i please have one slice of cake, just for myself, please, holy shit. and they fucking weep about it. they say you're being unfair, because some of their one-thousand-slices aren't beautiful, and your singular cake slice doesn't have their name on it. and aren't you being rude by not offering to share?

and honestly. fucking - yeah, man. you were kind of surprised, because the cake is a little basic (you bake at home, you're way past this stuff). but holy shit, it was nice just to be offered cake in the first place. you're used to having to starve. you're used to getting nothing, but going to the party anyway, because you're expected (professionally) to show up. you liked that it is a simple cake, and that it is warm, and mostly: you like that there is, for once, a cake-for-you.

in the real world, outside of metaphor, it feels like fucking being slapped. barbie didn't even say anything particularly unusual; it literally just made factually evident points. there are less women in leadership than men. we can look at that fact objectively. that is a real thing that is happening. and the movie is aware that it has to defend itself! that it has to spend like half an hour just turning to the camera and saying: i know this is hard for you to understand, but this is a real thing that women experience.

it's just - this is that one kid on the playground who thinks its allowed to hog all the toys. he builds this hoard that nobody else is allowed to even look at, or he'll get aggressive. everyone's a little scared of him, so they let it slide, because his daddy gave him the golden touch. he hates when people cry and thinks bullying is cool. he writes boys only! on a big sign and makes all his friends take "alpha male" classes.

and then girls pick up barbies, because there was nothing left for them. and in the void they've been given, with their scraps: they make long, spiraling narratives about how barbie is actually descended from snakes and has given her righteous followers magical (if concerning) powers and can speak 32 languages (2 of which are animal related) and has big plans for infrastructure (beginning with the local interstate). and the boy comes over, and he has a huge fit about how the girls aren't "including" him. he wants to know why the girls aren't making the story about ken.

"we didn't like your story." the girls blink at him. they point to his war stories and the gi joes and the millions of male-led narratives and how still in the modern day men get two-thirds of the speaking roles in movies and they point to men making mediocre shows that don't get lambasted and they point to men encouraging toxic masculinity and they point to men everywhere, men and men and men. and they say: "how is this our fault? you had ken."

"no!" he is already back to screaming and stomping his feet and tearing at his hair and intentionally reminding them that men are holding back thinly concealed violence and he says: "if it's not for me, it's actually sexism."

#it's almost as if you spent your entire life fucking denying us things and then get mad when god forbid #we point out that you've been denying us something #writeblr #almost as if . u ACTUALLY think women dream of being in a male-run society #like dude mostly i dream about not having a tummy ache #love when ppl tell me that men have to deal with more rejection than women do #im like. just say u have never had a hard day in ur fucking life. if u think the most difficult experience is getting turned down at a bar #men: this one movie doesn't suck my entire -#women: yeah so i went to the doctor and was bleeding out of my eyeballs but like the doctor said #it was probably just my time of the month i guess?#anyway so i died there and had to be revived but they think i faked dying bc it was hysterics #so i took 3 advil and now im back at work i guess

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astrologydayz · 8 days

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SATURN IN HOUSES🔒💚🍀 - SYNASTRY

SATURN IN PARTNERS 1ST HOUSE = house person is usually younger than the Saturn person here. Saturn person can make the house person more mature, & more responsible when it comes 2 how they approach the world/their vibe can become more serious/or more "non bullshit taker" like - they can take life more serious bc of the Saturn person/bc of their guidance<33. House person can be very grateful 2/for Saturn, bc they KNOW that they can always count on the Saturn person if they need em🔒💋 - Saturn always shows up 4 them. House person can also want 2 impress the Saturn person a lot, always making sure Saturn sees their "progress"/what they've learned! Conflicting aspects can show issues bc Saturn can be/act like a parent here - "Saturn knows best"/issues because house persons worldview can get "darker/colder", more depressing bc of the Saturn person.

SATURN IN PARTNERS 2ND HOUSE = house person can manage their finances better here bc of the Saturn person/bc of their influence💰 - Saturn could also give them a steady/stabile income. House person can get more, & more comfortable in/with themselves day 4 day - in who they are, & in what they value, bc of the Saturn person😻 - Saturn can be very set on always making sure that the house person knows how much they're worth, & that they never should settle 4 anything less than what they deserve❤️‍🔥. Saturn can also help the house person with making long term goals<33. House person feels safe, & secure with Saturn - they know if they make a mistake, Saturn will be just there 2 pick em up, & help them try again!🫶🏼 Conflicting aspects can show issues bc Saturn can try 2 control/limit the house persons finances/their self worth/&their material possessions - issues bc Saturn can hinder house persons growth in those areas). SATURN IN PARTNERS 3RD HOUSE = here the house person can become more serious/more mature/more mindful in the way they speak/communicate🗣️ bc of the Saturn person/bc of their influence. House person can feel really taken serious, when it comes 2 things they want 2 speak/communicate about with/2 the Saturn person, & they truly fucking LOVE THAT SHIT💋 - Saturn doesn't make fun of them, & doesn't lecture them - they give genuinely advice, & genuinely wants 2 "guide" the house person towards the "right" path 4 them<33. House person can get wiser, & also learn a ton of "necessary" information from the Saturn person, that they'll 9/10 times need/find useful later in their life<33. Conflicting aspects can show issues bc Saturn can hinder house persons growth, when it comes 2 their mind/when it comes 2 the way they speak - communicate/issues bc house person can feel put down 4 their mind/4 the way they communicate - Saturn can feel/be2 restrictive in those areas).

SATURN IN PARTNERS 4TH HOUSE = house person can get more structured at home/or more responsible when it comes 2 home/family matters bc of the Saturn person/their influence<33. Saturn can make the house person feel truly safe, & secure with them around🥰. House person could want 2 move in/create a stabile home together with the Saturn person pretty quickly, as they give them that security, & stability they seek<33. Saturn person can be a very very stable person/source in the house persons life - Saturn is like a safe anchor 2 them🔒. Saturn person could also spend a lot of time with the house person's family/or Saturn can act/guide as a "parent" kinda here, at home sometimes, if house person never truly received that "guidance". Conflicting aspects can show issues with moving in/creating a home together/issues bc Saturn doesn't show up 4 the house person the way the house person needs em2 - stability ain't present.

SATURN IN PARTNERS 5TH HOUSE = Saturn can make the house person more serious/more responsible when it comes 2 partying/dating/"having fun"/raising kids here❤️. Saturn can also make the house person more serious about pursuing their creative talents/hobbies, & house person can feel really taken serious, & trusted on when it comes 2 their creative pursuits - they finally found somebody who puts their all into believing in em<33. House person can feel really safe around knowing that the Saturn person can be counted on/trusted on when it comes 2 raising kids together🔒 - if they want/have any ofc<33. They know that Saturn isn't a deadbeat, but a responsible/mature parent if it gets 2 that. Conflicting aspects can show issues bc Saturn can hinder the house persons growth when it comes their self expression/offspring/creativity/fun in general/Issues bc Saturn can feel like/be a fun/happiness killer 2 the house person.

SATURN IN PARTNERS 6TH HOUSE = house person can get more structured/responsible/more clean in their daily life/take their health/work more serious - or get more dedicated2 those things because of the Saturn person/bc of their influence<33. Saturn can also show up as a boss/mentor here2, or somebody house person also works with/spends a lot of their free time with ofc - seeing each other daily/or very very often💋. House person can feel really comfortable with having Saturn person around because Saturn is always around, so when Saturn ain't around = can't feel weird, & a bit lonely 2 the house person😒. House person could also depend on the Saturn person here = Saturn could take care of them, or help them with getting their days going<33. Conflicting aspects can show issues bc Saturn can be/feel 2 restrictive when it comes 2 house person doing/getting the daily things done here - always breathing down their neck kinda/Issues bc Saturn can hinder house persons growth, when it comes 2 their work/coworkers/or just their daily life in general here.

SATURN IN PARTNERS 7TH HOUSE = house person can get more serious/mature/or more responsible, when it comes 2 marriage/partnerships in their life👥 - & with how they handle em because of the Saturn person/their influence. Saturns way of showing stability, dedication, maturity, & structure is something the house person search for/need in a longterm partner/marriage partner💍<33. Saturn can also be/become the house persons business partner👥 - they can ride together in business, & in pleasure<33. Saturn can also act like a mentor here = what deals the house person should take, & what deals they should leave alone! Conflicting aspects can show issues bc they can't agree on marriage/business matters/issues bc Saturn can try 2 decide 2 much 4 the house person - Saturn can hinder house persons growth when it comes 2 partnerships/contracts.

SATURN IN PARTNERS 8TH HOUSE = Saturn can make the house person more serious/make them rethink their choices in life when it comes 2 intimacy - sex/when it comes 2 their legacy/debt/their traumas/their transformations<33. Saturn can act as a guide/teacher 2 the house person - guiding them through their traumas/their transformations/rebirths❤️‍🔥<33. If house person got any debt = Saturn can help them with setting up a clear way/goal 2 clear it🫶🏼. House person can also feel very comfortable, & safe with the idea of sharing recourses with the Saturn person. Conflicting aspects can show issues bc Saturn can hinder house persons growth when it comes 2 transformations/intimacy/debt/wealth/legacy/Issues bc Saturn can be 2 traditional, or 2 "Vanilla" in the long run 4 the house person - they can be comfortable with 2 different things, when it comes 2 sex/intimacy. SATURN IN PARTNERS 9TH HOUSE = House person can learn/become so much smarter in things revolving about different countries/cultures because of the Saturn person!🌏 Anything the Saturn person knows about these things, the house person will learn!🤟🏽 Saturn person can also push the house person 2 pursue higher learning/or 2 travel<33 - Saturn can be a very supportive source 4 the house person when it comes 2 these things!💋 Saturn could also help finance the house persons travels/education<33 - investing into the house person 4 the long run. Saturn person could also just take the house person on long trips 2 long distance countries - sometimes even bring em with them 4 work2<33. Conflicting aspects can show issues because Saturn can be/feel 2 restrictive when it comes 2 house person wanting 2 do wild/spontaneous things/pursuing a higher education/travelling/issues bc Saturn can hinder house persons growth in those areas. SATURN IN PARTNERS 10TH HOUSE = Saturn can help the house person with cleaning up/bettering their image/reputation here, & help them with how they're seen by others/the public👥<33. Saturn can also help the house person become more responsible/more mature when it comes 2 their work/help them become more aware of how they influence others🫶🏼. House person can feel very secured knowing that they got Saturn 2 mentor/guide them the "right way" here🔒<33. House persons respect 4 the Saturn person knows no bounds! They respect them like a mf, & they have so much respect 4 all the work the Saturn person puts in 4 them2❤️‍🔥<33. Saturn can learn the house person everything they've been taught profesionally throughout their years<33. Conflicting aspects can show issues bc Saturn person can hinder the house persons growth when it comes 2 their public image -reputation/work/social status - issues bc Saturn can feel/be 2 restrictive in those areas.

SATURN IN PARTNERS 11TH HOUSE = Saturn can make the house person more realistic/more insightful when it comes 2 how they should go about 2 make their dreams come true🤩<33. Saturn can also help the house person with figuring out what their dreams even are/what they want 2/should fight for in life, if house person is undecided ofc. These two can fight together for some of the same causes, & be very adamant about making a change🙅🏼‍♀️🙅🏽‍♂️<33. Saturn can act as a catalyst 4 change when it comes 2 house persons friendships - cleanup needed. House person can see Saturn as a true, but very mature/responsible companion<33. Conflicting aspects can show issues bc the Saturn person can hinder the house persons growth, when it comes 2 their dreams/causes they fight 4/friendships - network/Social media - issues bc Saturn can feel/be 2 restrictive in those areas.

SATURN IN PARTNERS 12TH HOUSE = Saturn can help bring the house person back down 2 earth❤️ - if house person has any addictions/reality/isolation issues = Saturn will be the catalyst 4 change/Saturn will act as a mentor/guide 2 help the house person find their "way out" again🫶🏼. House persons psychic abilities/spirituality can also get more focused on/taken more serious here because of the Saturn person. Saturn can also help the house person/or have their back, when it comes 2 situations the house person is not even aware of - like when they ain't around. House person could have seen/heard a lot about the Saturn person, before they ever truly started something/even spoke. Conflicting aspects can show issues bc Saturn can hinder the house persons growth when it comes 2 their fears/weaknesses/psychic abilities/spirituality/addictions)/isolation issues.

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iloveoldermen-posts · 6 days

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omg okay i’ve been deep into blue collar simon AND HOLY bcsimonriley! with plus size reader who’s exes never have been able to pick her/them (wtv you do you) up and big beefy simon riley picks em up like they weight nothing!!!!

BLUE COLLAR!SIMON

Warnings: totally my opinion with no logic behind it just vibes, slight swearing, unsure about continuation of the one-shot, i have not proof read ୨୧

- Even with such a simple blue collar job, this man earned enough money in his twenties to support the next THREE generations of his family to come.

- He worked very hard when he was youngerin the hopes he would find somebody later in life and fill his wrap-around porch house with his own little football team.

- Due to the nature of his job, he became quite the little (well not exactly little) tradesman. So any projects that he put on his list - in other words things that desperately need fixing are all done by him.

"why would I pay for something I can easily do?"

-> he shrugs

- Due to his job he is quite a hunky man, but over the years where he went to the more business side of his company, some of his core muscle had started to weaken - causing a proper little dad bod. [Dad bod!simon yummm].

- Through going out with his mates in England and playing a bit of Sunday league footy, he will gladly take his daughters to play - whenever they ask that is. [Girldad!Simon has a constant residency in my mind].

- He will never fully stop working, especially when the kids leave for university beacuse he needs something other than you to busy his mind. [He would gladly just be busied by you if you didn't want to crack on with you alone time hobbies]

- He loves treating you, always has. If you take a mere glance at something in a shop he goes back and has it brought, packed and he's on the way home with it as a surprise.

- Alwaysss surprising you with vacations, helping you knock off places on your bucket list.

My asks are currently open so get the requests in, and check out my masterlist.

THANK YOU FOR READING!! -> ALL REBLOGS, LIKES AND COMMENTS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!!

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luvjunie · 7 months

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hiii!!!

i was wondering if you can do some miles earth 1610 and earth 42 miles head canons if they were your older brother??

btw I love ur work <333

in which miles is your older brother and your favorite hobby is annoying the shit out of him

the brief mention of Jeff can be present or past, meaning this can be interpreted as 1610 or 42. don’t think it needs to be mentioned but y’all are siblings in this au so it’s obviously platonic lmfao

“Miles!” you sang delightfully on your way to his room, nearly skipping with the excitement of aggravating your older sibling. “Dear, sweet ‘ole brother of mine~”

“Nope, leave me alone.”

His voice, sounding just a tad deeper than it did last week, echoed from down the hall as you approached.

Miles was already up from his bed and on the way to close his door, but you somehow beat him there and leaned your shoulder against the frame. A proposition was eminent in your demeanor, and it made his top lip turn up in distaste.

“Hey Milesy. What’s up?”

He crossed his arms. “You stopped calling me that when you were six.”

Perhaps you were laying it on a little thick, but you’d already gotten this far, so you played on.

“And? Maybe… I’m feeling… nostalgic.” you shrugged.

“Spell nostalgic.” He challenged smugly.

“Anyways!” You abruptly changed the subject with a cheeky grin, the dissimilarity in your expressions comical. “Wanna do me a teeny-tiny favor?”

He couldn’t have shot you down faster.

“Absolutely not. I’d rather use the bathroom after Dad.”

You cringed at the thought. Was he that unwilling?

“Why not?”

“Are you crazy?” Miles gawked. “I got my door taken off the hinges the last time you asked for a ‘teeny-tiny favor’,” he quoted the words with his fingers. “Get somebody else to do it—“

“Wait!” You foiled his sudden attempt to shut his door by using your right foot to stop it— the foot in question, currently clad in a fuzzy, christmas themed sock.

It was the middle of April. But that wasn’t important.

Miles’ hazel eyes agitatedly narrowed at you between the small gap you’d managed to keep open. You both knew he could easily close his door if he really tried, but he didn’t want to hurt you. Though he was considering it.

“Pleaaaseee?” Hands clasped to accompany your begging, you whined at him in a tone that made him grimace.

“Y/n, what did I just say?” He grumbled. “No escuchas. (you don’t listen). It’s like you were born without ears or something.”

“You don’t even know what I’m going to ask you for!”

He shook his head, “I don’t need to!Knowing you, it’s something stupid.”

Making his way to the kitchen, Miles immediately recognized the scent on the hoodie you were wearing when he brushed past your shoulder.

It was the one you’d bought him last year as a birthday gift. He hadn’t noticed it was missing until now, and after it being in your possession for God knows how long, the remnants of his cologne were now drowned out by some tooty-fruity ass body spritz that had his head hurting.

“And stop wearing my clothes, dude. You always give ‘em back smelling like Victoria Body Works and argon oil. That’s if you even give them back.”

Yeah, ‘Victoria Body Works’ was definitely not a thing.

Hot on his heels like a cold that medicine just couldn’t kick, your brows pinched together while you accompanied him through the empty apartment on what you assumed was a search for food.

“It’s Victoria’s secret, dumbass. This how I know you ain’t got hoes.”

“Who?” Miles quirked a brow as he sifted through the snack cupboard for a box of something to demolish in an hour.

“You-“

“—Asked. Bozo.”

“Wow,” you scoffed, a deadpan look on your face when you went to rest your elbows on the granite counter top. “You’re actually ancient.”

Miles was only two years your senior, but he acted like an old head, and that was probably the fault of your Uncle Aaron. He’d spent more time with that man than he did in his own room, which was shocking to say the least.

Miles’ eyes lit up when he discovered a hidden gem tucked into a back corner. “Yo, you gonna eat these honeybuns?”

“You gonna do me a favor?” you shot back, head tilted with the confidence of your incredible advantage over him.

Miles kissed his teeth. He had an immense sweet tooth, and you of all people knew he could never deny sugar.

“Dude, this same box has been sitting in here since last month. Which I know personally, because mom sent me out to get them. Meaning your tubby-ass forgot about these at least two weeks ago!”

Your jaw dropped in shock. “I am not tubby!”

“Tubby is a mindset. Now can I have ‘em or nah?”

You paused to think. “Depends.”

“On?” he encouraged impatiently as you toyed with the hemming of your sleeve.

“When asked where I’m at, around…Let’s say,” you chewed on your thoughts. “Six pm tomorrow— and I know you’ll be asked— say I’m at Isabella’s.”

Miles gave you a skeptical look. “And where are you really gonna be?”

He doubted he wanted to know the specifics on why he needed to lie for you, but he thought to ask anyway. You were his little sister after all, at least one person needed to know where you were.

“Nunya.” you mumbled.

“It’s a boy, isn’t it?” Miles squinted, fingers pinching either side of the honey bun’s plastic in preparation to open it.

Rolling your lips under your teeth, you awkwardly shifted your position so your back was leaned on the counter instead, and spoke cautiously as you ogled the lifting of a few floorboards.

“Maybe… But we’re just gonna-“

“Alright, alright. I got you. I’on need details.” Miles scooped the entire box of his well-earned treats into the cradle of his arm, then reached the other over your head to close all the cupboards he’d previously opened.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

You stole the opportunity to trap Miles in a quick hug, tightly squeezing your arms around his torso on purpose because you knew how much it annoyed him. He never did grow out of being ticklish.

“Yeah, yeah. Move,” voice muffled as he was mid-bite, Miles separated you from him with two, rudely-stiff fingers to the middle of your forehead, then started back to the room he rarely left, somehow grabbing the entire jug of apple juice off the counter on his way.

He called out to you without turning back around.

“But if you not back by 9, I swear I’m snitching. I need my door, trust.”

Your face screwed into one of disgust at the implication. “Ewww bro, you’re gross!”

#junie’s works ᥫ᭡#across the spiderverse headcanons #miles morales fanfiction #atsvplatonic #miles morales x sister!reader #miles morales headcanons #earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles morales x reader #across the spiderverse fanfiction #miles morales drabble #earth 1610 miles x reader #earth 42 miles x reader

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pilfappreciator · 4 months

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Brandi and Bruce’s S/o looking after the bakers dozen on their own, what shenanigans occur?

Anon this is?? Literally so cute what the hell??? Also referring to them as the "bakers dozen" is so genuis sfhjjfdadfggh—

Reader & the Bakers Dozen: babysitting solo

Includes: GN! Reader, mentions of polyamory, mentions of Vacay Lovers, slightly Parental! Reader, the Bakers Dozen

CW: Bruce Jr.

🍪 POV: your partners go off to some fancy convention to promote their business, leaving you to watch after all 13 of their kids. Chaos ensues

🍪 These little shits are already a lot to handle, so when you suddenly find yourself being the only adult in the house responsible for them? Yeah, babes, you've definitely got your hands full

🍪 Luckily, you've spent enught time at the Vacay Lovers household that things are at least a little easier for you lol

🍪 They definitely behave much better for you compared to other babysitters. Partly because you're smoochin their parents (and don't wanna get in trouble), and partly because they genuinely like you :3

🍪 But they're still little shits thru and thru, don't forget that

🍪 If they happen to have school? Chances are Bruce and Brandi already took care of their lunches and stuff before they left, so it'll be up to you to pick them up (WARNING: THE KIDS WILL TRY TO CONVINCE YOU TO GO ORDER AT THE NEAREST FAST FOOD PLACE! Unless you've got money for 13 happy meals, prepare to hit em with a firm refusal). Definitely helps if you blast some music in the van! They've kinda lost interest in Velvet & Veneer after learning the two literally tortured their dad and uncles...

🍪 Play Brozone. They'll go crazy and shout-sing along with Bruce's parts lol

🍪 Later in the day you can expect a few to come up to you for homework help. They might also wanna help with dinner, but fyi there WILL be a mess. Pasta sauce on the floor, flour all over the counters, stains on your clothes— the whole shebang

🍪 Want the least amount of casualties? Just let them set the table (no worries, all the plates and stuff are made of plastic ajdjakkala)

🍪 A few of them have some dietary restrictions tho so keep that in mind!! Luckily, you can always find a list of reminders/examples up on the fridge courtesy of lovely muppet wife Brandi <33

🍪 If the kids don't have school that day, then be prepared. You're gonna have very little time to yourself ://

🍪 Like they've each got their own interests and hobbies to keep them occupied, but sometimes they'll need you to reach somewhere up high, or for you to play tiebreaker/settle an argument, or they honestly just want you to join them for a game of hide and seek which???

🍪 "Aw, you sure you guys don't mind me joining in?"

"Yeah! Just cuz you're old doesn't mean you can't have fun, too!"

"...Gee, thanks :D"

🍪 They're merciless

🍪 They've all got their own set of chores they need to do. Each and everyone will try to worm their way out of them. All of them. Everytime

🍪 Sure, they can be a little hyper sometimes, but they're like 6-8 years old so that's expected. For the most part, they're all pretty chill

🍪 It's Bruce Jr. who you've gotta watch out for

🍪 He is a shit- stirer and I WILL FOREVER STAND BY THAT

🍪 This guy won't hesitate to rally his siblings into whatever plan he's been cookin in that feral little head of his. Prepare yourself because you're MOST DEFINITELY getting pranked. It's like a requirement or something

🍪 One nice thing i have to say about Bruce Jr. is that he's actually pretty resourceful. Like this little dude is using everyday household items like he's staring in his own Home Alone movie AKSJSJAKA—

🍪 Rest assured, tho, none of his pranks are seriously harmful or anything but like... at the end of the day, expect:

1) to be covered in craft supplies

2) your clothes/skin/hair a mess

3) to have one limb stuck in a bucket

4) all of the above

🍪 Honestly I feel like Bruce and Brandi would be surprised if they came back and DIDN'T find you sporting paint-stained clothes or with glitter in your hair. Maybe a few stickers slapped on your forehead??

🍪 The trick to dealing with this little agent of chaos is to either keep him separated from his siblings long enough so he doesn't manage to rope anyone into his schemes, or strike some kinda deal with him. Considering he's got 12 siblings, all of whom you need to be watching over at the same time, chances are the second option is your safest bet

🍪 Chances are he'll ask for something semi-illegal, or at the very least something that DEFINITELY requires adult supervision

🍪 DO NOT LET THIS BOY TALK YOU INTO BUYING ANYTHING RELATED TO FIRE. Seems like an easy task, I know. Unfortunately this little shit enherited his dad's charm so watch out o_o

🍪 He'll settle for a happy meal tho. Hopefully you didn't already cave and take him and his siblings out to eat earlier, otherwise you're spending even more money ajsjakkala

🍪 If any errands need to be run during your time there, you BETTER BELIEVE they're all coming with. You'll need to be incredibly vigilant during this time cuz these kids are even more rowdy in public than they are at home. If you're smart about it, you can turn the whole thing into a game! If everyone manages to grab everything off the grocery list in a certain amount of time or if they're able to find the best quality (but relatively cheap) brand of laundry detergent, then you'll buy each of them candy or something uwu

🍪 You can count on them to be cooperative, but like... bring the family child leash just in case

🍪 Cough cough (Bruce Jr.) cough cough

🍪 MOVIES BEFORE BED! It's a bit of a family tradition in the Vacay Lovers household. Yknow, just some way for the kids to spend time together before the day ends

🍪 You're most definitely gonna be playing tiebreaker when the time comes. All 13 of them have wildly different tastes

🍪 Absolutely no scary movies tho. They'll try to argue that theyre able to handle it, but at the end of the night expect to find yourself under a pile of frightened children who've ctawled into bed with you

🍪 Their collective nightly routine is literally?? So chaotic??? Like all of them are simultaneously trying to squeeze into the same bathroom just to brush their teeth... running in and out of their respective rooms... trying to sneak some extra dessert before bed

🍪 Literally never a quite moment in this household jshskakakam

🍪 You might have to read a few bedtime stories or sing a lullaby—

"Dad does it better"

"Just go to bed, Benji"

—but once they've settled in under the covers? Out like a light. They are unconscious the moment their heads hit their pillows

🍪 You'll probably have a mess (or two... or three) to clean up afterwards, but once they're taken care of? Dishes washed? Counters clean? You're more than welcome to crash on Bruce and Brandi's bed <33

🍪 Said couple returns home the next morning...

🍪 Just to find their kids drawing on your face with marker. Cross your fingers that none of its permanent 💀💀

Hope this was good! I know I call them all little shits BUT I MEAN IT AFFECTIONATELY OKAY AJSJAKA

Ngl I feel like this could have been like... more colorful? Like I was very general about the kids and their behavior as a whole, but now I'm super tempted to make a post describing each of them and all their little quirks! Just something fun to do that'll help me write them better in the future ;3

#anon i hope you know im using Bakers Dozen as an official term from now on #big brain move #love that for you <33 #i shall continue to slander bruce jr. till the grave #trolls #trolls band together #bruce trolls #brandi trolls #Vacay Lovers #Bakers Dozen #trolls x reader #brozone x reader #spruce trolls #x reader #headcanon #ask

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brianwashere · 9 months

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Hello, hope you're having a good day/night

I was wondering if I could request the spiderverse characters (Miguel, Hobbie, Noir) meeting and reacting to male spider reader who abnormal tall (like 7 foot kinda abnormal) and morally grey for instance will kill if it means that it could be beneficial rather than having the villain go to jail???

(Also who would end up falling for reader?)

FIRST ATSV REQ LETS GO

I made Miguel so submissive and breedable real lmfaooo. Also ignore how many HCs are in Noir’s, I’ve actually never written for him before lol. Oh and since it’s not extremely clear, Hobie’s is platonic

**I do not own any characters or part of the franchise from marvel or sony**

Summary: go to req

Tw: cussing, death, discussion of murder, stuff like that

~Miguel~

Color Miguel intimidated bcc oh my god

You’re taller than him. With his same morals. He’s fucking reeling

When you stand next to him he’ll cross his arms and puff out his chest

You’ll notice and be like “What’re you doing…?” And he’ll act all ignorant like “hm? What? No I’m not doing anything…”

Once he gets over your sheer largeness he’ll become more comfortable and relaxed around you

He falls HARD and QUICK

Even doing missions with you becomes difficult for him, the first time he got choked up or distracted he immediately stopped doing any missions with you

It was like whiplash for you because you were doing all these high risk missions with Miguel regularly then he suddenly drops you with no explanation

You corner him one day and demand to know why he’s acting so weird

You literally corner him…

Standing over him and all angry

He’s feeling 5 different conflicting emotions all at once

He tried to web away from you and without thinking about it you grab him by his neck and shove him back against the wall

He whimpered. WHIMPERED.

You immediately know what’s up and laugh at him some then tell him you feel the same

And that’s how Miguel O’Hara got a shredded gigantic boyfriend

~Noir~

When he first glanced at you he couldn’t help but stare a bit.

I mean. DAMN. What’re they feeding you?

He couldn’t help but say something

“They make them big in your universe?”

The joke surprised you bcc a Spider-Man dressed in all black and a sick hat and coat just teased you.

You laugh some and respond.

“And they make ‘em cute in yours?”

He chokes some.

You smirk at him and introduce yourself

He collects himself quickly and introduces himself too

When you find out he’s from an older timeline

You can’t help but flirt a bit more

“Oh so I should take you to dinner first?” You say with a grin.

You came on so heavy he stayed silent for a bit, just blinking at you

He avoids you for a bit, not because he doesn’t like you or is weirded out. He’s just trying to learn how to respond to your flirting in a way that isn’t staring owlishly

You two are on a mission together and long story short the villain didn’t need to go back to his universe to restore the timeline and was beyond the standard villain evil

while he was fleeing from you two he flung a child into the air and let them drop, expecting them to distract the both of you

“Noir!” You yelled

“On it.” He immediately responded and caught the kid, taking them to safety and comforting them

When you caught the villain you couldn’t hold yourself back.

Needless to say Noir came back to find you covered in blood and dangerously quiet.

It was a sight to see and not one he’ll forget.

“If you’re gunna give me the whole ‘killing makes you as bad as them’ lecture you can save it. I don’t regret it now and I wont regret it ever.” You said firmly, still not meeting his gaze

He just walked over to you and rested a hand on your shoulder. “Good. You shouldn’t.” Was all he said. The return to the spider society was silent

There was a silent agreement between the two of you not to discuss that mission with anyone else. That it was something too personal, somehow.

A few weeks later he asks you out

“Do you want to go out for egg creams sometime?” He asked

“What the hell is an egg cream.”

It’s like the olive theory but with egg creams

He loves your size and secretly loves it when you rest your arm on his head/shoulder.

~Hobie~

He laughs when he sees you

“You been drinking your milk, mate?” He chuckled

You rolled your eyes at him.

You talk with him when you next see hi ma few days later

He just sort of appears around you and you don’t question it once so ever

Someone asks why you two are always seen together in a rude tone and Hobie just throws an arm around your shoulder and says “see this lad right here, he’s my best friend. We actually sleep in the same bed—“

You scoff at him and push his arm off

You know he’s being sarcastic and just trying to get the person to fuck off but calling you his best friend made something in your heart flutter

Protectiveness? Loyalty? Endearment? Who the hell knew.

All you know is from then on you started seeking him out more

You sort of became a older brother figure to him

You started checking in on him semi regularly

But one time he stopped responding and you hadn’t seen him for over a week

Obviously, you got worried

You decided to go visit his universe to see if something happened

When you got there your eyes were immediately violently assaulted with flashing images and constantly changing scenery

It threw you off mid-swing and you crashed to the ground

You had to shut your eyes so you wouldn’t get nauseous

Then you felt a hand on your shoulder and squint up to see Hobie who looked confused and concerned

He helps you back to his place and basically tosses you down on his beat up couch then asks why you’re there

You just grumble something about him not responding and not seeing anyone for over a week

He flops down next to you and lays his legs on your lap

“Aw you big bloke, you were worried ‘bout me.” He says smirking

You shove his legs off and stand up

“Don’t get used to it” you say with a grin

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theoccultz · 8 months

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What do you need to know at the moment?

#random messages edition

General reading,take what resonates leave what doesn't

Pics not mine credits to their rightful owners

Short Chanelled messages for you

Note: readings are not to disregard anyones feelings but to bring more awareness through it ,decision is always yours at the end

Select your pile -see ya in your pile !!!

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Pile l . Pile ll. Pile lll .

Pile Vl. Pile V . Pile Vl .

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Pile l .

Angel number:898

You need to do some savings ,invest in health more maybe ,i'm hearing open an account as well

Do not talk to strangers or give them full information on your life even if its on internet

You are not wrong for speaking up for yourself even if its against your family, release the guilt

You should tie the loose ends , even if its just sewing your shirt ,it will improve your attention span and you'll feel happier connecting with your hobbies

I'm hearing visit a part or work with ferries ,you might buy a gift or someone could gift you something

Pls limit your screentime its having effect on your eyes and you might be feeling more tired than usual

Buy that outfit?cap ? Watch buy it ,it'll be needed.

You need to heal issues related to your body if its a scar or something else also water is significant here maybe you can go for a date near water or you should eat date with water

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Pile 2 -

Angel number -459

Dont pick a side and dont forget what they have done to you its gonna hit em back

Someone with s or a singer could be significant here ,maybe you should sing more someone could praise you or recommend you for something big . congratulations omg

You need to travel or explore more on your own maybe in not busy places like aquarium or beach or go for bicycling

You leave a big impression on the people you meet ,i'm hearing your outfit choices are great like the colour stands out.

Do not be paranoid you'll get the chance to do something you missed out on ?

Flies or bees contain some message's do not ignore ?

Mind peoples action more set firm boundaries,dont indulge or respond .

There's some gossip group you need to be away from i'm hearing someone can overhear and tell others abt it

Tea or butterfly? Someone needs to do some research on it or if you're sick drink some tea .

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Pile 3

Angel number -806

If you start something in this period it will flourish for the best although it may be hard to kickstart at first

Save your files or dont miss something while you're going out ? Double check

There's someone popular here who likes you they could find reasons to talk to you ?i 'm hearing this person has a baby face & sensitive skin they could be popular for their looks ?

Dont let your discussions get highly thereoritical with the people you interact? Keep it neutral

I'm hearing busy environment ,you need to connect with your inner self i actually heard dive lmao whatever you feel like suits you ,it will help you put yourself out there more

How? simply stop overthinking and start doing what feels right .

You are overeating this could your coping mechanism that you're unaware of .

I'm hearing a lot of slangs maybe you should join some online community or start a new one ,you will find fun people there i'm not kidding these people have good sense of humour*yeah i heart k!ling it lmao*

"If you're feeling sad' maybe you should relax " maybe its speaking abt mental rest

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Pile 4.

Angel number:594

Oh wow people find you really attractive i'm hearing baddie maybe you have this dark aesthetic or smth

You look good in any hairstyle yeah you guys i think people are praising you a lot in this period. Yeah under the observation 😭idk if you have applied for an audion or smth there's people making a decision on you .

2months ? You'll receive your lost item ,you need some help -you'll receive

Make a deit plan ,make good food choices & drink clean water maybe go to some cleaning services

Attention by new jeans -song

Check where your scorpio placement is ?its important for your well being ...what ...maybe its effecting you in this transit.

Ah beware at night ,11am is highlighted here especially if you go for walks ,you could see something you wouldn't like .

Pay your tax , do not procastinate, watch a childhood movie you loved

Change your bottles ,blue bottles specially

If you wear some sort of brand that brand Is scamming people

Be more mindful and present when you're walking (:

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Pile 5.

Angel number -982

If you suspect someone have a crush on you then you're right especially if this person randomly calls you or interacts you or tells you weird things which you find questionable

I'm hearing be aware of someone who complimented you recently for your imitation or smth? This person bad mouths you ,they could upload a lot reels in a day or week . someone with dark aesthetic,initials -R ,F,V

You are feeling triggered and overwhelmed emotionally because of your father wounds maybe you have completed a cycle and the shadow period taking over you specially if you feel the need to go out more

I'm hearing do the neediful dont overextended help they dont appreciate it ,this person is critical in nature its not your fault.

I'm hearing a community you are in is fake like they just fake their emotions & hide things or keep it to themselves yeah nothing much ,dont go finding deep connection with them .

You'll get the opportunity ,your background doesn't matter maybe you feel there's competition but the higher authority who's working behind the scenes an older woman she doesn't care for background like experience or smth she just cares for efficiency and excellence maybe if you pass her test she'll reward you

No their relations aren't good -this was random like if you're suspecting a friend or a couple is having the time of their life they aint "there's regret here"

Also you need to rest more or reschedule your stuff

This pile was juicy& direct af goodness 😭✋🏻 are u abt to expose someone? Tagg me jkk

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Pile 6.

Angel number:101

Someone younger have a crush on you i'm hearing 3 years age gap they could be a libra with taurus placements their moon sign could be significant

>Yeah this person keeps an eye on you they feel overprotective over you ,they like you and will probably take Action their energy is very forthcoming

You need to do something less? If you exercise?listen to music or cook ? Clean whatever do it less frequently ,i feel like you're overindulging it will effect your health

"Its not your problem "

someone is mad at you, just leave them alone no need to do or say anything,its obvious they're projecting

Check up on a friend they are suffering, i feel like this friend really admires you, like you make their day better ,you should talk with them if you have been in separation for quite sometime or they dont live close by you

If you're thinking for therapy sessions or keep forgetting things like you dont feel good i feel like therapy or a support group would be of great help ,it will help you release

Flower by jisoo - You guys i'm giving you a big hug ,we'll be fine.

Pile 6 -I just feel the need to say this but you guys are amazing ,thank you for being here

Your energy will be restored ... be ready for s change ,if you do something creative sell it .

ATTEND THAT EVENT - whatever it is a free show ,a wedding,a competition,a meetup .

"Dont eat what you didn't cook " your messages are very crypted for some reason ,yeah dont take anything from strangers specially these 3 weeks .

Use your voice more or improve? Like use diction it will open up your ability to speak confidently.

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Thanks for reading!!! Have a great day/night .

#vd #pick a card #tarotblr #pick a pile #intuiative reading #spirituality #tarot reading #chanelled messages #divination

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ghostboneswrites2 · 2 months

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Lots of love if you write this, and lots of love if you don’t!

Could you do a Daryl x reader where at first he doesn’t like her, and she tries to get to know why hes so mean to her? Maybe he yells at her and then some comfort after?

Note: this is a cute idea! I might write a different version of this one later <3 not sure how I feel about it. This ended up a lot more angst and has a lot more of an argument than I originally intended tbh

Another note: I usually write in past tense but this one has both past and present tense. It’s lightly proofread but I apologize if I missed any errors in past vs present tense!

Summary: Every since he first saw you he’s seemingly had it out for you. All that frustration comes to a head when you have to go rescue him from the side of the road.

18+ MDNI || WARNINGS: Daryl bring a Dickson, profanity, TWD typical non graphic violence, guns

Daryl stepped into the RV for a gun, shaking his head with annoyance at the sight of your failure. Well, multiple failures. See, you started with a standard Glock, but the recoil spring in that one was too hard to set in place. Then, you switched to the Beretta, where you found your current firing pin spring issue.

Daryl stared down at all the bits and pieces sprawled on the table in front of you.

“Y’gon’ take every damn gun apart ‘til we ain’t got none when we need ‘em?” He complained. You glared.

“Well, excuse me if taking apart guns to clean them wasn’t my hobby of choice before shit hit the fan.” You shot back.

That day was the beginning of a long standing feud between the two of you. A feud that was frankly one sided. You never had a problem with the smelly hunter. In fact, you often made meager attempts at impressing him or even going as far as to be friendly. Unfortunately, you were always met with rude snark and bitterness.

One time, at the CDC, you had a little too much wine with dinner. You were stumbling through the hall, attempting to find the room you had previously claimed, when you had the misfortune of walking right into Daryl.

“Oh! I’m sorry.” You giggled.

“Damn it.” He grumbled with an annoyed sigh. “Can’t ya watch where the hell you’re goin’?”

“I’m sorry, really—“ You tried to apologize again but he had no intentions of hearing it.

“Don’t drink if ya can’t handle yourself.” He snapped. “Got the dead roamin’ the damn earth and you get shit-faced the first damn chance ya get!”

In your drunken, emotional state, you sniffled and cried quietly to yourself that night. Why was he always so damn mean? You missed your friends and family so much, and you couldn’t even bare to think about your cat.

When Sophia got lost everything was worse. You’d offer to help with the search and you’d always hear the same response; “I already got one little kid to look for. I don’t need two.”

You also tried to console him when Sophia’s body came staggering out of that barn.

“You’re a great tracker, Daryl. We were all just too late.” You’d say.

“Ain’t no we! You didn’t do shit but stay back and twiddle your fuckin’ thumbs! Get on somewhere. I don’t need your caudlin’.”

When the farm fell, he’d always snap at you for lagging behind the group when you were on the move. You couldn’t help it. You were so tired and hungry.

“Keep up, damn it. Can’t afford to keep slowin’ down!”

When you were all clearing the prison, he wouldn’t even let you shoot.

“Jus’ stay back and hit the fence. Distract ‘em. You can’t shoot for shit.”

Since then, you reasoned to just avoid him. You’d never met anyone who could make you feel so bad about yourself. You decided to stop asking yourself why he hated you. You weren’t going to try and change it anymore. You were just going to exist the best you could, as far away from him as the prison yard would allow.

Which brings us to now. Inventory is your main task at the prison. Some people make it hard. Carl never checks out his weapons, nor does Daryl. But with Carl losing his mom and Daryl being such an ass, you never say anything. You just make notes on the weapons they’re most likely to take without telling you.

Beth sometimes grabs formula without letting you know, but taking care of a baby is hard work for a teenage girl to be doing full time. You have no intentions of nagging her. So, as usual, you just check your inventory every day and report to Rick or Hershel, usually the latter.

When your inventory is done for the afternoon, you decide to find Carol and help her with laundry. Maggie is on the tower today with Glenn, so she’s all by herself out there scrubbing everyone’s smelly clothes.

“Hey. Need some help?” You ask her, pressing your lips into a thin smile. She returns the same expression and nods.

“Please? For such a small group we sure go through a lot of clothes.”

“No problem.” You say as you get down on your knees and begin scrubbing and ringing out a pair of jeans. “Jeez. These really stink.” You mumble. Carol giggles.

“Daryl.” She sighs.

“Does he ever shower?”

“I mean.. never would be a strong word. Rarely, though, that might be the accurate description.” She jokes. You chuckle.

“Hey, (Y/N)?” Rick asks as he approaches you. You look up from Daryl’s stained jeans. “Could you take a car out to the main road? Daryl’s broken down out there. He can’t carry all those supplies back.”

“Me?” You raise your eyebrows, tossing a quick glance to Carol. If anyone is accustomed to your strained relationship with the archer, it’s her. Daryl would often complain about you to her, and she’d just as often give you a reassuring pat on the shoulder when she’d notice his harsh treatment.

“Well, yeah, if ya don’t mind.” Rick nods. He is a little more oblivious to how rude Daryl can be toward you, but he isn’t blind to the visible tension the two of you share. He just assumes it was never that serious.

“Um.. Sure.” You shrug. A pit in your stomach is already festering, growing bigger as it feeds on your anxiety. You had been very successful at avoiding Daryl since you’d been at the prison. The only solace you find is in the fact that you had grown more confident since you guys found this place. Being in charge of inventory gave you a much needed sense of control. From there, you realized just how much you really did have control over, and soon enough the scared girl you once were had become a productive young woman. Now, you have to put that confidence to the test, facing the man who kind of stole what little faith in yourself you had to begin with. You vow to yourself that today will be the day you stand your ground to Daryl Dixon.

You brush off your jeans and accept the keys from Rick before making your way to the vehicle parked near the gates. When you start the engine, Carl drags open one gate, then the other, and you head out. You notice Daryl right away when you make it to the main road. He’s smoking a cigarette, leaned up against the red truck he had taken into town.

You can’t help but wonder why he was on a run by himself to begin with. It isn’t like Rick to send anyone off on their own. Then again, knowing Daryl, it’s not that hard to figure out why he might be a solo kind of guy.

You pull the car up beside the truck. He glances up at the vehicle but immediately looks back down at the ground when he realizes it’s you. He makes sure to seem indifferent.

Instead of letting his lack of a greeting (or gratitude) phase you, you just step out of the driver’s seat and pop the trunk open before approaching the bed of the truck and beginning to transfer all of his loot into the car. When the trunk fills up, you resort to packing the back seat.

By the time Daryl finishes his cigarette, he notices there are a few more items still in the truck. He huffs and impatiently grabs the three items, shoving them in the back seat and slamming the door shut, mumbling something about you taking your sweet time.

“What was that?” You speak up before sitting back down in the driver’s seat.

“Move over. I’m drivin’.”

“That’s not what you said, first of all. And no. I drove here just fine, I can drive back.” You roll your eyes.

“Quit bein’ difficult damn it! I’m tired. Been workin’ all day out there riskin’ my neck.” He snaps.

“I’ve been working too.” You shrug, sitting down and starting the engine.

“Scribblin’ on a clipboard ain’t nothin’ like what I do.” He argues, still standing by the driver side, waiting for you to give in and let him drive. You won’t, though. You won’t cave in and bow to him like a puppy with its tail between its legs like you used to. He lost the privilege of your kindness — or maybe cowardice — a while ago.

“Actually, I woke up and spent two hours on the fence impaling skulls, then I helped Hershel hoe the ground for spring crops before I scrubbed the common area of the cell block on my hands and knees. Then I did inventory, then I washed your smelly ass jeans. So, no, I don’t just scribble on a clip board.” You correct him. “And, while we’re on that subject, you’re supposed to check out your fucking weapons. Would make the scribbling part a lot easier for me.”

He clenches his jaw and his fists at your insubordination.

“I don’t know when you grew a smart ass mouth but I ain’t got time for it so quit your bitchin’ and move outta my seat.” He demands.

“Or you could stop wasting time and just get in the passenger seat.” You roll your eyes.

“God, do you ever stop bein’ such a damn burden?!” He shouts. You run your tongue over your teeth and nod.

“Burden?” You repeat.

“Yeah. A burden.” He drawls. “As in, makin’ shit harder for everyone around you.”

“Hmm.” You hum thoughtfully. “Okay.”

With that simple response, you shut off the engine, toss the keys on the ground beside him, and stand up. With your knife in your belt for protection, you start walking toward the woods. You realize that he is absolutely unbearable. You won’t subject yourself to even a five minute car ride with him.

“Where the hell are you goin’?!” He calls out after you. You ignore him. “C’mon, (Y/N), get in the damn car!”

By this point you’re blending into the trees and he’s losing sight of you. He groans and slams the car door shut, snatching the keys off the asphalt before he marches off after you. He swears when he gets his hands on you, he’s dragging you back by your ankles and cramming you in the trunk with the rest of the shit he looted today.

“(Y/N)!” He shouts. You sigh.

“Fuck off! You wanted to drive so bad, be my guest! Whole car to yourself!” You call back.

“Quit bein’ so damn—“

You whip around, eyes blaring with fury.

“So what? Burdensome? Annoying? Stupid?” You cut him off, recalling some of the insults he had bestowed upon you in the past. “I’m so fucking sick of you! All I ever did was try to be nice to you! And all you ever gave me in return was cruelty!”

You’re shaking now. He’s stopped a few feet away from you, silent as you unleash your pent up frustrations on him.

“You know,” you begin, not as loud and shrilled as before. “I didn’t even want to come help you. Because I knew it would be like this. I only came because I was asked to. So you wouldn’t have to try to carry shit back to the prison and go through more trouble. I didn’t talk to you, I didn’t try to be friendly or otherwise vexing. Yet, somehow, that wasn’t good enough. If my presence alone makes you so miserable, then I’ll walk.”

With that, you turn around and start storming back toward the prison.

“(Y/N)—“ He tries to protest but it just triggers another wave of anger.

“What?!” You throw your hands up. “What did I ever do to you?! Just leave me alone!” You shout, turning back to him. “Why do you hate me?!”

“I don’t hate you!” He fires back.

You scoff and cross your arms. “Sure seems like it.”

“Well if ya would just listen to me I wouldn’t get so mad!”

“I’m not your fucking dog, Dixon! I shouldn’t have to listen to you for you to treat me like a human being.”

“Treat you like what?” He scoffs. “All I ever did was try and look out for ya! Ya can’t do anything right! How the hell am I supposed to keep ya safe if ya can’t follow a simple fuckin’ direction?”

“Look out for me? How? By making me feel like shit about myself? Reminding me every chance you get how much you just can’t fucking stand me? You don’t treat anyone else like that. Nobody.” Your eyes are watering now. The rage is slowly wearing down into what it really is at its core: hurt. He hurt you time and time again and you always tried to make it right, even when you had done nothing wrong. Shit, (Y/N), get it together. Don’t let him see you like this.

“Well why the hell are ya so worried ‘bout what I think?” He asks.

“I don’t know!” You snap, turning away from him again. You hug yourself and sniffle. “Just leave me alone.” You beg quietly. “Go drive yourself back. I’d rather walk.”

He stands there silently, mouth opening and closing like he has words to say but can’t find them in his sea of thoughts. He doesn’t want to make you cry. He doesn’t even know why you piss him off so much. He does know that seeing you there, hugging yourself as your shoulders rise and fall with silent whimpers makes him feel like shit. He steps toward you slowly, reaching out to place a hand on your shoulder. You flinch at his touch and he retracts his arm.

“I don’t hate ya.” He finally speaks. When you don’t respond he realizes he has to continue. “I just don’t want ya gettin’ hurt.”

“Yeah, right.” You mumble. “All you do is hurt me.”

He swallows a dry lump. Is that true?

“I don’t mean to.” He insists. “I just.. Ya don’t belong in this world. You’re nice. Ya ain’t violent, you’re pret—“ He stops. Your ears perk up. Was he about to call you pretty?

“What I’m tryin’ to say is… Ever since I first saw ya I knew ya had to be looked after — kept safe. Ya ain’t like most people. I’d feel too bad if ya… If ya got hurt.” He admits softly. You turn your head a little, peeking behind you to try and catch a glimpse of him.

His hand finds your shoulder again and this time you don’t shrug him away. You sniffle and wipe your eye clean of tears.

“So you’re mean to me to protect me?” You summarize. He realizes how stupid that must sound.

“I just get frustrated when I see how vulnerable ya are. Can’t clean a gun and put it back together, can’t aim to save your life, can’t—“

“Couldn’t.” You correct him. “I couldn’t do those things, but I’ve learned how. You just haven’t been around to see it. Or encourage it.”

He nods. “‘M sorry.” He mumbles. “Maybe you could, uh, show me sometime.”

“Show you what?” You turn back to him.

“Dunno.” He shrugs. It’s a lot harder for him to speak freely when you’re actually looking at him. “What ya can do.”

“Oh.” You nod. “Maybe you could stop being such an asshole.” You suggest.

He smirks a little.

“I can try.”

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readychilledwine · 4 months

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Summary - A romantic evening between lovers is interrupted when Cassian and Rhys want to bitch about Sellyn Drake's newest novel. - Azriel x Helion’s Daughter Oc

Warnings - Playful implied smut, references to subby cassian, sexual frustrations

A/n - This is heavily inspired by several theories and fan arts I've seen where Helion’s passion and hobby is writing smut novels. The thought of that lives rent-free in my mind honestly.

Azriel absent-mindedly stroked his mate's thigh as she sat on his lap. They had spent the evening alone, and were winding down before bed.

She was placing soft kisses under his jaw, along his neck, under his ear. Her intentions were clear, and Azriel was more than happy to sate her needs, but a loud knock and drunk laughter made her jump in his lap. Rhysand and Cassian. A shadow whispered before joining in touching its master's mate . "What assholes?" They entered his room, laughing with a flush on both of their faces.

"You," Rhysand pointed to the Day Court Female currently occupying his brother's lap. "Sellyn Drake books. You read 'em?"

Mara's head fell back into Azriel's shoulder as they both schooled laughter. "Once or twice. Normally when I'm already riding Azriel."

"Fuuuuuuuuck." Cassian said as he sat down and smirked. "Tell me more."

Azriel smiled and laughed as he had a shadow shut and lock the door. "I make her read the smutty parts of those books while I'm fucking her. If she can't concentrate she gets punished."

Mara sighed, "I get punished a lot. Did Nesta pick up the new book?" Rhys and Cassian both scoffed and took a drink of their whiskey. "Feyre as well then?"

The high lord sighed. "She won't even look at me, Rara. She slaps my hands if I try to touch her." Mara hid her face in Azriel's neck trying not to laugh. "You have a secret. You delicious little creature. Tell me."

She and Azriel shook their heads, their cheeks becoming red as they tried to contain their laughter. "Mar! Help us!" Cassian threw his hands up. "Help me mainly. Fuck you." He pointed at Rhys who responded with a hiccup and singular finger in the air. "Even Elain is getting in on this shit, but Lucien just laughs about it."

Huh. Wonder why. Azriel said down their bond. Couldn't have anything to do with…. The secret…

Nope definitely not. Mara sighed. "I'm shocked that you and Nesta don't have the same arrangement as Azriel and I do."

Cassian threw himself on the bed and sighed dramatically, "Nesta isn't into the "punishment" bullshit. Unless it's me. In which case, mommy gets what mommy wants."

She sighed dramatically again. "I was hoping to get what I wanted tonight, but now you two are here." Azriel whined behind his mate. A silent fuck you being sent to his brothers. "They'll get over it. This one is EXTRA spicy though."

Rhys straightened back up, "It just came out yesterday, Mara. Did you finish it already?"

The mates held eye contact and then burst into laughter as she stood and moved to their shared desk. Rhys watched as she opened the largest compartment and pulled out a manuscript. "Of course I did."

Cassian sat back up slowly. "You bitch. Are Drake? Because if you are, you're ruining my sex life."

She started laughing again, tears falling from her eyes. "I'm not, but Azriel and I know who is."

Azriel covered his mouth as his brothers looked at him. "I found out unwillingly. That one," he pointed to his mate before beckoning her back to his lap with two fingers, "Told me when she was drunk and swore me into actual secrecy."

Rhys snapped his head to Mara after he recognized the handwriting on the notes she was passing back and forth with the famous smut author. "No."

She squeaked and threw her head back laughing, "Yes."

"No," Rhys said again laughing. "Are you serious?!"

"I am."

"Cauldron boil and fry me." Rhys looked at Azriel. "You knew?"

Azriel nodded. "Can you get me a drink, baby?"

"Whiskey on the rocks?" Azriel nodded at her, kissing her deeply before she left the room. Do not tease him about this, Rhys. It's a passion project, and it makes him happy.

I would never. Rhys responded. This is the 2nd greatest secret I've ever learned. Rhys smirked at Azriel while Cassian stared at the manuscript, trying to figure out what Rhys did.

Mara returned, handing the whiskey to her mate before returning to her spot on his lap. "What's wrong, Cassie?"

The general's face was unreadable. It went between shock, confusion, and amusement. "Does your father know all of our females here read his books?"

Azriel chuckled into her shoulder, placing a gentle kiss on the exposed skin. "He does. Nesta and he have actually spoken about the novellas at length."

Cassian's hand ran along his face. "So, Helion knows my mate gets hot and bothered while reading his books?"

Azriel nodded. "He takes great pride in knowing he gets the High Lady of the Night Court and Lady Death off nightly."

Mara giggled into Azriel's shoulder. Rhysand's jaw had dropped slightly. "That- I." The High Lord was rarely lost for words. "Does he know his daughter rides my shadowsinger while reading them?!"

"Yes," Azriel and Mara answered together.

"My father is still trying to sleep with my husband. Do you really think there's boundaries in our relationship?"

Azriel muttered under his breath. "There should be."

Mara rolled her eyes. "Cassian, you really should read this one." The brothers all watched as she leaned forward. "Dad gets his stories based on watching couples at his gatherings or stories his friends tell him."

Cassian rose a singular brow. "And?"

Mara just smirked in return. "So you should read it. Chapter 41, Cass."

Cassian nodded. Standing to leave the room. "I'm going to try to get laid. I'll think about it."

Azriel was smirking at Rhysand who had begun flipping through the drafted manuscript. His star flecked eyes widdened before he left out loud laughter.

Mara handed Rhys the whiskey she had also brought him. Azriel, raising his glass to Rhys, cleared his throat. "To telling our mates to put their hands on the head board and breaking beds."

Rhys raised his glass. "To fucking like Gods and being the inspiration to Helion's pen name."

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liveontelevision · 1 month

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Redemption Pt.2 | Lucifer x Reader

I'm kind of having a hard time getting motivation to write if anyone has any Luci prompts they wanna drop in my asks 👀

But for now, here's some more angsty fluffy slow burn Luci for y'all

(Check out Redemption Pt.1!)

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It's been an.. awkward... few weeks. You kissed Lucifer. You kissed the king of Hell, who you've known for almost 2 decades, your boss and best friend. If that information didn't overwhelm your brain enough, he's managed to make you doubt Redemption. Still undecided, you began to fear the outcome of just disappearing without getting to make a decision. Without saying goodbye.

Even with your mental disaray, Business went on as usual. You did your routine paperwork and helped out with anything Charlie needed. Lucifer wasn't asking much of you these days. You assumed the best of him. Maybe he was just too busy. Or maybe he was avoiding you. You shook the frightful thought out of your head only to suddenly be hit with the memory of Lucifer looking so lovely with your lipgloss all over his face and neck. Damned man has taken over your entire brain.

Charlie would often ask you to help with touring, partnering in exercises, or helping new residents set up. You didn't really consider how much free time you'd have without seeing Lucifer as much as you usually do. Some days, you did at least walk by him in passing. You would smile at him, maybe say good morning or hello, and he would do the same. Like strangers. His smile was always sweet in the past, but these had a sense of disparity behind them. You couldn't confide in your dearest friend, and your paranoia got the better of when considering going to others. But you needed another opinion.

"Well, shit! Good for you toots! That all tracks, Luci's clearly a bottom." Angel laid on his stomach, kicking his long legs in the air like some gossiping teen. You just needed some advice on redemption, but you ended up spilling out the entire interaction. You sat at his vanity, your arms crossed over your chest. "Angel, please. What do you think about redemption? You've been here longer than anyone, don't you.. worry..? About never seeing anyone here again?" Angel looked down for a moment before swinging his legs around and sitting at the edge of his bed. He pat the spot next to him, and you quickly took a seat by his side. He gripped the edge of his bed and hunched over his torso, propping himself up by his elbows with his upper set of limbs. "Actually? I'm terrified. I've been here for 70s years, kid. This is basically all I know now. I had a family, a buncha siblings, and a whole backstory n shit, but.." He spoke softly, his voice cracking at the mention of his biological family." I barely think of 'em. Even with Val up my ass, I think of this as my home now. Charlie and Vaggie, even Alastor - and.. Husk." He swooned, without even realizing, at his own words." I think you gotta want redemption, babes. Maybe that's why i'm still here. I dunno." He placed a hand on your shoulder and sent a sympathetic smile. The tender care you hadn't received in so long was too much. You sniffled a bit and let your head fall onto his shoulder. "I don't know what to do, Angel... " He rubbed your arm that had traveled around your shoulders as you attempted to slow your shakey brrath.

Lucifer did what he always did when he was stressed. He created. Frustration seemed to be a common inspiration for his.. hobby. He filled his office to the brim with ducks, each with a fun little feature that he came up with spur of the moment. Without acknowledging it, he did leave your desk clear. Like he was waiting for you to suddenly appear there, all neat and tidy. A glimmer of relief in the pool of chaos his life had become. This went on for days.

He was rarely a participant at the bar, alcohol was just another reminder of the wrecklessness that could occur with free will. But fuck, he needed a drink. Making sure it was far too late, to avoid any unexpected interactions, he went down to the lobby. Still looking dishoveled and exhuasted, he prayed that no one would be down there, to see the king of hell looking to get sloshed at 3 in the morning.

To his luck, it was empty. The lights were almost all off, but the lobby was still filled with the red glow of Pentagram city just down the hill. Letting out a sigh of relief, Lucifer steps behind the bar, struggling to read any labels without a set light. That didn't stop him one bit,, randomly taking a bottle and drinking whatever was inside. It didn't taste good, but his head finally seemed to forget your face for a moment. He'll realize how horrifying that felt in the morning.

Looking for another drink that didnt burn his throat, he continued to sort through the drinks without any clear light source. Letting out a frustrated scoff, he flung a handful of golden flames behind him, attempting to light a display of candles that sat at the bar counter for decor.

"Fuck - !"

The sudden voice that came from behind made him drop whatever drink he had in his hand. It shattered, the sound echoing through the cleanliness of the new lobby. He turned his body around way too fast, only managing to focus on your face after a few dizzying moments. You hold onto the top of your arm, a clean burn swiped right across your skin. His eyes were darting across the room, seeing only half of the candles lit, your sudden appearance and newly burned flesh, and a small flame forming on the top of the couch across the room.

Despite his dizzying mind, he snapped his fingers, planning to at least stop the couch from burning the whole place down. In this attempt, he managed to sinch all three flames, the room suddenly being plunged into a darkness that you both had to adjust to. Lucifer's overwhelmed senses made him stumble, clutching onto the edge of the counter and holding his spinning head in his hand. Everything he's felt for the past few weeks and the guilt of causing you any harm finally hit him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck - I'm sorry, i'm sorry..!" He wailed out, almost at the brink of tears. He gasped for air, his chest heavong. He could barely feel your hand brush across his back and start to rub it soothingly. He hitched his breath, doing his best to calm himself from this little attack. You had rounded the bar, your back leaning against the counter. standing at his side, you ran your fingers lightly across his back, starting to trace along his tense muscles. It was the smallest affection, yet he shuttered before feeling his unbalanced body relax, then began to sway in your direction.

"I'm okay, Lucifer..! I-I barely felt it! You're freaking yourself out, just try and - " his body finally hit yours after a stumble, his shoulder falling into your chest and knocking the air from your lungs. You shifted your postion to brace him from behind, his back now flush against your chest as you leaned both of your weight onto the counter.

You did your best to keep a clear mind, but seeing your beloved friend in this state did nothing but make you panic. Your friend.. that's what he'll always be at the end of this. Your friend who you've known since you died, who took you in without ever considering you'd grow this close. Your friend, who's created an incredibly difficult decision for you to make.

"Sweetheart, I'm s-sorry! I never meant to scare you off! I-I'm so scared to lose you - I can't imagine my days without you, love, I need you -" you shushed him, needing to cool your absolutely heated face at his words, but also to keep anyone else from seeing this display. You ushered him to the front of the building and out the front doors.

Despite it being Hell, there was a light breeze that hit the both of you with a relief. Lucifer stumbled onto the nearest wall, finally releasing his face to adjust his eyes to the sudden change of setting.

Blinking slowly, he took in your appearance much longer than anticipated. You wore a comfortable baby blue slip that loosley hung over your figure. He surely wouldve taken the time appreciate your figure if you didnt have a a blanket bunched around your entirety. He did his best to not look disapointed, but failed miserably. You couldnt help but smile at his poor display of affection.

You took a hold onto Lucifer's clammy hands, making him turn redder than he was before from embarrassment. He took a moment to meet your eyes, something he hadnt done in days at this point.

"Come with me?" You spoke so neutrally, a clear tone that seemed to calm his thoughts. He simply nodded, allowing you to lead his staggering body around to the side of the building. It was a bit of a hike, but the brisk air and the movement seemed to settle Lucifer's high. That being said, he still kept his arm around your shoulders for balance.

Upon arrival, the sight was enough to startle him, a small walkthrough garden sprouting from the side of the building. It was lush with Hell's native fiolage, flowers and vines with dangerous looking thorns and teeth growing from them. The purples and reds growing from the fenced off border and the small iron table and bench that sat in the center just underneath an arch with flowers intermingled, it all looked so innocent.

"Wh-hhow.. what is this?" He managed to ask, looking over at you as you continued to lead him through the garden. "I'm actually not sure. I don't remember seeing it in any blueprints when we redid the hotel, but i went for a walk and saw it here. Someone else must've put it together." You weren't sure if he was able to process that information, but you led him to sit on the bench with a thud. His body fell limp, hitting his head on the back of the frame with a ting.

You simply sat beside him for a moment in a bliss silence. It was comforting, despite all the previously chaos the two of you just went through.

"I should be scoldering you, sir. You haven't been drunk in years and last time you did - "

"Lillith. It was after she left, I know.." you only meant to call out how poorly he handled his liquor in the past, but it made your heart ache hearing him make that connection.

You let out an awkward agreement and continued to sit in silence for another moment longer. Lucifer finally let his head fall onto your shoulder and a sigh of relief escaped his lips, as you felt the heat coming off of his body.

"How'd you find this place? It's nice." He said softly, his voice raspy and wavering." I've been using it to escape.. to think." You said in an equally soft tone, unsure of his mental state at this point. You discovered this little hidden gem while desperately looking for air, struggling through one of your own panic attacks. Once you saw it the first time, it almost became a nightly routine. The walk to it was always clear from other demons, and passing Lucifer's giant pentagram in front of the hotel gave you a sense of comfort and protection. You felt him shift slightly, he pulled the blanket away from your arm and held it up lightly to inspect the burn that you had nearly forgotten about. His hands flinched for a moment, letting out a quiet hiss. He could've simply snapped his fingers or waited for your demonic body to heal itself, but instead he lightly ran his thumb across the entirety of the wound. As he pressed into your arm, you noticed the burn mark simply disapear behind his hands. You let out a satisified hum. It was always so interesting to see him use his powers, you rarely got to see him in action.

"I think - to be redeemed, you have to accept it. To be absolutely sure it's what you want. That's what angel thinks, at least." You wanted to ask why he was out of his room at three in the morning, getting drunk and why he was avoiding you for days. But you knew why.

"I still don't really know, Lucifer. I don't know what I want.. but I need you right now. I can't lose you because of t-this.." You admitted, your voice cracking slightly at your own words.

You fretted this conversation. You worried about how he would react to any answer that wasn't I'm staying with you forever! Forget redemption!

As your breath began to pick up, you watched lucifer stand, his back facing you for a moment. It made your heart drop, rushing to the conclusion that he'd leave you there alone. To your surpise, he makes a smooth motion of turning to sit in front of you on the ground, holding gently onto your calf that he pulled from the blanket. You jumped at the small touch. Turning beat red, your mind inappropriately jumped to conclusions.

"U-Uhm - Lucifer.." you called out his name as if you had any idea what to say in this moment, with him at your knees holding you so tenderly.

"You've done so much for me, love." He planted a small kiss right below your knee. "I promise I'll do anything in my power to keep you happy and safe while you're in Hell." He paused in between words, to move his small kisses up your leg." No matter how long that will be."

He's much bolder with drinks, you thought. That aside, you couldn't help but feel small tears well up in your eyes, a combination of relief and embarrasment washing over you. "Really..?" You asked so quietly, it was as if you were still worried about the answer.

He nodded with a sleepy smile, resting his head on your knee. In need of any type of comfort, you carefuly reached for his head, brushing your fingers through his dishoveled locks. He shut his eyes, letting out a sweet purr at every touch. What a strange effect he had on you. Your heart was racing, yet its mever felt lighter. Your mind, still full of dreaded thoughts, only occupied his relaxed expression in this moment. Your face was red with embarrassment of this treatment, but you were ready to beg him to keep touching you this way.

You placed your finger under Lucifer's chin and guided him upwards, making him stretch to his knees and place both his hands on either side of you. You hesitated in front of his lips for a moment. His breath was so steady, and feeling the pulse through his throat, his heart seemed to beat much slower than yours in this moment. You gulped, more nervous than before, before meeting his lips with yours. Your kiss was tender, yet it hinted at a longing for something more. He decided to take the lead, compared to last time, his hands moving up to cup your cheeks and wipe any of the wet streaks that had stained your skin previously.

Tilting his head to invite himself into your mouth, your breath hitched at the energy he seemed to eminate. He stands for a moment, then places a knee beside you, moving his hands to either side of you and caging you in by holding onto the back of the bench. This upper hand that he suddenly had made you squirm a bit, letting out a nervous yelp into his lips. You felt his smile at the sound of your voice, making you turn impossibly red. After pulling away for air that you didnt realize you needed until then, he pressed his forehead against yours and let out a sweet hum.

As he went back in for more, the breath that hit your lips reaked of alcohol. That was enough to snap you back into reality. As he reached down, you planted your hands firmly on his chest, a serious intent, even with your eyes being glazed over as much as they were. "Come to bed with me, Luci. Just to sleep, alright? It's been a long night." You said softly, running your hands up and down his curves despite your intentions of not taking advantage of him any more than you've already done. You felt his skin crawl, his breath finally speeding a bit, a more nervous side of him that you were used to coming out. Maybe it was the idea of sleeping beside you, or him overthinking the invitation. Or maybe the newfound nickname was just too much for his drunken mind to handle. He quickly nods, making you pull the blanket back up around your shoulders and lead Lucifer back inside.

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You take him into his bedroom, which you've rarily seen since you moved to the hotel. It wasnt as large and regal as the one in his previous residency, but it still was much grander compared to yours. His colour scheme matched the rest if the hotel, rich reds and purples. Most of the room was filled with the bed that sat on a slightly elevated platform and hit the cieling with a canopy that adorned silky drapes. A bed truly fit for a king, was unmade and unkept. Blankets were thrown about and the pillows were scattered in various places. The room was slightly cluttered, a few stray ducks that you recognized from his office making their way into his room like muddy footprints.

Lucifer stumbled his way into his room, immediately pulling his shirt off over his head, letting out a groan and letting his body cool down as he started to remove his boots. You couldn't help but stare, no matter how hard you tried to avoid it. You turned your body to the side, covering your eyes with the side of your hand. You manuevered your way around him and plopped onto the edge of the bed. You nearly sunk in with how plush the blanketing and mattress was. Still keeping your head lowered to avoid peeking, you curled up into your own blanket.

Feeling the mattress barely shift, you quicklly looked up to see Lucifer crawling his way towards the head of the bed. He barely changed, just managing to throw on a more casual pair of pants that you recognized seeing on the floor when you first walked in. His still bare chest left you abolutely flustered. His porcelain skin had shifted to a pink hue where he had gotten too cold. He immediately pulled his large blankets over his body and relaxed to the point where you assumed he had fallen asleep immediately. You listened to his steady breath for a moment, a comfortable silence in your mind, then rose to your feet, ready to shuffle out of the room.

"Noo, come back - " he groaned. It wasnt intimate or distressed, he sounded like a damned child. You rolled your eyes, unconciously smiling and crawling a comfortable distance from him on the other side of the bed, an easy task considering the size of it. You thought it best to keep your hands to yourself, so you curled up into the blankets with a comfortable wiggle to situate yourself.

Lucifer slightly opened his half lidded eyes, seeing you coccooned in his blankets, nuzzling your head into his pillows. He would pray for this to be the last and first thing he saw everyday. He closed the distance, pulling you into his chest and intertwining your legs in an attempt to be closer. His skin was incredibly soft, smooth and still warm to the touch under your cold hands that snaked around his waist. You felt him nuzzling your head, taking in a deep breath and resting his chin atop it. How was he so calm right now? This is a completely different side of Lucifer that you've yet to see. And certainly werent expecting to see any time soon.

This is fine. You'll wait until he's in a deeper sleep and leave before anyone else wakes up! Easy peasy. You just wanted him to get to bed after all.

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